"Hi Mr. S, what's going on?"
I looked up to see Derek coming around the side of the house toward the pool where I was sitting, drinking iced tea.
"Hi, Derek, what are you up to?" I asked.
"I was hoping that Jane would already be here." He replied. "She said that she was planning on coming by today."
"I haven't seen her."
I felt my scrotum tighten and my cock stiffen at just the thought of her. I couldn't believe how much of a hold my daughter's childhood friend had on my life; especially on my sex life.
"Do you mind if I wait?" He asked.
"Not at all, make yourself at home."
Derek dropped his towel and slid into the pool. I watched as he did a couple of laps then stopping at the edge next to me.
"Man that was a really wild time that we had the other day, huh?"
"It was pretty wild." I said.
I thought back with embarrassment, Jane had actually coerced me into giving Derek my first blow job and I found that I had enjoyed it. What was happening to me?
As Derek got out of the pool and lay down on his towel next to me, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his swim trunks. To my dismay, I found myself getting even more excited. Was I becoming "gay"? I looked away and tried to get my mind on other things. When I next looked at him, he had his hand covering his crotch and was rubbing his member into full erection. I glanced up to his face and saw that he was smiling at me. I quickly looked away again; refusing to allow myself to be drawn where my thoughts were taking me.
"Would you like some tea?" I asked.
"No thank you, what I really would like is to do what we did, again."
"I don't think so, Derek. That was just a onetime thing and a mistake at that."
Derek didn't respond, but slipping off his trunks, he lay back and continued to stroke his cock, smiling at me the whole time. Despite myself, I could not stop looking. He had a very nice cock, not huge, but just the right size for my mouth. I remembered how it felt as it went in and out of my face and how it tasted. The memory of his cumming deep in my throat and in my mouth was intoxicating. The more I looked the more I realized that I wanted to do it again. I wanted him to fuck my face and cum in my mouth.
"C'mon, you know you want it." He murmured. "Suck it for me."
I'm not quite sure what happened, but I found myself on my knees bending over with my face just a couple of inches from his swollen flesh. I was fascinated by it; it was beautiful. I could feel the heat emanating from it as he continued to slowly stroke himself. When I saw a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip, I lost it. I leaned forward and licked it off, savoring the flavor. I heard him sigh and then felt his hand move to the back of my head and gently pull it forward causing his cock to enter my mouth.