My name is Brad Combs, 45 years old, a respected doctor, happily married and a stepfather to a teenage boy, Justin. I know everyone holds me in high regard and I'm desperate to maintain that but I have secrets that are better kept secret if I'm to achieve that. All along, these secrets were hidden in imagination and behind locked computer screens until, out of the blue, one of them spewed into reality.
Since the day he started befriending my son, I had witnessed Zach grow up to be a handsome young man. Tall, slim with long hair he liked to tie in a knot at the back, the boy had turned out just fine and I kind of felt proud that he was friends with my son. Not only had their friendship stood the test of time, but it had also built a bridge between us and Zach's high-class family and just recently, we had been invited by his parents to his glamourous eighteenth birthday party which we definitely attended and enjoyed. Watching the two boys sit side by side during the party made me smile as I admired how cute the two youngsters were together. Coincidentally, they were both eighteen and handsome. What a match!
During the course of the boy's numerous visits to our house, nothing about Zach had struck me as short of innocence until just a few weeks after the party when I was aroused to another side of the boy that had eluded my attention all along. It was on a Saturday morning and Justin and his mom had just left for the mall for some shopping when a knock wrenched my attention from the game I was so engrossed in on the television. Who could it be?
I made for the door, opened it and it was none other than Zach standing there on the porch with a smile.
"Ah, Zach, how are you?" I started.
"How are you, Mr Combs?" the boy said as he jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and I couldn't help but awe at how good he looked in that pair of black jeans (which were a little bit tight), a black t-shirt and some white sneakers.
"Justin has just left for the mall with his mother and on the way, they will pass through Aunty Matilda's place, so they won't be back for a while." I said doing my best not to sound rude but detailed enough to have the boy leave so that I could go back to my game.
"He just told me minutes ago", the boy said in a matter-of-factly tone.
I could have asked him why he was here then if he knew his friend was not home, yet for the sake of not sounding rude, I had to choose my words more carefully. But before I could, the boy said something I was not expecting to hear from him.
"I came just to see you", he said and the smile took on something like a smirk as he looked into my eyes as if to read my reaction to his assertion from them. Whatever I wanted to say melted off before it could leave my throat as the boy gave me the look he had never given me since the day I first knew him.
"Can I come in?" the boy persisted and I immediately realized that I was being a little bit rude by not inviting the visitor into the house especially now that he had made his mission clear in words though it still remained a puzzle in my mind.
"Yes, yes! Of course, come in", I said but still my mind was wondering if the boy was playing some kind of prank on me even though there was nothing on his face that indicated that. For more than five years he had been friends with Justin, we had had nothing less formal than greetings and brief chitchats about school and how his parents were doing, all in Justin's presence. Now here I was alone with the boy who had visited just for the sake of seeing me! How sweet but both unexpected and a little bit unsettling at the same time.
Once in the house , I reclaimed my seat on the couch and the boy, as if to reinforce his mission, followed and sat on the same beside me. What was happening? The whole thing was starting to strike me as weird until I remembered the boy was just eighteen hence I dismissed the novel move as some stupid innocent shenanigans of a teenage boy. Maybe no one was at home, so he had felt lonely and decided to come here and wait for his friend.
I forced my attention towards the television but a chunk of it had been captured by the presence of the boy beside me. Maybe I had to set things straight, ask the boy why exactly he wanted to see me and maybe after saying whatever he wanted, he would leave.
"So, why do you want to see me?" I said as I shifted my eyes to him.
The boy gave me one sweeping look that looked almost leering and said, "Nothing, just wanted to hang out with you." It was from that look, I deduced that I might have dismissed the boy's actions as innocent too fast.
I felt my heart warm to sound of what I was hearing and the mischievous look on the boy's face. I kind of was beginning to enjoy what was happening until a sobering thought crushed on that activated mischievous side of me: What is all this disrespectful game you are warming to? This is just a boy young enough to be your son!
I looked at the boy with an 'are you okay?' look and the boy gave me a loose smile that completely crushed on my faltering hopes that the boy was going to leave very soon. With the boy so close to me that if I moved my knee it would bump into his as I looked into his face, I realized how beautiful the boy really was with his long face wrapped up in visibly smooth clear skin and decorated by perfectly sculpted features with chief among them, his sharp nose and rosy pink lips. At that point, I felt my guard giving in and a little tempting voice persuading me to entertain him.
"Okay... So how is school?" I asked with most of my attention having been won over by the young man beside me.
"Very fine, Sir", the boy answered and there was this relaxed, laid-back touch to his voice that was almost as unsettling as it was surprising.
I nodded as I ran out of more things to converse with the teenage boy and shifted my attention to the game, however it was hard to concentrate as I had a nudging feeling that the boy was intently looking at me. If my feelings were right, why exactly was the boy thinking as he looked at me? I stubbornly resisted the urge to confirm my feeling as I looked at the screen until a cunning thought tricked me with the notion that maybe I was wrong, the boy was not looking at me and I turned my head slightly to jab a sideway glance at the boy and...
The boy was looking at into my face for sure and even after he realized that I had caught his prying, he didn't dodge his eyes. I looked at him square in the face and our eyes locked. There was this weird ambience to the moment and I loudly cleared my throat maybe to jerk the boy out of his strange spell. It worked!
The boy's eyes slowly released me and I expected to see a look of embarrassment on his face but I couldn't find any but some stubborn willfulness that haunted the moment and I couldn't help but figure out that everything that was happening now was blatantly strange and not supposed to be. The jeers and voices from the television had somehow reduced to mere rumblings and mumblings as silence bound the little strange moment with my mind grappling to get a grip of the meaning of what was happening. As I looked at the look his face that had now shifted randomly to the space before him, there was this defiant, unapologetic look to it so striking that it kind of made me feel a little bit uncomfortable in my own house.
I have to go", the boy finally announced and quickly rose, gave me one quick look and made for the door before disappearing into the morning sun. I felt some part of me sigh in relief while another was still wrapped around the little puzzle.
From that day, that moment lingered in my mind and I started to see the boy in another light I never thought I would. All along, I had liked the boy just as a good friend to my son; but,as if that strange moment had cast some strong spell on me now I struggled with a nudging feeling that I now liked the boy, not as my friend's son, but for who he was personally. Oh my goodness! The boy's flawless beautiful face many times flashed through my mind but no matter how I tried to squeeze it out it clung like a stubborn ghost that wouldn't leave until it had settled it's score with my dignity.
For the next two weeks after that moment, the boy continued to visit his friend and everytime I lay my eyes on him, something happened in my heart, something that felt like a battle between two contrasting parts of me. On the other hand, the boy didn't treat me any different but would always greet with as much respect as before as if nothing had ever happened between us. But, had anything really happened? What if I was making a fuss out of nothing? However, something deep inside me was sure that that little moment carried its own weight and was not the end but a beginning to something(whatever it was).
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The wheel of time had almost rubbed out the freaky memory of the little event of that morning and that part of me that contented that I was making a fuss out of nothing had almost triumphed. However, it's victory lasted only a few weeks and then, as if the past was replaying itself, one Saturday morning while I was having my me-time watching the TV after Justin and his mom had again left for the mall, I heard a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, the memory of the little strange episode of that morning gushed out into my memory as my eyes fell on Zach wearing the same black tight jeans, white sneakers and a different t-shirt.
"Hi, Mr Combs", the boy started so innocently that it was like he had totally forgotten the little tense moment of that morning.
"Fine, come on in", I said and as soon as I had, I felt like something had spoken through me because my heart was kind of uncomfortable with letting the boy in since I could sense the sequel to the last episode invading the unsuspecting morning. Anyway, the boy had already been invited in.
It became clear to me that the past was indeed replaying itself as the boy sat beside me again on the couch.
This time I didn't find the need to tell him that his friend was not around, largely because I felt he already knew and also because I feared to hear those same words, 'I came to see you... just wanted to hang out with you.' The thought of those words, as innocent as they were, was somehow unsettling to some part of me.
"Sorry for bothering you, Sir, but I kind of need your help", the boy asserted with a sincere, innocent look in his eyes.
"Okay, go ahead", I said.
"I think something bit me while I was sleeping last night, because I woke up with a little itchy red bump on my body", he explained.
I was a doctor and it made much sense of him coming to seek my help, yet still I had a strange feeling that there was some sort of trap wrapped up in the boy's seemingly innocent request for help. I don't know why I felt that way but I knew I did.
"Where exactly is that bump?" I asked.
In response to my question, the boy grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, gave me a weird look before he raised it up. The look of his exposed flesh before my eyes couldn't have moved me even in the slightest way because, as a doctor, it was as common as it was innocent. But for some reason, something happened inside me, something like a strangely warm sensation shooting through my veins. A tinge of guilt pricked my conscience as soon as I realized I wasn't supposed to feel that way over a patient, a patient who was a boy for that matter,a boy who was my son's best friend.
"Where exactly is that itchy bump?", I interjected the guilt that was beginning to cloud my conscience.
"Here", the boy said as he poked at a spot just below his left nipple.
As expected of a doctor, I drew closer to take a closer look only for the boy to suggest, "You can touch the spot to feel how swollen and tender it is."
The tone through which the boy had conveyed his message felt more like an invitation than a suggestion but I quickly shoved aside all the petty suspicions and the next thing, my finger was on the spot and my head so close to his chest that I could feel his breath caressing my head. From my experience as a doctor, I understood the difference between a bump from a bite and an ordinary pimple and this one felt like the latter to both my touch and eyes.
As soon as I released the spot from my touch, my heart twitched as I felt the boy's warm grip around my wrist in a way that seemed to throw in yet another suggestion, 'You don't have let go of the spot too soon."
I almost froze as my will gradually gave in to the moment. With my wrist enveloped in his warm hand and my face frozen just a few inches from his exposed chest, time seemed to also have frozen. The moment was gradually numbing my restraint by the second but my conscience came to the rescue as it thawed me out of the grip of the moment until I jerked up to the hard-hitting reality: I was alone with a teenage boy with my arm in his grip and so close to his half-nakedness that I could almost feel his warmth seep into me as much as I felt his breath on my head.
I slipped my arm out of his grip as I withdrew from him and widened the gap between us which, almost suddenly, was again swiftly narrowed as the boy drew closer to me. What's happening? Then, as if his previous move wasn't inappropriate enough, he put his hand on my thigh. Oh my! Now my fears were gradually being confirmed: indeed, this was a trap; one that was as daringly naughty as it was completely unexpected.
As much as my conscience was saying no, every fiber of my being seemed to have been overcome by the curiosity of where all this was going. With his shirt still raised up his chest by one hand while the other rested on my thigh, I couldn't help but sense all this getting out of hand and some part of me seemed to be yearning for that.
I wanted to push the boy's hand off me, but as soon as I touched his hand; mine, as if it had a will of its own, seemed to have its own plans. Time seemed to stand still as his smooth hand submitted under mine. My move seemed to have urged the boy on as he drew even more closer to me with his eyes having dropped to one spot and as mine followed their lead, I kind of felt ashamed of myself to see a bulge pulsating behind my zipper.
It was at that point I got a grip of what was really happening and where all this was going if none of us stopped it. I looked at the boy as his eyes gulped in the throbbing sight and I knew he was not the one to stop this. Only I had to but before I could gather the strength to, his next move crushed down on every will to as he leaned in and groped over the pulsating mass. Oh my! Who was this boy? It felt like I had a totally different Zach at my hands.
As his little hand groped over the swollen token of my weakness while the other was nestled in my grip, almost everything in me yielded to the moment as the boy whispered, "I want to see it." I grunted as the boy's demand made my cock throb even harder and, as if I had been put under a strong spell, I couldn't help but let go of his hand before I found myself pulling down my pajamas to the knees to which the boy echoed, "Oh my, what a big thing!"
I gasped as the boy's hand, without even the slightest hesitation, circled around the hard throbbing pole. He looked into my eyes with a look that bordered between victory and wonder and I found my hand going for his head before his hair was subject to a gradual ruffling. The feel of his beautiful hair under my touch and his hand around my cock shot many feelings throughout my veins and I heard myself groan out, "Take off your clothes."
The boy nodded and readily released his famished throbbing captive and quietly loosened his shoes before removing them. He pulled off his t-shirt and, after jerking up to his feet, he swiftly pulled down his pants with his pleading eyes on my beastly tool as if to say, "I'm taking this off only for you, please don't let me down." I was sure he wasn't going to be disappointed as I could hardly gather even an ounce of resistance in the face of this tempestuously tempting moment.
As he stepped out of his pulled down pants; I, as if I had been possessed by some wildly lustful demon, hastily pulled off mine as my eyes perceived the young nakedness before them. Oh my! As the boy sat back on the couch completely naked, his little hand made for my cock but, too bad for it, I had better plans. Yes, I was so pressed with blazing lust but I was still sober enough to remember that anytime soon my wife and son would be back. So I had to skip all the foreplay for the climax of such moments.
"Do you want to get fucked?" the aroused beast in me growled and didn't even wait for the answer but swept the boy off his feet and carried him to the bedroom. I could almost taste through my skin the savour of his tender young nakedness against mine and that injected more lust into my system and as soon as we entered the room, I could almost smell the imminence of a sizzling hardcore action. As I laid the boy on the bed, I couldn't help but think of a sacrificial lamb on the altar ready to be devoured by the raging flames of my blazing passion.
There was no time to waste so I closed in on him and folded him up to expose his little ass that had all along teased me behind those tight jeans he was apparently fond of. I could feel the head of my cock gathering in some moisture as my eyes fell on his exposed ass paraded right before me. Oh my gosh! It looked so perfectly rounded that I could hardly control the urge to run my hand all over it and as my marauding eyes finally rested on the little pink hole, I was helplessly desperate to just have all that to myself. My hand went for his ass as it swept all over it, I couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening: the beautiful Zach Stevens, my son's friend, willingly submitting his beautiful, mercilessly tempting ass to me. If this was really happening, then things were not going to be the same again for Zach, Justin and I. Imagine hosting your friend's son knowing very well that you once fucked him. Imagine having your friend over without knowing that your dad had once filled him with his big cock and fucked him to the moon and back. The seething lust broiling all over me wanted just that: to feel, fill and fuck him so hard.
With all these dangerous thoughts about his hole clouding my mind, I had to go for it. Grabbing a pillow and pushing it under his ass, my drooling head swiftly made for his little pink hole and as soon as the two touched, I groaned in dangerous anticipation as the boy moaned into the charged dimness. As I looked at his face all wrapped up in willingness, a raging wave of feral lust overcame me and I pushed my head against his hole so hard that it gave in almost immediately and as soon as it had, my greedy cock bayed for more of the sweet youth. Inch by inch it intruded into the welcoming warmth as the boy released overwhelmed sounds that sounded like moans jumbled up in sighs. I knew what was happening: my cock was too much for his sweet little tight hole but he had no other choice than to fully surrender to it since he was the one who had started the game. I'm sure when he yielded to his naughty self and lusted over his friend's father, he didn't know the same man wielded such a relentlessly formidable weapon, the best one for teaching naughty boys like him a lesson they would never forget.
His little hole seemed to be naturally lubricated as it bravely but surprisingly sucked in every inch of my huge cock until his hole met my hairy crotch and my balls his bared crack. The boy released a huge sigh that defused into my puffing as I looked into his little cute face and there was this pleading look to it and I knew it was not for me to have mercy but to have none. "Sir", he whispered into my face and I echoed, "Zach." The sound of a teenage boy and a full grown-up man helplessly calling each other's names in flaming passion pushed me to the edge and I pulled out a few inches out of his warm hole and slammed them back in so hard that the boy pleadingly whimpered out my name, "Sir." There was a touch of panic to his voice as he whimpered and I knew why: the boy wanted this but he had not expected to have it all giant and ruthlessly virile. I repeated again and the boy whimpered out my name even louder and that was it to set the voracious beast in me free. No mercy for a naughty boy! I pounded his sweet little ass slowly enough to savour the rabid sweetness that came with each thrust but thorough enough to have it all, hole and everything connected to it. It was my first time fucking a boy and I couldn't help but awe at what I was missing. The boy was so tasty and sweet that I couldn't stop fucking him while he sporadically whispered,"Sir" and sometimes moaned so deeply that I knew I was using his little ass real good, he was enduring it as much as he was enjoying it.
"This is what you wanted?"I asked as I continued to pound him.
"Yes, Sir", he whispered back.
With how bravely he was taking my monstrous schlong, I couldn't help but wonder loudly, "Is this your first time?"
The boy, with lips gaped, nodded honestly and the thought that I was using a virgin hole so fervently and mercilessly had my lust flaring up dangerously and so did my tempo, setting off a fiercely intense episode of fucking so rigorous that even the bed quaked and groaned. The feral lust boisterously bubbling inside me silenced the voice of reason that, if it had been given the chance, would have reminded me that this was just a boy I was fucking so fervently that even his throat had coiled back in panic as he stopped whining but just looked into my eyes with obliging helplessness as he took every inch of my ruthlessly insatiable monster. "Boy you are so sweet! Let me service your sweet hole" I gushed out as the thought that I was balls deep inside such a pretty virgin eighteen year old boy overcame me.
After assailing his ass thoroughly, I was satisfied and took a breather still with my cock secured deep inside him and my thighs heavily occupying his silky ass. I looked intently into his face and I could hardly believe that it was my son's best friend I was misbehaving with in this recklessly unrestrained manner.
His little pale rosy pink lips were so tempting to my marauding eyes that I couldn't help but have them as well. Greedy me! I kissed him and a wave ecstasy shot throughout my body. His lips were smooth, soft, welcoming and so good against mine that I groaned as I deepened the kiss. Oh my! It wasn't only his ass that was magically sweet but also his lips! I moaned into his mouth with each deep kiss as the lusciousness of submissive youth melted into me and the feeling was so ruthlessly overwhelming that I couldn't help but take it out on his other sweet piece of meat. I needed to savour both magical holes simultaneously so I resumed fucking him while my lips feasted on the yummy treat on his pretty face. Fucking his little sweet hole while his lips submitted to mine was an overdose of sweetness and after several minutes into the magical episode, the heat of the moment consumed me totally and I could feel my balls threatening to burst. At the signal, my pounding escalated to fiercely exacting thrusts while the boy whimpered into my domineering mouth as I spouted several loads of cum into his guts in torrents.
After emptying my balls into the boy, I released his sweet little lips and looked into his face and the thought that the boy looking so innocently below me had just received my man juices deep inside him instantly switched on a switch somewhere inside me and turned on a crowning bout of orgasm and I pounded him for almost another half hour until the last drop of cum was deposited inside him. How amazing that just after shooting torrents of juice inside him, his face had turned me on almost instantly forcing me to fuck his sweet hole again until I squeezed out the last drop deep into his sweet ass What a boy?
After planting a last kiss on his beautiful lips, I pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed as the boy moaned probably in amazement over the staggering amount of pounding he had received from his best friend's father. I sighed heavily as something like a sense of victory took over me while I watched the boy sprawling on the bed with his juices spattered over his smooth belly while his cock drooled. I had definitely taught the naughty boy a lesson he was not going to forget in a long time!
His face looked so exhausted that I kind of felt something like pity for him, but he had asked for it and got it though it was clear he didn't expect it to be served to him in such bountiful quantity. Then a sobering thought sneaked into my overwhelmed mind: I was on my matrimonial bed with a teenage boy with whom I had misbehaved in the most deviant way I could think of while my wife and son, who happened to be the boy's best friend, were on the way back home. In the scalding heat of the moment, I had lost track of time as it had rolled into one red-hot ball of flaming passion decorated by moans, whines and juice. So it was not chicken of me to panic that the unsuspecting mother and son were closer than it was safe for the two buck-naked spent bodies on the bed.
"Come let's go and dress up, quickly", I commanded as I leaped out of bed desperately tugging the boy along. The boy staggered behind me as we scampered to the lounge where our deserted clothes were waiting ready to cover up our dirty secret. I hastily put on my clothes while the boy, who apparently had just realized the dangerous precariousness of the moment, with trembling haste, scurried into his little tantalizing fabrics. Finally I was fully dressed up with the boy tying the last lace of his shoes and I sighed in relief.
Just then, I could hear the droning of a car outside and my heart thudded as I prayerfully thanked fate for saving the moment. The boy, as apparently cunning as he was, shifted from the same couch I was sitting and plopped into another furthest from me.
"Zach! When did you come over?" Justin gushed out happily as he entered the room to see his friend 'waiting for him'. I knew the truth of the moment, the boy was not even here for him but for something else, which he had already gotten in terrific excess. Poor unsuspecting Justin!
"Just now", Zach answered and with him lying like this, he looked even prettier. I looked at my wife as I helped her with the bags of groceries she had come with and she was smilingly following the little intimate exchange between the two friends. "Welcome Zach, my boy!" she finally chimed in as she carried some of the things to the kitchen. Only if she knew that 'her boy' was now mine... and I mean literally and officially!
As I watched him leave later that day, my eyes were only his backside and my cock twitched as I wondered , with how hard that firm innocent-looking butt had been stretched, filled, used and battered by a grown-up man, he was still walking properly. Good boy! As my eyes prowled over the boys audacious ass, I could still almost savour his silkiness(now hidden behind the black jeans)rubbing against my thighs and his tight warm hole caressing my throbbing length and as the door closed behind him, I knew I wanted to have it all again more than anything.
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