My New Friend Pete

Pete and I began talking almost every day. We'd keep each other up to date with what was going on in our lives. Our friendship was growing stronger. For me, it was nice to have a new friend, but it was also strange considering he was 20 years older than me. Although, the dirty half of my mind loved having an older man show me the ropes.

A few weeks had passed since we first met and I was anxious to see him again. I could tell he was anxious to see me too. We thought we might meet again for another outdoor encounter but it seemed risky to keep doing stuff like that. I certainly couldn't have him over at my house with my family always home, but he told me that he could have guests over whenever he wanted since his roommate recently moved out. He said he could pick me up and have me over for the weekend.

"We can just hang out and have some fun." He continued his persuasion until I agreed.

So, on Friday, I packed my bag for the weekend and waited for him to come get me in the black Cadillac. He pulled up to my house and I got in. Again, he was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, clothes that would be easy to take off later.

It wasn't a short drive to his house, about 45 minutes. We chatted about sports and our summer plans. I told him the college I'd be going to in the fall was a lot closer to where he lived, only about 15 minutes or so.

"Then you'll be able to come and stay over more often" he replied.

I smiled at that thought, being able to get away from school on the weekends to have some fun. We got to his house and he showed me inside. I dropped my duffel bag inside the door and Pete immediately offered me a beer. We took our drinks outside to the back porch and sat down to enjoy the weather.

"I can't stop thinking about the last time we met," he said. "Me neither" I replied.

We talked more and more about it and how hot it was to be doing all of that, in the great outdoors of all places. He told me I didn't seem as nervous as he thought I'd be for my first time. We commented on each other's bodies a bit. I told him how hot he was and how I loved his hairy chest and cock. He told me he loved the thickness of my cock and how badly he wanted to suck it again. All of this adult conversation got us a bit hotter than we thought so Pete invited me inside.

"I have the air conditioner going in the bedroom if you want to go in and cool off." He said it as more of a question but I knew he was suggesting it more than anything.

I followed him up to the bedroom, he had the AC going and the blinds shut so it was dark. I sat down on the bed and he came up in front of me and took my shirt off, then his own. He pushed me down so I was on my back and crawled on top of me and started making out with me. I was loving every second of it. His tongue continued his exploration of mine and he even began kissing and sucking on my neck, trying to give me a hickey. I rolled him over so I was on top of him. I began feeling my hand around his crotch, rubbing on his hard cock through his shorts.

I got up and pulled his shorts down and began stroking his hard cock, he began moaning a bit, clearly wanting more. I made my way down in between his legs and put my lips to the tip, moving my tongue in circles around the head. He started squirming. I was surprised at how sensitive his cock was to every touch. I worked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and again, after a short while, he shot his load down my throat. For my first time tasting another man's cum, I was pleased with the taste. It was sweet and it left me wanting more.

He returned the favor by putting my thick cock in his mouth. He had a smaller mouth so he had a harder time fitting it all the way down but once he did, he began to work his magic. His tongue explored every inch of my cock head and shaft, leaving me moaning helplessly as he pleasured me. After a few minutes, I shot my load in his mouth and he lapped up every bit of it. We both laid there, half-naked and satisfied until we both fell asleep for a short nap.

I woke up and checked the time, we had slept for about an hour and a half. I rolled over and Pete wasn't there. I walked downstairs and he was outside at the grill cooking some burgers and sausages for dinner. I grabbed another beer and we sat down and ate.

"You give good head" he muttered out of nowhere.

I commented on the taste of his cum and he replied with the same compliment. I wasn't surprised as I had tasted my own cum before and knew that sweet was good. After dinner, we cleaned up and decided to watch some TV. On the couch, he began kissing me again, his hand rubbing my rock-hard cock through my shorts, then he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"I want you to fuck me," he said. "I know it's your first time but I want you so bad, I can't stop thinking about it."

To be continued...