Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 06:40:35 -0600
From: Richard Pettey <mnstoryguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Sleeping Over At Jerry's

  This story is a work of fiction.  It is a story about consensual sex
between a boy and a man, a father and a son.

I appreciate any comments to MNStoryGuy@gmail.com.

Sleeping Over at Jerry's

I did my first sleep over when I was thirteen.  It was at my friend, Jerry
Walker's house.  Jerry and I have been friends since kindergarten.  Jerry
had stayed over at my house several times, but I never stayed at his.
Jerry's mom was sick for a long time and so having me over was too much for
her.  Unfortunately she died when Jerry was ten.

I was excited when Jerry finally asked me to stay over.  We had a great
time.  His dad rented a movie and ordered pizza.  When we finally went to
bed I couldn't get to sleep.  I guess I was having trouble sleeping in a
strange bed.  I could hear the television so I figured Jerry's dad must
still be up.  I decided to go get a glass of water.

When I walked by the living room I saw Jerry's dad sitting on the sofa in
nothing but a pair of boxers watching a basketball game.  He saw me walk by
and asked, "Is the television too loud?"

The fact that I caught him in his underwear didn't seem to matter.  Mr.
Walker wasn't a big guy.  He was shorter and slimmer than my dad.  He
didn't have any hair on his body either, unlike my dad who has a very hairy
chest.

"No," I answered.  "I'm just having trouble getting to sleep."

"Want to watch television with me?" he patted the sofa with his hand.

"Sure," I said.  I walked over and sat down next to him.

"Do you like basketball?  I can turn on something else if you don't."

"I've never really got into sports," I admitted.

"That's ok," he said, picking up the remote control.  He flipped through a
few channels and settled on a old western movie.  Jerry's dad put the
remote down and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.  It felt nice
to be held by him.  That's when I glanced down and noticed that the fly of
his boxers had opened enough for me to see his pubic hair and part of his
dick.

For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off his boxers.  I wanted to reach
into that opening and pull out his dick so I could see all of it.  I didn't
know if he knew I was looking at him or not.  He reached down at one point
and scratched himself.  When he did the fly opened a little more exposing
even more of his dick.

"You want something to drink?" he asked.

"OK," I answered, although I didn't want him to move.

He went and got us both a glass of water.  I was shocked when he walked
back into the room and his dick was hanging out the front of his boxers.
He acted as if nothing was wrong and sat down beside me again.  I stared at
his dick.  It looked huge compared to my own.  I wanted to touch it more
than ever.  I wondered what he would do if I did touch it.  He must know
its hanging out.  Is he trying to tease me?  Does he want me to touch it?
I nervously took a drink of water.

"Do you want me to sit that over here?" he asked.

"Huh?" I snapped back to attention.

"Your water," he explained.  "Do you want me to sit it over here so you
don't have to hold it?"

"Oh, OK."  He took my glass and sat it on the end table next to his.  He
wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him again.  I had no idea
what was happening in the movie.  My attention was focused on Mr. Walker's
dick.  I had to touch it.

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand moved toward Mr. Walker's dick.  I
touched the top of it feeling the soft skin.  Mr. Walker didn't stop me or
say anything.  He kept watching the movie.  I wrapped my hand around his
dick.  I feel its warmth.  I felt it begin to grow.  I slowly moved my hand
up to the head.  Soon it was completely hard.  I pulled my hand away and
just looked at it, admiring it.  It seemed so big compared to my teenaged
dick.  I would learn later that Mr. Walker was pretty average in size.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No," I said quietly.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have touched it."

"It's OK.  You can touch it."

I reached down and wrapped my hand around it again.

"Move your hand up and down," he said.  He wrapped his hand around mine and
moved it up and down his dick.  "Like this."  He moved his hand away and
let me stroke his dick.  My own dick was now hard and making a tent in my
pajamas.

"That feels really good," he said.

I wondered if Jerry had ever done this for him.  I was jealous if he had.

"Why don't you taste it?"

I wasn't sure what he meant.

"Why don't you get on the floor between my legs?"

I did as he asked, kneeling between his legs.  His dick was now right in
front of my face.  I reached up and wrapped my hand around it again.
Mr. Walker put his hand on the back of my head and pulled it forward.  "Go
ahead.  Taste it.  Put your mouth on it."

I opened my mouth and let the head slip inside.  I closed my lips around
the pink flesh.  My tongue explored the head of Mr. Walker's dick, even
slipping into his piss slit.  Mr. Walker pushed my head down further,
forcing more of his dick into my mouth.  He wasn't forceful, just firm.  I
allowed him to push my head down until his dick was completely down my
throat.  I couldn't keep it there for very long before I started to choke
so I pulled back.

"Just go up and down on it," he instructed.  "That feels really good."

I was happy that I could make him feel good.  I had never really thought
about having sex with another guy and yet here I was sucking the dick of my
best friend's dad.

"That feels really good, Greg.  You keep that up and you're going to make
me cum."

I had heard guys at school talk about cumming but I had never experienced
it myself yet.  I was excited to see what would happen when Mr. Walker
came.

Mr. Walker rubbed his hands through my hair as I continued to move my mouth
up and down his dick.  I tried to suck harder and not just move up and
down.  Mr. Walker seemed to like this.  "Oh yeah.  That's it.  Keep sucking
me."

I could hear the music from the movie.  I found that I was moving my mouth
in time with the music.  Something exciting must be happening in the movie
because the music was getting louder.

"Oh God," Mr. Walker cried.  "I'm cumming."  As if choreographed his orgasm
was accompanied to the crescendo of music the sound of explosions from the
movie.

He held my head so I couldn't pull off.  I could feel Mr. Walker's dick
begin to pulse in my mouth as he started to shoot.  I was surprised to have
Mr. Walker begin shooting his cum into my mouth.  At first I didn't know
what it was and panicked.  However I soon realized that it tasted pretty
good.  Mr. Walker was still holding my head so I was forced to swallow it.
I kept sucking until Mr. Walker released my head.

I pulled my mouth off his dick tried to catch my breath.

Mr. Walker's dick was wet with spit and cum.  I looked up at him and he
smiled back at me.

"That felt really good.  Have you done that before?" he asked.

"No sir."

"Well, you are very good at it.  Why don't you stand up and let me return
the favor."

I stood up.  My dick was still hard and it was very apparent in the front
of my pajamas.  Mr. Walker grabbed the waistband and pulled down my
pajamas.  My dick sprang free.  Mr. Walker dropped to his knees in front of
me and took my dick in his mouth.

I had never felt anything like it before.  His hot wet mouth felt
incredible.  He began sucking me and I thought I had died and gone to
heaven.  In just a short time I felt an unusual sensation beginning in my
balls and dick.  I grabbed Mr. Walker's head as the sensation spread
through my whole body and I began to shake.  I felt my dick jerking in
Mr. Walker's mouth.  After several seconds the sensation subsided and I
nearly fell down.  I put my hands on Mr. Walker's shoulders to steady
myself.  Mr.  Walker pulled up my pajamas.

"How was that?" he asked.

"That was incredible.  Is that what cumming feels like?"

"You mean you've never had an orgasm before?"

"No sir."

"Well I am very happy to have given you your first one."

In a few minutes I had my first sexual experience with another man and my
first orgasm.  I knew I would be doing this again.

"You can't tell anyone about what we just did, not even Jerry," He said.
"They wouldn't understand."

"It will be our secret."

"Good.  Now, you better get to bed.  I'm sure you'll be able to sleep now."

"OK, Good night."

"Good night, Greg."

Mr. Walker was right.  I fell asleep within minutes however I fell asleep
thinking about sucking Mr.  Walker's dick.