Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 18:31:26 -0600
From: Karls Friend <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: Karl's Friend

Let's start out with the standard: If you're under the age of 18 or
whatever it is in your part of the world, please stop reading here.  This
story is for adults.  That's right boys.  This one if for daddies only.  Or
at least boys old enough to be daddies.

	While this is non-fiction and happened to me many years ago, I
don't recommend trying this with the kid down the street.  These days all a
kid has to do is say someone looked at him the wrong way and you'll have
everyone up your ass (so to speak).  This happened in the mid 70's when the
pedo was the guy down the street who lived with his mother.  The hot dad of
a friend was just another guy.  You see where this is going.

	This is not one of those stories where my mom had been killed in an
accident or was out whoring around.  Like most moms in the 70s she was
heavily medicated by Dr Feelgood.  She was a caring mother who kept house
and made sure the kids were "taken care of".  At bedtime however she liked
her sleeping pill.

	So all you guys that got your dicks out and strokin' getting ready
to read my tale get your box of tissues ready.

	I was the kid that liked to play with the girls.  You know the
type.  Always well groomed and never messy but not especially effeminate
either.  Sex wasn't on my radar.  I knew that I always had an attraction to
older men but it never occurred to me that it might be strange or that
there might be anything wrong with it.

	I was always attracted to my dad friends.  Most of them my daddy's
friends didn't notice me.  However, there were one or two that seemed
kinder to me than the rest.  One in particular was one of my dad's drinking
buddies.  His name was Karl and he worked with my daddy at the bakery.  He
drove the delivery trucks like my daddy did.  He and daddy would go out
after work and 'have a few", which meant they'd come home tanked up.  They
would celebrate making it home by having another beer.  My mom was pretty
much out like a light so I'd get up and join daddy and Karl in the kitchen.
Daddy never seemed to mind and neither did Karl.

	One night was about to change the way I understood my attraction to
men.  I was laying in bed when I heard the car pull up.  I could here daddy
and Karl come up the drive way talking and laughing.  Karl said he'd better
get home but daddy convinced him to come in for "one more for the road".
Karl made a half-hearted attempt to say no but ended up giving in to my
daddy's request.

	When they came in I ran into the kitchen to see them.  Daddy
laughed when I came into the room and said, "well, there's my little guy".
I liked when he called me a guy.  As I sat on one of the stools in the
kitchen and listened.  Daddy and Karl kept talking about this woman at the
bakery that they called "a hot piece of tail".  I didn't understand what
that meant so I asked my daddy, "how that lady had a tail?"  He and Karl
both laughed and told me I'd understand later when I got older.  They
talked some more about work and how the boss was a hard ass and grown up
stuff like that.  I just liked watching them.  Daddy's laugh always made me
smile.

	After a while daddy said he had to go to the bathroom.  Karl said
okay and started to get up to go.  Daddy told him to hang on a minute and
he'd walk him out to the car.  Daddy went down the hall to the bathroom and
closed the door.  I just sat there looking at Karl in his coveralls and how
his hairy chest showed where he had unzipped it.

	I knew about how men's penis' were bigger and had even seen some in
the books daddy kept hidden in the basement.  One day when I was down there
playing my ball rolled under daddy's workbench.  When I bent down to
retrieve it I saw a stack of magazines there.  I thought it was weird that
there were magazines way under there.  It made me wonder what they were.  I
was just able to reach a couple of them.

	When I pulled them out I was in awe.  There were men with HUGE
penis' putting them in ladies mouths.  There were ladies with lots of red
lipstick kissing them.  I didn't understand it at the time but I got a
tingling sensation all through my body.  I remember physically shuddering.
I sat on the floor and turned page after page of ladies with their legs
spread and showing their mommy parts.  I thought it was kinda gross.  But
whenever I would come across a man I was excited.  I remember my penis
getting stiff just looking at the men.  I didn't understand why, but it was
exciting.  In the pictures the women had their mouths on the mens penis'
and in one picture (I still have burned in my mind) the man had his hand on
the back of the ladies head that was sucking on his penis and there was
white stuff coming out of her mouth.  She didn't seem to mind and the man's
face made me excited even more.

	Just about the time I was gonna look at the next magazine I guess
mommy thought I was being too quiet and yelled from the kitchen.  I was
afraid she would come down into the basement so I told her I was trying to
get my ball from under the workbench and that I just got it.  That seemed
to satisfy her.  She stayed in the kitchen.  After that I would go down and
sneak out one of the magazines and rub my penis through my pants.  It felt
really good and made me tingly.

	So as I sat there looking at Karl and his hairy chest I started
wondering if his penis was big like the man in the magazine.  All of a
sudden I was brought to attention by Karl clearing his throat.  I looked up
at him and knew I'd been caught.  He was just looking at me with a look of
curiosity.  He didn't say anything or act mad or anything.  Just then I
heard the toilet flush and daddy came walking down the hall zipping up.  I
just sat there.  It was then I realized I had a stiffy.  I quickly covered
it with my pajama top so daddy couldn't see.  Then I was afraid Karl was
going to tell daddy that I was looking at his crotch.  But right before
daddy came around the corner I saw Karl sorta smile.

	Karl got up to leave and daddy walked out with him.  They talked
for a few more minutes and daddy came back in.  I was really scared 'cause
I thought for sure Karl said something.  But when daddy came back in he
just seemed his regular self and told me it was time to "hit the hay".  I
was so relieved I didn't argue.  I just went to my room.

	All night long and much of the next day all I could think of was
Karl.  All I knew was I wanted to do the things those people in the
magazine were doing...and I wanted to do them with Karl.  I went down to
the basement and told mommy I was playing with my Matchbox cars when she
asked.  What I was really doing was looking at the magazines.  Looking at
all the pictures of the ladies holding onto the mens big penis'.  I took my
stuffed lion and pretended it was Karl's chest.  I rubbed my face against
it.  I wanted to feel the hair on his chest.  I thought Karl kind of looked
like a man in one of the magazines.  He had big arms and legs covered with
hair.  His belly sorta stuck out like daddy's but not as much.

	It seemed like forever before I heard daddy's car pull up.  I laid
there in the dark.  Listening.  Then, much to my disappointment I heard the
car pull away.  I then heard the front door open.  I ran into the living
room and said hello to daddy.  I gave him a big hug and when I pressed
against him I realized daddy must have a big penis too.  It hadn't occurred
to me that my own daddy might have a big weiner like the men in the
magazines.  It was all happening so fast that my little mind couldn't keep
up.

	Daddy just hugged back and said he was tired.  He had worked
particularly hard that day and wanted to shower and go to bed.  I knew he
was in a tired mood so I just turned around and went back into my bedroom.
Daddy and mommy had their own bathroom so I wasn't going to be able to
watch him take a shower.  But I had to know what daddy's penis looked like.
I went back to bed and then I heard daddy going to the basement.  My heart
froze.  Was he going down there to get the magazines?  Had I put them back
the way he left them?  I was too afraid to leave my room and after about 10
minutes daddy came back up stairs and went into their bedroom.  I heard the
shower start and the next thing I knew it was morning.

If you think you'd like to hear more of my story please feel free to email
me at: karlsfriend@gmail.com