Seeing her name on the screen, for a moment I was afraid, maybe even guilty. A quick "It's my wife to Zach," as in be quiet Dude, I answered it while zooming into another room. It was ten o'clock, five incredible hours total since meeting Zachery, and about bedtime from her perspective. I answer "Hi Honey, just getting back from a last minute walk with Atticus," and heard her cheerful goodnight voice. In good time, I'd have quite a story to tell her, but for the moment, beyond pleasantries about her trip, I didn't really want to talk. I needed time to properly package this bombshell. I will tell her a truth, but you know it will not be the story you've just read.
She is a best friend, confidant, a liberal, highly educated, and a worldly artist. She does understand that I am bi, and has for years, but it hasn't been an acted-on in reality. It is just a repressed truth that we play with, talk about, enjoy in Literotica, and in porn. We've even played at pegging, with her so amazingly scary and pretty with a black studded leather harness and several different dildo options. The best is black for sure. Still our sex life is almost entirely oral, both ways, at this point. She is an unreal great cocksucker, and I do love her shaved cunt. It's art. Our most mutually satisfying thing is watching porn together and getting each other off, but aging and my changing needs are complicated. I don't have a clue how she will react to a soft cover story here, or what role if any she'll play in my future explorations. She of course will not participate directly, no three-way stuff, she's had bad experiences long ago. Maybe she'll want to watch. As I write in real time--I just don't know what I don't know. Could be a problem.
Right now, I was acutely aware that my friend, my man child lover, was likely up and about. I needed to see how he had weathered that savage breeding. I splashed water on my face dried with sweat, towed off, and found Zach in the kitchen looking quite awake and refreshed himself. "How did it go with the wife," he said, and added, "That was a pretty quick talk, but I had time to go to the bathroom, do a quick clean-up and was thinking about a snack."
"Totally cool, grab anything you like, I splashed-off myself and frankly mostly need a big glass of water." Then I added, "Zach, I'm dying to hear how you are after quite a session. And no I didn't say a word about it to my wife, just a short goodnight chat. I could make coffee if you like, but whatever you want, then let's sit down and talk. I'm missing you already!" I felt my cock jump with the recognition that barely ten minutes later I was hungry for my son, hungry to be his Daddy again.
"Actually coffee does sound great and I was going for some leftovers from our dinner," the happy, soft-spoken, thoughtful Zach, always so straight and capable with his communication. So there we were, both in the kitchen, a coffee pot brewing. As he turned toward me his thick bathrobe swung open, and there was that Black cock probably about half hard swinging right into me, or into my tied bathrobe. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful Zach, I could feed on that cock all night." I grabbed hold of it, my son's cock, handling it like a proper Daddy should. The weight was overpowering in my hand, I wanted to drop to my knees and service him in the fucking kitchen, but held back. "Son, you are unreal, best lover of my life, but let's sit down, have our coffee and savor the moment." Zach smiled that confident smile and said, "Yes Daddy, I agree, I am yours anytime, anyway you want me."
Minutes later, the place smelled of fresh brewed coffee and already having downed a glass of water, we sat down--Zach went first, almost mechanically to opposite ends of that red leather couch. Zach had his cup of coffee and a small bowl of that rice dish from dinner. I had coffee in my favorite cup, and while getting settled I roughed up the hair on Atticus' head to let him know I loved him too. My bathrobe was still tied, but my legs were comfortably open and my cock felt wonderful and semi-hard against the terrycloth. Zach's bathrobe was open as before, as I had instructed him a couple hours earlier. What an obedient son. His cock was hard as a rock and sat against his stomach as he nonchalantly chewed and sipped his coffee. It was a beautiful, comfortable, and now familiar scene. I'm sure we were both tired, but we were also as present as could be. I sipped on my coffee and just took it all in.
"So Zach, I think that was an amazing first for both of us. How is my son doing?" I needed to hear from him. He laughed and said, "God Dad, I never even imagined you were so strong, you had me pinned down, your hands on my wrists holding my arms forward while you just plain had your way with my virgin cunt. You dominated me Daddy, you wore me out, it felt like we were both coming steady while you pounded away for who knows how long. I truly lost all sense of time and reality. I was lost in your power and so glad to be. Is that the way you fuck you women in the ass? It was a whole new world for me."
"Zach, you are funny and beautiful, and because of that surprise call, I can tell you that we were both in another world for over forty-five minutes. And no son, I have never had that caliber of experience with any woman, though I have had a lot of female ass. I felt like you and I were flying, and that we were one single being, glued together, levitating, me fucking my Superman, my son flying through space. I was mostly out of my mind, a savage animal being purely animal. Somewhere in that delirium, I was specifically conscious of your butt jacking off my cock. What back muscles you have, a different feeling then when I was pounding. You arched your back and jacked my cock through orgasm after orgasm. Beyond that short description, the whole event defied description," I was through, nothing else to say, so I just felt good and sipped the best cup of coffee of my life. Time passed, we really didn't even need words. This felt so good, so we just savored it in silence for a minute.
I broke the silence. "Oh Zachery, what a darling son you are, can I get you another coffee? I'm going to have one, you don't need to move a muscle." "I'd love it Daddy," and he handed me his empty cup, and his now empty bowl as I passed heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cups of coffee, as I handed him his I leaned down and kissed his open mouth conscious of that cock slapped tight against his stomach. I resumed my position at the other end, but in that short walk I did untie my bathrobe, and my hard cock bobbed out. We sipped our respective coffees and enjoyed loving looks both ways. That I was so much older, and my pale white cock so much smaller, somehow didn't seem to matter. I was not remotely self-conscious. I was Daddy and Zach was my handsome Black son. I was proud my son had such a big cock. He had called me "fatherly" earlier, and now it was just obvious that our role-play reflected our true character and previously repressed sexuality.
"Daddy, can I please service your cock now?" Simple words, sincere words, mature and knowing words, from a son to his father. So exciting to hear. Now I was going to train my son, this magnificent new friend and lover, to properly service my cock. No other rules, it was just about vocalizing exactly what my cock needed. I intended to put Zach to work, working for come.
"Son, I'm going to freshen up in the other bathroom, have a few hits, then I'm going to put you to work in the bedroom." I said it in a very direct way, but as always it was delivered in a kind and caring way. "Fatherly" is the perfect word, and Zach already fully understood just who I am--and accepts me, even seems to love me. He always follows Daddy's lead. "I'll meet you in the master bedroom in about ten minutes," and I was off.
Freshened and a little high, I climbed on to the bed, bathrobe on and open. I propped myself up against the white pillows and began to stroke my cock, look at it, enjoy it, wondered at it being hard after the battering it had given Zach. Happy it was hard and ready for Zach. When he walked in, looking equally ready, I said, "Take your bathrobe off, then stand and present yourself to your Daddy. Follow my words!" Zach moved immediately, and so did my cock. My cock loved those words and that obedience. So there he stood, at the foot of my bed, in my all white master bedroom, white down comforter, same white Berber, and a white leather love seat--all surrounding and enhancing my Black son.
