Penis

You knew you would have a lot more fun and freedom once you got to college, yet there was something in the back of your mind that held you back from exploring what you wanted to experience. It wasn’t until your junior year where things started to take off with the person you never knew you were meant to be with.

You decided to major in nursing, partly following your strict parents’ footsteps - your father who’s Head of Cardio thoracic and your mother who is The Chief and both working at a very prestigious hospital, and partly because your bio teacher from high school. You enjoyed learning about health care, but yearned for learning more about your sexuality since you never really got the chance to do any normal activity while in high school. Since high school, you figured you were at least bi because you still thought some of the girls were hot, but whenever you were in bio, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something up about your teacher, Mr. Harrison. He had been what you thought of as a handsome middle-aged teacher in his 50s. You didn’t know what you felt about him, but you knew you wanted him to know that you were different from the rest in the class. You participated more than enough in class discussions and activities to be noticed, and performed well in the class that you two eventually had a strong student-teacher relationship. When you graduated from high school, Mr. Harrison walked up behind you when you were with a few friends.

“Hey Pete, do you have a minute?” He asked. Did you notice a little nervousness in his tone of voice or was it just your imagination?

“Sure, Mr. H, always time for favorite teacher!” You probably said with a little too much joy in your voice. God, why am I so weird around him?!

You two walked a little way and out from your group of friends before he finally said, “Pete, I just wanted to congratulate you that you’ve finally finished this level of your life and you’re now ready to move onto the next! You’ve always made class entertaining for me in ways I couldn’t imagine and excelled more than your peers. You’re gonna do just fine in wherever you go.”

“Thank you Mr. H, but I couldn’t have done it without you. Should I be a little forward? I still don’t know why I really liked him. “Mr. H, can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can, you can tell me anything.”

“As you know, both of my parents are extremely successful in their careers and I’ve had the great opportunity to have gone to such a great school and meet people like you. I hope you won’t find it weird, but I really appreciate that you took the time to come and find me. It’s really nice to see an older face, especially yours at an event like this. Honestly, you look great Mr. H”

You hadn’t noticed it yet, but some part of your mind told your body to put your hand on Mr. H’s upper arm and rub it. He sure did notice it as when you looked up at his face, you saw him quite speechless at what you were doing.

you gasped. “Oh my God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did what I just did.” When you looked back at his face again, you couldn’t help but think was that a little smirk??

Mr. Harrison finally spoke up and said “It’s okay, Pete, honestly. Don’t worry about it.” did he wink? “And, it’s not a problem, I just thought that I should at the very least say something to my best student before he ventures off into the real world and is swept off his feet by someone. Enjoy the rest of your graduation, I’ve got to get back to the wife back home. See ya later, kid!” oh, he definitely winked at me, again. what does that mean? I don’t know how I feel - uneasy, yet so comforting…

*****

It’s been some time, but you were a semester away from graduating from your accelerated three-year program at state. You were on your last day of clinical as a second-year nursing student before Holiday break before finals when you saw Mr. Harrison on your floor in the Hospital. He smiled and started walking towards you when he saw you looking in his direction. “Is that you, Pete? Pete McAvens?  It’s been so long since I last saw you! How are ya doin’ kid?”

Although you hadn’t experienced much in the dating seen in both sides of the spectrum, when you did go on dates, you knew you leaned mostly towards older guys and you finally figured out that’s what Mr. Harrison had on you. You had a crush on your high school bio teacher and now here he was - dressed like a normal person without the dress shirt and tie. If you thought he looked good in business casual and casual attire, you were itching to see him outside of them. Even though you were sitting, you were getting hard from thinking about seeing Mr. Harrison and was worried he see you uncomfortable, so you tried your best to act as nonchalantly as you could. “Hey, Mr. H! Long time, no see! I’m doing good! I’ve been busy with school and this semester has been kickin’ my butt, but we’re getting it done. How ya been? What are you doing here? Is the wife okay?”

“Call me Bill. You’re a young man now and no longer my student.” yep I definitely saw that wink this time. “I’ve been doing okay I guess. It’s Margaret, my oldest daughter, she’s having a baby in a few hours and I just wanted to check in, see how she’s doing before she haves the baby. And Denise and I actually divorced a year after you left for uni. I learned she was cheating on me for a while with a co-worker - Shawn Fisher, the history teacher. Couldn’t believe she was having an affair behind my back so I left her.”

Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about you and Denise, Bill” what?! why would she do that to such a handsome stud like himself?! “How have things been after the divorce? Are you dating again?”

“No, no I haven’t. I’ve been focusing on my mental health and my body now that I’m a single man again! I’m in the best shape I could possibly be for a man over 60 now,” he said with a very proud smile.  

“Oh, Bill, you don’t like you’re over 50! Not at all! I’ve always thought you could get any one you wanted with your looks.”

“Thank you Pete, your words are too kind for an old dog like myself. You look like you keep in shape too with your athletic build. I’m sure you’re getting your handful of beautiful young women.”

“I do try my best to stay in shape while I’m in school. I got tired of being the skinny kid in high school so I took advantage of the free time I have outside of clinical. And I’m not really dating right now either. Just going on the ride of life.” I said adding a wink and a warm smile myself. I don’t know if my eyes were deceiving me, but was there a glint in Bill’s eye after he heard me say that??

“I’m glad to hear that Pete. Y’know, Thanksgiving break is just around the corner, are you thinking of stopping by your hometown and meeting with old friends and family?”

“Oh you know my family situation already, Bill. I don’t think they even have time to just meet with me anymore since their careers are still booming, even this late in their lives.” This next line I said with a warm smile and a wink back at him while looking him straight in his eyes so there would be no way for him to mistake what I’ve just said. “I wouldn’t mind meeting up with a few friends if you know what I mean.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Pete! Why don’t I give you my number in case you want to hang out. I have a home gym so you could stop by and get a workout in if want…” oh it’s getting serious now. There’s no way Im letting it slip out of my hands.

“Sure, why not? It would be great to hang out with my friend teacher again”

“Great! I hope I’ll see you soon. Ive got to go see my daughter now, Pete. It was good to see you again.” Again with that sexy, warm smile of his…that whole conversation I had a hard-on that wouldn’t go down and I don’t know when it started, but I was leaking and you could see a small but noticeable spot in my scrub pants. Jeez! Bill is so damn handsome, I can’t wait to see him!

By the time the weekend arrived, Bill had sent me a text asking if I’d wanted to work out at his place. I texted back in what I hope wasn’t too quick of a response time and said “Sure!” I actually couldn’t wait to see how Bill had been doing with his body as I only had my imagination to help picture what he had been like under his street clothes. When I got to his place, it was a very nice, well-sized house. Big front yard, big foyer entering the house, big basement, everything about his place was dream-like. We had actually had a good session of working out. I was doing back and bi’s while Bill did chest and tri’s. His home gym was fantastic! He had every machine and setup you could ask for at a commercial gym enough for one person! Bill asked for a spot as he was going for a new PR one-rep max on bench.

“How much do you weigh, Bill? It looks like you’re about 180, 190?”

“Yep! 185 of muscle!” he chuckled. I could definitely tell he had muscle has I could see the outlining of his biceps and his abs through the tight-fit shirt he’d worn. He was getting a good workout too. Top half of his shirt darkened by his sweat and his gray sweats too from some drops of sweat falling on them from other workouts. “Gonna go for 225, do ya think ya got me?”

“Of course I got you Bill. Get it done, stud!” With that, he smiled and prepared to bench. He struggled at first, but with a ton of encouragement saying to push, he got it without me helping one bit. “Let’s go Bill! Awesome work!!”

He was out of breath and excited at the same time. “Tha-“ taking another breath in. “Thanks Pete! I’m done for the day I’m gonna head on up and get a drink”

“Alright, sounds good. I’m gonna get my last couple sets in and I’ll meet you up there” I said as I walked back to my area. As I reclined back into the bench in the middle of my set, I saw him standing there at the steps watching me, intently. was there a glint in his eyes?? I couldn’t be sure from the distance, but as I finished my last, I cut the music in the gym and heard him call from above.

“Hey Pete, I made you a nice cold drink for you too, why don’t you come on up when you’re done?”

“Sure thing Bill.” I doubled up on the steps and when I rounded the corner of the door, I saw Bill out of his shirt clothes. His shirt had been tossed on the ground and his gray sweats across the couch. I couldn’t move or speak. I was in such awe at his body and seeing that he was only in a pair of red AussieBum briefs with what looked like a nice bulge forming.

He started off since I was still looking at him. “So…what do you think?” He said with his arms crossed and a smirk across his face.

This man who I thought looked incredibly handsome in clothes proved to me that his clothes did not bring him justice! “I…uh… I think…uh…” jeez why couldn’t I talk right now?!

“You like what you see.” He said with confidence. “I can tell because you’re quite excited yourself.”

I looked down and noticed I was bulging hard through my gym shorts. Although I was speechless a moment ago, I don’t know why, but seeing Bill almost naked and having him see me get hard by looking at him turned something inside me on and I wasn’t really scared anymore. “I am, Bill. You look really sexy right now” As I said that, I saw his bulge shift a bit, knowing he was getting a bit hard now. I gotta keep it going. “You wanna know something else, Bill? I’ve always thought that about you. Ever since high school.” I started closing the gap between us. “And throughout my years at state I didn’t stop thinking about how hot of a teacher you were. And now that I’m here with you, I can 100% confirm that all these years of wondering what I’ve felt since high school are a cultivation of a huge crush I have for you.” I lifted my hand and felt his chest. Electrifying. I leaked at the touch of feeling him for the first time.

He moaned at my hand and fingers. He spoke in a serious husky voice, “Oh Petey, no one has touched me like you do in a long time. It’s been years since Denise and I had done anything.”

“I’d love to change that if you’ll let me,” still feeling one side of his chest, I leaned forward and kissed the other pec. He moaned again. He brought my head up with both hands and kissed me passionately. It was actually my first kiss with anyone so I wanted to try my best and impress him just as I had done in high school. I don’t know how long we had been kissing for, but at some time in it his tongue darted for my lips and as I parted them, we immediately started battling within my mouth. This was turning me on so much and I loved it. I’m sure he could feel how hard I was through my shorts and I could feel his beast awaken his briefs. We managed keep kissing and fall onto the couch behind him. I don’t know how longer kisses for but it felt like it went forever when we parted from each other a little bit.

“That was lovely and all Petey, but I’m gonna blow my load if we kept that up and I really want to have my load somewhere else besides inside my briefs”

“Oh, I can think of another place, alright.” I started giving him soft kisses going down his body until I reached the tented cloth that was hiding my prize. I stuck my fingers inside the waist band and he lifted up so I could slide them down and when I did, his beautiful cock was finally free. Bill had to have been at least 7 inches and a little bit bigger than normal girth. It was a fantastic sight to behold. He had a hefty sac that held his balls in place and I started there. Licking them up and taking one side in my mouth. I didn’t dare touch him yet so I could savor as much of this moment as I could. I could hear him moaning and writhing in place from my work. I could see his started to tense up a little so I put the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head and the underside of it as well.

“Oh my gosh, Petey.” He said briskly. “Keep doing that. Just like that Petey. You’re gonna make me shoot” I kept it up for another minute until he grabbed my head with both hands hand forced me down further. “Oh I’m gonna- I’m gonna blow! Take my load, Petey!!” Blowing his big load in my mouth. The first spurt hit along my tongue. The second one hit the back of my throat. It felt like he could shoot forever, so I tried swallowing as fast as I could. Despite my best efforts, some of his load managed to dribble out the sides of my mouth. I held him in my mouth until I felt him stop shootings then proceeded to suck him dry. It must have been to sensitive for him, so I let him plop out of my mouth. His hard dick rested in the air looking like it wasn’t going down anytime soon. He laid there with his eyes closed for a bit before speaking again.

“Petey, come up here, please.” I sidled up to meet him face to face and he leaned forward for a kiss. “Thank you for that, Petey, I hadn’t had a blowjob in years and that was one of the best blowjobs I’ve had.”

I was glad he enjoyed it, because that was my first time doing it too! “It wasn’t much, but I had hoped you would like it. That was my first!”

“No kidding?! You did exceptionally well!” He grabbed the base of his cock and wagged it for emphasis, still hard as a rock like before.

It’s tough being married to a law enforcement officer.  And, not just a regular law enforcement officer, but one who works for a government agency.  Scott worked a fairly uneven schedule and always kept long hours at work.  Not only that, but he was forever having to pack and leave at the drop of a hat.  He’d be gone for weeks at a time, only able send me brief, generic, “Hey!  Just wanted to let you know I’m okay.  Love you!” texts.  I’ll never forget the Thanksgiving that we were actually in the car, a mile away from my parents’ house for dinner, when he got a text that he had to pack and report to the airport in an hour and a half.  That’s how unpredictable the job was.

Even though he wasn’t able to talk much about what he did for a living, I knew he was doing important work.  That’s why, two years ago, when we were in the Turks & Caicos two days into our honeymoon, and he received orders to fly back to the States for the job, I didn’t even bat an eye.  Sure.  I was pissed.  But, after ten years together at that point, I knew to expect work to interfere whenever we’d plan a fun getaway together…never mind that we’d just gotten married.  So, I spent ten days of a “twelve day, eleven night” stay at a fabulous and extravagant resort - IN the honeymoon suite - by myself.  At least I ended up having a good time.  Before he left for the airport, Scott gave me - as a parting gift - a hall pass for the rest of my stay.  He’d caught me admiring a few guys staying at the resort and told me I could have some fun if I wanted…as long as what happened on the island stayed on the island.  So, by the time I headed home, I’d spent a lovely week and a half having occasional fun-time with the on-staff tennis pro and a DILFy guy who was there on an extended stay with his wife, celebrating their 25 year anniversary.

So, after twelve years together and two years into our marriage, I was majorly disappointed - but not shocked in the least - when Scott received an assignment to fly out of the country three weeks before Christmas.  We stood in the doorway as he left to go to the airport, regret on his face.  “Don’t look at me like that, Will,” he said.  “As long as we’ve been together, you know I can’t turn down these assignments when they come up.”

“I know,” I replied, reaching out to clasp my hand over his shoulder.  “But at this time of the year?  I thought…”

He interrupted me.  “I know, Babe.  But what my job is…  Those things don’t take the holidays off.”

I sighed heavily.  “I know, I know…  Will you at least be back by Christmas?”

“I don’t know.”  He reached out to touch the side of my face, lovingly.  “And you know, even if I DID know, I can’t tell you.”

I grinned.  “I know.  You can’t blame me for trying.  I don’t suppose I get a hall pass this time around, do I?”  That had become my standard issue question to Scott every time he was called away for work, just to tease him.  I gestured in the direction of the house next door.  “Jim’s been pretty down in the dumps since Lisa left him and I’ve been thinking about offering my services to put a smile on his face.”  I said, referencing our next door neighbors.  Lisa had divorced Jim earlier this year and ran off with his now-former best friend.  I’d always had a thing for the guy, which Scott knew.  So, I always liked to throw out Jim’s name, playfully at times like these.

Scott laughed and lightly shoved me, playfully.  “You do that and I’ll run off with YOUR best friend when I get back home.”

“I’ll tell Darian to pack his bags and be ready,” I chuckled.  My best buddy since high school had a huge man crush on Scott and would probably be only too willing to let Scott sweep him off his feet.

After our laughter died down, Scott pulled me to him for an extended bear hug.  As we parted, he looked into my eyes.  “I know this isn’t the ideal way to spend the holidays, Will.  I hate doing this to you.”

“I know you do,” I tried to smile at him.  “And you’re right.  It’s not ideal.  But, we’ll have a special celebration when you get back.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me.  “Oooh.  I like the sound of that.”  He leaned in and, with our bodies still pressed together in an embrace, we kissed.  The soft, romantic kiss lingered and started turning into more.  As our lips parted and our tongues started getting in on the action, I felt my husband’s cock harden through his pants and I’m sure he felt mine.  Grudgingly, we parted from each other.  “Grrr.  I’d better get going before this goes any further and I miss my flight.”

“I wouldn’t mind that in the least,” I joked.

Scott teasingly rolled his eyes before reaching down to grab his overnight bag and then leaned back in for a quick kiss before he crossed onto the porch and down the walk to his car in the driveway to head out to parts unknown.

The three weeks leading up to the holiday were a blur of loneliness and me doing things to keep my mind off of missing Scott.  I decorated the house, put  up a tree, and even held myself to a promise I’d made to watch a Christmas-themed movie each night after I got home from work.  Friends did their best to help me keep myself occupied.  I’ve never gone out for drinks with friends as often as I did those three weeks.  I also had well-intentioned friends invite themselves over to binge watch a few TV shows.  December turned out to be a not-so-sucky month, after all.  I still missed Scott like hell.  But, I appreciated that my friends cared enough to spend time with me.

As much as I appreciated the love I was being shown, I tried my best to get out of it when Darian and the rest of the guys invited me to a Christmas Eve party at the bar that used to be my favorite hangout before Scott and I married.  “You know you’re gonna have fun once you’re there, Sweetie,” Darian cajoled me.  “So stop with the Eeyore act and say you’ll come.”

I knew, in the end, I was fighting a losing battle.  There was no use arguing with Darian once he had his mind made up.  I was GOING to be at the party whether I wanted to be or not.  It was for the best for me to slap a smile on my face and be there with bells on!

The party was nice enough.  I was having a good time.  The company was good.  I’d even gotten cruised a couple times…even though I was certain both times were missions of mercy set in motion by my friends.  But, as much of a guy about town as I’d been before Scott and would’ve enjoyed a celebration like this if it were happening years ago, after two years of marriage, all I wanted was to spend time at home with him.  Being out at a bar didn’t feel right. 

I’d just ordered an Old Fashioned from the bartender - after a night of being plied with exotic cocktails made from trendy liquor, I just wanted some good old whiskey - when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.  I got a pleasant surprise when I checked and saw a text from Scott waiting for me.  Before I even read it, I knew it meant he would be on his way home.  He’d sent the text from his own phone.  When he was away, he never contacted me on his personal phone in case the signal would be traced.

“Hey…  Looks like I’m outta here soon.  You’ll be seeing me before u know it.  Tell Jim he has 2 days 2 move his stuff back over 2 his place.  Love u! XOXO”

I knew the routine well enough by now to know that his message meant he was probably at some sort of military base overseas, ready to catch a flight back home.  He’d be flying all night.  Then, before he’d get to come home, there would be multiple meetings and debriefings that he’d have to get through before he’d be able to come home.  His message was right.  It was no exaggeration that it would probably be two days before I’d get to lay eyes on him.  Just in time for the holiday to already be over.  Fa la la la la, la la la la…!

Nevertheless, I was pumped that I’d be seeing my husband soon.  Even though it was two days away - three, at the most - I needed to get home and get ready…something only someone in a relationship would understand.  I downed the drink the bartender had set before me, settled up my tab, and made my way through the crowd of people to find Darian and say my goodbyes.

“Oh, honey…” he chided me in that mock-condescending tone we loved to use with each other.  “You’re not off the hook that easy.  I’ve noticed you playing wallflower all night.  You’re not getting out of here until you get to tongue wrestle with a hottie under the mistletoe.”  I opened my mouth to start to tell him about the text from Scott when he talked over me.  “I know what you’re going to say.  Sweetie, Scott won’t mind a little kiss with another guy…especially since we’re not going to tell him about it.”

I leaned in to Darian’s ear so that I could be heard above the background noise of the bar.  “It’s not that.  I just got a text from Scott.”  I held up my phone.  “He’s on his way home.  I have to go!”

“Is he at home now?”

“No,” I eyed my best friend suspiciously.

“Then you have time.  I’ve been through this with you enough times to know you won’t see him for a few days.  Stay.  Have fun.  Kiss a couple guys.  Then, go home with a warm and fuzzy feeling in your tummy, crawl under the covers, and enjoy it as you drift off to sleep.”

I shook my phone at him.  “Uh uh…  My man’s coming home.  I’m outta here!  Say goodbye to the rest of the guys for me.”

Before he could argue with me any further, I turned around and made my way for the door.  On my way home in the backseat of the Uber I’d arranged, I was already making plans for when Scott was home.  I would plan to cook his favorite meals and have them ready for when he got back.  Of course, that meant I’d have to have them delivered.  I was a terrible cook and I’d probably sooner end up with burnt food than anything edible if I tried to make it myself.  By the time I was on the front porch of our house, putting the key in the lock, I was on to making plans for a romantic night together the first night he was back.  I’d probably jump him the minute he walked in the door and we’d fuck in the foyer.  But, after…  Let’s just say that, if I had my way, we wouldn’t be leaving our bedroom for days.

Once inside, I hung up my coat and bypassed the rest of the house to head for the stairs.  It had been an exhausting day and all I really wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep before my big day tomorrow, making plans for Scott’s homecoming.  In fact, I was so in my own head, thinking about all of the things I wanted to get done before he got home that I almost didn’t notice the dull, flickering light coming from the bedroom when I reached the top of the stairs.

I crept down the hallway, trying to keep the floor from creaking.  I don’t know what I planned to do.  If someone was waiting for me in the bedroom, ready to attack me and beat me to within an inch of my life and ransack the house, I had nothing to defend myself with.  When I made it to the doorway, I stopped outside, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and tried to steel my nerves.  I’d heard of the fight or flight instinct all humans were supposed to have.  if some asshole was waiting to jump me, I was gonna do my best to summon enough adrenaline to put up one helluva fight!

When I’d finally gathered enough courage to turn around and step through the doorway, ready to fight, I was greeted with an unexpected sight:  lit candles on both nightstands, a bottle of wine chilling next to the bed, and my nearly naked husband laying across the bed, wearing only a pair of skimpy briefs with a bright red bow covering his crotch.  “Scott?!  What…  What are you doing here?!”

He smirked at me.  “Not quite the reception I was hoping for.  But, I’ll take it!”

“But, your text…  I thought…  I thought you wouldn’t be home for another few days.”

“And Jim’s on his way up with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, right?” he kept smirking at me.  “I’ll wait while you send him home.”

“Asshole!”  I laughed.  “Seriously…  I just got your text, like, an hour ago.  How are you here?  Usually when I get the ‘I’m coming home’ text, you show up a couple days later.”

“After all these years, I’m finally gonna level with you, Will.”  I could tell he was trying his hardest to stifle a laugh, so I knew whatever he was about to say was going to be a joke.  “The U.S. government has been testing teleportation technology for the past few years and they’ve finally perfected it.  I volunteered to be the first human to try it out.  I told them I had to get home to my handsome, sexy, studly husband as soon as possible so that we could fuck for four days straight.”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face.  “That was good, Scotty.  And, surprisingly, a highly erotic story.  But how about the truth this time?”

“Okay.  For real, this time.  I’ve been home for two days already, holding debriefings with my bosses about my last assignment.  I sent you that text when I got back here.

“WHAT?!?!  You’ve been home all this time and didn’t tell me?!  If I wasn’t so relieved and overjoyed to see you, I’d…  Wait?  How did you know I wouldn’t be home when you got back?”

Scott grinned and averted his eyes from me.  “That whole Christmas Eve party invitation was my idea.  Darian planned the whole thing and insisted on you being there as a favor to me so that I could get home and set all of this up with you out of the house.”

“You mean Darian knew you were already home and didn’t tell me?  Remind me to kick his ass the next time I see him!”

“Hey…!”

I looked into Scott’s eyes.  “Yeah?”

“You’ve noticed what I’m wearing, right?  Are you going to waste more time being ticked off or are you going to unwrap your Christmas present.”

My eyes roved over my husband’s meaty, hairy chest, topped off with erect nipples, down to his equally hairy and muscular legs, and back up the the bow attached to his briefs before diverting over to the clock on the nightstand.  “It’s already 1:00 a.m.  Technically it’s Christmas Day.  I suppose it wouldn’t be against the rules to unwrap ONE present now.”

I started to climb onto the bed when he held up his hand to stop me.  “Ah, ah…  Before you go any further, why don’t you unwrap MY present first?”

I don’t think I’d ever gotten out of my clothes that quickly.  In the flickering light of the candles by the bed, I stood and let Scott take in the sight of my body, my hard cock letting him know how truly thrilled I was to see him, despite the grilling I’d just finished giving him.  Scott licked his lips and looked up into my eyes, grinning.  “Can I commence tearing off the wrapping paper?”  I asked, pointing at his bulging briefs.

Not breaking his smile, he gestured with his head.  “Climb aboard!”

In a flash, I was on the bed with him.  As our mouths met in a crushing, passionate kiss, his arm wrapped around me and roamed over my back and down to my ass.  With one of my free hands, I reached down and tore the bow from his briefs, tossing it on the floor, and replacing it with my hand, fondling the best present I ever got.

I don’t think we got any sleep that night.  We literally fucked, snuggled, kissed, and talked until the sun came up.  At one point, I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke up to bright light streaming in through the window.  The clock at the bedside read 11:45 a.m.  When I rolled over, Scott wasn’t there.  Okay…  Either that had been a REALLY realistic dream or he’d gotten called away for work again.

Right about the time I was about ready to grab my phone and text him, prepared to get a response that he was at the airport, ready to fly out, he padded into the bedroom, wearing his robe and holding two coffee cups.

“Merry Christmas, Babe,” he grinned at me as he handed me one of the cups.

“Now that you’re home, it certainly is.”  I purred after Scott leaned down to kiss me, then doffed his robe onto the floor and joined me on the bed.  “Looks like someone’s ready to go again,” I nodded in the direction of his erection, rising proudly from his crotch and already leaking.

“You got no idea, Will.  I’ve got three weeks’ worth of pent-up sexual energy to get out.”

I set my coffee cup on the nightstand, then reached for his and set it down next to mine.  “Well, then…  Let me see if I can help you worth through it.  After all, you know what they say.  Admitting there’s a problem is the first step to solving it.”

I rose up and climbed down between his legs, ready to make up for all the lost time we’d both suffered through.  True to the plans I’d been making last night when I thought I was two days away from seeing Scott, we didn’t leave the bedroom for another three days.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story - nothing about the story or the person in the attached photo is true - purely fantasy. The writing is inspired by @maturedadsandmen as they have written many fictional stories. Please, go to their page and check out some of their work. Happy Holidays guys!

Your phone buzzed and saw you had received a photo attachment along with a text from your stepdad, Brian Peterson. You saw that the text read, “Does this make you want me?” followed by a photo of him completely naked in the master bedroom’s bathroom mirror which was just a couple doors down from your room. The photo had made you utterly flabbergasted as you saw he was getting in shape with his pecs taunting the photo and his flaccid, yet big member downtown. You couldn’t believe your eyes as Brian wasn’t even hard and he looked to be about five or six inches of pure man. As your eyes reveled in what had been bestowed to them, you heard the text tone that there were more texts to follow.

“Oh my gosh, Frankie, I didn’t mean to send that you – it was an accident. Please, erase and forget that I sent you that.” You cringed at the fact that your stepdad had called you your kid name “Frankie,” but you still couldn’t get over the fact that your stepdad for who you knew your whole life was a total stud! Well, sure, you knew he was a tall handsome man growing up that you looked up to and grew to admire as he made your mother happy, but over the years and as you finished college in your hometown, you noticed that their happiness had faded, and it looked more as if they were okay living as roommates. When you hadn’t responded in a few minutes, Brian texted again, “Frankie, did you see my texts? Forget about the pic alright?” You hadn’t caught on to it until now, but you just realized how hard you were in your shorts. It could have cut through the fabric right there when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“Frankie, it’s me. I’m coming in, alright?” You couldn’t cover yourself with your covers when Brian burst through the door only in his towel, but you noticed that just as quickly as he entered, the door had been shut…and locked. Your eyes locked with Brian’s for a brief moment when you saw his look at your tent. You saw him smirk then returned his gaze to you. “Aha, I can see someone’s awake” The play on words didn’t slip, but you were speechless, yet curious at the same time. “Frankie, I know you saw the photo I sent you and text messages, you have read receipts on…

Shit really?? Then why did he ask if I got his texts?

“Seeing the situation you’re in, do you mind if I help you out?” Your own member had twitched at the thought of your stepdad giving you a helping hand and had formed a noticeable wet spot.

Wait, wait, what did he just say? “Frankie, I know you know your mother and I are no longer in a romantic relationship with each other. In fact, we’re quite amicable with just living as roommates. She’s my best friend and I’m hers, but we both agreed that both of us make each other’s lives smooth and easy and don’t want to find or want others… Well, except me… You see, I’ve always seen the way you look at me, and the glances you take when you think I don’t notice, and I find it cute. I actually thought I’d take a chance with the pic I sent earlier and said for you to delete it, so I’d have a reason to come talk to you.” He had come to the end of the bed and you could now see that there was a bit of a bulge in his towel.

I forgot to post this here, but I wrote a New Year’s Eve story based on this micro story and photo I posted on Twitter.

I popped the bottle early, and sat sipping from a glass of half-decent champagne on the couch as my stepdad’s grandfather clock ticked away the last minutes of the year. I had the big show on the TV, but even if I wouldn’t be caught dead in Times Square, it just made me wish I were back home in New York as planned before my canceled flight.

Holidays with the family weren’t so bad, and snowy Michigan was beautiful, but it would have been nice to start the new year with a raucous kiss instead of a quiet evening. Mom and John had gone to sleep a little after ten. Both my sister and John’s son, and their families, had dispersed in the days since Christmas, so it was just me left to celebrate alone in the big sleepy house.

I shut my eyes and sank back into the deep sofa under a blanket, feeling the fizz of the wine on my tongue before letting it slide down and fuel the growing buzz in my head. Even after two and a half years at NYU, I was still a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but tonight I didn’t mind at all. It was a good way to dull the somber evening.

I glanced at my phone again, but my messages were still unanswered. Patrick and I weren’t dating exactly, but we were something. Something enough that we’d planned an evening together, one he was now undoubtedly having with someone else. I had no illusions about the romantic potential of a man who’d bang his own student during office hours, but he had a big dick and a thrilling wit. Even if he wasn’t likely to be my future husband, I could still dream.

The crowd’s excitement rose on TV, drawing my attention. Two minutes til midnight. I thought of tasting fine champagne on Patrick’s lips, of feeling his strong hands gripping me as the ball dropped, and my own hand idly wandered down to the growing bulge in my pajamas.

“Ahem,” a voice came from the kitchen. I startled to my feet and blushed when I saw my stepfather smirking back at me. “Sorry to interrupt, bud. Just grabbing a glass of water,” He said, scratching at his bare hairy chest as he held up his empty glass. John was tall, looming over me at 5’6”, and burly as a bear. But above all, the hefty package in his snug boxer-briefs made my eyes widen. I’d caught fleeting glances of him undressed in the hallway before, but never clearly enough to find myself dreaming of him bending me over the island counter.

“It’s nearly midnight,” I remarked, picking up a half-empty bottle from the coffee table. “Champagne instead?”

John glanced back toward the bedroom, thinking for a moment before he shrugged, “Why not?”

One minute til midnight. We met halfway between the living room and the kitchen, and my heart thumped faster in my chest with every step. He was a raw man, not unkind but quite unrefined, of the sort I rarely met in Manhattan. I felt small and soft, emasculated standing closer before him as he accepted a healthy pour with a mischievous grin.

“You’re a bad influence,” he chuckled, patting my shoulder. His palm was warm and meaty, and I thought of how it’d feel cupping my ass.

“You have no idea,” I countered, boldly reaching to run my fingers through the fur on his chest down to his belly. His eyes widened a bit and it was his turn to blush.

Thirty seconds til midnight. John relaxed when I drew back, tipping a mouthful of champagne between his lips, a few drops clinging to the thick fur on his bottom lip. We stood a bit awkwardly until he moved to stand behind the couch and I came up close beside him. It felt good to smell a man, to feel the warmth radiating off his powerful body. It was nice not to be alone.

Fifteen seconds til midnight. He fixed his gaze on the TV, standing stiffly. For a moment, I regretted touching him—a glimmer of stolen pleasure that might sully this friendship with my mother’s husband—but then I saw the shape of his cock snaking down his thigh beneath his underwear. It was enormous, and growing.

Five seconds til midnight. What would happen? I wondered, heart racing as the crowd counted down and the ball descended.

One second til midnight. I clinked my glass to his, and sipped as I whispered, “Happy New Year, John.” Fireworks went off and the crowd cheered. John faced me with a smile, gulping down another mouthful of wine. His eyebrows rose when I stepped forward, my shirt pressing to his gut, and rose onto my toes to press my lips against his as the sound of the TV faded into the background.

He took a sharp breath through his nose. His muscles tensed, but he didn’t pull away. Our arms hung awkwardly at our sides, but our lips didn’t part. He shut his eyes and I did too. I don’t know what he saw behind his eyelids, but it relaxed him. His mouth engulfed mine before closing again, snug and wet against me. His hand came to cup me at the small of my back, sliding under my shirt until I felt coarse fingertips against my smooth skin.

John let out a little groan, gripping me. His tongue pushed forward, parting my lips to probe past them. He was an aggressive kisser, and I could taste the champagne as his tongue grazed along the insides of my mouth. I was taken aback when he stepped forward, pinning me between his body and the back of the couch, and ran his fingers along the waistband of my pajamas. His fat cock throbbed against my flat stomach and I felt a wetness blossoming through the fabric of my shirt.

He pulled his tongue from my mouth and our eyes opened, fixing on each other as the reality of the moment set in. If that was all this had amounted to, it would have been enough, but John didn’t release me as he emptied the rest of his glass down his throat and tossed it aside to grip the back of my head and say, “Happy New Year, buddy. I think we ought to do a bit more celebrating. Don’t you?”

“No prob, Glen,” I croaked out as I handed his phone back to him.  Our fingers touched and I felt a jolt go through my whole body.  “You having trouble getting this woman interested?  Hasn’t she seen the goods in person?”

He laughed.  “The goods?  No.  She’s seen ME in person, but she hasn’t had the pleasure of seein’ the goods.”

I then realized he’d taken what I said as a euphemism for his cock.  Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that this hunky older man thought I was flirting with him, but I needed to clean up what I’d said.  “That’s not what I meant.  I just wondered if she’d ever laid eyes on you.  I can’t believe you’re having trouble closing the deal with her.”

He looked at me like he didn’t quite believe what I’d just said, but breezed past further addressing it.  “That’s how it seems to be these days, Mikey.  They got no problem flirting, but when it comes to gettin’ down to business…  Let’s just say my bed’s been cold for a long time.”

Before I knew what I was doing or saying, I’d reached out to grip his muscular shoulder.  “Sounds to me like maybe you need to find someone else’s bed to crawl into.  There are a lot of beds out there that might give you the kind of warmth you’re looking for.“

He glanced down at my hand still gripping his shoulder and then looked up into my eyes.  It was a good sign that I saw a flicker of desire in them.  “Oh yeah?  You think?”

“Definitely, buddy.”

“That’s good to know.”  He grinned at me.  “Really good to know.  Gives an ol’ horndog like me hope.“  Did I just see him wink at me after he spoke?

I felt him starting to slip through my fingers.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.  I took my hand off his shoulder.  Don’t think I didn’t want to reach over and run my hand over his pecs, but I knew better than to do that in public.  “On that subject, why don’t you drop by my place tonight?  There’s a game on tonight.  We can crack open a couple beers and talk some more about how you might go about ending your dry spell under the sheets.”

He stepped closer to me and I could feel the heat radiating off of his bare chest.  It was as if desire and raw sexuality were flowing from his body directly into mine.  “Now, I think that’s definitely a conversation worth havin’, Mikey.  Unless you got somewhere you gotta be, why don’t you let me run into the locker room and grab my stuff.  Maybe I can follow you back to your place.  We can grab dinner and make a whole night of it.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said, trying not to melt into a puddle of sexual longing right there by the in-house juice bar.

“Good,” he said as he reached over to rub my back.  “I won’t be but a minute.”

After a couple months, I even got brave enough to casually mention that I’m into dudes.  Mark was droning on and on about the last time he got laid - a couple months prior with some drunk chick he met at a bar - when he stopped and looked at me.  “What about you, Matt?  A fit young buck like you must have to pry them off you with a crowbar.”

I took the briefest of pauses before deciding to just go with it and be honest.  In the two plus months I’d gotten to know him, Mark had never come off as a douchebag.  “Nah.  I wish!  I’m not really into the bar and club scene, so it’s not as easy for me to hook up with as many guys as I’d like to.”

I watched him carefully for his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t let me down.  He didn’t speak right away.  He just finished loading a weight onto the bench press bar and then looked at me.  “You’re gay?  I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” I grinned, hoping to cut any tension that might exist between us.  “I’m Matt Haynes…gay since 1983!”

“Good for you,” he said, as he lay on the bench to start his set.

It wasn’t confrontational, but he didn’t exactly gush with joy, either.  “What do you mean by that?”

He took his hands off the bar and returned to a seated position, looking directly into my eyes.  “Don’t take that the wrong way, Matt buddy.  I think it’s great that you have enough pride in and love for yourself that you didn’t skip a beat before saying it to me as if it were nothing.  Even in this day and age, so many people are still scared and nervous about being who they are.  It’s too bad, actually.”

“Yeah.  I wasn’t always that way.  It’s taken a lot of work for me to get here.”

Mark finished his set and sat back up.  After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he looked at me again.  “I wish I’d known sooner.”

“Why?” I chuckled.  “You got someone you want to set me up with?”

He blushed, but looked directly at me confidently.  “Yeah.  You’re lookin’ at him!”

“You, Mark?!”

“Yeah.  What’s the matter with that?  Old guys don’t get your motor running?”

I was a little gobsmacked and that caused me to stumble over my words.  “N-no.  On the contrary, actually.  DILFs are kind of my jam.”  He laughed, probably at me calling DILFs my jam.  But, shit…!  I’m a goofy and corny guy.  I’m not going to stop being who I am just to impress someone else.  “I’m just surprised,” I continued.  “You just got finished telling a story about fucking some chick.  Then, you insinuate that you want to have sex with me.”

As he re-racked the weights from the bench press, he glanced up at me.  “I never said I was straight, Matty.”  After a pause, he added, “…never said I was gay either.”

“Bi?”  I looked at him questioningly.

He laughed.  “Like that dance song from 20 years ago says, I do both Jay and Jane.”

At that very moment, a couple other meatheads came over and started using equipment nearby, so we ended up moving the conversation on to another topic.  But later, in the locker room, he picked things back up in a way that piqued my interest.  “So, Matty…  Maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree here.  But, I gotta ask you.  You see, I get real keyed-up after a workout, and all.  And, usually, I gotta break the tension all by myself.  But, after the conversation we had earlier and how honest we both were with each other…  I was wondering if you might want to come back to my place.  We could help each other break the tension.  If you’re up for it, that is!”

I wanted to play it off and act nonchalant.  But, as long as I’d lusted after Mark, the time for playing that game was long gone.  “Abso-fuckin’-lutely!”

He grinned at me, then looked to make sure no one was around before reaching over to pull my hand to the full crotch of his shorts.  “Feel that, Matty?”  He asked in a low whisper.   “That’s not just because of adrenaline from the workout.“

I simply smiled back at him and, not breaking my gaze into his eyes, shot right back with, “Then we’d better get out of here so I can prove to you that you’ve got me in the same predicament.”

“No shit?!” he eyes widened.

I was about to push my shorts down to give him a preview when the same meatheads that had interrupted our conversation earlier came into locker room.  Fuckin’ cockblocks!

Twenty minutes later, we were back at Mark’s townhouse when I got another surprise.  We’d just entered the foyer and I’d shut the front door behind me when Mark shoved me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine for what turned out to be a passionate and eager kiss.  I’d been expecting him to lead me to the living room, push me to me knees and beckon me to suck him off.  I figured he was THAT kind of bi guy…the kind who didn’t mind getting taken care of by another guy, but wouldn’t do the same in return.

I’ll say this for him, Mark was an expert kisser.  If we did nothing else, I think he might’ve been able to make me cum hands-free just from kissing me.  Instead, we did eventually make our way to the living room of his house, undressing each other as we went.  I finally got to see the toned and smooth chest that I’d admired through Mark’s tight workout gear and I have to admit I puffed my chest out more than just a little bit when I saw him appraising me with hungry eyes after he’d gotten me naked.  In fact, I got my second surprise of the evening when Mark dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth.

I remembered my father prodding me to join him for a night out on the town.  He was in town for a few days on business and wanted to have some fun.  The bar and club scene was never really my thing to begin with.  But, I was well beyond the stage of my life where I was even remotely interested in hanging out in a cramped bar or a dimly-lit club with pulsating music and strobe lights flashing.  I’d tried to suggest bowling, a movie, or anything else we could do for fun, but Dad kept on, so I finally gave in and agreed to go.  I figured Dad didn’t have a lot of spare time to go out and do this sort of thing when he was at home.  I could pretend to have a good time for at least ONE night.  But, I wasn’t prepared when Dad suggested that we hit up a gay bar.  What?!

“I wanna experience what a night of fun out on the town is like for my baby boy,” he’d said, excitedly.

“Are you sure about this, Dad?”  I’d questioned him.  “I don’t think you know what you’re in for.”

He just chuckled.  “I’ve been to a bar or two in my time.  I’ve had to turn down drunken invitations for sex before.  I know what a pickup scene is like.  I’ll be fine!”

I was skeptical.  It’s an understatement to say my father’s a hot man.  I’d had to practice stuffing down my feelings for and attraction to him for years.  I was certain he’d have a line of relentlessly horny guys trying to pick him up and I didn’t think he’d be ready for it.

However, Dad was undeterred by my attempts to convince him that we should make other plans for our night of fun.  So, off we went to one of the popular bars downtown.  This is where my recall of how the evening went starts to get hazy.  I have memories of being separated from Dad for part of the evening, getting roped into a long conversation over drinks with a friendly and handsome but dull as dishwater guy around my own age.  I noticed Dad holding his own and obviously doing a very good job of dodging hook-up requests from a few different guys.  I remember thinking that I guess I sold my old man short.  He was right when he said he’d be fine turning down invitations for sex.

Standing in front of Mr. Dull As Dishwater, wondering how I’d manage to give him the slip was my last full memory of the night until Dad and I ended up in the backseat of the Uber.  I have fragments of memories Dad and I standing at the bar and a couple guys egging us on to kiss.  Then, a flash of us at the bar, embracing and making out.  But that’s it.  And really, other than loving the feel of Dad’s tongue in my mouth and my arms roaming over his muscular shirt-covered back, I don’t remember anything else about the car ride home…or the rest of the evening.  OMG!  I hope we didn’t tell anyone at the bar that we’re an actual father and son!

The next morning, I woke up with a raging….headache.  (Get your mind out of the gutter, people!)  I knew there was a reason I stopped hitting up the bar and club scene.  While I had my hand on my head, hoping it would stop throbbing and my mind would clear so I could remember what the hell happened last night, Dad walked in, dressed in a t-shirt and boxer-briefs, carrying a mug in each hand.  “Hey!  You’re finally awake, sleepyhead!”

“Yeah…  Barely.”  I groaned.  “I feel like I’ve been run over by a Mack truck!”

He chuckled.  “You need to learn how to hold your liquor like me.  Here…” he handed me the mug, filled with piping hot coffee.  “Drink this.”

“I don’t drink coffee,” I tried to protest.

He gestured to the mug in my hand.  “Drink it anyway.  It’ll help clear out the cobwebs.”  I brought the mug to my lips and scrunched my face into an exaggerated grimace as I tasted the bitter warm beverage.  He chuckled again.  “If you’d listened to me after we left the bar last night and eaten some bread to sop up all of that alcohol in your gut, you might not be in this predicament.”

Without even thinking, I responded in a flash.  “I only have the vaguest of memories about what happened last night.  But, as I remember it, there wouldn’t have been any room in my mouth for the bread, because your tongue as occupying all of the space.“

Strangely enough, he hadn’t wiped the grin off of his face one bit.  “So, you remember that, huh?  I thought you might not, considering how shitfaced you were last night.”

“Yeah.  I remember, all right.  I remember us kissing at the bar and then again in the backseat of the Uber.  So, what happened?  Was it part of some mission of mercy on my part, pretending to be your boytoy to help free you from the clutches of some horny bar fly?”

“Heh!  For a guy with a hangover, you’re not too far off.  I was holding my own pretty good, fending off offers for sex all night.  But, this one guy about your age wouldn’t stop pestering me to come back to his place.  So, you strutted over and slurred at him to step off of your daddy because the only one I’d be going home with last night was you.”

I cringed.  “Oh God!  I actually called you MY daddy?”

Dad laughed.  “Uh huh!  I guess being drunk makes you territorial!  So, the guy backed off.  But, the bartender had overheard you.  Actually, as loud as you were, I think half the bar even heard you over all that loud music.  The bartender and a couple other guys at the bar struck up a conversation with us and thought we made a cute couple.  They wanted to see us kiss…so we did!”

“Okay,” I was still skeptical and I’m sure my tone of voice gave that away.  “That explains my memory of us kissing inside the bar.  But what about in the car on the way back here?”

Dad grinned at me like the cat that ate the canary.  “What can I say, Son?  I’m a pretty good kisser.  You kept wanting to come back for more, so I let you.”

I snorted.  “My memory of last night isn’t THAT bad!  You had your hands all over me while we were kissing.  That doesn’t seem like something someone who was just humoring his son would do.”

“Okay,” he finally copped to his feelings.  “I’ll admit it.  I was enjoying myself, too.  I guess we found something fun we can do together other than bar hopping.”

“Speaking of,” I pressed him.  “What happened after we got back here?”

He got serious all of the sudden.  “You wanna know if things went further than kissing, right?”  I nodded wordlessly.  “You don’t need to be worried.  I was a gentleman.  I put you in bed, laid you on your side, and spent the rest of the night in my bed in the guest room.”

“Who says I would be worried?”  I asked as I continued to sip on the awful-tasting coffee.  “Maybe I would’ve been okay with something more than kissing happening last night.“

The look on his face was priceless.  Up until now, Dad had held all of the cards in the conversation, teasing me about last night.  Now, I’d thrown him a curveball he wasn’t expecting.

“Ty, don’t say something you don’t mean,” he said back to me with a cool and calm demeanor.  If you didn’t look closely, you’d think he was perfectly fine.  But, I knew better.  I saw something behind his eyes as he spoke.  Was he freaked-out?  Was it excitement?  Was it something else?  I didn’t know.  But, I knew there was something brewing.  And damn if I wasn’t about to stir the pot and hope that I didn’t get burned…

I reached out and took his coffee cup from him, setting both his and mine on the nightstand nearest to me.  “Lean over here and kiss me again and find out whether or not I mean it.”

He reached up and rubbed the back of his head and then looked into my eyes with an expression that was hard to read.  It wasn’t a grin.  It wasn’t a smirk.  He was just looking at me…trying to decide if I was serious or if I was bluffing, I suppose.  After a few moments of anticipation hanging in the air, he surprised the hell out of me by getting up off of the bed and starting to walk toward the door to the hallway.  As he moved, I took in the sight of his muscular, underwear-clad ass.  Wow!

Dad stopped just before he got to the doorway and put his hands on his hips.  Maybe he was fighting with his scruples.  I like to think he was giving me time to take in the view.  After a few seconds, he turned around to face me.  I didn’t have to hear him say anything to me to know that he wanted us to do more than kiss.  The distended bulge in the front of his underwear told all the story I needed to hear.

“Ty, I’m you father…”

It was my turn to chuckle.  “You didn’t use your Darth Vader voice when you said that.”

“I’m serious, Ty.  This is complicated as fuck.”

“Why?” I asked.  Genuinely uncertain about what had changed between last night and now.  Why was last night so easy for him and this morning isn’t?

“I just told you, bud.  I’m your father.”

“Yeah.  You’re my father.  My father who has just had his son ask him to kiss him.  Don’t tell me you don’t want to…and want to do more.  I can already see that you want to.”  I gestured to the large and tantalizing bulge.

He ran his hands through his hair.  “Yeah.  Okay?!  I want to.  Damn do I want to!”

I’d already gotten my admission.  But I still hadn’t gotten my kiss, so I decided to egg him on a little more.  “In fact, I bet you wanted to do a whole lot more last night.  You did the respectful, fatherly thing by taking care of me when I was drunk and putting me to bed.  But, you wanted to spend the night in here with me didn’t you?  You wanted us to get hot and sweaty and wake up this morning with our bodies stuck together by dried cum, didn’t you?”

Dad looked fit to be tied.  “Ty, you’re killin’ me here,” he croaked out, obviously getting himself worked into a horny frenzy.

“C’mon, Dad,” I continued.  “I’m already in bed.  Why don’t you come over here and take care of me the way you REALLY wanted to take care of me last night?  The way I want you to take care of me right now?”