Jeeze Mr Parrish, I’m gonna blow again, shouted Damon, pulling out.
Fuck yeah, I cried.
Lying on my back on the sofa with my legs spread wide, I saw his thick nine inches of cock shudder and then his big swollen cockhead spurt. One, two, three spurts and the ropes of hot cum flew through the air.
The cum was all over the place, all over my face, all over the hair on my chest, all over our cute expensive sofa. Fuck, he must have shot a flood.
I could not help myself, with a single tug I came too, blasting a couple of good loads out, not shooting as far as Damon, but a hearty climax all the same, and a messy one.
Once I had recovered from that, my pounding heart and rising chest sending trails of Damon’s semen trickling off me - I saw the state of the sofa. Fuck, I knew I was going to have to clean that all up before my wife came home. The tasteful grey linen she had chosen so carefully was streaked and spotted with a helluva load of wet and drying new semen – Damon’s mostly but a good share of it was mine too. Young studs shot more that was true, but I had shot with more vigour than usual. I blamed Damon for my cum explosion, what a talented guy.
At the time on that rainy afternoon I had not given a fuck about where the loads of hot jizz were landing, I had been too busy glad to be cumming or glad to be watching Damon cumming to care. Now what the fuck was I going to do? What sort of fuckin story was I gonna make up? I looked at my watch. My wife would be home from the office in an hour or so.
Only a couple of hours before that sofa had been pristine, apart from that one small whisky stain which I was never allowed to forget - a semen free zone – and then I had looked out the window …
I was working from home as I often did. And it was just me and the dog. My wife was at her office. I had a deadline and was stressed, maybe the endless supply of coffee did not help.
Instead of working on my deadline of course I was checking out porn. I had found some great AI videos with the biggest fattest thrusting cocks I had seen for a while. I loved these giants, the way the veins were moulded, the way the knobs shone, and the way they spurted magnificently and then oozed rivers of cum. The fake cocks really turned me on, even if the fake chicks with the tits did not. I could feel my dick getting a bit chubby in my briefs. I thought I might pull it out and have a swift jerk off before I returned to my document. I had not lost a load since a shower jerk a couple of days before.
I am newly 45, in good shape, a proud father and husband. I use the expensive eye cream my wife bought me. I go to the gym. I watch my diet. I keep my thick stubble under control. I clip my nose hair every so often. I no longer fuck my lovely wife. She has got a rather large dildo hidden away I know and I envy her that. She has not gone near my seven incher for quite a while.
I stroked my thickening dick and was about to rub my balls when I noticed something or rather somebody in the garden next door.
I saw a familiar face and a familiar body next door among their apple trees. Who was that tall young muscular man with the sunshine glinting on his hair? It was my son Jack’s friend Damon. I knew he had graduated now and had a job in the city, but it looked like he was helping out with his uncle’s gardening business again as he had done during the vacations.
He'd always been a polite kid, nicely built, and cute as well said my wife and daughter. He certainly looked like he had been out in the sun, and his tee and shorts showed off a tanned toned body. He reminded me of one of those AI studs I had been watching earlier - they were naked and aroused but he was hotter hairier and breathing.
I forced my dick back into place and went out onto the terrace and waved at him – hey, Damon.
He turned his head and smiled, spoke to his Uncle Dex (one hot big guy, especially with his shirt off, but we will leave him for another day) and jogged over.
Mr Parrish – I was hoping I might bump into you and Jack’s Mum. How are you doing?
We chatted on our terrace till there was a sudden shower of rain and we retreated hurriedly back into our garden room, laughing.
I explained I was on a deadline, working from home. I got him a coffee and had another one myself though my nerves were jangling.
He told me he had heard from Jack and knew all about his new girlfriend and we both laughed. I remarked that we did not see him home much and that was the reason. He was busy with other things. I winked.
How are you in that department Damon, I asked, got a girl?
Damon smiled, showing off the nice teeth he had always had.
No, he said.
Ah well I replied, I am sure that will change soon, good looking boy like you. The ladies of this house always said you were the cutest of Jack’s friends.
I did not say out loud that I agreed with them. Definitely the cutest.
Well as a matter of fact, Mr Parrish, said Damon, I’ve got a boyfriend now.
I stayed silent a beat or two too long.
Ah of course, cool. Jack has not told us your good news. Congratulations.
He’s an older man, he said, and smiled, and that is what I was always looking for I know now.
Ah, I see.
He’s away at a conference in New York at the moment, so it is kinda lonesome.
I bet, I replied, wanting to tell him I had not had sex for eleven months and I was kinda fuckin lonesome too.
Instead I pulled a face and sort of shrugged my shoulders as if they were painful.
Damon noticed and looked concerned.
I’m doing some massage classes you know he said, want me to have a look at your neck?
I hesitated.
Dirk, that’s my partner, finds it really destresses him, you know on top of the usual.
He chuckled.
The usual, I asked?
You know, other ways to destress. You know, he blushed a little.
Oh yeah, I said. I guess I use the old bottle but good for you re the other.
I paused. My head was full of images of Damon and Dirk together. Who was the top I wondered.
So how old is Dirk?
I guess he is about the same age as you Mr Parrish. Our relationship is, said Damon with a steady smile, an open one. You know, we play around.
Oh yes I see, I murmured, open. Does n’t that get a bit messy? Sorry Damon that’s just an old straight man talking.
Damon laughed. I looked down at the bulge in his shorts. Of course, years before I had decided he was well-endowed.
I don’t think you’re really old Mr Parrish and I’m not sure you’re really straight either. Sorry have I gone too far?
I swallowed. I had another look at his bulge. Was he getting aroused? I wondered if he wore white briefs or even a jock. Was I about to find out?
OK, I said, in a Daddy voice, have a go at my neck. Jack’s Mom is always telling me to go to a professional. Never offers to help out herself though.
That’s what I said but it translated as I want you to fuck me now really hard if you don’t mind Damon. I wondered if he could read my mind.
I reckon he could.
OK said Damon, smiling, let’s give it a go.
Damon clambered on to the sofa and knelt behind me, a little too close for comfort, but he certainly knew what he was doing with his hands. I felt my neck feel better almost immediately. I almost drifted off.
From my neck he moved on to my shoulders, reaching under my loose tee on to the top of my back, and then down a bit under my neck in front, so he was caressing my chest hair.
You know, he said into the back of my neck, when I ran around with Jack I always thought you were the hottest Dad, Mr Parrish. Hey, do you know what DILF means?
I could feel his breath now. One of his hands was reaching down heading for my nipple I could sense it.
Sure Damon I said, I know what a DILF is.
Damon chuckled.
I think I have found one. Hey, Mr Parrish, I would sure like to see you naked. With Dirk away I reckon I am feeling horny … you know we usually have sex three times a day …
Hey Damon I stammered. You know Jack’s Mom will be back soon.
I think you are making that up Mr Parrish. Are you?
No Damon, Jack’s Mom will be back … but later.
His fingers found a nipple. Inevitably it was stiff already.
You like that Mr Parrish? He caressed my nipples.
I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and his chin bristles too.
I was willing him to reach down far enough to my crotch and get a grip on the seven hard inches of my boner.
I felt I was trembling a bit now. It was what I wanted but all the same.
Damon, I started, don’t you think your uncle wants you next door?
No Mr Parrish, I told him not to wait for me. I told him I was planning to catch up with Jack’s Dad. And hey it is still raining.
He was pulling up the back of my loose tee. I could feel his mouth on my back.
Hey Mr Parrish, you’re like a gorilla back here. Jack’s Mom likes that?
No as a matter of fact Damon, she does not. Wants me to wax.
I love it Mr Parrish. Leave it like this. You know what, you’re hairier than Dirk.
Pleased to hear it, I mumbled and lent back into him, felt his hands come up my front under the tee, touching my furry chest.
I let out a sigh.
You like this Mr Parish don’t you, said Damon. You really like this.
I could barely speak.
I let him pull my tee over my head.
Let me have a look at you, he said, and moved off the sofa, kneeling in front of me and pushing me back against the cushions.
My legs were wide open. My lounge pants were obscenely bulging. My cock was so hard I thought I might faint if he touched it. Or to be fucking honest I would faint if he did not touch it.
Damon chuckled.
Looks like you need some help down there Mr Parrish. Is that pre-cum? I’d better check.
His head went down. His mouth was on my knob head.
He looked up at me and smiled.
May I, sir?
He pulled down my jogging pants.
I shouted out and Damon thought I had cum already.
False alarm he murmured and got his tongue out, and licked the long hard length of me through my boxers as well as the leaking knob, and there was a lot of moaning, which was coming from me I guess.
Then he pulled my bottoms right down and my stretched boxers too and and then they were down my furry thighs too – and my cock was out, seven stiff inches, dripping a bit already, and he smothered it with his young tongue and his young spit.
His finger touched my hairy balls.
Jesus, Damon I murmured, I’m so sorry I managed to say, then I thought I was mebbe having a heart attack - and I shot a massive load right into his face.
He looked startled. Or maybe scared. It was difficult to tell from the coating of jizz on his cute face.
Once he had got over his surprise he laughed good naturedly.
I should have seen that cumming Mr Parrish. When did you last get off?
A couple of days ago, I murmured as my cock continued to pulse and send a stream of thick white cum down my shaft.
He sat back, wiped his face and before I could stop him had let his wet hand rest on the sofa cushions.
Boy, that was a lotta cum Mr Parrish.
Don’t you think you should call me Bob now Damon?
He laughed.
Boy, that was a lotta cum Bob. And I bet there’s a lot more where that came from Bob.
I lay back on the sofa, knees wide, cock pulsing, hairy stomach rising and falling, catching my breath.
The windows were still spattered with heavy rain.
Maybe there’s something I can do for you Damon I said optimistically.
He was still on his knees in front of the sofa. I could see the cum patches on his dark tee too.
He pulled it over his head and threw it on the sofa, wet side down.
I had seen Damon’s body before, hot days working in the garden, but it was a pleasure to see it again.
I had known him before too when he was a lanky pale lad with no hair on his chest running around with my boy. We often went swimming together as a family and I got to remember what he looked like in his trunks, got to see the chest expand and the biceps grow and the bulge between his legs getting more prominent.
Now in front of me was a muscular young men with his tee off, his chest and abdomen moulded, tight, virile, and swept generously with curly hair. No little boy any more.
Aw Damon, I murmured, how you’ve grown up.
He smiled.
Guess so, want to see?
He began to unbutton his shorts. Underneath he had a bright white jock.
It looked like it was moulded to his thick long cock. His knob was leaking into the cotton.
Show me, I breathed, go on.
He got out of his jock without much fuss.
I whistled.
His cock was standing straight up, Jesus it was hard, and the knob was big and purple and moulded like an apple or something. I could see the twinkle of precum on the top where the juices were dripping.
Oh heck, please let me, I murmured, and grasped him, I could not believe the thickness or the rigidity of him. He was like iron, about eight and a half to nine inches of hot iron.
I bent down and swallowed him.
Gee Mr Parrish, he said.
He filled my mouth, I almost choked then, I would choke again in a second, as I swallowed the length and girth of him or tried to.
Gee Mr Parrish, he repeated.
I bobbed up and down on him like a kid with an ice cream, and Damon groaned and moaned in time with my sucking.
Jees Mr Parrish I am gonna have to fuck you now or else I am just gonna blow down your throat.
I made some noises as Damon’s cock stopped me talking. I was ready to be fucked though.
I pulled off and lay back on the sofa, kicking off the boxers and joggers, legs spread wide, lifting my hips.
Come on boy, fuck me now, take me.
Sure thing Mr Parrish said Damon. Here I come.
Sure thing my fucking ass. He was too big to get in first time. I wanted him, I wanted that big young cock, but my asshole seemed to have a mind of its own.
I grunted. Give me a moment, son. We’ve got lube somewhere.
Hey Mr Parrish, I’ve got this.
Damon held up a big bottle of poppers.
Where the fuck had he hidden that? Up his hairy ass?
Take it easy Mr Parrish, he said, and bent down so I could take a couple of big sniffs.
I felt my spirits lift. My cock rose, my asshole tingled.
Get some spit on you, big boy.
OK said Damon and I felt his big knob knock knock knocking.
Jesus I opened my old ass for him.
Fuck, I shuddered as Damon rammed into me. I had not been fucked for quite a long time, since that night on that back seat with the kinky but very well-endowed car salesman.
Damon was no slouch. He knew what he was doing with that monster dick. I could not keep quiet, I could barely articulate words tho. Here I was impaled by my son’s best pal’s giant thrusting cock.
I could see the sweat running down his front, catching in his chest and stomach hair.
I was transported from that sofa to another world.
Gonna blow, cried out Damon, and with a thrust that nearly broke up the sofa, I felt the explosion deep inside me, somewhere about my lungs I think, and then there were three more loads and I just about was pushed up the wall into a standing position.
Damon was one fucking super stud.
He grinned as he pulled out of my tight soaked ass and the stream of cum poured out, some down our hairy thighs and more onto that poor old linen sofa.
He flicked his dick and more of the jizz went everywhere. I bent down to take it in my mouth and give it a good suck, and Damon shouted out and laughed and said he was too fuckin sensitive now for that. I joined in the laughter too as I licked my lips.
He sat down beside me on the sofa and we embraced and kissed again as our dicks softened then hardened then drooped again, then stood up, and all the time dripped.
He told me how he had always been drawn to me when he came around the house with my son – how he used to go home and jerk off thinking about me, how he loved it when we all went swimming and he saw me in my speedos but also dreaded it too as he would always get aroused. I told him I remembered his teenage bulge.
We had another go as the rain streamed down the windows.
Damon was spurting on to my face. Sometimes the thick white ropes shot further and landed on the sofa cushions.
Yeah, boy, I shouted, shoot man shoot.
I missed my wife’s phone call, missed the buzz on the phone lying forgotten under the coffee table.
So - I did not read the message that read – home early tonight darling. Hope you’ve had a fun day.
I did not hear my wife’s car arrive in the drive.
So when she walked in I was still on the drenched and spotted sofa with my legs in the air, my hard cock bobbing about as Damon fucked me again, his hairy buttocks thrusting away like fuck, heading towards yet another thundering gunshot of a hot and messy load.
She walked in at a crucial moment. Although she had not seen it for a while she would remember what my cum looked like as it flew out of my throbbing dick.
Perhaps she did not remember Damon from his sweaty and tanned back. I guess she would not recognise his hairy ass.
She stood there. Not saying anything, just standing. Her lovely mouth open in shock.
Damon finally got to the end of his climax and shook his sweat licked head and his cum licked dick. He half turned and saw her.
Hi Mrs Parrish, how you doin?
She managed to say his name.
So, in answer to your question dear wife. I did have a fun day.
Shame about the sofa.
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