Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 21:19:16 -0700
From: Rich Taste <richtaste4play@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Friend Jake - revised part 1

The following story is a work of fiction - though the it grew out of a real
experience. I will leave you to imagine where the reality ended and my
fantasy began, though you might be surprised if you knew.

This story contains description of sexual acts between adult men and
teenage boys. If this offends you or if it is illegal for you to read,
please leave now. Again this is a work of fiction. Nothing illegal occurred
in the real experiences the story is based on and this story is not meant
to encourage any illegal acts.

Please enjoy and email, especially if you have similar accounts to share,
real or otherwise.

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I'm a married father of 4 boys, 3 of which have already grown and left our
home. My youngest, Andy, is 16 and is the most social of them all.  He
hangs out with a pretty large group of friends and during the weekends and
over the summer if he is not sleeping over at a friend's house, one or more
are camped out at ours. This could mean that on any given morning, a number
of teenage boys may be laid out from room to room in our home.


Not that I mind this in the least. First of all I'm glad my son has carved
out a niche for himself and made a lot of friends, all who are really good
boys.  Secondly, I love the numerous opportunities to have young guys
hanging around, in various states of dress, and sometimes even in slightly
compromising situations. Its not completely uncommon for me to `run into' a
very hot 15 year old coming out of the bathroom with just a towel; or
catching a young guy trying to mask the untimely, but inevitable woody in
his pants.


What inspired me to write was a true situation that happened in my home
very recently.  It was a Saturday morning and I had come down stairs very
early.  On the weekend, I like to get up before anyone else and sneak out
for breakfast. I usually can get there, enjoy my coffee and paper, and
still get back before anyone is up. This day was a typically hot morning in
the South, which was made worse in our house by my refusal to turn up the
air conditioning too high.


Consequently it was pretty warm in the house. Andy was fast asleep on the
love seat on the far side of the living room and his friend Jake was
sprawled out on couch nearest the hall and the entry into the kitchen.
Both were in just their shorts with no blankets covering them.


Andy`s a good looking boy but although I am extremely attracted to teens
and college age young men, I`ve never looked at my sons in a sexual way.
I`m grateful for that.  The complications that would have for both them and
me wouldn't be worth it.  This doesn't however, go for his friends.  I'm
constantly driven to a state of sexual frustration by all of them.  I even
think some of them know it, whether consciously or not.


Jake would be one of my chief torturers.  He is a small guy, no bigger than
5'6 and is fairly slim. He is blonde headed and blue eyed and if he didn't
live in the middle of Alabama he certainly would be the perfect surfer
boy. That's what I like to call him.  I love any opportunity I have to be
around him and cherish the times when he is shirtless.  He is not muscular
or even extremely well toned.  In fact, sometimes it seems some parts of
his body are still holding on to a little of that pre-pubescent boy
plumpness; not fat, just softness if you know what I mean.  But for some
reason that makes him even sexier, I guess because it adds to his
innocence.


His skin now is almost golden brown from the Southern sun and his nipples
are the size of a quarter and always seem stimulated to the sexiest
point. Because he favors lose shorts, I've never really been able to see a
clear outline of his young cock.  For some reason I imagine it is not very
large.  However loose his shorts may hang from his waist, they can't
however hide the cutest little ass you can imagine.  All in all, Jake is
definitely a delight to the eyes and probably the prize of many young girls


Well, it was this delight I found myself stumbling across on this morning,
as I made my way through the living room into my kitchen.  It was such a
sight I had to stop at the head of the couch and soak in the picture of
this incredibly hot little 16 year old sleeping so peacefully and yet so
seductively.  He was on his back, his arms laying at his sides and his
hands cupped lightly at the crotch of his shorts. His chest was slowly
rising and falling with each breath, and as it pulled his stomach in with
each inhale, you could make out the hint of a six pack that could easily
develop in the not too distant future.


I watched for a few breathtaking moments and realizing that as long as I
was quiet I could probably take my time, studied his shorts to see if his
cock might be hard. One of the benefits of having teens sleep over is that
I often noticed a bulge or two in the morning. Sometimes I'm "bad" enough
to just hang around when they are awake but still not up yet.  I make sure
to be there for that moment when they have to get up from where they lay
and they lose the blankets they were using to hide what is going on between
their legs.  When I'm particularly mischievous I will tell them, "Let's go
boys.  Everyone up."  It is always fun identifying the ones who are
sporting wood and seeing the measures they go through to hide them until
they can get into a bathroom or something.


Unfortunately Jake was wearing loose fitting khakis this morning so I
couldn't easily see anything. This didn't stop my trying though, and I
found myself making multiple trips through the living room just to look at
him. It was during one these trips by the couch that something caught my
eye. Jake must have shifted and stretched his legs a bit, because now the
waist band of his khaki shorts were lifted off his stomach enough to
clearly see the top of his blue and green boxer briefs. The waistband of
his briefs hugged his slim stomach tightly, except for one area, just to
the right of the soft swath of blonde hair that lead from his belly button
down to that sexy place below.  There, at that spot, pressed up against the
waistband of his briefs was an unmistakable bulge.  Jake was spouting a
hard cock and if not for those briefs it looked as if it would have popped
up to lay flat against his stomach.


Being an avid lover of teenage and college boys, I have seen my share of
hard boy dicks, both those clothed and unclothed (of course most of those
have only been through porn). For some reason however, this experience was
more exciting than any of those. Maybe it was the circumstances.  The house
was completely asleep and Jake was completely unaware of what was going on,
except perhaps in his dreams.  But he definitely had no idea I was
watching.  Perhaps it was how vulnerable Jake was under the circumstances.
Maybe it was the thrill of knowing that my son was sleeping just a few feet
away and my wife just up the stairs - the risk I could be caught.


More than anything, it was just such a wonderful sight; and I could get so
close.  For a time I almost peered directly over the his forehead to look
down even closer.  For how hard it was pressed against the waistband I
could almost make out the clear definition of the tip, seeing the
impression made by the two cloves wrapped around the top of the shaft that
made up the plump little head.


After a few minutes my own cock had popped to its full height and I could
feel the sexual frustration setting in.  All I could make out of the bulge
was the very top section of his cock, the rest descending below the
covering of his shorts.  There was perhaps just a couple inches noticeable,
including the knob on top.  Having seen this I wanted more.  I wanted to
see how far down it went.  By the position of his shorts and I couldn't
really tell how big it was.  I wanted to know, needed to know.  I also
wanted to see it in the flesh but knew that was not going to happen.  Oh, I
allowed myself the thoughts of sneaking a touch, or pulling down the
briefs.  I thought of the many nifty stories I had read.  But I quickly
discarded them.  Even if any of those stories of sleeping friends were
true, this situation was not one that would allow it. As much as I wanted
to see and feel, I was not interested in going to jail, or suffering a
messy divorce, or having to explain to my son what in the hell I tried to
do to his friend.  This was real life, not a story



Furthering my frustration was the absence of anything more going on.  Jake
hadn't really moved a muscle in several minutes.  Maybe if he were having a
wet dream things would get exciting, but how long might that take?  Would
it be a waste to just stand here and wait in hope?  More than likely, I
thought, this was just the result of a full bladder.  The same, normal,
piss inspired hardon most of us men get everyday of our lives.  If that
were case I was not going to see much more.


After what seemed an insufferable amount of time (in reality probably 10
minutes or so lol) I decided my time was up.  I would enjoy the wonderful
show this incredible boy had given me and go on about my day, of course
never to look at Jake quite the same way again.  Thank you Jake!


I must admit, I had problems concentrating on the paper and enjoying my
breakfast.  It had been almost a week since I had last enjoyed getting off
and I couldn't seem to get my cock to behave.  All during breakfast I
thought of Jake; what his cock must look like, how big it must be, how his
balls were probably firm and pulled tightly up to the base of his dick. I
decided that the cause of Jake's bulging pole was definitely a hot dream,
not a full bladder.  Hey, they were my fantasies so I was going to enjoy
them.


So, I wondered what he might dreaming about.  Was he very sexually
experienced or just a virgin?  If the later, his dreams might be nothing
more than him running his hands softly over the naked breasts of Jessica
Alba or some other object of his adolescent fantasies.  If so, certainly he
was going to blow that load the moment his fingers got to nipples!  I chose
however, to believe it was the former and that he either had the neighbor
girl pinned against his bed, forcefully driving his hard teen cock in and
out of her virgin pussy, or better yet, he was in the bathroom of the local
subdivision pool with the 17 year old female lifeguard on her knees in the
corner while he banged her head against the while pounding her throat with
that rock solid cum stick of his.


As I was paying my tab and coming back to reality, I wondered what was
happening now with Jake, or what had already happened.  Perhaps his dream
faded.  Perhaps he had woken up and with everyone still asleep and snuck
into the bathroom to nut himself.  I imagined what that might look
like. How much I would pay to see him awake and jerking off to a hot teen
orgasm.  How did he do it?  Did he hold it tight or lose? Did he use one or
two hands?  Did he play with his balls or finger his ass?  Now that would
be a sight!  Did he taste his cum?  What did his face look like when his
balls tightened and started to squeeze his hot cum up his hard cock shaft?
Did he moan?  Maybe he hadn't woken up, but continued that dream until he
blew that load unconsciously and uncontrollably. Maybe when I returned I
would see the soaking remnants on his briefs.


In reality that the most logic thing that would have happened while I was
away was Jake rolling over on his side or shifting again, forever hiding
both his and my enjoyment. Yet I knew the first thing I would do when I
walked in the house would be to make a line for the living room and the
head of that couch.


When I walked in the front door I noticed the house was still silent.  That
wasn't surprising; it was still early and my wife usually slept like the
teenage boys.  They might not be up for another couple hours if I didn't
wake them.  I quietly put the keys on the counter as I softly walked
through the kitchen.  It was light enough now that I could see the boys
pretty clearly from the kitchen.  Jake looked to be lying in about the same
position but something was different.  I couldn't make it out from so far
away but as I crept closer I saw it.  I literally lost my breath at the
same time a flood of adrenaline surged through me.


Jake was still on his back, his arms still to his side, framing his
gorgeous body.  His shorts were still shifted off of his waist well enough
to see much of the top of his boxer briefs.  Except now there was no bulge
to the right pushing against the waistband.  Now, sticking straight out the
top of his briefs, stretching up an inch towards his belly button was the
top of his cock and the plumpest, juiciest looking dick head I had ever
seen.


I couldn't move for a minute.  In my 45 years, I've never been this close
to a young boys raging hardon in the flesh.  It looked so hot; soft yet
obviously swollen. It was bigger than I imagined earlier, about the size of
the head of an ordinary table salt shaker. It was cut beautifully and
proportioned perfectly. I quickly checked on Andy.  He was still fast
asleep, turned face in towards the back of the loveseat.  I listened for my
wife and there was no sound.  I tiptoed very close to Jake and peered over
his head.  I was so close to that hard cock that I could easily see the
brownish scar line from where his foreskin was cut as a baby.  I could also
see the little tiny nub of flesh that sometimes sits right under the piss
slit, in the seam where the 2 folds of the cock head come together.


I feared I was too close so I stepped back and sat myself down on the small
table right at the edge of the kitchen entrance.  I could still see
perfectly.  A million thoughts went through my head.  I realized that Jake
had more than a full bladder.  He must have really been having some strong
sexual dreams.  His cock was rock hard now and somehow had forced it's way
past the band of the briefs that stretched pretty tight against his waist.
Had he reached his hand in there at some point and pleasured himself,
freeing it to where it was?


Most importantly I began to wonder now about where this was going.  It was
obvious that besides his dick being hard as concrete and his mind lost in a
sexual wonderland, the physical pressure of the briefs against the top of
his cock was having a pleasurable effect also.  I could tell because
besides the exposed tip of his meat, I could also see a little bit of the
covered shaft as it rose out from the shorts and it seemed to be twitching
often.  Also every few seconds his hips would push up just the slightest
bit and his cock head would quickly swell and then contract. I wondered if
in his dream he was humping something.  Perhaps it was a blow job he was
getting because he wasn't thrusting up like he was in fucking rhythm. It
was more like a sensual little rock forward now and then.


It was during one of these little thrusts, as his cock swelled and
twitched, that the slit on the crown of his dick head swelled a bit and
spread just the slightest, and a tiny drop of liquid peeked out. It stayed
it there for a few seconds, as if it were waiting to see it were safe, then
it began to grow and soon slid down the underside of his cock head. The
drop rolled slowly down and pooled between his cock and stomach.  I grabbed
my raging erection though my jeans and squeezed as hard as I could.  I
couldn't jack off but I needed to feed the monster a little.


I noticed now that Jake's breathing was different than when I had left. His
chest was rising a bit faster and his stomach contracting a bit more. His
adrenaline was obviously flowing strong.  I watched as his hips pushed up
again, this time a little further and quicker, pushing his cock against the
tight grip of his briefs.  Then Jake moved and startled me. He stretched
his legs out, pointing his toes down. His hands pressed into the bottom of
his crouch and his shoulders hunched up somewhat. He was stretching and
pushing at his balls at the same time.  This momentarily pulled the band of
his shorts and briefs down even farther exposing more his rock hard 16 year
old cock. Just as quickly he relaxed but I noticed his hands were further
up on his balls and the base of his cock.


More of his cock flesh was exposed and I began to realize that this little
fuck was a bit bigger than I had thought.  He wasn't huge but he had
something decent to fuck with, certainly a mouthful.


The head of Jake's cock started to throb a little more often and the shaft
twitch a bit more intensely. More pre-cum was leaking out and down into the
pool on his stomach.  How badly I wanted to take out my meat and stroke it
but I couldn't risk it. I thought about getting my camera out and taking
some pictures to enjoy for later but that would have been harder to explain
had I been caught. Just then, his cock jerked as much as it could, caught
in the briefs as it was, and his hips rose up.  I don't know if I imagined
it but a slight sigh might have escaped his lips.  At one point earlier I
was disappointed that I could not see his entire hot poker and his balls.
I would have also loved to see the bush cradling them.  But I also realized
that had his cock not been trapped as it was, Jake probably would not be at
the point he was now. The briefs were giving him something to fuck up
against.


Knowing the sensitivity of young, horny boys, I knew that as long as Jack
didn't wake up, he won't last much longer.  I watched his breathing more,
looking for signs. I was sure he was breathing heavier. Yes, and he was
moving more. His hands were slightly kneading against the balls in his
shorts.  His legs occasionally tightened and stretched forward. He started
moving his hips about a more. And his cock continued to twitch, forcing
itself against the constraining fabric; each time adding the tiniest bit
more liquid to the growing pool on his beautiful abs.

I thought to myself, "I can't believe this is happening."  How often I had
jerked off fantasizing about one of Andy's friends, imagining them hard and
beating off.  I jerked to images of walking in on them in the bathroom, of
them peering through my bedroom door as I fucked my wife, jerking their big
teen cocks as I pounded away. Greatest of all was the dream of catching
them fucking their girl friends on my son's bed or catching one of the
girls with a mouth full of their dick. But these were just fantasies,
images to beat off with while I was alone.  What was happening right in
front of me was real and I wouldn't trade it for all of those fantasies put
together.


Then it things with Jake changed.  I could see His chest was moving faster
now and higher.  His stomach was drawing in deeper. How fucking hot, this
boy is about to squirt his cum and I can sit here an watch for all its
worth.  No sooner had I thought that than Jake suddenly tightened and
stretched his legs out as far as they could go.  His toes curled and
pointed down and he pushed his hands hard against his balls.  His stomach
tightened and highlighted the muscle below that soft flesh.  Then more
suddenly he shot his head up and looked straight down at his cock. The
veins in the side of his neck were bulging and I knew that his little body
was in the midst of a mini convulsion. Hell yes, I thought. He's shooting
off.


He let out a gasp and a slight moan and then pulled both hands off his
balls and reached up frantically, throwing them over the top of his cock
head.  He was awake and as his orgasm was hitting him so was the
realization that he was in the middle of his best friends living room.  He
was trying to stop the coming flood.  Yet it was obvious that the explosion
was to sensational to ignore and as his cock started to spurt, he leaned
his head back slightly, lifted his ass up, pushing his cock harder against
his grasping hands and let go the sexiest sound I've ever heard - like a
small animal`s grunt.


I almost shot off in my pants. At first I was disappointed that his hands
were covering the head of his cock. How I would have loved to see his cum
fly high in the air, maybe landing on his chest or face.  But then I saw
something much hotter. As his hands gripped his head and the top half of
his cock shaft, the white cream began oozing out over his fingers and
between his hands. I know from experience the pressure of trying to trap a
load of jizz from squirting out by squeezing.  This had to be happening
because he squeezed for the longest time, not moving a muscle but moaning
softly.


And then it was done. Wide awake now, Jake looked over at Andy. Then he
looked around a bit, still holding his hands to his cock, as if he were
trying to keep his juice from falling everywhere.  It was obvious he was
looking for a solution.


Now I started coming back down to earth.  I also needed a solution.  If I
made the slightest noise or if Jake were to look back, what would I do?
How would I explain the situation or remove the discomfort we both would
fell.  I was overcome with a mix of guilt, excitement, fear and shame. I
also worried about how Jake would feel. I had the first thought to try to
sneak aware very quietly. But then I did the strangest thing.  I don't know
why.  I don't even know where the thought came from.  Perhaps I thought it
might be a door to something more, at some later time.  Very softly but
quickly I turned away and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a dish towel
from the counter and then quietly walked back to the couch. As I approached
Jake, he snapped his head up at me with a look part fear, part shock, and
part confusion, never removing the grip on his cock. I reached down with
the towel and dropped it over his hands.

"Here, you might need this."

And with that, I walked away...

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