Prior to our chance meeting very late one night in the hallway of our house, most of the times I had seen Mom's boyfriend were from waves we exchanged while he was in his car picking up or dropping my mother off on the several times they had gone out together. We had been introduced by my mother as well. With me starting college and working part time I wasn't around all that much, but I knew when Mr. Carle's car was there and Mom's door was closed there would be some noises happening.
The hallway encounter was far different from those however, because the balding little fellow behind the spectacles was, besides the glasses, as naked as the breeze as he exited Mom's bedroom, and less embarrassed than I was about it. Then again, as I tried and failed to make eye contact with the slight older fellow, it was quite obvious Mr. Carle had nothing to be ashamed of.
Dressed, Mr. Everett Carle was as nondescript as they come, a frail looking fellow in his fifties I had guessed. Wearing glasses that hinted at what Harry Potter might look like way down the road, his nebbish appearance almost made me look macho by comparison, and he seemed to sense and revel in my spastic response to his question, "Did we wake you?"
I hemmed and hawed in place, feeling more naked than Mr. Carle as I mumbled incoherently while my eyes bounced up and down from his face to his crotch.
"No. Er. Uh. Not really," I finally got out as he closed Mom's bedroom door behind him.
"Your Mom. She's a bit of a screamer," Mr. Carle suggested, something I hadn't been aware of before. "She did try to stifle herself but..."
Mr. Carle shrugged his shoulders as he took a couple of steps towards me although the bathroom between us was his destination, and that made what had gotten my attention and was responsible for the noises my mother had made earlier sway a little as he moved.
"Ellen's dead to the world if that's what you're worried about," Mr. Carle explained when he sensed I was nervous about talking to him like this.
I could understand that about my mother, and as I kept looking down at what was - while slender in girth - was easily the longest limp cock I had ever seen, I figured that maybe Mom wasn't actually dead but she might have trouble walking come morning.
"No, I..." I replied as I could feel the sweat beading up on my brow even though it wasn't warm.
"I've heard a lot about you Jimmy," Mr. Carle told me. "And from what I'm sensing with the way things are going between me and your mother, you might be seeing a bit more of me around these parts in the future. I hope that's okay with you."
I tried like hell to answer in the affirmative, and even though at about 5'9" and 150 pounds I was taller and heavier I seemed to shrink before him, this despite that his voice was more high pitched than mine.
"Were you headed in here?" he finally asked when I just stood there twitching nervously, and after I shook my head he smiled and before ducking into the bathroom he added, "Got to drain the lizard."
After standing in the hall and listening through the door as he pissed like a racehorse I went into my bedroom and ducked under the sheet, pulling off my boxers to wrap around my boner, but a light tap at the door interrupted me as I got my hand doing what it did best.
"Huh?" I mumbled as my door opened, and there in the doorway, still naked with the dim light from the hallway behind him making him look rather mystical, stood Mr. Carle.
"Your Mom suggested I try to spend some time with you - sort of getting to know each other a bit?" Mr. Carle said almost apologetically. "I know that doesn't sound like fun having to spend time with an old guy like me, but she said you don't have classes until late some days, so I was thinking after she goes to work sometime... say, did I interrupt something?"
"Uh," I responded as he looked at the activity under the sheet that he had seen before I had stopped.
"Something tells me that you aren't all that tired right now," Mr. Carle said as he closed the door behind him, and then he approached the bed smiling. "It's okay Jimmy. Why don't you pull down that sheet?"
My erection was gone, having been frightened into limpness by Mom's boyfriend's entrance but I was in a trance of some sort, hypnotized by the ghostly pale uncircumcised penis that swayed like a metronome as he walked. I was still in an awkward position on the bed when he got to me, and I guess he must have tired of waiting for me to do it so he tugged the sheet down and managed to get my boxers away from me.
"There. Certainly no reason for you to be modest," Mr. Carle commented as he looked at my equipment. "Now why don't you lay back down and relax?"
He eased me down to the sheets and then went to his knees at the side of the bed, his hand coming up to my chest and rubbing it gently, all the while giving me that smile that I cold see in the glow of the nightlight at beside.
"Is that your heart beating?" he asked as his hand rested briefly over it, and after I nodded he replied, "I'm excited too. I've been looking forward to this happening, even though I wasn't sure it would ever be."
"You seem older than your 18 years. You act so mature for your age," Mr. Carle suggested, although he might be the only one who felt that way, and then his hand went to the center of my chest to play with the tiny nest of hair that had begun to grow. "Not just mentally mature but physically as well."
"You're going to be a hairy young buck soon," he suggested as his fingers moved to toy with the hairs around my nipples. "I like that. Very much so."
"Does it bother you for me to speak of you like this? To explore your body as I am?" he asked after he nudged the arm closest to him up and ran his fingers through my pit hair, but I was speechless as he leaned down and kissed my armpit.
"It would be so exciting for me if I were to move in with you two as your mother has suggested. Sort of the best of both worlds if you know what I mean," Mr. Carle suggested while sliding his hand down my chest and over my slightly soft stomach, pausing at the timberline of my pubic hair. "Of course, that would depend in large part in how you felt about me. Right Jimmy?"
"You - uh - seem like a nice guy," I ventured as I looked down at his hand which avoided my dick which was coming to life because of his touch.
"I am, and if you let me I would love to be even more than that to you," he told me while his hand went over my thigh and down my calf to my ankle before slowly coming back up. "Hairy legs too. I love that, but I think I mentioned that already. Nervous me. Spread your thighs apart for me. Farther. A bit farther."
"My word," Mr. Carle hissed as his hand cupped my nuts, rolling them in his palm and kneading the sack. "You've got the balls of a bull, do you know that? Jimmy, you're so young and virile, I bet they are overflowing with your seed, aren't they? And look - you like them being played with don't you?"
I didn't have to look down but I did anyway and saw my cock beginning to rise, and within seconds it pointed straight up and then curled towards me as it got fully erect.
"That's a thick piece of meat you have there son," Mr. Carle said as he let go of my balls to trace the underside of my dick with his finger, and when he reached the cleft at the base of the head a pearl of cum oozed out to the tip. "Yes, nice and thick."
That was his way of nicely saying that the girth was way more impressive than the length of my tool, which was average at best, but as his fingernail kept gently scraping up and down the undercarriage of my dick and the bead of cum turned into ropes drooling into my pubes I didn't care about anything else but cumming.
"I could do this all night," Mr. Carle opined as he kept stroking and I started squirming, and before long my cock looked really angry, beet red and seeming to be visibly throbbing. "Would you like that?"
"That wouldn't be fair though," Mr. Carle concluded, and after he had me slide over on my bed built for one he knelt at my hip and grabbed the shaft of my cock in his fist.
