Joe froze as his father announced he was home. Frank wiped a blob of spunk from his face and realised the futility of trying to clean himself up as he awaited their inevitable discovery. Their gym teacher, Dave, appeared to be the calmest of all, standing proudly in the middle of the room as though he belonged there. Not a word was spoken, although many suggestions raced through their minds, they realised that the scene spoke for itself and no amount of explanation would hide the truth of what had happened.
"Hi dad." Joe said weakly as his father appeared in the doorway.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw them, naked and dripping with a combination of sweat and spunk. An eloquent testimony to the evenings events.
"What the fuck?" He blurted in confusion, seeing, but not believing, what was before his very eyes - in his own house too, by God!
"Hi Steve." Dave grinned, giving Joe's dad a cheery wave. "How's it hangin'?"
"Dave! What are you doing here?"
"Id've thought that obvious." He said, his grin growing wider. "I came round to talk to these two about the game on Saturday and found them going at it like rabbits."
Joe smiled bashfully at his fathers disbelieving stare and nodded. How could he deny it? His face was coated in spunk and his semi-hard cock gleamed with juices.
"You won't tell my dad will you?" Asked Frank, nervous of his own fathers wrath.
"He won't." Dave stated confidently, walking over to Steve.
"Oh won't I?" He said, defiantly eyeing up the bigger man who approached nonchalantly.
"They were only fooling around - just like you did once upon a time - or is your memory as long as your dick." Dave said.
"You're kidding!" Joe exclaimed, looking at his father in a new light.
"Shut up." Steve warned, threatening Dave with clenched fists.
"He must've been about your age Joe." Dave said, giving him a friendly smile as he sat on the edge of the sofa. "You know he used to be a useful rugby player, right?"
Joe nodded, glancing at his friend who moved to sit more comfortably in the chair. He scooched across the floor to sit between his legs and listened attentively as Dave went on.
"Well, he and I were in the same team and trained twice a week together."
"Don't do this Dave."
"That's not what you said back then." Dave grinned, cocking an amused eyebrow at his old school friend.
Steve remembered all too well what he'd said back then, walking home through the woods after practice: "This stays between us, right?" He'd said before taking Steve's cock in his mouth for the first, but not the last time.
It had started with a challenge; a pissing contest that Steve had won by splashing a tree which he didn't manage to reach. He'd given him the same cocky grin he was wearing now as he told the two teenagers about their illicit tryst in the woods, when he told him to suck his cock as a forfeit. Damn him! He hadn't forced him to suck it though, Steve had wanted to. His beefy balls still looked capable of churning out a good load too - not that he'd swallowed any on that first occasion - No way! He'd been impressed, and aroused, at the sight of his juice spurting through the air though, jerking himself off as he watched Steve cum over his shoulder and on his chest, using some to slicken his own cock. Dave had begged him to shoot it in his mouth, kneeling as he stood to oblige, jerking off hard and fast until his spunk flew straight down his throat. He'd been ashamed that his first blow job had come from a guy, but he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed the sensation of Dave's lips caressing his spunking cock, or the fact he'd been licked clean with obvious pleasure.
"I'm not gay." He'd said firmly, putting his cock away quickly.
"I guess I am." Dave had retorted, eyes glinting with mischief. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Of course not you dipshit. How can I after this!"
"Same time next week?"
Steve had thought it over, decided there would be no harm in their conspiracy and, for nearly a year had met in the same place at the same time to explore the various pleasures of oral sex. Then he'd met his future wife (the bitch!) and he'd forgotten all about it - until now.
Now his son, of all people, had discovered the truth. He looked at Joe and nodded, tears of shame coursed hot trails down his cheeks like Steve's spunk had done so long ago, reminding him again how it felt.
Joe felt like a Christian who'd been thrown to the lions and discovered they were pussy-cats! He looked up at Frank who gave him a knowing smile and said, "all this talk of sucking cock is getting me horny."
"Show dad your party-piece." Urged Joe, twisting round to encourage his friend.
Frank needed little encouragement to do that anyway and leaned forward, spreading his legs over the arms of the chair to pull the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Dave whistled appreciatively. "Now that's something you don't see everyday, eh Steve?"
Joe's father had never seen anything like it and could hardly believe his eyes, especially when his son crawled between Frankie's legs to help stimulate the enormous cock, licking round the base and sucking on his friends balls.
"It takes you back, don't it?" Dave said, suggestively stroking his thick cock.
"I don't do that stuff anymore." Steve said tentatively.
"Oh yes, i forgot. You're married now." Dave said, sliding to his knees before him. "How's the wife?"
