"I swear they're gonna fall through my ceiling!"
That first noise jarred me awake then, after the second one, I couldn't get back to sleep. It sounded like one of them jumped off of the bed up there and then landed on the floor.
Ever since they were in middle school, they always wound up horsing around and usually breaking something. I wonder what got broken this time?
I quietly got out of bed, so as not to wake Jean, and made my way upstairs.
"They still wrestle around? You think they'd grow out of this shit." I thought as I put my hand on the doorknob to my son Billy's room.
I opened the door and yelled out a, "When the hell are you guys--" when I received the shock of my lifetime.
On the floor was my son Billy with his dick hanging of his zipper and his friend Ken on the floor next to him, both of them passed out cold.
I was trying to make sense of the scene, when I looked over at the floor and saw one of my bottles of Schnapps sitting there. Those little fuckers stole from my basement bar!
I picked the bottle up from the floor and noticed that they nearly finished it. I'd probably had that bottle since the 60's and, truth be told, I forgot I even had it. But the hangovers they were going to have tomorrow? The thieves deserved it.
As I kept staring down at the two of them, with Billy all dick to Jesus, I wondered how they ended up like this.
My mind wanted to be logical, "I bet Billy took a piss in the bathroom, forgot to zip up, and then flopped down on the floor. That's probably what happened."
But I wasn't so sure.
I put the bottle back down on the floor and kicked Billy's leg to wake him up. I thought, at the very least, he'd notice that his dick was out and would put it away before Ken saw it.
I kicked his leg again. Nothing. My kid is stone cold, passed out drunk.
Then I looked over at Ken, who was still asleep, and saw his tongue come out and lick the side of his mouth before giving a small smile.
Did Ken blow my son? No. No way. My son loves girls! He's been crying over Aria for weeks!
We've known Ken since he was a kid, "Lil Kenny" as we called him, and he always came off as a little "sweet" to me, but he had also brought girlfriends to the house before. He was a sweetheart of a kid then and has always stayed that way.
Maybe they were so drunk that they didn't realize what they were doing.
Maybe they got horny and were so drunk that they thought, "A hole is a hole", you know?
As I look at Ken, I saw a shine under his lower lip. Was that Billy's cum? I didn't want to know, but felt like I just had to know.
I walked over to Ken and knelt down by his head to inspect his face and, sure enough, there was a little bit of cum under his mouth. And that liquor breath? Wow! I really can't believe that they drank that shit.
Just then, I'm startled as Ken stuck his tongue out and licked up the last of the cum, followed by another smile that faded off as he fell back into his drunken deep sleep.
So, Ken was a cock sucker.
And he sucked my son's cock tonight. Wow. Was this the first time? Probably. Or probably not.
I never thought about this a day in my life before now, but at that time I imagined Ken on his knees, his chubby cheeked, baby face with his mouth open and tongue out, begging to be fed a dick.
Crazy.
I knew that it was going to take me a while to process all of this.
I stood back up from beside Ken and walked for the bedroom door when I felt a cold draft at my crotch. I looked down and realized that my dick was sticking out of my boxer shorts, and it was fully erect!
I wasn't turned on by the thought of Ken blowing my son, was I? What in the hell is wrong with me?
But then, I realized that was turned on by the thought of Ken blowing me! My thoughts had now gone into imagining Ken's chubby cheeked, baby face now looking up at me, with a mouthful of my hard dick.
I reached down to put my dick back into my boxers when I felt that it was harder than it had ever been before! Like a length of steel pipe! And I didn't even take one of my little blue pills tonight!
I must've been admiring my dick a little too much because I nearly jumped out of my skin when Ken got up from the floor and walked to the bathroom.
I dove into the closet in one fast leap from the bedroom door, but I don't think he heard or saw me.
The sounds of Ken taking a piss in the bathroom with the door open, echoed throughout the whole bedroom. I know I should've just made my way out then, but I was lost in that sound, as well as, the feel of my dick.
Fuck, was I jerking off right now?!
I was. And I still couldn't believe how hard my dick was! As I gave it long, firm strokes, Ken came out of the bathroom. When I looked back into the bedroom, I saw him wobbling a bit and almost falling.
That when I realized, his pants and underwear were down around his ankles.
He took another hard stumble and almost kicked Billy in the head when I decided to run over and grab him. I didn't need him falling down onto my sleeping son or tripping and nailing his head on the desk.
I placed my hands on both of his shoulders from behind him and started to guide his stumbling walk over toward the bed. And with his pants around his ankles, I felt the tip of my still rock hard dick poking him on his ass cheeks as we walked.
I got Ken to the edge of the bed and as he put one knee up, he fell forward, face down, with his ass up. When I stepped back, I couldn't help but take in the sight of his little pale white ass glowing in the moonlight coming through the window.
Ken's ass was as hairless as can be, and it looked so smooth and firm. I slowly reached out and placed both of my old calloused hands on this incredible little ass. It was as smooth and firm as it looked and when I squeezed each ass cheek a little harder, Ken's ass crack opened up and showed his little ass hole to me.
I knelt down to get a closer look and I saw that his ass hole had a little bit of hair on it and it trailed down to his mostly hairless balls. And right behind his balls was what I can only describe as a "cute" dick.
It wasn't a big dick, but it wasn't small either. I was just this chubby, medium sized dick with nice round head. Just plain cute. I would think it was enough to make a girl happy without any complaints and that, given how many girlfriends I've seen him with over the years, it works for him.
But, at that moment, I couldn't focus on that cute dick. I couldn't stop looking his little ass hole.
I finally broke the small spell his ass seemed to have on me and stood back up. Once I made it back to completely upright, my dick head lightly poked Ken right on the button. He lunged a little bit forward and shimmied his hips.
I looked around the dim room in a panic. What if he woke up and not only found himself bare ass out, but also saw me behind him with my dick out? That would be bad!
That was when, a small whisper broke though my racing thoughts, "Please be gentle Mr. Charles..."
I looked down and saw Ken looking back at me with that cute, chubby cheeked face, "I'm so glad my first time will be with you."
Was he awake this whole time? Was he faking drunk? No, I smelled his breath earlier during that cum inspection, and his walk to the bathroom and back would've been hard to fake.
Once again, my racing thoughts were broken by Ken backing up and placing his ass hole directly on the head of my dick again before wiggling his hips.
I whispered back, "Your first time?"
"Yes. Please... gentle."