In high school, I had the biggest crush on my best friend's dad. I did everything I could to tempt him. I took my shirt off every chance I got when I was around him. I even went as far as to buy bikini briefs to strut around in when I slept over. It was just us guys since Johnny's, my best friend, mom divorced his dad and moved away for her job.
I think I was more upset over the divorce than Johnny. After all, if he were to live with his mother, my time trying to get into Mr. Brown's pants would be wasted. Luckily the divorce was amicable, and they agreed to let Johnny finish his schooling with his friends. That's when I stepped up my game.
After all, Mr. Brown needed comfort. Comfort I was all too willing to give, though he didn't seem to take notice of my willingness. About the only thing I didn't do was crawl into his bed at night. I knew in my heart he wouldn't have kicked me out. I knew Mr. Brown really swung my way. I saw his eyes devouring my lean body, and the way his voice cracked when he saw me in those sexy briefs.
After graduation, Johnny went to school near his mother. I went to a local college. I wasn't the jock Johnny was. Yeah, I played baseball and ran track, but that was more so I could scope out the guys in the locker room, I really wasn't into sports like that. It did give me a long lean muscular body that I kept in check in the university gym.
Every time Johnny sent me a text, I would remember his dad. Mr. Brown was the one that got away. He was totally rocking the dad bod before anyone had named it. He had this slight graying to his temples, permanently brown skin from his time in the Navy. I know he hit the YMCA to stay in shape, and tame his slight belly, but for me he didn't have too.
Sophomore year, Johnny and I messaged less and less. I also came out and was humping anything that gave me a second glance. It wasn't unusual for me to miss class because some frat boy wanted to suck me off in a bathroom, a TA wanted to have a quality discussion with their mouth full of my dick, or a professor wanted to know what it was like to be bent over their desk.
I was five foot eight, toned and tanned. I let my chestnut hair grow a little shaggy, so it gave me that school boy innocent look with my amber eyes. The thing that drew the boys, and men, in was the bulge in my shorts. I was blessed with eight inches of pure bottom pleasure and bull balls that cried out to be emptied as much as possible.
Spring break was coming up. Johnny was coming to visit his dad and I was looking forward to it. It was mainly so I could shamelessly flirt with his dad. I understood his hesitation when I wasn't eighteen, but I was nineteen going on twenty five with my sexual prowess. So when Johnny sent me the text he wasn't coming two days before Spring break because of some stupid paper he had to get done, I was totally bummed.
I hadn't made any plans to do anything else. It wasn't like I had the funds to do it anyways. I ended up doing the one thing I never did. I went to the local Gay bar to see what was exciting about it. Girls were always trying to get me to take them to one. I got enough action without going to one, so I figured it was a waste of my time. With my cornucopia of ready and willing bottoms out of the picture for the week, I decided to chance it.
I was glad I did. I was there an hour, bored out my mind and about to leave when I saw Mr. Brown come in. I faded into the crowd, eyeing him, making sure it was him, but I knew that cute little ass anywhere. I watched him order a drink and walk around the crowded club. I followed.
I saw him talk to a few guys, so I knew it wasn't his first time here. There was no chance he was going to pull off the, "this is my first time here," or "I'm here for a friend" story. I waited till he went back to the bar to refill his drink to make my move. I wanted him away from his friends. I didn't want to embarrass the guy, nor did I want him looking for them for support.
I moved through the people like a shark homing in on his prey. Mr. Brown had his back to me, with people on either side of him. I saddled up beside him, my body pressed close to his. My hand moved down to his ass, cupping his firm butt. He jumped with surprise then turned his head with a smile to see whose hand was on his ass.
That smile turned to shock. I grinned a toothy smile. I leaned in, putting my mouth next to his ear so I knew he could hear me over the thumping of the music. "Hi, Mr. Brown. Remember me? It's Zack." I flicked my tongue against his ear to show my intent. I pulled my head back, the cockiness pouring off me like bad body spray.
Mr. Brown just stared at me, a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't move away, nor did he push my hand off his ass. I squeezed his cheeks harder, pulling him against me. My cock was lengthening. I knew he could feel against his leg as it slowly snaked down mine. I wanted to take him right then and there, but I knew better.
"Zack, what are you doing?" He finally asked when he found his voice. He tried to move away from me but I held on tight. I saw his face was flushed red with embarrassment. It wasn't that he was here, it was that I was. "Zack, let go of my ass." His voice had no force in it. "Please, you're embarrassing me."
I leaned in again. "I'd let go, but then everyone will see how hard you made me." I heard the hint of a moan escape him. "Those squats at the gym are really paying off." I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. I made sure to brush my fingers over his own excitement. "Unlock it so I can give you my number. Then I'll leave you to brag to all your friends that you got some hot studs number."
I took the phone from him the moment he swipe it opened and called my number so I had his too. "There." I locked the phone and pushed it into his pocket. I left my hand in there, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants. "I'll come over tomorrow around noon so we can catch up." I squeezed his cock for emphasis. "Have a good night, Mr. Brown."
I pecked him on the cheek before releasing both his cock and ass then walked away, heading out of the club. Once outside, I sent him a text with one of the many pictures of my dick I had on my phone with the caption, "You're going to look good riding this." I knew the message was going to fluster him, but I didn't want to leave anything to misinterpretation about my intent. I was getting that ass.
I didn't get a response back. I didn't expect one. It was everything I could do not to bust a nut before I fell asleep. I kept thinking of Mr. Brown staring at my dick pic. My cock was crying for release, but I wanted to save every last drop for Mr. Brown. I wanted my sexual palette clean and ready for the sexual buffet I was going to have.
Saturday morning I woke up and sent another picture. It was of a pair of white bikini briefs I used to wear. Along with it, I sent the message. "I'll be wearing these when I come over." I still didn't get a response, but I knew he got it. I went about my morning business, eager to head over Mr. Brown's house.
I went to the gym, got my muscles bulging for him and my testosterone flowing. I had to look good for Mr. Brown. This was going to be our first time, the first time of many if I had my way. I would have to get used to calling him by his first name, Alvin, instead of Mr. Brown. I could make that adjustment.
I was a little early for my "date" with Alvin. I didn't think he'd mind. I knew deep down that he was just as eager as me to get down to the down and dirty. He wouldn't admit it just yet, but he would. His car was parked in the driveway so I knew he was home. I pulled up behind him and strolled up to the front door as confident and cocky as ever.
When I hit the door bell, the door almost flung open immediately. Alvin, I had to get used to that, was standing there. His hair still damp from his shower in one of his signature polo shirts and shorts. I didn't wait for him to invite me in, I just pushed in passed him. I wasn't in the mood to play whatever cat and mouse game he thought we were going to play.
I plopped down in the middle of familiar couch, spreading my legs so he could get the barest glimpses up my pants leg. "Hi, Alvin." I tested the name rolling off my tongue. I liked it. "So nice to see you out of the club scene." He just stood there, staring at me in disbelief. "You should shut the door, unless you want the neighbors to see. I don't mind, but you might."
He shut the door but didn't move. "Zack, I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but let me make sure one thing is clear. Nothing sexual is going to happen between the two of us." So we were playing cat and mouse. I wasn't in the mood for this game, but I was a professional at it. "What you did last night, and those pictures you sent can't happen again."
I gave him my innocent look. "I just want to talk, Alvin. Honest." I gave into the game, if that was what he wanted. I watched him tense up at my familiar use of his name. I patted the spot beside me. "Come on, sit down with me. Let's catch up." I watched the internal struggle rage on in him. I was setting the bait for my obvious trap, and he was willingly walking into it. "Come on, I don't bite." I left out the obvious sexual undertone. I didn't want to spook him.
"Stop calling me Alvin." He took a tentative step forward. I could see the tent in his pants that he hoped I hadn't noticed. I moved over a bit, to give him a safety zone. "I'm sorry Johnny couldn't make it to hang out with you this weekend. I knew you were looking forward to it." He sat down, trying to shrink his body as much as possible. "How have you been though?"
I stretched my arm behind him, resting my hand on his shoulder. The cat had the mouse, and there was no escape. "Horny, Alvin." I said low and deep, my eyes meeting his and conveying my intent. "I mean I'm young and full of cum." I adjusted myself with my other hand, watching him stare blatantly at my package. "You know I had such a crush on you in high school. I wanted to fuck you so bad."
He looked back at my face. "I'm a top." He said the words hesitantly, as if trying to believe them as he spoke. We both knew it was a lie, at least as far as me and him were concerned. "Zach, we shouldn't be doing this." I had him. He was already resigned to it. "I mean you're my son's best friend, and I watched you grow up."
