When Braden woke up that next morning, he felt like his entire body had been in a deep coma.
The sunshine and alcohol and weed from the 4th of July party. . .
And the sex.
Oh wow. Yeah.
He'd been fucked so well by Nathan's Dad, Mr. Coleman. And then, completely by surprise, by his best friend later that same night.
The second time he'd practically been the one begging for it. His second cock. His friend's juicy cock.
Nathan had pushed into him slowly, as they'd gotten horny talking about girls from the party.
And then Nathan had shocked Braden by letting him know that he knew what he'd been up to with his Dad.
And that was the last thing he'd said right before he impaled him with his dick.
And they fucked like two horned up 18-year-olds while trying to stay as quiet as possible.
They fucked for a very passionate half hour. They were tired and drunk and horny. They both came hard, though Braden's load was smaller than Nathan's. They fell into a very deep sleep.
Braden smiled as he woke up and stretched, thinking about his night. The bed was empty.
Nathan had a Sunday soccer league he played in, which Braden only remembered when he turned over to see a text on his phone from his friend.
"Heading to soccer. Last night was fucking fun!" it was simple, but it made Braden smile a little unexpectedly. "If you're there when I get back we can go in the pool, but no worries either way."
It was 9:30 AM on Braden's phone. He probably could've slept longer but he'd woken up with raging morning wood and he rolled over to stretch out on his best friend's bed and play with himself as he thought about all the amazing sex from the day before.
He couldn't get cock off his brain. And then as he was stroking lightly he wondered who else might be home.
"Didn't Nathan's mom usually also have something she did on Sunday mornings?" He wondered. Oh...yeah. That's right. Church. She was a prominent member at the local Christian mega-church. Braden faintly recalled that she sang with the band or something. He remembered going a couple of times with Nathan when they were in middle school. Of course.
Did Linus still go? Braden immediately wondered. He remembered a couple of services where Mr. Coleman had been there. He got excited at the prospect that he could be alone in this house with his friend's thick-cocked Dad. The guy who had now fucked him numerous times now. Even in front of his hot wife. Fuck.
Braden stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom down the hall. He brushed his teeth and drank a full glass of water and took some Tylenol. Then he drank another full glass of water. He'd had hangovers before. This wasn't all that bad.
He explored the front of the house first.
He checked the kitchen and the family room and the dining room. Both Nathan and Mrs. Coleman's cars were gone from the garage.
But not Mr. Coleman's. His Audi was in there. It filled the space with its size. Braden could relate.
He felt a shiver run through his body as he realized what this meant. His morning wood was tenting out of his boxer briefs he had hastily thrown on, along with a t-shirt, before leaving Nathan's room.
When he headed back down the hallway towards the bedrooms, he came to Nathan's parent's master bedroom double door. It was a bedroom they'd played hide-and-go-seek in when they were younger. And laser tag.
Braden gulped and tried the door nob, as he peaked his head through.
There was no one in the big, still un-made king bed in the center of the room, with dark gray and white sheets. But then he heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. That distant spray of water on tile was unmistakable.
Braden bravely crept towards it, wondering what Mr. Coleman's reaction might be to seeing him.
When he opened the cracked bathroom door he saw Linus standing in the big, square shower under the rain style shower head, allowing the water to run down his toned body in winding rivulets. There weren't any lights on. The only light came from the natural sunlight that poured through a giant window overlooking the backyard, which hung over the large jetted bathtub in the center of the room. He was soapy and his dick was half hard as he stretched and washed. Good lord he had a dick made to just stare at, Braden thought.
Mr. Coleman turned as Braden entered the room fully. He smiled at him, still soaping his dick up.
Braden smiled back. He didn't say anything. He was horny. Mr. Coleman could see the bulge in his briefs.
Linus opened the glass door. "Hi there," he said, knowing what Braden wanted. He was staring at his big cock covered in soap suds.
"Hi, Daddy," Braden responded nervously. He couldn't believe how horny he felt around his best friend's Dad.
"Take your clothes off," Mr. Coleman demanded.
Braden quickly pulled his shirt off and kicked his boxer-brief's down. His morning wood was throbbing as he stepped into the shower.
Linus pulled him under the spray and allowed him to get used to the feeling of the piping hot water, running down his body, covering him. It felt good to wash all the sex and sweat and pool chlorine off of his body.
Mr. Coleman soaped him up, even as Braden brought his hands forward to play with the growing dick in front of him.
He still couldn't believe he'd lost his virginity to such a perfect fucking cock. It was the type of dick you saw in porn and got sucked in by. God, he was so big, Braden thought.
Braden massaged his friend's Dad's dick between his fingers and got him hard. He got his Daddy hard. He loved that.
Mr. Coleman had his hands holding onto Braden's hips and he brought him in and they kissed softy, and slowly, as the water was a continuous rain over them, like a jungle storm with all the heat. They made out firmly, and fully. They had that horny, frisky, morning energy. Where all you want to do is touch and kiss and fuck.
Linus grabbed Braden's dick and his ass and played with the younger man who had clearly become his very willing slut. His son's best friend. With an ass that good. He was going to completely destroy this butt before he was done with him. Braden would probably be gay when it was all said and done. Linus had done it before. He'd do it again. He loved turning slutty boys.
Then as they were kissing, Linus turned Braden around in the shower, so his back was to him.
This made Braden moan a little under his grasp. He pushed his very horny ass back towards his top, and Linus rubbed his wet cock up and down his crack. He teased Braden's hole with slow, deliberate brushes against his hole.
"Mmmmm, Dadddddy," Braden moaned, as went up on his tippy-toes to gyrate his booty back towards him, trying to get him into position. He didn't want to wait. He wanted cock in his ass.
He was pheromonal. If the first two times had held certain elements of momentary reluctance, and if his late-night hookup with Nathan had felt like a surprise boning between two horny friends drunk at a sleepover, this very different. This was technically the first time where Braden felt like he had come looking for it.
