My Father’s Friend

 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the Author

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I had a really happy childhood.  My parents adored me but they never over indulged me.  I was popular in school, and since I was a star athlete, I had plenty of friends, false ones and real ones.  To my credit, I learned early to discern the difference.  My father owned a large independently owned appliance store, and he provided well for us.  My mother taught first grade.

By the time I was twelve, I realized that I was gay.  In high school I played football and baseball.  Mr. Fellows was the coach of both teams and I had a tremendous crush on him, but by the time he began to coach me, I had become an expert at hiding my feelings toward other men and boys.  I did nothing to give Mr. Fellows cause to suspect how I felt about him.  Of course there were awkward moments.  Sometimes Mr. Fellows would shower with us after a game.  He would playfully swat our behinds with a towel, and occasionally he would soap a guy’s back.  Once, and only once, he asked me to soap his back.  I had to think of something really disgusting in order not to get a whopping hard boner.  It was painful torture.  How I remained flaccid in the showers with all those naked hunks is a testament to my great will power.  I would gladly have taken any one of them into my mouth or my ass.

I dated girls.  As a BMOC most of them wanted to get into my pants, so they could brag about it.  I had no cause to deny them their pleasures.  I gladly fucked them, fantasizing all the time that I was in Mr. Fellow’s asshole. 

At home, it was easy to be macho straight.  I never saw either of my parents naked.  My dad was fastidious about not exposing himself to me.  I never even saw him in underwear.  The least I ever saw him in was in shorts or a bathing suit.  But when I was just past my sixteenth birthday, things changed drastically in our house.  My mother was diagnosed with both breast and cervical cancer.  Needless to say, Dad and I were devastated.

We had her for two more years.  Mom died on my eighteenth birthday.  During those two years, she spent more time in the hospital than she did at home.  When my father and I were home alone all those days and weeks, he thought nothing about sleeping with his bedroom door open and often I could see him getting ready for bed.  He slept naked.  Once walking to the bathroom during the night, I heard him groaning.  I thought something was wrong and rushed to his bedroom.  By the moonlight coming into his room, I clearly saw him whacking off.  Strangely, I was not aroused by this sight.  I felt so sorry for my father at that moment. I wanted to hold him chastely in my arms and comfort him, but I knew he would be too embarrassed if he knew that I had caught him in so intimate an act.  His hand covered his cock so that I could not even discern how well my dad was endowed.  At that time, I didn’t even wonder about it.  I went to the bathroom, and did my thing.  I returned to my bedroom and took off my boxers.  For some reason I always slept naked after that night.

On the night my mother died, I could hear my father sobbing in his bed.  I went into his room.  He was lying on his back, naked as usual.  I climbed into bed with him and lifted his head.  I slid my arm under him so that his head rested on my arm.  No other part of our bodies touched, but somehow that was all we both needed to fall asleep that night.

At the time my mother died, I was getting ready to go to college out of town, but now I could not bear to leave my father alone.  I applied to a local community college so that I could live at home.  Dad did not want me to do this, but I think secretly he was pleased.  At first he went out very little.  He spent most of his evening hours reading and watching television.  Occasionally we went to dinner together and even more rarely, we would go to a movie together.  Since neither of us closed our bedroom doors at night, I continued to hear him masturbating quite often.  I wonder if he heard me too.

About nine months after my mother died, my dad started coming home late two or three nights a week, and one time he reached me on my cell phone at school and told me that he would not be home that night at all.  When all these things began to manifest, I also noted that I rarely heard him masturbating any more.  I concluded that he had a girl friend and I was thrilled for him.  I also had a secret reason for being happy for him.  If Dad had a companion, I could transfer the following semester to the out of town university that had previously accepted me.  I wanted desperately to get away from my small home town.  I was still very much in the closet, and I thought if I could go where nobody knew me, I could come out of the closet and perhaps I might meet a great guy.  I made up my mind to find out if my father was dating someone and to tell him I was gay.  If he was seriously dating, I also vowed to tell him that I’d like to transfer schools.  But in the end I was scared to talk to him, and I found every reason to delay.

Finally one evening after dinner, we were in the living room together.  Dad was reading a book and I was trying to study something or other.  I screwed up my courage, and said, “Dad I need to talk to you about some serious stuff.”

“Sure,” he said and he laid down his book on the coffee table.  “Shoot!” 

I sat down on the sofa next to him. 

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“You’re spending a lot of time away from home.  Are you dating someone?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I grinned and put an arm around his shoulder.  “I’m really happy for you,” I said in such a manner that he would know that I really meant it.

“Now that I know that you are not alone,” I continued, “what would you think about my transferring to an out of town school?”

“I think it would be good for both of us.  I love you, son,” he said, “but I don’t want you to be tied to me.  You have to make a life for yourself.”  He grabbed me and hugged me tightly.  “You’re my whole world,” he whispered in my ear.

“Dad,” I whispered back.  “There’s something else I have to tell you.  It’s the main reason I’d like to get away.”

“Sounds serious,” he murmured back.

“That will depend on how you react to what I have to tell you.”  I braced myself, made two fists and hardly above a whisper, I said, “Dad, I’m gay.”

My father’s reaction stupefied me.  He started to laugh.  “I know,” he said.  “I’ve known for years.  I wondered when you would tell me.”

“You knew? But how?”

“I don’t know.  A parent just knows.  What took you so long to get around to telling me such big news?  Did you think I would love you less?”

“Yes, I was so afraid!”

Dad held me tighter and I was comforted by the warmth of him.  I was grateful we were both dressed.  I was more grateful that he still loved me and didn’t seem put off by what I had just revealed.  Dad unwrapped himself from me and said, “I was waiting for you to get up your courage so that I could get mine up also.  I too have some extraordinary news.  I think you’ll need to brace yourself.”

“This is turning into quite a night,” I said.  I was frightened at what my father might be about to tell me, but I said rather coolly, “Shoot!”

“You know ‘Donovan’s Bar’ a couple of blocks from here?”  I nodded.

 “After Mom died, I took to stopping off there for a drink or two on the way home from work.  I needed a drink so I could face coming into this house knowing that she wouldn’t be here.  One day I met someone there and we really hit it off.  We started having dinner together a couple of times a week.  Those were the days I came home late.  After dinner one night we went to my friend’s apartment.  I don’t know how it happened.  Neither of us had been drinking, but we made love that night, and I knew from the start that we were meant to be together.”

Dad stopped talking.  He looked around uncomfortably, not quite knowing how to continue.  He appeared to be in great pain.  I needed to prod him.

“It’s OK, Dad.  Whatever you need to tell me, it’s OK.  You know I love you unconditionally too.  Tell me all about her.  I just know you couldn’t fall in love with anyone that I wouldn’t approve of.”

He smiled.  “Well then, here goes,” he said.  “Bob is not a woman.  He’s a man and I love him.  I’m pretty sure he loves me too.” 

Dad stopped talking to let it all sink into me.  Finally it did.  All I could manage to say is, Wow!”  We hugged each other for a long time.  No words were spoken.  At last I asked, “How long have you known that you were gay?”

“I fell in love with Bob when we first met.  I never felt that way about a man before.  I don’t know if I could feel that way about any other man.  I’m not sure that wanting a man, only one man, even makes me gay.  Let’s agree to skip the labels.”  I nodded in agreement.

“I’d like to meet him,” I said.

“How about I ask him to dinner tomorrow evening?”

“Sure!”

Somehow I got to school the next day, but I never heard a word any of the professors said.  All I kept thinking about was the news that my father had a boy friend and I was going to meet him tonight.  I had mixed thoughts about my father being gay, but I couldn’t help thinking that his being gay made it easier for me.

When I got home, Dad was already there.  He had left work early to start cooking a fabulous meal for me and his lover.  I asked if I could help, but Dad declined my offer.  I was glad about that because I ran upstairs to shower, and shave.  I dressed in my sexiest clothes, tight jeans and a tank top shirt.  I applied too much after shave and I know I smelled like a whore.  Somehow I thought that all of that was appropriate for a meeting of three gay men.

When I got downstairs, I found the table set and Dad was almost finished with the cooking.  He was taking some bottles out of the bar.  Obviously he was going to make a toast.  We rarely ever drank hard liquor in our house.  The time went interminably slow.  I began to fidget, but finally the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I yelled to my father who was back in the kitchen.  I ran to the front door.  I hesitated a moment before opening the door.  When finally I did, my mouth dropped open.  There stood Coach Fellows.

“My God!” he said.  “Ronnie Jergens.  I never connected you to your dad, Herb Jergens.  How foolish of me.”

I wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Are you going to let me in?” the coach asked.

I stepped aside and he went into the house.  After I shut the door, he handed me a bottle of wine.  He smiled at me and we went into the living room.  Dad came flying out of the kitchen and the two of them kissed each other on the lips, while they embraced warmly.

“I’m not quite finished yet,” Dad said.  “Why don’t you two get acquainted and I’ll be right back.”  He was gone instantly.  I motioned to a large easy chair and Coach Fellows sat down.  I sat down on the sofa still speechless.  Bless the coach for breaking the ice.

“You know,” he said to me.  “I love your father very much and I’m pretty sure he loves me back.”

“Yes, you’re right,” I managed to mumble.

“So please start calling me Bob.  I’m part of the family now.”  All I could do was nod.  Just looking at him, I was getting hard.  All my old feelings were returning to me.  I knew I was going to make a fool of myself.  I willed my erection to go away, but it was not responding.

He continued.  “I know we can count on you to keep our little secret.  As a sports coach, I need to remain in the closet, and it’s best your father does also.”

“Oh sure,” I said.  “Did Dad tell you about me?

“Yes.  We talked about it weeks before you came out to him, and I kind of suspected back in high school.”

“How?”

“It was the way you looked at me in the showers.  You always looked away when our eyes met, but I saw you.”

“Shit,” I said, “and I thought I was so good at hiding it.

“To tell the truth,” Bob added, “if you weren’t a minor, I would have made a move on you.  Of all the guys in the shower, I was most attracted to you.  I will tell your father how I felt about you, so there will be no awkwardness.  You can tell him how you felt about me.  Let’s put it all on the table and we can become a family.”

That having been said, he stood up, approached me and put his arms around me.  I immediately put my arms around him and was surprised when he kissed me on the lips.  I got lost in that embrace.  While my head was spinning I heard my dad’s voice.

“You two are really getting to know each other.  I’m so glad,” he said.

I disentangled from Bob, and as casually as I could, I said, “Dad, Mr. Fellows, Bob, was my coach in high school, and I had a huge crush on him.”  This caught my new step dad off guard and he added, “Ronnie was the hottest student in the showers and I had my eyes on him too.  It’s a shame he was a minor then.”

My dad laughed and put one arm around my shoulder and his other arm around Bob.  He pulled us close and said, “Thank you, God, for blessing me with the two greatest guys in the world.”  I swear he started to cry.  I let go of him and he fell into Bob’s arms.

That night was the first of many firsts.  After that night the three of us had dinner together at least once a week.  Sometimes we hosted and sometimes Bob hosted.  My dad slept over often at Bob’s place, but when I told him they were welcome to stay over at our place so nobody had to be alone, they began to sleep in our house also.  Of course, Dad closed the bedroom door again, but they were much noisier than Mom and Dad had been and I could hear them making love as I whacked off in my bed.  We had all seen each other naked and we had no hang ups about walking around naked.

My problem was that I still ached to make love to Mr. Fellows.  It became a burning desire.  When I received notice that I could transfer to a college upstate, I was more than relieved to be getting away from so much sexual tension.  My relief did not last long.

When the spring semester ended, Dad gave me a part time job in his store.  I worked from 1 PM to 8 PM.  Dad opened at 9 AM and usually left about 4 PM, leaving the night manager to close the store with me at 8 PM.  Bob was off for the summer so when he slept over, which was often, I was alone in the house with him every morning.

One morning, we were having breakfast together.  We were each wearing boxer shorts and nothing else.  Bob was preparing the eggs and I was buttering the toast when suddenly he asked, “You’re still a virgin aren’t you?”

I was stunned at the question, but I reluctantly nodded my head.  “I haven’t met any other gay guys in this town,” I muttered.

“I could give you a list a mile long.  I know from the way they look at me in the showers.  Unfortunately they are all jail bait.  I just know you’ll meet plenty of gays in your new college.”

“Bob, can I ask a very personal question?  I’d like to ask my dad, but it’s tough for a son to ask this.”

We were now seated at the kitchen table and Bob surprised me by putting his hand on mine. “Sure,” he said.  “Fire away.”

“Has my dad ever expressed to you whether he prefers straight sex to gay sex or the other way around?”

Bob broke out laughing.  “You bet he has.  He loves the sex we have together.  He’s like an animal and he can’t get enough.  He tells me constantly that he didn’t know how good sex could be until we made love for the first time.  He says it’s a country mile more intense and satisfying than with a woman.  So Ronnie, my boy, you just stick to guys and don’t consider switching teams.”  Once again he roared with laughter.  Suddenly he stopped.  His face got very serious and he said to me.

“Ronnie, your dad and I have suspected that you are still a virgin and we have had long discussions about it.  We are hoping that your first experience will be a good one.  We hope that it won’t be a quickie that will leave you disappointed and unsatisfied.  That’s why he asked me to give you your first experience so you’ll know how great it can be and also to help you appreciate the love I share with your father.”

I was flabbergasted and also my cock suddenly rose to its full length and girth.  Bob certainly saw it through my skimpy boxers.  He jumped up, grabbed my arm and we bounded upstairs to my bedroom.

Once inside the room we stood facing each other.  Bob stepped out of his boxers.  His uncut cock was at full attention, jutting out a good seven inches.  I dropped my skivvies and out came my seven and a half inch circumcised organ.  We smiled at each other as Bob encircled my cock with his fist and led me to the bed. 

He laid me on my back and gently lowered himself on top of me.  To my surprise, he didn’t seem too heavy at all.  He began to kiss me gently and he forced my mouth open with his tongue.  How often I had done this with the high school girls and dreamed that it was his tongue inside of me.  I couldn’t believe this was real and happening to me.  My cock was throbbing. I was afraid I would cum prematurely.

Bob began to work his way down my body, kissing and caressing me all over.  He paid particular attention to my nipples as I began to moan in pleasure.  For what seemed like hours, he kept kissing me all over.  He put me on my stomach and worked on my backside.  He licked my crack delicately and I could feel his tongue entering my hole.  My moaning grew louder. At long last, he laid me on my back again and took my cock into his mouth.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  I felt my orgasm coming and Bob stopped sucking me.  I wanted to scream at him.  I was in anguish.

“Not yet,” he said.  “I need you to fuck me and fill me up with your cum.

It was my turn to say, “Not yet.  I need to taste your cock first.”  Bob smiled and rolled over on his back.  I climbed on top of him and retraced the route he had taken on me.  I was too anxious in my desire to taste my prey, and I didn’t linger anywhere near as long as he did, except perhaps when I suckled his nipples.  I did my best to imitate him and I must have succeeded based upon the sound of his moans and groans.  When at last I took his cock inside of me, I nearly fainted with joy.  It felt so hard and yet so soft.  His precum was sweet and yet salty.  I was so happy, but suddenly he stopped me.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he stated simply.  “Do you have any lubricant that you use when you jerk off?” he asked, as once again he turned me on my back.

“Yes.” I reached into my night table and handed him a tube of KY Jelly.  He put some on a finger and inserted it into my waiting ass hole.  It felt so good, but when he inserted a second finger, it hurt a little.  He worked his fingers in a circular motion, stretching me until I felt only pleasure.  Then a third finger went in.  The pain was minimal and I begged him to drive home the real thing.  When his fingers come out, I felt an emptiness in me.  Then I felt his cock head against my opening.  Slowly he pushed in until he reached my sphincter.  He stopped for a moment and I urged him to continue.  He pushed slowly past the sphincter.  The pain was excruciating, but I did not ask him to stop.  When he was fully inside of me, he rested.  Little by little the pain left me and I was filled with lust and pleasure.

“Fuck me,” I said.  “Fuck me now.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to pull in and out, but never coming out fully.  I could tell from his breathing and his groans that he was close and I yelled, “Cum inside of me, please.  Don’t pull out like in the pornos.”  With one final push, he came inside of me, wailing like a banshee.  I knew that I had pleasured him and I was pleased.  We lay still, kissing madly, until his cock fell out of me.

“It’s my turn,” he said as he handed me the lube.  I stretched his ass as he had stretched mine, and when finally I entered him (more easily than he had entered me) I was overwhelmed at how good and tight it felt.  Dad was right.  This beat pussy by a country mile.  I asked permission to cum inside him and he granted it with joy.

After the love making we lay side by side, fondling each other and recovering.  We were silent until at last Bob said, “Your father and I have been tested and we are exclusive with one another.  You are, were, a virgin, so we didn’t use condoms.  I beg you, when you start meeting boys at school, never go without a condom, no matter what the guy tells you.  There are men out there who hate to wear a condom and will lie to avoid it.”

“I promise,” I said and leaned over to kiss him.  Reluctantly we got out of bed and showered together in the master bath.  I had never showered with my father when I was little like most young boys do, so this was another first for me.

That day, as I left for work, Bob kissed me goodbye and said, “Your father will be happy for you, Ronnie.  When you get to work, just say ‘yes’ to him, and he’ll know that everything went just fine and according to plan.”  I was sorry now that I was transferring out of town, but I looked forward to the exciting life ahead of me.

Part 2

I Leave For College

I lost my virginity to my father’s friend on July 14th and I was not due to leave for college until August 26th.  Those few weeks were torture for me.  Bob moved in officially on August 1st and I could hear my dad and him making love almost every night.  They must have been the two noisiest lovers on planet earth.  All I could do was lie in bed, whack off, watch male porn flicks and try to fall asleep.  I counted every hour until August 26th.

During the two years of my mother’s illness her car became my car.  A few days before departure time, I had it tuned up.  I washed and polished it until the shine could blind you in the sunlight.  On the night before my departure, Dad and Bob helped me pack the trunk and the back seat with all my needful things.  When the car was secured and ready to go at 5 AM the next morning, my two dads toasted me with a glass of champagne and we retired.

I had been in bed for a few short minutes when Bob came into my room.  “Ronnie,” he whispered.  “Your dad is lending me out for the night.  He wants to leave you with happy memories.”  That having been said, his naked body invaded my bed and he wrapped himself around me.

His lips met mine and we began to make love.  His tongue travelled up and down my body, front and back.  He spent a lot of time reaming my asshole with his tongue until I begged for mercy.  “I want you to cum in my mouth,” he said as he turned me on my back.  I felt his hot moist tongue as he took me into him.  It swished up and down the underside of my shaft as his lips pumped gently on the outside as they followed the path of his tongue.  While he sucked me, he inserted a finger into my asshole, rolling it around gently until he found my pleasure spot.  I screeched a little when he found it and I couldn’t help hoping that my dad heard it so that he would know how much pleasure his lover was giving me.  All I could think about, as I gushed stream after stream of jism into Bob’s mouth, was that my teen age fantasies had all come true.  I was actually having sex with my coach.

As I came inside of him, my body bucking wildly, Bob was moaning with extreme pleasure as he swallowed all my juices.  All I could do was lie back and try to recover.  I wanted to move but I couldn’t.

Bob got out of bed and said, “I’ll see you early in the morning.”

“But I didn’t do you,” I protested.

“That’s your dad’s job.  He’ll take good care of me.”

He was gone and I fell asleep almost immediately.  I was rudely awakened at 4 AM by a shrill alarm clock.  Reluctantly I crawled out of bed and revived myself with a refreshing shower.  Everything I needed for school was packed in the car.  I put on my travel clothes and went downstairs.  The lights were on in the kitchen and I could smell the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Dad and Bob were in the kitchen in their bathrobes.  I could tell that they had nothing on underneath and I started to get hard.  I stopped myself by concentrating on the coffee and fresh toast on the table.

“You guys didn’t have to get up,” I said.

“Are you kidding?  I wouldn’t miss this day for the world,” my dad said.

“Me either,” from Bob.

We had toast and coffee in near silence.  Finally I could not delay the inevitable any longer.  I got up and they rose with me.  Bob embraced me first.  His robe had parted slightly and I could feel his hard cock against my thigh.  He kissed me passionately, like a lover, not a step father, and my head got to spinning.  When he pulled away, my dad embraced me.  His robe had parted slightly also.  I avoided looking at him, but when he embraced me in a fatherly bear-hug, I clearly felt his flaccid cock against my thigh.

I pulled away and ran from the house through the kitchen door.  I never had gotten into my car so fast before.  I secured the seat belt, turned on the motor, put the gearshift into reverse, and before I started down the driveway, I looked at them one more time.  They were holding themselves tightly and waving after me.  I hesitated at the bottom of the driveway and saw them going back into the house.  I pulled into the street, straightened out the car, and began the 450 mile journey into my new life.

As I drove, I began to have some disquieting thoughts.  The occasional sex I had with Coach Fellows was so good that I began to wonder if I was making a mistake in leaving home.  The coach had also assured me he could put me on to plenty of his students who he was certain were gay.  Even if they were underage, they were fast approaching their eighteenth birthdays.  Another disturbing thought was that I was starting out as a sophomore.  All the other sophomores had probably made their friendships already, and it might be difficult to break into a group and make new friends.

My smarter self put a stop to all this bull shit.  There was nothing in the book that said I couldn’t make friends with freshmen.  Furthermore I intended to try out for football and baseball.  Bob had told me that he was a good friend of the football coach at State U, and would put in a good word for me if necessary.  Little by little the bad thoughts left me and my mood improved as I looked forward to my new life.

The campus was mammoth, or so it seemed to me, but I had a map that was given to me at orientation.  With the help of the map, and a passing student, I found my dorm.  I parked as close to the entrance as possible and began to unload my car.  I wasn’t sure where my room was so I took a small load this first trip.  Fortunately, I was on the ground floor and only about five rooms left of the entrance.  I laid my load down in front of the door and started to insert my key.

“It’s open,” I heard a pleasant voice call out.  I opened the door, picked up my load and entered the room.  Apparently my room mate was already here.  Wow!!!

The guy, unpacking a suitcase, was at least six feet, five inches tall.  That made him three inches taller than I.  He was wearing torn jeans, a tank top and sneakers but no socks.  His ass formed two perfect balloons.  He turned to me and a Greek Adonis faced me.  “I’m dead,” I thought.  “I’ll never be able to hide my lust for this hunk.”

He stopped what he was doing and held out his hand.  “Hi,” he said, “I’m Johnny Langford.” 

I took his hand which almost crushed mine and said, “Very pleased to meet you.  I’m Ron Jergens.”  I decided to drop the Ronnie that everyone at home called me.

“Let me help you unload your car,” he said and started to the door.  With his help, I had all my stuff in the room and the car legally parked in no time.  Once back in the room, we helped each other put away our gear.  We set up our desks and made up our beds, acting as a well rehearsed team.

“You’re lucky to have a car here,” he said.  “My folks dropped me off.  You just missed meeting them, but I’m sure you will soon.”  For the first time I cringed thinking that someday he would meet “my folks.”  As if to offset that thought, I said simply.  “My mom passed away last year.”

“Gee, I’m sorry,” he lamented.  “I’m here on a football scholarship,” Johnny informed me, as if to change the subject.

“That’s great,” I said.  “I played football in high school, and I intend to go out for the team.  Actually, I haven’t decided on football or baseball.”

“Make it football,” Johnny said.  “It’ll be fun, the two of us playing together.”

“Yes,” I agreed.  “It would be fun playing together.”  If only Johnny knew what play I had in mind.

I had arrived just before dinner.  I told Johnny that I was grungy from the long trip and would like to shower before we headed for the dining room. 

“I could use a shower myself,” he said as he started to strip.  God help me.  This was the moment I feared.  I braced myself and started stripping also.  I tried not to stare at my room mate, but there he stood in all his glory.  He was uncircumcised and at least six inches flaccid.  I was cut and about five inches flaccid.  I could live with that difference.

We each wrapped a bath towel around us, retrieved a bar of soap and headed down the hall to the showers.  Neither of us wore anything on our feet.  There were six shower heads with no walls between them.  We showered discreetly with one shower separating us.  Out of the corner of my eye I watched Johnny soaping his ass, cock and balls.  Eventually, I turned away because I was getting hard.  We were the only ones in the shower and I was surprised to hear Johnny say, “I can sure tell you play football.  You’ve got a great body.”

Now I was forced to turn to him, and there was no mistaking the fact that his cock had grown some too.  This surprised me, but I tried not to make anything of it.  “There’s nothing wrong with your torso either, young man,” I quipped.  I love showering and hated to step out, but finally we both shut the water and started to dry off.  At one point I leaned over to dry my toes and was rewarded with a playful swat on my ass with Johnny’s towel.

I started to laugh.  “That takes me back to the showers in high school after practice or a game.  Even the coach joined in the horseplay.”  I regretted saying that the moment the words were out of my mouth.  After all, Johnny would meet my high school coach sooner or later.

“That’s a hoot,” Johnny said.  “My coach showered with us and fooled around with all of us too.  If the truth be told, I think he was hot for our nubile young bodies.”

There was much I could have said, but I decided to be quiet at this time.  I could have kicked myself for letting an opportunity go by to further explore his statement.

We dressed and found our way to the dining room. We had to flash our meal passes and then we were allowed entry.  Needless to say, Johnny’s huge frame required a lot of stoking.  His tray was full.  My tray was less crowded, but I had a pretty good appetite myself.  We found seats at a table where four other students were seated, two girls and two guys.  We all introduced each other.  Everyone was meeting for the first time.  They were all freshmen except me.

One of the guys could not take his eyes off one of the girls.  The other guy could not take his eyes off Johnny and me.  His eyes darted back and forth between us.  I could almost feel him drooling.  My expectations of sex in college might be met after all.  He wasn’t bad looking and I encouraged him by listening to him intently whenever he spoke, and I smiled at him a lot.  I found out that he was in my political science class and Johnny was in his economics class.  Very interesting!

“I’ll see you in class,” I said to him as Johnny and I got up to leave.  His name, I learned, was Kenny DeLong.  Kenny asked if we would like to join him at a local pub he had heard about.  It was walking distance from campus and everyone’s favorite hang out.  We were both tempted, but took a rain check.  We agreed that we were exhausted from our long journeys earlier that day.

We walked wearily back to our room.  Once inside, I was surprised that Johnny locked the door, but I said nothing.

“Well,” he said a bit shyly.  “You are about to learn my first secret.  I can’t stand underwear riding up on my crotch so I always sleep nude.  In fact, I often don’t wear underwear at all.  Is that OK with you?”

I started to laugh.  “This is the moment of all our truths.  I haven’t slept in underwear for a long time.  In fact, my father and his, I mean, and I walk nude around the house.”

“That’s one less thing for me to worry about,” Johnny said, as he stripped naked.  “I always wake up with a huge boner.  I suppose you do too.  How will we get to the bathroom without the whole dorm gawking.”

I laughed again.  “Something tells me we won’t be alone in that department.”

Johnny was undressed before I even began to strip.  He sat on the edge of his bed and watched me.  My cock was swollen, if not fully erect.  I should have been shy and uncomfortable, but for some reason I wasn’t.  I had already figured out that Johnny and I were going to be as free with nudity and our bodies as I was at home with my two dads.

“You have a beautiful body,” he said to me.  “I like looking at you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I said.  This repartee encouraged me to pursue something I had dropped.  “Remember when you told me that your coach seemed to be ogling you and your team mates?”

“Yeah,” he muttered.  He ended the word with his voice going up like a question.

“Were there ever any guys who felt like they wanted to encourage him?”

‘Hell, I can’t speak for everyone, but I know a couple of guys including myself who wouldn’t have said no to a blow job from the coach.”

Lightening rods were shooting from my eyes.  I couldn’t even see Johnny.

“What about you and your coach?” he asked me.

“You want the truth?” I asked laughing.

“Damn right.”

“OK then, I had a crush on him.  I used to dream of holding his cock in my hand as I pushed mine into his mouth.”

“We’re even then,” Johnny said.  He turned and extinguished the lamp in the table between our beds.  “Good night,” he said.  “See you in the AM.”

I wanted to whack off, but was too inhibited.  It was hours before I could fall asleep. In the morning, Johnny woke up with a boner that had to be ten inches long.  In addition his cock had widened almost double.  I couldn’t believe it.  I grew to seven and a half inches.  I got a little wider but not much.  As we gathered our shaving gear, I had to make a remark about his size.  Johnny looked shy and didn’t answer me.  With all that sexual tension building, you will be surprised to know that neither of us brought sex into any conversation from that day on. 

Eight weeks into the semester the campus celebrated parents’ weekend.  A few days before our folks were due to arrive, I resolved to tell Johnny about Dad and Bob.  I tried several times, but it never seemed to be the right time.

Let me flashback to my first poli-sci class.  Kenny came up to me after class.  He asked me to come to his room after the sixth hour, which was the last class for both of us.  I got nervous because I was pretty sure what he wanted, but I was determined to stop being a technical virgin.  I approached his door shaking at the knees. 

He let me in with a big grin on his face.  He locked the door behind us and informed me that his room mate had a girl friend and would not be back at all this day.  He sidled up to me and placed his lips on mine.  Immediately I was reminded of Bob and kissed him back.  Our kisses got more passionate and we had grabbed each other’s packages.  We were both a little nervous, and all we did that first time was give each other fast and furious head.  In later encounters, when we were sure that his room mate was not coming home, we made love more leisurely.  We progressed to anal sex.  Kenny was great but he could not hold a candle to my coach.

About three days before our parents were due to arrive, Kenny and I were cuddling after sex.  We were gently stroking each other’s cocks, when suddenly Kenny said,  “It’s taken me almost eight weeks, but I finally had sex with your room mate.  That schlong of his could kill you if you aren’t careful.  I’ll bet you two have a ball every night.”

I froze.  I could not believe what I had just heard.  Was Johnny gay or did he just give in to a good blow job.

“Did you tell him about us?”

“Sure.”

When was this?”

“Last week.”

A whole week had passed and Johnny hadn’t said a word.  I’m sure that he knew I was gay, and maybe he was, but he never said a word.  I jumped out of bed.  “I gotta go,” I said.  I dressed carelessly and quickly and ran back to my room.  Shit! Johnny wasn’t there.

I called on his cell phone.  No answer!  All I could do was wait.  It seemed like hours, but after about twenty minutes Johnny came in.

“Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?” I asked before I even said hello.

“I shut it off during sex, stupid,” he said.

“Who were you having sex with?”

“Mark Goodman.”

“You fuck,” I screamed,  “Surely you know how much I love you.”

Johnny started to laugh uncontrollably.  “How could I know that.  You never let on or gave me any indication.  I was waiting for you to say something.”  He grabbed me and began to kiss me.  I nearly fainted.  Our tongues were caressing and our cocks were rubbing together.  “I love you too,” he whispered in my ear.

“God damn us,” I yelled.  We have slept with everybody but the one we love.  What a pair of jerks.”

Johnny sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.  “There are things you have to know before parents’ weekend,” he said.  “Please let me talk and don’t interrupt.  You can ask questions afterward.”

“OK, talk!”

My father caught me having sex with my best friend when I was twelve years old and he beat me up.  I was afraid to go to the hospital or the police so I ran up the street.  I knew a gay couple who lived there and they took me in.  They wanted to call the police, but I didn’t let them.  One of them is a huge son of a gun, and he went to confront my father.  I’ll never know what he said to him or if he threatened him in any way, but my father gladly signed a court order giving legal guardianship to Gary and Stan.  My father died a few years later in a drunken brawl, and they adopted me.  Ron, I couldn’t ask for better parents.  Here’s the best part of the story.  Gary was my football coach in high school.”

He paused to let that all sink in.  His face registered utter despair as I started to laugh uncontrollably.

“Please don’t laugh at me,” he pleaded.

“I love you, you jerk.  I’m not laughing at you.  I’m laughing at life’s continuing ironies.  When I was in high school, I had a mad crush on my coach, Bob Fellows.  After my mother died, my dad was a hermit for many months, but suddenly he started dating.  One night he confessed that he was madly in love.  He shocked me by telling me that his love was for a man.  The next night his lover came to dinner and it was my coach.  He subsequently moved in with us and, like you, I have two dads.  Can you imagine what a hoot it will be when they meet, especially the two high school coaches?”

We both started to laugh.  Then we began giggling like school girls.

Suddenly Johnny grew serious.  “Make love with me,” he pleaded.

We both undressed at the speed of light.  “Lie down,” I commanded.  I want to do all the work, and you can do the work next time.”  Johnny lay down on his back and I laid myself down on top of him.  I had to push his cock to face up or it would have jabbed through my abdomen.  I remembered the trip around the world that Bob had given me when he took my virginity and I tried to emulate.  This time I had no time restrictions and I was with the love of my life.  For more than an hour I licked every square inch of his hard as rock body.  I didn’t take him into my mouth until he was pleading with me.  I licked and sucked until his moans of pleasure became almost deafening.  Whenever I felt his balls constrict, I stopped and did not resume sucking him until his quest for orgasm had subsided.

When I felt that I had teased him enough, I took some lube from my shaving kit which was on the dresser.  I greased his cock and my ass until the tube was empty.  I sat down atop his masculine frame and placed his cockhead on my crack.  Slowly I lowered myself on him.  Amidst great pain, I felt his huge rod entering me, filling my love hole.  When he was fully inside of me, I sat still, allowing the pain to become pleasure.  Little by little I began to move up and down on his rod.  Then after awhile, when I moved down, he thrust up.  Our rhythm became a steady waltz of love.  His breath grew short.  I began to gasp.  Our orgasms were building and they were close.  Suddenly, Johnny stopped thrusting and I could feel my insides being filled with his juice, the juice of my lover.  I cannot describe the joy.  My ass began to constrict around his cock as I came also, shooting cum all over his chest and chin and even some on his lips.

I collapsed on top of him.  I could hear my cum squishing between us.  I began to cry and I realized that he was crying also.

“Why are you crying?” he asked me.  “Was I too big for you?”

“No, no. You could never be too big for me.  I’m crying because I am so happy.  I love you so much.  But why are you crying?”

“For the same reason, my dearest friend.  For the same reason.”

We spent the next three days making love at every opportunity.  We bought out all the lube in the drug store.  It wasn’t long before our asses accommodated our pricks easily, and we used less lube for more pleasure.  We couldn’t wait for our dads to arrive.

Johnny’s fathers were the first to arrive.  We were introduced and Johnny told him about us and I told them about my two dads.  They embraced me and cried for joy.

When my dads arrived, Bob and Gary immediately embraced each other.  They knew each other from inter mural events, but neither had known that the other was gay.  We all jabbered away, hardly believing the coincidence.  Finally Bob and Gary said that they wanted to say hello to our football coach, who was a friend to both of them.  As far as they both knew, he was straight.

The six of us had a wonderful weekend together.  Our dads did not live very far apart and promised to get together often.  We all bonded together as a family which was a good thing because Johnny and I had every intention of spending the rest of our lives together.

Posted: 04/17/09