ME AND MY DAD'S FRIEND

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Editor Note:� Occasionally a reader will write and relate their experiences to me in detail.�� With the writer's permission, this story is based upon his experiences with a friend of his dad.� The names have been changed and the embellishments kept to a minimum.

This story takes place during the seventies, before the AIDS scare and before genital herpes was widespread and during a time when bareback fucking was the norm.� There were a few venereal diseases going around, but nothing that couldn't be cured with a quick shot of antibiotics.� Safe sex practices?� What's that?� Use a rubber?� No way unless a girl (and there were a few) wasn't on the pill.� With another guy?� Why bother at all.� Now?� Use your head, man.� Use a rubber.

Back in the seventies when I was around eleven years old, I went to stay with my dad for the weekend.� He and Mom were recently divorced and the bi-monthly weekend stay quickly became a staple of my life.� On this particular weekend there was some problem at the plant where my dad� was the manager, and he was called in to solve it.� Thinking that he could get things right-side up in short order, he took me along.� The problem it turned out, was much more involved and difficult to fix than he had anticipated.� It didn't help matters that I was underfoot and getting into what little hair Dad still had.� One of the men was getting off shift and being a friend of Dad's, he offered to take me to a movie.� Dad readily agreed and told Claude that he'd call him later that afternoon when he was ready to pick me up.

Claude and my dad were both unattached, and as such were beer and football buddies.� Claude also had a fishing rig, and he and Dad would often go fishing on Sundays when the plant was closed and they both weren't busy.�

Now Claude, I think, was a bit older than my dad and really one of the ugliest men I've ever known.  He was kind of short, very lean.  He looked more like a nerdy farmer than anything. After the movie he said he had to keep me out longer until my dad called and asked if I was okay with me if we went to his house.� Once there he made me a sandwich and for a while we watched TV.

The Saturday afternoon lineup was not very interesting and suddenly he says, "Say, Mike.� I have some Playboy magazines.� You like naked women?� You want to see them?"� Of course I wanted to see them!� He disappeared for a moment and then brought out three or four Playboys.

"Mike, this is between you and me," he said while still holding the mags in his hand.� "Your dad might think you're too young for naked pictures, so... this is between you and me. Okay, buddy?"

"Sure, okay," I readily agreed.� He sat down beside me and we looked through them.

"Makes your dick hard, don't it," he laughed as we gazed at the fold out of the buxom beauty who was that month's Playmate.�� I did have a stiff one.� "Damn, she's a good looker.� What a set of tits!� And that ass... I don't think I ever seen a better looking ass than hers."� As we went through all the good stuff in all the issues, he made more comments about the girls' butts than about their tits.�

Putting down the last issue, he said, "As good as this is, it's really pretty tame stuff compared to some of the other things I have.� You interested?"

I was loving this and readily agreed to the stronger stuff.� He disappeared again and then handed me another magazine.�� It was stronger stuff alright! Inside were pictures of men, muscular men posing nude.� Unlike the Playboys, nothing was left to the imagination. One by one I turned the pages and gazed upon the most beautiful men I'd ever seen.� Occasionally I'd glance up and saw that that Claude was watching me carefully.�

"Does that make your dick hard, Mike?" he asked when I was about halfway through.� Do birds fly?� "Yeah, it makes you hard," he laughed.� I must have gotten red with embarrassment because he quickly added, "Don't be embarrassed, Mike.� I like looking at them too.� Man, look at that guy's ass!� Can you believe the size of the dick on that dude?"� By the time I was finished, my breathing was shallow, I had a case of butterflies on my stomach, and my dick was so hard it hurt.

"Ya wanna see some more?" he asked.� "I got more, even better than that."

"Okay," I managed to squeak.

He came back with several more magazines, not as nearly as polished and slick as a Playboy or even the guy rag.�� These magazine had all black and white photos, graphic photos of men sexually engaged with other men.� Another featured� naked boys and men with boys.� Most of the boys looked 12 to 15 years old.� It was a lot of sucking cocks and hand jobs. But with the boys, there was fucking too.  

With each new picture Claude would ask me if I liked it and if I liked what they were doing. I was shocked, but I did like it and I said I liked it, or being nearly speechless, I nodded my approval.� I was young and naive, but not so naive to know right away that he wanted us to do what those men and boys were doing and using the pictures to gauge my interest.� It made me nervous and unsure of myself.���

He started rubbing my back and telling me that I was a good looking boy.  When I was almost done, there was a picture of a man sucking a boy.

"Mike, I know you like this picture.� I like it too.� Would you like for me to do that to you?"

I was only eleven, but I had had a blowjob before.� Actually several of them.

The year before when I was ten, there was this guy in my class who was a lot older than the rest of us.� Jerry wasn't exactly academically gifted. He was much bigger than I was and was starting to grow hair, a fact he demonstrated to me in the far corner of the school yard.� He was constantly talking about beating off, how good it felt and urged me to try it at night when the lights were out.� I followed his instructions and got the surprise of my life.� The intensity of the feeling radiating through me was scary, but like Jerry said, it felt better than anything else on earth.� It felt so good that I reasoned that it couldn't be good for me and also reasoned that's why Jerry was so far behind in school.� Despite the perceived risks, I was instantly hooked.�

Having now something in common besides being in the fifth grade together, Jerry and I became good buddies, comrades in arms so to speak.� He invited me over to his apartment to go swimming one Saturday.� To my surprise, Mom said I could and dropped me off.� There Jerry introduced me to one of his friends, a kid who was even older than Jerry and who was already in Junior High School. Jerry and I were playing in the water (mainly he was throwing me around like a rag doll) when his friend came up and whispered something to him.

"Yeah!� You bet!� Mike too?"� The other kid looked at me, shrugged and agreed.

The other kid left and went up to a girl he had been horsing around with and said something to her.� She looked back at me and they continued to talk.� Suddenly they were heading out of the pool.� Jerry's friend waved to us and Jerry exclaimed, "Fuck yeah!� Let's go, Mike."

The four of us went to the girl's apartment where she lived with her mother.� "Mom's only going to be gone for an hour," she announced as soon as we were inside.

"Plenty of time," Jerry's friend said as he proceeded to remove her top.� Now, I'd never seen a naked girl before, at least in the raw flesh, and even though she had yet to develop much on top, her bare naked tits were as exciting as could be to me.� If that wasn't greatest thing ever, Jerry then pulled her bottom off.� Holy crap! A pussy!� A pussy with some hair above it!�

Without saying a word, Jerry and his pal stripped off their bathing suits.� I couldn't believe it. But then Jerry grabs her tit and gives her a squeeze while his buddy ran his hand between her legs from behind.�

"Me first," Jerry's buddy said.� She turned and went to her knees.� When she put the guy's dick in her mouth, I was totally stunned by the fact that anyone would do that to anyone else.� Well, to make a short story shorter, she blew all three of us, me included.� It was lightening quick, or at least I was, but it was absolutely wonderful! Then Jerry and the other kid fucked her right there on the floor.�

Needless to say, it was beyond wonderful having my dick sucked for the first time and I wanted to experience that again.� It was a long time coming, but my next opportunity came when my older cousin came for a visit.� By then, Mom and Dad had split, and Mom's sister had come to give her moral support. On the second night, my cousin and I were messing around in bed and somehow our underwear came off.� That led to a touchie-feelie session.� I told him about the girl who blew the three of us.� Terry, my cousin, offered to suck me if I sucked him. I liked the feel of his dick sliding between my lips as much as I liked the feel of my dick sliding between his lips.� It was a great four days, especially the three nights of mutual dick sucking, but he and his mother went back home in another state.

Even after having oral sex with another guy, I was still nervousness and shy about it when Claude offered to blow me.� But he talked me into opening my pants.� From there he pulled my cock out.  Even his hand on my hard cock felt so very good.  He tugged at my jeans and soon had them off my hips and my groin exposed.� As he began a very oral and sensual fellatio, I nearly passed out.� It was just overwhelming and feeling so good that it was hard to think of much else.� I didn't last but a minute, if that long.� I was already jacking off a lot at 11, so I knew I was about to cum and told him that.� He paused long enough to say, "Go ahead," and instantly I did.� It felt like I was going to shoot through the roof!    To my surprise, he swallowed it all down.  

"You taste very good," he said with a grin.� "Now, my turn."� He stood and his hand went to his belt buckle.� He just got his fly open and his dick out when the telephone rang.�

"Fuck! Not now!" he cursed.� "It's your dad.� I gotta pick up."

It was indeed my dad.� They talked for a few minutes and then he hung up.� "Your dad's down at the 7-11, Mike," Claude said in a near panic.� "He'll be here in two minutes.� Better get your pants back on.� This will have to wait for another day."

After that afternoon with Claude, I thought of him all the time; of the blow job he gave me; of the pornographic pictures he showed me; and of his big prick jutting out of his pants beckoning me to suck it.� I wanted to suck that cock that day, but there was no time.� I still wanted to suck that cock and be sucked by him again.  I wanted to be one those boys I saw in Claude's magazine.�

I think I knew full well then that I was bisexual, even though the term wasn't a part of my vocabulary.  It wasn't just fantasies of Claude that I jerked off to.� I was already regularly jerking off thinking of bare tits and fucking girls that I knew, especially the little tramp Jerry and his friend fucked.� I wanted to feel her little tits and� fuck her if I had the opportunity again, but as Jerry had moved away, there was never another opportunity.

Not long after� all this,� my mother and I went to visit her sister and my cousin.� Naturally Terry and I messed around in bed at night and sucked each other off.�� I think he was surprised that I swallowed his cum.� I told him again about the girl fucking both Jerry and his friend and I told him about the pictures I had seen at Claude's, though I didn't reveal where I saw them.�

"You ever do that, Mike?" he asked referring to fucking. �

"No, but I think I'd like to."

"Me too," he said.� "Say, how about if we try fucking each other?"

I was glad that he suggested it and eagerly agreed that we should try it.� We did it and didn't hurt or anything.� He was only eighteen months older than I was.� At thirteen, he was just starting to develop, so it fit up my ass easily. It felt really good being ass fucked.� I loved it when we did it.  

Back home that experience with my cousin gave added impetus to the images so firmly vivid in my mind.� So I would lay in bed thinking of those pictures of the men fucking the boys and imagined Claude fucking me as I fingered myself or stuck a pencil or pen or marker pen up my butt.

A few weeks passed.� For a kid a few weeks can seem like forever.� Just as I was giving� up hope that I would ever have another opportunity with Claude, providence intervened.� I was with my dad again for the weekend. He was all excited as Claude was lending him his fishing boat, so he could take me fishing on Sunday.� "Right after lunch, we're going to the sporting goods store and I'm going to buy you a new rod and reel," he told me.� Wow!� We were going fishing!� But before we even had our lunch, Dad got a call from the plant.� There was a major problem and he was needed immediately.

Dad cursed, but what choice did he have?� He was responsible for the smooth running of the plant whether it was his day off or not.� So, with me in tow, Dad took me to the plant with him again.� While Dad set about figuring out the problem, I set about to see if Claude was there.� He was. It didn't take Dad too long to realize that he was going to be there the rest of the day.� Claude soon offered to take me to see a movie again.� My dad just handed him five dollars and said he would see me later.  

Anxiously I followed Claude out into the parking lot and got in his pickup.� "It's really good to see you again, Mike," he said with a genuine smile. "Tell me something, and be truthful.� The last time we went to a movie, did you have a good time?"

With the situation that I had been hoping for now in hand, I felt somewhat timid and unsure.� "Uh, yes," I simply replied in almost a whisper.

"You did?� Great.� Well, I had a wonderful time being with you.� So, what's it to be?� You want to go to a movie or would you rather go to my house?"

"Uh, your house."

"I hoping you'd want to do that.� I've got a new magazine.� You know, boys...� You want to see them?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Then let's go, Mike."

Now you've read of kids that are unsure or naive about sex at this age, but I knew full well what I wanted.  I wanted Claude to fuck me and I wanted to try sucking his cock.  On the other hand I was a very shy, quiet kid back then, so when we got to his place I could not bring myself to say any of this.

He had more magazines, more pictures.� Remember, this was all around 1970.  I am not sure where guys could get any of these, maybe mail order or maybe from the backroom of a book store.  Regardless of where and how he got them, he had them and he was showing them to me.  Most were of men with boys.  Most of the boys were 11-15, but some looked maybe as young as 5 or 6.

He had a number of the pornographic pedo magazines open and laid out on his coffee table.� He then asked if he could kiss me.� I don't remember if I agreed to it or not, but he kissed me and kept kissing on and on for a long tongue-fucking kiss.   The lewdness of him tonguing my mouth turned me on instantly and I know I was really kissing him back.  I was holding him and he held me for a while.

Then his hands began to move, across my back and over my ass.� A moment later, I felt him opening my jeans.  As he opened my jeans, he asked what I would I like to do.  I remember this so clearly.  Finding my voice I said, "I want to fuck. Like in those pictures."

I think this surprised him.� "Are you sure you want to fuck?"� Then pointing to a rather graphic photo of a kid taking it up the ass he added, "Like that kid?"

"Yeah.� That's what I want to do.� That and that," I said pointing to another picture of the same young kid sucking a huge dick.

"You know, it could hurt if I fucked you."

"My cousin fucked me a few weeks ago," I brazenly told him.� "I really liked it and it didn't hurt at all."

"Okay, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get.� Now, let's get out of all these clothes."�

I was not shy then. I undressed in a flash as I watched him get naked too. My cousin's cock and balls were sleek and mostly hairless like mine.� Not Claude.� If Claude was ugly, his cock was even uglier.  Or to me it was.  I had seen it before, but not as clearly as now.� It was a good size, maybe 7 inches or so, but very very veiny and his balls hung down low and he was very hairy.   But it was all okay with me.  I had been daydreaming about that cock and now it was before me in the flesh.

He knelt and sucked me again until I came.� He stood and said, "We ran out of time last time.� You want to try sucking me?"

Did I!� On my knees before him, I took him in my mouth for the first time.  I was struck� with how big he was and how far I had to open my mouth.  He was so much bigger than my cousin, but that somehow made it all the better.  I sucked him and thought I was doing it okay. But he was� having to remind me to watch my teeth.   Despite my clumsy effort, he let me suck and suck... The more I sucked, the more I wanted to suck that big dick.� Sucking my cousin's dick was fun, but somehow this was better. Maybe it was the difference in size or maybe it was the larger difference in age; maybe it was the fact that I was kneeling pleasuring him rather than lying side by side or maybe the sheer nastiness of the act; whatever the reason, I really enjoyed sucking him.�

He did not cum, but stopped me after several minutes.  "That's good for now, Mike.� I could tell that you were really enjoying sucking my cock, but you really have to watch those teeth, boy."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Claude," I said looking up.

"It's just, Claude, Mike.� Blow buddies are on a first name basis only and we're now blow buddies.� For now, don't worry about how good you just sucked me.� Before the day's over you'll get plenty of practice sucking me, but right now, my poor dick needs a break before it gets shred to pieces."

"I'm sorry, Claude.� I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me, Mike.� Dicks are just really sensitive to being scrapped.� You know that."

"Yeah, I know."

"Now, do you really want me to fuck you in the ass?"

"Yeah.� I do."

"It would be my pleasure," he said.� "Be right back." He turned away and went to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of baby oil and big jar of Vaseline.  

"We'll do it here in the living room," he announced.� "Now, I want you to bend over the front of the couch, Mike, on your knees."  I moved into the position he asked.� He spread my knees and I felt the cool air fill the crack of my buttocks. I jumped as I felt his hand filled with cold baby oil hit my butt.� The chill immediately dissipated as he oiled the globes of my butt cheeks with his hand and worked it deep into my cleft.

"You have very nice butt, Mike," he said as he felt up my ass with his oily hand. "Absolutely the finest butt I've ever seen on any boy before.� God, I love your ass, boy.� It's damned near perfect."

I felt him worm an oily finger up into my hole.� "You like the way that feels?" he asked.� With my face buried in the cushion of his sofa, I nodded. "Good.� Now let's get you greased up and ready."� He removed his finger, but moments later it returned with a glob of Vaseline that he worked into and around my butt hole.� He fingered me for some minutes, loosening my tight anal ring.

"Are you ready?" he asked removing his finger.� I nodded I was ready.� "I'll try and go slow," he said as I felt the thick spongy head of his cock nestle between my ass cheeks and then against my anus.

�It was nothing like with my cousin.  Claude was a lot bigger and damn, did it hurt!�� I didn't cry out, but I sure groaned and grunted.� "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

There was no way I was going to wimp out and I replied, "It's okay, but it's really big."

"You sure you don't want me to stop? I want to fuck you, but I don't want to hurt you."

"No, go on. It's okay now. Just go slow," I gasped.

For the next several minutes he would push in a little and I would say wait until the pain and cramping subsided.� Once the pain eased I� said he could go on.  I don't know how long it took, but eventually he did push his cock far inside me.  Then he started moving in and out, gradually getting deeper and deeper. Once he was all in me, the pain subsided a lot and I said he could go on.  Slowly Claude fucked me and I loved it.

The pain mellowed out and then went away.� For me it was a huge moment in my life. I was like one of the boys in the pictures... a man was really fucking me.   Claude held my hips as he fucked me.� The more he fucked me, the easier it got.� The easier it got, the faster and deeper he fucked me.

"I'm gonna cum," I heard him grunt and he came in me.  Suddenly my hole was even slipperier.� He continued to fuck me until his cock softened and finally plopped out of my asshole.�

"You're a nice fuck, Mike," he praised with a hand slap to my butt. The sudden playful sting made me turn to face him.� "We'll have to do that again," he said with a grin.�

I was all for that until to my embarrassment, I saw that his cock was coated in my shit and Vaseline.   I kept saying over and over I was so sorry.  "Don't worry about it, Mike. That's what happens when you travel down the Hershey highway."� His laughter made me feel much better about it.    

After he cleaned up, he let me try fucking him in the same position. I liked it, but I much preferred being fucked by him.  I asked if he wanted to fuck me again.� "Sure thing," he said with a huge grin, "I'd love to fuck you again, but you're not too sore, are you?"

I was a bit sore, but I wasn't about to admit it as I really wanted him to fuck me again.� "No, I'm okay."

"Okay, then I'll fuck that fine ass of yours again.� But first I need to get you cleaned up."

I followed him to his bathroom where he gave me a couple of small enemas to clean me out.� Then we showered together, making sure everything was squeaky clean.� It was crowded in the tub shower, but he knelt and sucked my cock while the spray beat down upon us.�

Once I blew my load into his mouth, he took me to his bedroom and had me lie nude on his bed. He rooted around in a drawer and came up with a Polaroid camera. For those of you too young to know about the Polaroid, it took and instantly printed the photograph in living color.�� "Do you mind if I take some pictures?" he asked.�

Being an eleven year old, I was oblivious to any possible future ramifications, shrugged and said, "Sure."

Claude took a couple of me laying on my side and laying on the bed face down and legs spread wide.  After cautioning me not to touch the still wet emulsion, he showed me each picture as it came out of the camera.� It they hadn't been in color, they would have been just like some the photos of boys in the magazine.� This was really cool, and I enjoyed posing for him and being praised by him.

After he shot up the entire pack of film, he had me lie face down and then put a couple towels under me.� I spread my legs wide again, but he put them together, lay over me and pushed in.  It was a lot easier for me that time and having him lying on me was the best feeling in the world. Slowly he fucked me for the second time with his arms around me holding me tight.  He told me to fuck back onto him.� I tried to, not knowing whether I was doing a good job or not.  

Now he was even more into fucking me harder and he was more vocal until he came in my ass again.� He wiped off his cock and my ass with a damp washcloth, then we lay in his bed for a while holding each other's cocks and balls and kissing.

Later we were sucking each other when the telephone rang.� It was my dad.� He had everything under control at the plant and was on his way to pick me up.��� Claude told me to jump in the shower while he opened a few windows and turned the attic fan on which drew fresh air into the house while drawing out any funky odors.�

By the time Dad got there, Claude and I were dressed and Dad was none the wiser.� Claude invited him to have a beer and the two sat and chatted about where Dad should go fishing.� It was weird, to say the least, but I played my part and when asked about the movie, I said it sucked.� Claude grinned at me and I realized that I had made a cryptic joke.�

We never made it to the store to buy me that rod and reel as Claude gave me one his.� Dad hitched up Claude's boat and after a quick stop at a store for supplies, we were off to the lake where we camped out and fished the next morning.� The fishing trip was fun, but not nearly as much fun as being royally fucked by Claude.

After that Saturday and fishing with my dad, I found a way to see Claude directly, not relying on the hope and chance that Dad would have to go to the plant on my Saturdays with him.

I memorized his address and as it wasn't too far from my Mom's house, I rode my bike over to see him. He wasn't there the first few times I tried that, but my persistence prevailed. He told me that Mondays were the best for him as that was his day off.� Monday afternoons after school worked for me too as Mom didn't get home from work until around 6:30 PM.� We worked out a system whereby I'd call him the night before and then he'd pick me up after school at one of the parks near my house.� The very best days were when we had a school holiday on a Monday, like Columbus Day or President's Day.� Federal holiday or not, Mom and Dad both had to work, so I was free to spend the whole day having sex with Claude.

Each time I visited him, I was soon naked, sucking his cock or being sucked by him, or being fucked by him. Being fucked, that is what I loved most and wanted most.  Nothing ever felt better than Claude lying on me with his big cock up my ass fucking me.  

Often he would take Polaroids� of me or with his Kodak Instamatic camera, one of those you just drop the film cartridge in.  I saw the prints later.  Me in all kinds of poses, me holding my small hard cock, me with my finger up my ass, me looking up at him as I sucked his dick and I know I once posed holding a candle up my butt.   He had a full length mirror mounted on the bathroom door and sometimes he took pictures of us in the mirror as he fucked me on my hands and knees.� At the time I never thought of where he got those photos developed.  I do think of that now and wonder who else saw me. Did my pictures ever wind up in any of those magazines?  I do hope so.  

We had many hot sessions. Me on my hands and knees being fucked hard. Me on my back, legs up and ankles held firmly while being fucked.  Bending over the table, or sitting on his cock as he sat in a chair.� I sucked his cock many times as he watched TV.  To this day if I cannot think of the shows Mannix or Mission Impossible without thinking of sucking his cock.  

The following summers, I'd tell my mom that I was spending the night at this friend's or the other.� If she said yes, and she usually did, I'd take the opportunity and spend the night with Claude.� There was always the danger that she might check up on me or my friend would call me when I was supposed to be at his house, but she never did and they never did.�

After a couple of years Claude and I just seemed to go separate ways.  We never fought or anything.  Maybe it was just that I was into the girl thing and maybe he was into younger boys than I was then.� He did have other boys.� One day towards the very end of our relationship when our Man-Boy trysts were becoming increasing infrequent, I was invited over.� There was a young boy there, maybe ten years old, completely hairless, naked like I always was.� The boy didn't seem the least embarrassed by his nudity.� Claude wanted us to have sex together while he took photos of us.� Besides appealing to my exhibitionist streak, it was fun.� The boy was as eager as I was at his age, but it happened only that once.�

I was not with another man until I was 17.  The summer between my junior and senior year of high school I let an older business man pick me up and for a short time had a fun thing going that sometimes involved a friend of his that was his age.  Then it was girls only again until I went to college.� My roomie at the Freshman dorm, I discovered, had the same inclinations as I did. As soon as we could get an apartment to entertain girls, we did, sharing our hippie-type girlfriends in threesomes and foursomes or more as only true bisexuals would.