Readers, thank you for your comments on my previous stories. I really enjoy reading them, the different perspectives, the notes about my characters and their lives and adventures. Even when you relate a similar experience from your own life. It's truly a thrill that you take the time to write me a few lines, a long essay, a critique or encouragement. This new story is fantasy, like the others, with a theme and twist I hope you find refreshing. All participants are OVER 18. This is chapter 1, chapter 2 in this story line will be from Ben's point of view, a new perspective I think. Enjoy.
Joe's Story: Our Son's Friend
Inspired by: "Friend from College" by SimonBlue
"Turn the car around!" Ian, our son, cried out: Back to that airport!"
We had just picked his best friend from college, Ben up for a two-week vacation and "last summer together" party, at our place. the boys had both been accepted into the officer corps and were scheduled to start training in the fall, a few weeks away. Ian put his phone on speaker and Ben leaned in close:
"..Student has severe covid and his spot in the early class has opened up, if you can get to class by 8am Monday, you can start in his place..." the message continued. It was Sunday afternoon, a red-eye flight would just get him there in time. I made a U-Turn and we sped back to the airport, my wife Nellie searching for any available tickets to the Kansas training facility. Ben and Ian traded high fives and Ben promised Ian to FedEx his his clothes and necessities. These two boys were inseparable since high school, and they worked together as well as team mates in various sports as they did as friends.
At the airport, Ben ran to catch the last flight out, barely time to goodbye, but promising to tell us everything as soon as as he could, Ben put on a brave face, they had planned on starting training together, but there was only one slot opened. After Ian disappeared down the loading ramp, Ben turned to us and said "Well, I might as well go home, with Ian gone. Nellie put her arm around his waist and said "Nonsense! We had a great summer planned for all of us, you are family!" and walked him back to our car, doing her best to lift his spirits. We both knew Ben had a rough family life, and we always made every effort to welcome him into our home as a son.
Ben and Ian were best friends since high school, they were the best players on every team they joined, always pushing each other and in competition with each other, but it never got ugly, they were a team within a team, and led the squad to state, and regional championships.
They were both accepted into ROTC officer training, and had just returned from boot camp, we thought we had a few weeks while waiting for officer training to start up, again as a pair, but seeing they were separated was a significant blow.
"You don't need to sit home alone for the last part of summer, when you could stay with us!" I assured him. "I could sure use the help, Nellie would love to have you stay." I said, as we got back to the car.
"Well...I mean, if you are sure Mom, I mean, Mrs. Nellie would be cool with it," Ben replied. Ben used to joke that Nellie and I were his surrogate parents, to the point of calling us "Mom and Dad" as a kind of an endearing nickname.
"Oh yeah of course, she loves you like a son!" I grinned, glad to have the company myself. I had planned out our "last summer" father/son activities, and while this was an amazing opportunity for Ian, was glad we could salvage it for Ben. With Ian gone, we were empty nesters, not really looking forward to it.
Boot camp had honed the boys into young men, Ben had lost the boyish aspects of his face, his square jaw was more pronounced, his face more angular, and both boys had packed on muscle, losing the tall, gangling basketball-player look and really presenting themselves well, fit and sharp.
"Are you still single, Ben? Any news on the girlfriend front?" Nellie asked.
Ben blushed, "Yeah, haven't found that perfect girl yet, not a lot of women at boot camp!" he replied. Ben had this low, rumbling voice, even as a child, and now it was even lower and more, visceral. He missed his calling as a voice-over artist.
"You are such a ladies man in high school, between you and Ian there were no girls left for the other boys!" my wife said. I thought that was a little personal, especially for her, but I let it pass.
Once home, Nellie insisted Ben stay in Ian's room (not the guest room over the garage) and stripped the bed to wash the sheets for him. I opened a bottle of wine and we listed to Ben's stories of boot camp, the women he met on base (and off!) and other thing he and Ian did while away. He really was like a son, a brother to Ian. Nellie pressed him for his dating history, what girls he met and details, almost making him uncomfortable, until I felt I needed to step in and save the boy.
By that time, there were a couple of empty bottles laying around, and Nellie's questions were getting even too personal for my comfort. "OK, I think its time we hit the sack," I said, and gently escorted my slightly drunk wife to bed. She had definitely had enough to drink to lower her inhibitions and the conversation was starting to get into dangerous waters. We left for the master bedroom, careful to not fall on each other. Nellie was unusually affectionate, her hands roaming my body and we kissed while we walked like it was prom night. Once inside the door, I stripped off my clothes quickly and helped her get naked too, down to her panties, and has just jumped int bed when the dryer alarm when off. "Shit" she said, "I'll be right back, I'll just drop off the clean sheets, Ben can make his own bed."
My wife pulled back the covers and got out of bed, grabbing just a thin cotton robe quickly. I said "That's not very modest!" What would Ben think?
"I'm not gonna get all dressed up again just to go drop off his sheets, I'm sure he's seen his mom in her underwear before, and she's older than I am!" she said.
"Fine with me, if you give that kid a thrill!" I replied somewhat frustrated. I hoped she'd hurry back. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like a while before wife returning to our bedroom. She quietly closed the door and slipped into bed. The minute she slid her leg over me, climbing on top of my once-hard cock. She pulled off her rode, exposing her nice, firm tits, getting me back to fighting form in no time. She pulled her panties aside and helped guide me into her soaking wet pussy.
"You are dripping wet, what got into you?" I asked, curious but very turned on.
"Do you want to talk? Now? I'm just really fucking horny baby, fuck me, I need to ride your cock, now!" she commanded.
She started sliding up and down, her tight, wet pussy slipping up and down my dick, her breasts bouncing in the soft light, her breath desperate and ragged. She leaned forward and I kiss her, briefly, before she cried out: "Fuck me, harder, fuck me, fill me up." After a few minutes, I felt her body tense and shiver as she came on my cock, much faster than she usually does. Her orgasm was an incredible turn-on for me, always was, and rapidly pushed me over the edge. I felt my gut spasm and I came, filling her sloppy pussy with hot sticky cum. She was sweaty, flushed and satisfied, and slid off me and back into her usual spot, snuggling under my arm, panting like a puppy.
"Wow, Nell, what was that all about?" I asked, certainly not complaining. As I mentioned before, our sex life was good and she was no prude, but she rarely just attacked me like this, even after a few glasses of wine.
"I saw Ben jacking off. I heard the shower running so I guessed the bedroom was empty, and opened the bedroom door to drop off the sheets, then as I was leaving I heard a sound, and peeked into his bathroom."
I was stunned. I said, without thinking "You peeped on him, in the shower? He's Ian's age, we practically raised him!" To me, it was a serious taboo. Nellie shushed me, and said "He's a gown man, for goodness, not a boy anymore. Do you want to hear the rest?"
I said, "Go on...".
"He was facing away, I saw his right arm pumping away, then he turned and I could see him stroking a very hard erection under the shower, I knew I should turn away.." she said, drifting off into the memory.
"But I was frozen, watching him stroke his big, hard cock with that muscular arm, and pump his powerful hips." she said, grinding her hips into me, almost involuntarily.
I felt my own cock start to get harder.
She continued: "After a moment, I reached into my panties and started to masturbate along with him, I couldn't help myself!" She said.
"Then, he tensed up, every muscle in his body tight and flexed, and he came!" she said, almost in a dream state. Her pussy was grinding against my thigh ever more vigorously. I was fully hard now. She reached her hand over to my hard cock and started to stroked it in time with her grinding hips.
"Just then, I saw his cock get crazy hard and he started to shoot ropes and ropes of thick white cum over the shower door, more and more, he kept shooting!"
"Before I knew it, I came too!" she whispered, mounting me again. "It was so hot!" she said. "Should I be worried?" I Asked, in honest concern for our marriage.
"What?" she said, incredulously. "No! Honey, I'm a nurse, I've seen more penis' than you have, and in fact watched grown men orgasm and ejaculate from a prostate exam. And, I raised sons, (and washed his sheets and underwear!) so believe me when I say it was pretty clinical."
"Yea, but this time you said you came while watching him?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yea, I did" she admitted, grinning. Then feeling that my harness had returned, she grinned and got on top of me again.
She rode my cock until we both came again, then we fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day was surprisingly normal; Nellie made breakfast, Ben helped around the farm, we mailed Ian's clothes and personals out, and then we shot sheet, played frizbee golf, then a little fishing before returning to the house near sundown for dinner.
After dinner, Ian called and we talked about his first day, Ben was enthralled and peppered Ian with questions. Then, feeling the wariness of a long day, we all drifted off to bed.
Nellie and I lay side by side, I was slowly drifting off, when I hear the soft sound of water flowing and knew Ben was taking his shower. Nellie seemed to get restless and fidgety, so I feigned sleep and a few minutes later felt her slip out of bed.
A counted to 100 then silently followed her, I knew where she was going.
