Sleepover Saturdays

Sleepover Saturdays. It's always been that way since I don't remember when. You see, Andrew and I had been best friends since we were kindergarten. He lived at the house across ours and his parents had lived there way back, before we were even born. We practically grew up with each other. 

Our dads are best friends, too. They told us that they've been close since highschool and apparently so close that they knocked up our moms when they were sixteen. I know it's fucking weird if you think about it, but it wasn't weird for them because our dads were juniors invited by seniors, which were our moms, to the prom. It's not like they fucked in the same room, although, I guess makes sense since our moms were friends, too.

Anyway, back to us. My lovely parents named me Jared. When Andrew and I started hanging out together, they'd always call us Andrew and Jared, the inseparable duo, which caught on and Andrew's parents started calling us that, too. They called us so because even when playing with other kids in the park or wherever, we never left each other alone. My dad told me a story where one time there were kids who wanted to play with Andrew instead of me but Andrew didn't want to play without me and ended up with them letting me join. 

Sleepovers weren't always our thing. It was always just play dates with both our moms bringing us everywhere all the time during Saturdays. I guess that's where we bonded most of the time, not including the frequent house visits and being left with babysitters. Unfortunately, those fun times ended when they both drowned trying to save us during one of our play dates that happened at a lake nearby. Andrew and I were only 4 years old when that happened, leaving us in the care of our dads.

That is where our sleepovers started happening. I don't remember most of it since I was just 4 when that happened but when I was a little bit older, I heard my dad, Eric, said that our sleepovers were the best idea him and Andrew's dad, Jonah, came up with to honor our moms and to continue their promise to keep us always together no matter what. Everything was great.

Until today. 

Fact is at 19, we shouldn't have been having sleepover Saturdays anymore, especially when we're at this age where we are always swamped with maintaining college scholarship grades, a part time job at our dads' company, and a girlfriend to keep happy. Well, the girlfriend part is an exaggeration because I have yet to find one.

However, I keep going back to my dad and Andrew's dad's conversation that night. "It's a way to honor them." I never really remember them anymore and this is something I want to continue doing just for them. "Keep us close." That's what my dad said to Mr. Jonah that they needed to do. I guess in a way, I'm doing my part. Besides, sleepovers mean we get to drink and play video games all night. Something I look forward to after a gruelling week dealing with shitty professors and complicated shit ton of classes. 

This Saturday sleepover was completely different, though. I got drunk for the first time because the girl I was boning dumped me, a first for me, and I failed one of my quizzes, another first time. "I think I'll sleep it off. Continue without me." I told Andrew as he was still playing the videogame we just bought while drinking and eating pot brownies, one my dad baked for us. "One for each of you. Eat moderately." He said when he dropped it off in my room together with the food we ordered earlier that evening. "Don't mind me. I'll just eat the other box for myself." He said as he left with the other box of pizza on his hand. He always does that. I guess that's his way of saying payback for him allowing us to drink while still not 21. Still, dad didn't account for me getting super drunk and stoned now, did he? 

"Sure, dude. I'll just finish this chapter and maybe sleep, too." Andrew said before turning back to the game. I drunkenly plopped on my bed and before I knew it, I was passed out. 

I was jolted awake by a nightmare where I was face down and Andrew's dad Jonah was behind me looking down directly at me, smiling, licked two of his fingers then inserted it in my ass in a single stroke. "Fuck! That was a weird dream." I'm straight. I knew in my mind I am but I don't understand why I was hard as rock and my ass was twitching like crazy. "It's just a drunk stoned sex dream is all. No need to dwell on it." I said to myself. 

I laid back down and tried to go back to sleep but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt exceedingly thirsty. "Must be the alcohol and the weed." I thought. I decided to go down and get some water, drank like my life depended on it then took a glass and brought it upstairs. As soon as I was back on the upstairs hallway, I heard someone moaning. 

"Huh. Wonder what time she arrived." I said nonchalantly as I passed dad's door, where the moaning was coming from. "Yeah, you like that?" I heard him say, followed by a moan that was definitely a yes. I chuckled. I just passed by, thinking nothing of it and got to my room. That's when I noticed that I was alone. The airbed set up for Andrew was empty and the sheets and pillows look as if it hadn't been laid down on. I immediately checked out my bathroom and the lights were out and no one was in there. "What the fuck?" I immediately put down the glass of water I was holding and slowly crept back to the front of the door to dad's room. I was visibly shaking. 

"It can't be. It just fucking can't." I whispered to myself as I stood there waiting for another sound that didn't come. After about three minutes or so, still, no sound came, so I decided to snoop. I know my dad doesn't usually lock his door so I gently, and slowly turned the knob then opened the door slightly. I could see everything because the bedside lamps were on. Lo and behold, my dad was on top of my bestfriend Andrew, his muscular back and ass moving so ever slowly as he plowed my bestfriend into oblivion. 

"You like that?" Dad said. "You like that, son?" I was shocked, to say the least. 

"Mhhhmm" Andrew whimpered. He was so lost in in it that his eyes were rolling back from pleasure as my dad pummeled him in that position. His legs were wrapped around dad, arms around his nape. Suddenly, my dad stopped. Andrew's eyes flew open and looked directly onto dad's.

"Tell me you like it." Dad said. He held Andrew's chin then traced his jawline. 

"Yes, daddy. I love your big fucking dick inside me." He whispered. "I want more." He tightened his arms around dad and pulled him in for a kiss. My dad obliged then began fucking again, a little faster this time. 

For the first time in my life, I didn't know how I would feel. Both of them looked magnificent, though. It's the first time I was looking at dad at a different light. He's only 16 years older than me, his body looks like what you see from GQ or Men's Health, but what I'm seeing fully now is how beautiful his ass looked as it moved in sync with his thrusts, and, how big and long his fuckstick is as it appeared and disappeared in front of me while going inside by bestfriend's ass. My dad is hot and gorgeous. I was hard. 

Then again, seeing my bestfriend's face as dad drove his dick into him, I was seething. Andrew is hot. I always acknowledged it. He knew it and I knew it. We worked out together, swam together, hell, even played basketball together. We had the same body type. But, seeing him under my dad, I felt angry, betrayed. What made me angrier is I was confused because I was feeling jealous. Why the fuck was I jealous? 

A lot of emotions were running through my mind as I watch them bone, I didn't notice that I got my dick out and I was jacking off to the sight of my dad fucking my bestfriend. What the hell?

I was brought back to reality when I heard Andrew spoke. "Fuck me, daddy!" Dad moved faster. "Fuck me like how you imagined it." My dad flipped them over and this time Andrew was sitting on dad's dick, riding him hard. I could see him lifting his ass in time with my dad's upward thrusts "Yesss!" He hissed then bent down. "Fuck me like how you'd want to fuck Jared." He whispered. As soon as he said that, he looked over at me by the door, made eye contact then smiled.

I came. I had never came so hard in my life. It was a good thing I was kneeling down because dad would have heard that splatter on his door. Instead, I came all over the carpeted floor. When I looked back up, Andrew was looking at me, while making out with my dad whose eyes were closed. He knew I was there the whole time. I closed the door gently, not before hearing my dad grunt as he came inside Andrew, and my bestfriend saying he's cumming, too. 

I slipped back to my room and laid back on my bed, my head running with multiple thoughts but what kept resonating was my dad wanted to fuck me and I needed to get back at Andrew for fucking my dad. 

Everything in this sleepover Saturday is so fucked up.