Somewhere in Upstate New York, in the fall of 1978.
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Chapter One: Mom's boyfriend.
As was my custom each Saturday night, I made my way down the hallway toward my mother's bedroom after her light went out. Being quiet on my feet certainly helped in this situation, and as I stood on the other side of the door, I leaned against the wood while waiting for the sounds that were certain to follow.
Mom was on the other side of the door, of course, as she had been all of the 18 years of my life. The man who was with her was not my father, as my parents had gotten divorced about four years ago. For the last year or so, the man who had been seeing my mother regularly was Leo Pierce, and in recent months it had been the custom for him to stay overnight each Saturday.
My mother seemed to think that this would upset me for some reason, and the way she approached me about Mr. Pierce spending the night was comical, almost as if she was asking my permission. I didn't care; quite the opposite. I loved my mother, and wanted her to be happy, of course.
I also liked Leo Pierce. I liked him a lot, and it was for that reason that I found myself out in the hall every Saturday night, waiting for the sounds that would soon follow.
Tonight would be the more subdued version, because they knew I was home. The noises they would make, especially my mother's whimpering and moaning, would be muffled, almost like she was gagged or something like that. The bed would start creaking, and then Leo's grunting would begin. This would go on for quite a while, until he would groan, after which the room would get quiet.
I would hightail it back to my room at that point, at which my mother would come out of the room and go to the bathroom. By then I was back in bed, cleaning myself up while preparing to spend the night dreaming a sweet dream.
The best night was a couple of weeks ago, when I had told Mom that I would be spending the night at my friend Doc's. When I snuck back into the house after most of the lights had gone out, I was treated to the most incredible audio display that I could have imagined.
There was no stifling of emotions that night. My mother was loud and raunchy, saying the most nasty stuff imaginable, and screaming like a banshee when she came over and over again while getting pounded into the mattress from the sounds of it. I didn't have to go to the door that night - couldn't have - because they had left the door open and had the room dimly lit.
Instead, I stood at the top of the stairs, soaking it all in while wishing there was some way I could watch what was going on. They went at it for a long time that night, and I was drained in every way by the time I snuck back out of the house and went back to Doc's place for the rest of the night.
Tonight was quieter, but still quite satisfying for me, and just before my mother had her muffled orgasm, I was coming myself. Leaning on the door-jam with a sock slipped over my dick, I was popping a load while listening to the bed creaking and fantasizing.
Lest you think that I had some sort of sexual desires toward my mother, rest assured that was not the case. I love Mom, but I wasn't standing there stroking myself off while thinking of her. Instead, I was envious of her, because more than anything else in the world, I wanted to be the one in there with Leo Pierce.
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Chapter Two: Leo.
It would be safe to say that I was very attracted to Leo Pierce from the start, and I could understand why he was able to sweep my mother off her feet. He was a ruggedly handsome man who owned his own construction company, and was clearly not shy about working, given his muscular physique.
About 6 foot tall and probably close to 200 pounds, he was broad in the shoulders and chest, and while he might be carrying a couple of extra pounds, he was still in great shape for a guy in his late forties.
Leo Pierce was so different from my father, that it must have been a conscious effort on my Mom's part to find somebody who wouldn't remind her of Dad. Leo's skin was was much darker than my father's, probably from a combination of his ethnicity and from being out in the sun all the time
He probably outweighed my Dad by 75 pounds and was a half foot taller, with arms like Popeye. Leo was a hairy guy, at least in all of the parts of him that I had seen. His arms and chest were covered with a pelt of thick, black hair, which mostly covered the faint reminders of a couple of old tattoos.
All in all, Leo Pierce was certainly as manly as you could get, and while that's not to say that my Dad wasn't a man, it's safe to say that he was more the bookworm type. Short, thin and nerdy looking. That happened to be an apt description of me as well.
At 5'9" and about 120 pounds, I was only slightly taller than my father, and possessed many of his features. I had run cross-country during high school, so that made me a tad more athletic than Dad, but other than that, I was certainly my father's son.
So that night, my fantasies revolved around Leo Pierce, but on this occasion, my dream was interrupted just when I was getting to the good part, and that was where my imagination ended and this story begins.
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Chapter Three: A Rude awakening.
In my dream, I recall that Leo Pierce was in front of me, and I had knelt down before him. I had unbuckled his thick leather belt, and had coaxed his worn jeans down his legs. Now I was getting ready to take down his boxer shorts, and I was going to invent what might be found hidden in there.
Since I had no idea of what his cock really looked like, I made him different every time depending on my mood, and this fantasy was so vivid that I thought I could smell his manly, musky odor in my dream.
It was at that point when I opened my eyes, and with a start I realized that I was not alone. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to me was Leo Pierce. The light was on but at the dimmest setting, and after my initial fright I tried to figure out what was happening.
"What... what's wrong?" I stammered while getting up on one elbow and squinting at Leo while fumbling for my glasses.
"Nothing, Gary," Leo said. "Didn't mean to scare you."
Leo was sitting on the sheets, which had been around my knees, and I was embarrassed to be half-naked, with only my pajama bottoms on. It could have been worse, I thought to myself. I could have been naked.
I felt naked, and being so close to Leo like this was certainly having an effect on me. He was wearing only boxer shorts and a tank top, and he was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off that furry body.
"Thought we might have a talk," Gary said.
"Mom? Is she..."
"Sound asleep, through the magic of Lunesta," Leo informed me, which meant that Mom had taken a sleeping pill and would be out until dawn.
I understood that part, but the part that confused me was why Leo was in my room. He sensed my confusion, and with a gentle yet firm hand, he eased me back down onto the bed.
