Late Night Lesson Long Ago

The next morning after a very memorable and sexy night with family friend Al, I woke up to sounds in the kitchen, which was right next to my bedroom.

I tossed on my robe, opened the door and there was Al in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast.

He was smiling. I smiled, too, recalling our hot night.

Al was wearing the T-shirt and jeans he had worn when he gave me a ride home. His hair was still wet from his shower.

I caught myself again admiring his muscular arms and chest.

"Did you get a good night's sleep, Gary?" he asked with a smile. "I know I did after last night."

Ah, last night.

My mind raced back to the events of a few hours ago when he had introduced me to the joys of bisexual adventures.

Feeling myself blush, I stammered, "Um, yeah, I guess I was pretty tired after we, ya know, we had some fun."

"Some fun? That was a lot of fun. You're a natural," he said as he tended to the pancake dough.

I felt my cheeks blushing more.

"Breakfast isn't going to be ready for a while, if you want to take a shower,"

Al said.

I said "thanks," and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

I lost the robe, stared in the mirror and thought to myself, "what was last night all about? And when are my folks getting home?"

I recalled they'd be home from their weekend getaway on Sunday and this was Saturday.

I still couldn't figure out last night other than I had somehow slept with Al, their longtime friend, a guy I'd seen at family events for years.

One week ago, he and his wife were here for a cookout. Now, we knew each other on an very intimate level.

Confused, I climbed into the shower, which was nice and hot, and lathered up.

Soon, my mind drifted back to how Al seduced me and turned me on to fun I had never expected.

Well, okay, I had thought of being with a

nan now and then. All guys wonder. Girls, too. But to have it happen for real? Mind. Blown.

I found myself starting to get hard as my soapy hands cleaned my cock

and balls. I thought of Al's gentle touch, his eager and skilled tongue.

I thought about what I had done to him, pleasuring him by sucking him off. How we had even performed a hot and sexy 69 on my bed.

Right away, I told myself "that was a one-night stand, do not make anything more of it. Have breakfast, send him home."

I thought I did what probably countless people had done last night in the Chicago area: Had unexpected sex with someone they knew.

My cock calmed down and softened. I finished my shower, dried off, put my robe on and went to my room to get dressed.

"Gary, I bet the shower felt good," Al said. "Breakfast is ready."

I smiled, said the shower did indeed feel great.

I went to room, dug out a pair of jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt, combed my long hair and walked back into the kitchen. My overnight guest had pancakes, syrup, eggs, sausages, OJ and coffee waiting.

"Wow, you should stay over more often," I said.

"I'd love to," he replied with a wink.

I smiled and said, "well, that would be interesting."

I thought of how he had planned to seduce me and how he easily succeeded, how he jumped at the chance to give me a ride home from my job when my folks were out of town.

We had a delicious breakfast and sat sipping coffee, chatting about how the White Sox and Cubs looked this season.

"So, Gary, did you enjoy breakfast?" Al asked.

"I sure did. Everything was very tasty," I said.

Resting a hand on my knee, he smiled and said, "perhaps we can share dessert?"

I put my hand on top of his and said, "Al, are you serious? Wasn't last night a one-night stand?"

He smiled and said "it can be whatever we want it to be."

With that, he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue snaking between my lips in search of mine.

Try as I may, I couldn't resist his insistent, probing tongue.

Our tongues met and played. I started to get hard as we kissed, thinking of how good Al made me feel last night.

Then I broke off the kiss and said "Al, we really shouldn't. I mean, what about you getting home?"

"I called and told my wife me and the guys I played cards with last would be golfing today," he said. "I have hours and hours."

"Besides," he said glancing down at the bulge in my crotch, "it looks like you want some fun."

I felt his hand creep up my thigh. I did not push it away.

"Ah, there it is," he said, his hand resting over the bulge in my Levi's. "It would be a shame to waste this."

His fingers squeezed my hard-on through my jeans. I could feel a jolt of excitement.

I surrendered.

"Fuck," I whispered, "Let's have some fun."

He smiled and we began French kissing again, with increasing passion.

Once again we were at the kitchen table where things had started the night before. Soon, his fingers found my zipper and lowered it.

"Take off your jeans," he said with a commanding tone filled with desire.

I could see the hunger in his eyes.

I stood up, unfastened my jeans and let them drop to the floor.

"Don't stop," Al said, his eyes wide.

I yanked down my briefs. My seven inches stood at attention. He smiled when he saw how hard I was.

"Mmm, looks good in daylight, too," he said as the sun shined through the kitchen window on my naked, erect dick.

Unlike last night, I was not nervous. I knew what would happen. And it would be great.

I watched with delight as his tongue slowly circled the head, driving me wild.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," I moaned.

He murmured "mmm hmm," his mouth was filled with me.

He continued to gently lick, teasing my 18-year-old cock, finding my cum hole, licking it.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "Let's get comfortable."

Al nodded toward my bedroom.

"No, the screened-in porch out back," I said.

We had a nice backyard, a high fence and lots of trees. Nobody could see us on the porch and we'd still be kind of outdoors on a lovely May morning.

We walked there, my cock bobbing and his straining at his jeans.

Arriving at the porch, I sat on our big comfy sofa.

I smiled as I watched Al peel off his T-shirt, jeans and briefs. I pulled off my T-shirt. We were both naked.

His thick cock had come to life. He knelt down in front of me, and took me again into his warm, wet, wanting mouth.

The sensations were out of this world as he slowly went up and down on me, making my cock want him more and more with each movement.

He knew exactly how to please a man and I could tell - by his own raging hard-on - that he was having a very good time.

Taking a break, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I want you to cum in mouth, just like last night."

"Twist my arm," I thought as he resumed giving me a fabulous blowjob.

It was almost like he read my mind, as he would bring me to the brink of cumming time and again.

He'd back off, slow the pace, speed up, edging me over and over. I knew when I came it would be amazing. I think he knew it, too.

After about 10 minutes of that, he seemed to suck harder. I could tell there would be no edging this time, as his mouth tightened around my hard cock.

His left hand massaged my balls, urging them to release the cum. His right hand stroked me up and down as his mouth did the same.

Again, I thought a construction worker would have rough hands. Not Al, whose hands felt like velvet on my sensitive cock and balls.

Clearly, he was a man on a mission.

I wasn't about to be a rude host, I had to give my guest what he wanted.

I felt my cum building as the amazing blowjob continued.

"Al, I'm going to cum," I whispered.

"Mmmm mmm," he moaned on me.

Sure enough, as if on cue, I pushed in deeper and began spurting hot jizz into his eager mouth. I groaned loudly.

"Mmm, mmmm, mmm" we both moaned with each spurt.

It felt so good unloading into his mouth. And I could tell he was in heaven, swallowing every tasty drop.

I couldn't believe how much I came, and that he took it all.

I laid back as he cleaned my cock, gingerly licking the shaft and head, sure to get every little drop.

It kind or reminded me of someone licking an ice cream cone. And, oh, it felt so good.

"Well, I think someone enjoyed that," he said with a smile.

"Oh really?" I asked playing along. "I think two someones enjoyed that."

We laughed and he moved close to give me cum-flavored kisses, my tongue playing with his tongue that brought me untold delights.

We sat there kissing, He grabbed my left hand and brought it to his raging hard-on. I began stroking him gently, knowing it was my turn to return the favor.

"Can I help you?" I asked and smiled, knowing the answer.

He smiled and got up, straddling me and positioning himself so his cock was level with my mouth.

His legs were on either side of me as he kneeled into the sofa, ready to feed me his 48-year-old cock, the thick and throbbing eight inches.

I needed no convincing.

Looking him in the eyes, I began licking around the purple head for the third time in about 10 hours.

As with the first two times, I marveled at the warmth and smoothness and how every touch of my tongue seemed to send jolts through his body.

It made me happy to know I had such control over him.

My little tongue could have him begging for more, begging for mercy. It was wild to think about as I opened my welcoming mouth wide, inviting him in.

He took that invitation happily, pushing his cock between my lips, stretching them wide.

"Ohhh, fuck, Gary, you are good at this," he moaned. "I knew you would be."

Taking my mouth off him, "Why's that?" I asked.

"Just something about you. It's hard to say. I'm glad you are. Hey, did I ask you to stop?" he replied.

We both laughed and I resumed pleasing him, taking Al's hard cock in maybe two or three inches and slowly moving my mouth back and forth on him, just like I did the night before.

My lips rubbed his foreskin each time. My tongue teased his cum hole.

I thought to myself that with practice, everything gets better, be it driving a car, hitting a golf ball or sucking the cock of a family friend.

"Mmm, Gary, you are such a good cock sucker. Mmm," he whispered.

Hearing that inspired me to pick up the pace. I grabbed one ass cheek with each hand, pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned. "That's it, baby, that's it."

I imagined what the scene may look like if someone were to walk in and see him pumping his hard cock in and out of my 18-year-old mouth.

I'm sure they'd love it as we had a nice rhythm going. The porch filled with sounds of my slurping and his moaning.

I could tell he was getting close, as his cock got harder in mouth. I positioned myself ready to take his load. And he did not disappoint.

With a mighty groan, Al began spurting jizz in my mouth.

I felt the cum hit the back of my throat. I hungrily gulped his load, not wanting to miss a drop.

Unlke the previous night, when some cum oozed out of my mouth, none did this time.

Looking up, I saw a smile on his face, his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations of cumming in the mouth of his best friend's son.

"He owns me now," I thought.

I didn't care. I liked the feeling, the knowledge that I was his, that this promised to be a very good summer filled with many hot sexy moments before college.

I kissed the tip, then licked the cum off Al's cock as it slowly softened, sure to not miss a drop.

I know he appreciated that as he repeatedly murmured "good boy, good boy." That was hot to hear.

He pulled out and collapsed beside me on that huge over-sized sofa. Our naked bodies were beside each other as his cock slowly deflated.

"Well, that was a good dessert," I said with a laugh. "Very creamy and no calories."

He laughed.

"We probably burned a few calories this morning and last night," Al said.

We both felt exhausted "and in a good way," I thought.

Then the phone rang. I looked at the clock. It was 10:30 a.m. and that's when my folks said they'd call to check on me.

We had an extension on the porch. Back in the late 1970s, cell phones were not around. The phone was on a table beside the couch. I answered it.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi, hon, this is Mom. Just checking to see how you are dong," she said.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just had breakfast and I'm relaxing on the porch. It's quite enjoyable," I said nodding toward Al, who smiled.

"That's good, hon," Mom said. "Did it work out well with Al last night?"

Hearing that, Al smiled and nodded.

"Last night? Al? Oh, yes, he was there at midnight and gave me a lift home," I said.

"Did that go well? You got in okay?" she asked.

"Oh, it went... very well," I said, noticing Al had a gleam in his eyes as he began playing with my cock, rolling the head between his finger and thumb.

"And you got in okay?" she asked.

Thinking of how I got into Al's mouth just fine, I smiled, paused, and said "Yes, I had no problems getting in."

That's when Al took the curly phone cord and wrapped it around my now hardening cock.

He began to move it up and down along the shaft and it began to respond as only a teenager's cock can. Blood rushed to it.

I tried to push his hand away. No such luck.

He had total control of me and knew it. I watched my cock grow, enjoying the sensations the cord offered as he twirled it around me.

"You still there?" Mom asked.

"Um, what? Yeah, yeah, I'm still here. It's just, just, the neighbor kids running through the yard again kind of... distracted me," I stammered.

"Okay, well, glad you are doing fine. We'll be home tomorrow evening," she said. "Take care and I hope you remembered to thank Al for his kindness."

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "Yes, I thanked Al... several times."

Judging by the big smile on his face, more thanking was in store that lazy Saturday. It was still morning and we had nowhere to be.

After I hung up, I jokingly scolded him.

"Al, what if Mom had heard you? Or if I started to moan?" I asked.

"No worries, Gary. She didn't hear a thing," he said as he leaned forward and unwrapped the cord off my now rock-hard cock.

Once again, he gently took the head of my cock into his warm, wet mouth. My gosh, if felt so good. So right.

I thought of all the fun we could have that day, My cock felt at home, like it belonged in his mouth.

I laid back on that comfy sofa and watched him suck me off, his head slowing bobbing up and down my hard seven inches.

"Mmm, Al, suck my cock. It's all your's. All of it," I whispered.

He took the hint and slowly took in all seven inches as he expertly deep throated my hardness.

Al backed off to the tip, kissing it before he took all seven inches in until his nose was in my pubes. He repeated that many times.

He was in no hurry, making sure we both enjoyed every single moment.

My right hand rested on the back of his head, rubbing my fingers through his brown hair as he went up and down.

"Grab a nipple," he urged me.

My left hand reached underneath to one of his nipples, tweaking it, making it hard as he moaned his appreciation.

He was giving me another incredible blowjob, using his 30 years of cock sucking knowledge.

I briefly wondered how many cocks he had sucked. Then I smiled, thinking "who cares? I benefit."

I recalled the previous night when he admitted he often jerked off thinking of me. That was hot to know.

I confessed I had done the same thing, imagining us sucking each other, maybe by his pool late one night or, yes, in my bed.

I smiled as Al slowly pleasured me, wondering what other surprises awaited me in what promised to be one amazing summer.