It had been a number of years since I'd seen Barry. After the divorce, he remained part of the family but more like a distant relative, not someone I'd see all the time. But we would see each other, he was after all the father of my sister's children, so he was around.
We never had the opportunity to repeat our night in the tent and I really, really wanted to despite what it might do to my sister, if she found out.
Eight years after our night in the tent, I was looking for a new place to live, and he heard about that through my nephew. He was just getting ready to move out of his house and contacted me to offer me first dibs on his place if I liked it. I arranged to head over there, have a few beers, watch a hockey game, and tour the place.
Of course, I wanted more than that, but I didn't say anything, just agreed to come over and tour the place.
When I got there, he gave me the tour. It was a nice three-bedroom home, fireplace on the main floor, He'd turned what had been the dining room into his TV room and we settled in there to watch the game.
His TV room consisted of a long bench sofa opposite a big screen TV. We sat down and had a few beers as we watched the game. I started to notice that, as I was lounging - half laying, half sitting on the sofa, that he kept scooting closer to me. Recalling our camping trip, I thought something was up, but he wasn't drunk this time, so I didn't want to push things just yet. I did, however, test the waters.
I got up and went to the bathroom, when I came back, my belt was one notch less than it had been, so my pants were loose and maybe my zipper wasn't all the way done up. He noticed and I caught him eyeing my crotch.
Interesting I thought. We had another beer and I got up to "pee" again. When I came back downstairs the pants were hanging a bit lower still and the zipper even lower.
I kept this up for about an hour, each time I came down I'd sit on the sofa and lean into him so that, after that hour, I was nearly resting my head in his lap. He was very fidgety, I could see he was anxious and trying to get his crotch under my face but not knowing how to proceed, just edging closer to me, as I edged closer to him.
We kept this up, but I decided if he wasn't going to act on this, then I'd be have to take matters in to my own hands. The hockey game was nearly over, so I stood up to leave and said "I'd better go". When I did Barry grabbed my hand.
We were both older than we'd been in that tent, but he had grown into his age, his body was still lean, and I knew, covered in a light brown fur. And I still wanted him. But I didn't want to play games, I wanted to fuck like bunnies and not use the "I was drunk" excuse.
When he grabbed my hand, I looked at him and he simply said, "Stay".
I looked into his hazel eyes (he has amazing eyes), and asked, "why exactly would I stay?"
He said, "I thought maybe you'd spend the night, you could sleep in my bed, with me, it'll be warmer that way".
And then I knew, for sure, that our previous fuck wasn't just a drunken indulgence, he remembered it and he wanted to do it again. Only this time things were a bit different. I had grown, been with and dumped my bf of several years (a baseball player, more on him in another tale) and I knew what I wanted. Plus, this time, I was awake.
Taking the hand that held mine, I guided it to my now fully open zipper and placed it over my hardening cock. And let him feel my interest, he slid inside my pants and cupped my cock, but before I let him go any further, I asked what about Betsy (my niece)? What happens when she comes home and finds her father and uncle in bed together? Betsy was 16, at this time, and was pretty independent but still she was a smart girl, and I don't think she'd take too much time to figure out what was happening.
Barry was caught up in his need and said he'd just say I was too drunk to make it home, so he put me to bed. Barry was not a good liar. My apartment was a 10-minute walk, 20-minute stumble from their place but his hand on my cock was having an impact and I couldn't say no, not any longer. I let him pull my cock out of my jeans and my hard six inches popped out just in front of his lips. And was quickly in his mouth. He definitely did not want to let me get away.
At only six inches, I'm just the perfect size for him to take all of me and he did. His hands wrapped around my jeans-clad ass and he pulled me into his throat. I grabbed his head and held on for a few minutes, keeping my balance before I held him in place and fucked his face, balls deep, then out to the tip, then balls deep again. He was even better than I remembered, and I wanted to taste him again. Reluctantly, I pulled out and pushed him back on the sofa and pulled his pants down. He still wore bikini briefs, and those tight yellow panties were stretched to the max with his very hard cock pressing to be freed.
I slid my hand up under his tee and held a hand on his chest, to keep him still. I love the feel of his fur under my hand, and as I slid across, I could feel his nipples harden. I knelt and began to suckle on his cock through the tight material. My pants around my ankle, his off, we both still had tees on, and his underwear still strained to cover him, I lifted the material and with an audible slap, his cock smacked into his flat belly. I pulled his briefs down and off and focused on his balls. I love that they're small enough to get both of them in my mouth.
I ignored his cock and sucked on his balls, still tweaking his nipples under the shirt. The moan he let out, encouraged me to continue what I was doing. Then I lifted his legs and my tongue found its target. He jumped and bucked but I held him in place and continue to rim his ass, even slipping my tongue into him. I rimmed him for a good 10 minutes. Whenever he reached for his cock, I batted his hand away, that big monster was mine and he wasn't having any of it until I'd had my fill.
I pulled my tongue off of, and out of his ass and slipped in two fingers, then lifted up above his balls and took that hard, thick uncut cock into my mouth. It had been years and I'd gained some skill, so I could just about manage the full 9 inches at this point. And, so I did, sliding the skin back with one hand, I first licked the tip, then around the head, then sank down onto his hard cock.