"I swear they're gonna fall through my ceiling!"
That first noise jarred me awake then, after the second one, I couldn't get back to sleep. It sounded like one of them jumped off of the bed up there and then landed on the floor.
Ever since they were in middle school, they always wound up horsing around and usually breaking something. I wonder what got broken this time?
I quietly got out of bed, so as not to wake Jean, and made my way upstairs.
"They still wrestle around? You think they'd grow out of this shit." I thought as I put my hand on the doorknob to my son Billy's room.
I opened the door and yelled out a, "When the hell are you guys--" when I received the shock of my lifetime.
On the floor was my son Billy with his dick hanging of his zipper and his friend Ken on the floor next to him, both of them passed out cold.
I was trying to make sense of the scene, when I looked over at the floor and saw one of my bottles of Schnapps sitting there. Those little fuckers stole from my basement bar!
I picked the bottle up from the floor and noticed that they nearly finished it. I'd probably had that bottle since the 60's and, truth be told, I forgot I even had it. But the hangovers they were going to have tomorrow? The thieves deserved it.
As I kept staring down at the two of them, with Billy all dick to Jesus, I wondered how they ended up like this.
My mind wanted to be logical, "I bet Billy took a piss in the bathroom, forgot to zip up, and then flopped down on the floor. That's probably what happened."
But I wasn't so sure.
I put the bottle back down on the floor and kicked Billy's leg to wake him up. I thought, at the very least, he'd notice that his dick was out and would put it away before Ken saw it.
I kicked his leg again. Nothing. My kid is stone cold, passed out drunk.
Then I looked over at Ken, who was still asleep, and saw his tongue come out and lick the side of his mouth before giving a small smile.
Did Ken blow my son? No. No way. My son loves girls! He's been crying over Aria for weeks!
We've known Ken since he was a kid, "Lil Kenny" as we called him, and he always came off as a little "sweet" to me, but he had also brought girlfriends to the house before. He was a sweetheart of a kid then and has always stayed that way.
Maybe they were so drunk that they didn't realize what they were doing.
Maybe they got horny and were so drunk that they thought, "A hole is a hole", you know?
As I look at Ken, I saw a shine under his lower lip. Was that Billy's cum? I didn't want to know, but felt like I just had to know.
I walked over to Ken and knelt down by his head to inspect his face and, sure enough, there was a little bit of cum under his mouth. And that liquor breath? Wow! I really can't believe that they drank that shit.
Just then, I'm startled as Ken stuck his tongue out and licked up the last of the cum, followed by another smile that faded off as he fell back into his drunken deep sleep.
So, Ken was a cock sucker.
And he sucked my son's cock tonight. Wow. Was this the first time? Probably. Or probably not.
I never thought about this a day in my life before now, but at that time I imagined Ken on his knees, his chubby cheeked, baby face with his mouth open and tongue out, begging to be fed a dick.
Crazy.
I knew that it was going to take me a while to process all of this.
I stood back up from beside Ken and walked for the bedroom door when I felt a cold draft at my crotch. I looked down and realized that my dick was sticking out of my boxer shorts, and it was fully erect!
I wasn't turned on by the thought of Ken blowing my son, was I? What in the hell is wrong with me?
But then, I realized that was turned on by the thought of Ken blowing me! My thoughts had now gone into imagining Ken's chubby cheeked, baby face now looking up at me, with a mouthful of my hard dick.
I reached down to put my dick back into my boxers when I felt that it was harder than it had ever been before! Like a length of steel pipe! And I didn't even take one of my little blue pills tonight!
I must've been admiring my dick a little too much because I nearly jumped out of my skin when Ken got up from the floor and walked to the bathroom.
I dove into the closet in one fast leap from the bedroom door, but I don't think he heard or saw me.
The sounds of Ken taking a piss in the bathroom with the door open, echoed throughout the whole bedroom. I know I should've just made my way out then, but I was lost in that sound, as well as, the feel of my dick.