I awoke the following morning spooning a hot dark-haired young man. Patrick lay breathing softly with his back to me, my arms around him holding him tight to my body. Despite feeling the beginning of a good morning erection, I extricated myself and left him peacefully sleeping in my bed.
I made my way to the kitchen and prepared a pot of coffee then began to prepare a breakfast for two. As the bacon cooked, the smell must have roused Patrick. A he stumbled into the kitchen looking still sleepy with tousled hair and stretching his tight little body. He was still naked and had an amazingly tempting nine-inch hard-on pointing directly at me. I walked over and gave him a warm kiss and said “Good morning, Boy. Did you have a good sleep?” He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled into my body laying his head on my chest. “The best sleep in a really long time, Daddy.” he relied.
I was liking this easy interaction. The continuation of the manner of our conversation felt real and relaxed. At this point I was willing to freely explore the possibility of having a ‘son’ in my life and this young man seemed certain to fit my wants. “Go get cleaned up and ready for breakfast.” I told him and playfully swatted his ass as I pushed him away. Pouting, he turned and went off to the bathroom.
When he returned twenty minutes later, I poured him a cup of coffee and we sat down to a hearty meal and another long conversation, this time, about what we each wanted from any sort of relationship we might be making. It was agreed that we’d keep our relationship open and fluid. We would not become lovers or partners but would continue to play with other men while coming back to each other as our desires determined. I would take a lead role as a mentor/advisor, definitely his needed father figure. He would call me ‘Daddy’ and he would become my ‘boy’. He would be welcome in my bed when he wanted but we both intended to maintain our own homes, for the time being at least.
After a long discussion, we kissed each other and then went off to prepare for our respective days, agreeing to meet later for a dinner at one of Patrick’s favourite restaurants. When the boy left a short while later, I continued to sit at my dining room table and mull over the events of the last several hours. As I recalled what had happened the night before and the feeling of Patrick in my arms, I got the biggest smile across my lips and the most incredibly hard erection.
I picked up my phone and called my friend, Sam. He had become such a good friend over the last few months, he was the first person I thought of to talk with about this new situation. Sam happened to be off work that day so I stopped by his place early in the afternoon. As it happened, his son, Cliff was also home. When I walked in the door, Sam looked at me and almost immediately guessed something was up. He ushered me into his living room and we sat down to talk. As my tale came pouring out, both Sam and Cliff got huge smiles on their faces. By the end of it, they were practically cheering at the news.
Cliff said that Patrick had been looking for someone to help guide him for some time and had tried things with a number of the older men we hung around with. Cliff said he always enjoyed the play times but none of the men had what he needed as far as being a role model. Sam and Cliff both thought I would be more what Patrick needed. Feeling more assured that I was going in the right direction, I invited Sam and Cliff to come for dinner with Patrick and I that evening. I gave the time and place and left for home to get ready for the evening.
Shortly after I got home, Patrick knocked at my door, dressed smartly in an open collared button-down shirt and a pair of well-fitting jeans. As he stepped in the door, I pulled him in for a deep warm kiss and embrace. As we kissed, I could feel him grinding his tight little body against mine. I could feet his cock, hard against my thigh. I reached down and squeezed his round ass. “We have to stop. We don’t have time before dinner.” I said sternly. “We can go later” he pouted.
“No. We are meeting Sam and Cliff. To be late would be rude.” I relied in my best fatherly tone. With that I grabbed my coat and we left for the restaurant.
Patrick’s choice of restaurant was a local brew pub with very casual fare – burgers, and assorted finger foods with various craft beers. Patrick and Cliff both seemed well known by many patrons as a series of good-looking young men kept coming up to our table to chat with them. Each time someone came to the table, Patrick would introduce Sam and I. His introduction of me was always as his daddy. Almost every young man got a small smile across their face along with a knowing glint in their eye. We sat in the restaurant for more than two hours, much of the time, Patrick had his hand on my thigh under the table. As we left, I suggested that we all go back to my place for a last night cap.
When we got back to my place, I pulled into the garage. As I turned the car off, Patrick leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. “Thank you for a great evening, Daddy” he said. “Who says it’s over?” I replied.
Sam and Cliff showed up a few minutes later and we all settled down in the living room with a cocktail. Patrick asked for a whiskey on the rocks. Cliff got a quizzical look on his face as I handed Patrick his drink. Sam and Cliff sat beside each other on the sofa while I sat in my easy chair and Patrick sat on the floor between my spread legs. As we all nursed our drinks. I slowly rubbed Patrick’s shoulder. Sam and Cliff leaned into each other and kissed deeply. I’d seen this interaction several times in the last few months and, from Patrick’s lack of reaction, it was apparent he had seen it before as well.
When Patrick finished his drink, he got on his knees and turned to face me. He deftly undid my pants and freed my hardening cock. Taking it in his hand, he looked up at me, seeking permission to proceed. I silently nodded my head and he quickly took my cock head into his lips. He sank as much into his mouth as he could working his tongue around the head and shaft. Enjoying his treatment, I closed my eyes and leaned my head onto the back of my chair.
When I opened my eyes to look down at my boy, he had already removed his shirt and was now tugging at my pants in an effort get them down and off me. I raised my butt to help him and he pulled my pants all the way down my legs to my knees. I slid my ass forward on the seat and grabbed the boy by the head and began to slowly face fuck him. He moaned his pleasure and slobbered over my cock as I drove it into his throat. Occasionally, I forced his face down into my crotch and held him there until he began to choke and sputter.
Sam and Cliff, now naked, got up from the sofa and came over to us. Sam got down on the floor behind Patrick and easily removed his jeans. He then bent forward and began to stroke his tongue along Patrick’s crack and slowly across his tight puckered hole. Patrick arched his back and ground his ass back into Sam’s face. Enjoying the sensations, he picked up the pace on my cock, sucking with more determination.
Cliff, in the meantime, had come to stand beside my chair and force his thick cock into my mouth. He held my head and fucked my face with abandon. I’d sucked Cliff’s cock many times before and knew his preferences and tactics. He did short, shallow strokes across my tongue just lightly rubbing the ring of the cock head. He pulled back enough to allow me to lap and savour the juices from his dick slit, then push back in to the hilt. His cock throbbed as my tongue pressed it to the roof of my mouth and more pre-cum flowed out. He grunted his satisfaction and held my head tight. I could tell he was getting close to shooting his load so I pulled my self free. As I gripped the base of Cliff’s meat, I stared down at Sam and Patrick. Patrick still had his mouth stuffed with my cock but his motions were now directed by Sam’s thrusts. Sam had sunk his thick eight inches up Patrick’s tight hole and was now grinding his hips against Patrick’s butt. My boy was softly whimpering his delight as Sam expertly massaged his young prostate.
I pulled Patrick’s face from my crotch and stared into his dark eyes. That familiar glint was in them as he stared back at me. “Daddy!” he exclaimed. I nodded my head and replied “Boy!” Sam pulled Patrick back by his hips and rolled him over to lie on his back on the hardwood floor. Raising and spreading Patrick’s legs, Sam re-inserted his cock into Patrick’s ass. As the meat entered, Patrick let out a loud guttural groan of satisfaction that brought a lewd smile to Sam’s face. I got down from my chair and leaned over Patrick’s torso so that we were in a classic ‘69’ position taking each others’ cocks into our mouths.
Patrick’s tongue movements and swallowing began to have an effect on my meat. I don’t think it ever felt harder. I took Patrick’s cock in my mouth and began a solid assault. Taking it deep into my throat and holding it there as long as I could. As I needed air to breathe, I pulled back and bathed his shaft and head in my saliva, giving him extra strokes from my tongue. I then felt Cliff at my ass, spitting gobs onto my hole and working them in with his fingers. I grunted at his intrusion but drove my cock deeper into Patrick’s mouth. Soon I felt Cliff pushing his swollen cock into my ass. As I opened up to accept him, he slowly sank his full length into me. Once he hit bottom, he slowly pulled back and began a steady rhythm of strokes on my hole and against my prostate.
Cliff’s battering of my hole made me fuck Patrick’s mouth even harder. I kept my attentions on my boy’s cock and kept sucking to bring him to climax. I was determined to get a first taste of his juices. Cliff and Sam were both soon getting ready to dump their loads in the very willing asses under their control. Sam was the first to come and his pounding on Patrick’s ass became almost unhinged as it lost its rhythm then suddenly stopped altogether as he held Patrick’s legs tight against his torso and bucked jerkily. Patrick’s expert manipulations brought me over the edge and I dumped my load across his tongue and down his gullet. I felt at least four jets of my juices pump out before I simply felt my cock throbbing on Patrick’s tongue.
Cliff kept pounding my ass hard and smooth but then suddenly stopped all movement. He gripped my hips tight and held me against his pelvis. I could feel his cock throbbing deep in my hole as it shot thick wads of cum. As his orgasm faded, Cliff bent forward and laid across my back, breathing heavily and softly kissing my shoulders and neck.
As Patrick crossed the finish line, he bucked his hips up into my face and drove his cock deep into my throat repeatedly. He was so far down my throat that, while I could feel his load spurting forth, I could not taste it. I had to force him back so that at least the last couple of shots would land on my tongue. He tasted sweet yet strong, quite distinctive yet, familiar. I knew I would be wanting more of that flavour and soon.
Slowly, we all uncoupled except Patrick. As he had the first night, he kept me deep inside him and continued with his manipulations on my cock. I took this as long as I could as I thoroughly enjoyed his attentions but eventually, I had to end it. I pulled my cock from his lips that turned into a pout as he looked up at me.
We all sat on the floor for a few minutes catching our breath when Sam said that it was time he and Cliff headed for home. As they got up and got dressed, I returned to my chair and Patrick sat in my lap. Sam looked over at us and simply smiled. When they were dressed and ready to leave, I got up and walked them to the door. Before leaving, Sam turned to me and said “There’s a Boys Night coming up in a couple weeks. Bring your boy.”
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