Dad Pants

“Dude, do you know how long it has been since I’ve gotten laid?” I took a long drag from the bottle of beer in my hand. It was a late summer night, I was relaxing in the back yard. My best friend looked at me as if he had never heard me talk about sex before. It was comical the way his face turned bright red. “Come off of it Kev, we’re both men. You were there for the birth of my son, you know I fuck. I know you fuck. It’s just you do the deed with men, I do it with women.”

“It’s not that. You haven’t been a virgin since you were 16, it’s just you’ve always avoided talking about sex with me. At least in graphic details,” He brought his own beer bottle to his lips, and it might have been my imagination but I swear he did it seductively. The thought of his wet, warm lips around my cock had sent all of the blood rushing to it. “You know that you’re attractive but you have to stop dressing so much like a Dad. Your jeans sag way too much in the back, making it look like you have no ass. Girls love a guy with a great butt.”

My thoughts stayed with fooling around with Kevin. Never before had I even considered fooling around with him. Absentmindedly, my hand traveled down to my cock and grabbed it. “How would you dress me then? In a Gold G-string thong?”

“No. More like boxer briefs and jeans that fit. Oh and a green polo, form fitting, that will bring out your eyes.”

“Or you could just come over here and suck my dick,” The words hit the air before I realized what I said. Kevin eyed me, almost as if he was daring me to take back the words that had just left my mouth. Silently he rose out of his lawn chair and came over to me. He kneeled in front of my chair and gently kissed the area that was tented by my bulge. My brain kept telling me to make him stop, that I didn't want to have sex with a man. My cock thought differently. Ultimately there wasn't enough blood in the head on my shoulders to do anything but slump back and open my legs wider.

Kevin unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth around it, and it felt as good as I had imagined it would. His head bobbed up and down until I felt the cum rising in my balls. A loud moan emanated from my throat.

Before I could stop it, my cock was pumping my orgasm into Kevin’s mouth.
Instead of complaining like many of my exes did, he swallowed the entire load and looked up at me. He reached over and took a swig of my beer, and then leaned over to kiss me. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to kiss another dude, but his lips were so soft and he tasted like beer. For what seemed like an hour, he sat in my lap and we made out. Instead of going limp as I had anticipated after such a large orgasm, my cock stayed hard.

I tugged off his shirt, and took his nipple between my teeth. Applying just enough pressure ot get a reaction out of him. I repeated this on his other nipple, and then a thought occurred to me. I could take him over to the trampoline I bought for my son when he was over, and we could fuck on it.

I stood him up, and took his hand, leading him over to the trampoline. He took down my pants, and I removed his. He climbed up, and stayed on all fours. Why had I never noticed how plump and fuckable his ass was before? Eagerly I climbed up behind him, and sank my teeth into one of his ass cheeks. He let out a small yelp. I spit in my hand and used it to lube up my cock. His whole was tight, but seemed to suck my cock right into it. It felt better than I had ever imagined it would.

Every time I thrust into him, he would push his ass into me. It was a sensation that was almost too much for me. After several minutes of hardcore pounding, I stopped to catch my breath, and he flipped our position. Now he was sitting on top of me, and he began to ride my cock. The sensation was magnificent, every time he went up, I went with him, and the same thing happened when he went down. The bouncing made everything better, it was unlike anything I had experienced.Before long I came in his ass and his cock released its own orgasm.

Quietly he kissed me and left. As I showered my cock sprang to life again, thinking about the sex I had just had. I laid in bed wondering why he didn’t stay and then my thoughts turned what he said about my pants. Maybe I should change the way I dress…. And think.