Kevin's Father

100% fiction!

Kevin and I were friends from our high school days, way back in the 1970s. We both met for the fist time when Kevin joined our school at the age of 20. I was 18 then. We were quite a contrast in our appearances. Kevin was tall, muscular but lean, dark brown in color with kinky, short hair that indicated that one of his parents must be of the Negroid race. On the other hand, I was a typical white skinned Caucasoid, with a skinny body, not very tall, with long golden-brown hair falling on to my brow, above my seductive blue eyes. Kevin’s chin sported a soft tuft of black hair that he did not shave. My face was hairless as was my entire body. Despite our contrasting looks, we were friends and there were some good reasons for it. Foremost was that we both were the oldest in our class of 26 boys and girls, who were all aged 18 years. Next was that we both lived in the same area, some distance form the school. The most important reason of course was that we liked each other and did not like being close to any of our other classmates, boys or girls.

That Friday evening, Kevin had suggested that we can practice basketball in his backyard. And so, at about 5 p.m., I cycled to his house that was two streets away. I was wearing my blue shorts and a yellow stripped T-shirt. I went up to the door making sure it was 2278 and rang the door bell. “Come in, the door is open” said a man’s voice from within. It must be Kevin’s father, I thought and opened the door timidly and entered the house. Kevin had talked a lot about his father, from which I gathered that Kevin adored his father. Once Kevin said that his father would do anything for him and so would he, for his father. Kevin had even described his father’s physical features and had once casually remarked that he was so masculine that any girl would fall for him, at the very first sight!

A short passage from the front door, lead into a large sitting room. As I crossed the passage, the sitting room came into full view. Seated on a single sofa at the right hand side of the room, was a white man in his 40s, clad in a house-coat that was fully open in the front. He was wearing only a white underwear and the rest of his body was exposed, but for the shoulders and part of his hairless chest. He held a small bottle of bear in his right hand and in his left, was a magazine. The man’s face was clean shaven except for a tuft of brown mush on his upper lip. A thick brown lock of hair fell on to his brow, much like on my forehead. As I entered the sitting room, he turned his face towards me and gave an enchanting smile that confirmed Kevin’s statement about his attractiveness to the opposite sex, and perhaps to the same sex, like me!

“Is Kevin at home?” I asked, standing in the passage and without proceeding into the room.

“ Oh yes” said the man “ You must be Kevin’s friend, Ed…….I am Kevin’s father……I have sent Kevin on a small errand……He should be coming any time now…..Why don’t you come in and be seated?” So saying, Kevin’s father waved the magazine in his left hand towards a double sofa that was on the opposite side of the room. I entered the Hall and sat down at the far end of the double sofa. It was then that I noticed the coffee table in front of the man. By his side, opposite to where I sat, was a large TV, in which was running some sort of a commercial. I could now see the front of the man’s body clearly. His chest was hairless—he must have been shaved it, I thought. His tummy was flat and his thighs long and hairless too. But his lower legs were somewhat hairy and his white underwear hugged a sizable crotch.
Kevin’s father must have noticed my gaze traveling on his torso, for he said:

“I am sorry to be dressed like this. Thank God you are not a woman.” So saying, he took a gulp from his bottle of beer, put it down on the coffee-table in front of him and asked me:
“How about something for you, to drink?”

I responded saying, “No thanks, I do not take alcoholic drinks”. Upon hearing me say that, Kevin’s father stood up with a smile, took off his house-coat, threw it on to the back-rest of the sofa on which he was sitting and proceeded towards the large fridge at the other end of the room, where there was also a round dinning table, with four chairs around it. I was intrigued by his action and had enough time to observe his entire body—to begin with, his front side as he stood up and then his back, when he went past me. I was struck by the height of the man. He must easily be six feet or slightly more and his shoulders were straight. He was not hefty, but had a tight muscular body. As I observed his back side, I saw a perfect triangle, with the broad end forming his shoulders that tapered down to his narrow hips, which the elastic of his underwear gripped tightly. His buttocks were rounded and strong, covered only partially by the white underwear and as he walked towards the fridge, swayed to his steps up and down, creating a slight tickle in my groin.

As he opened the fridge and bent down to pick up something form inside, I found the tickling in my groin spread to my cock that began to stir up. I did not want him to know that I was looking (gorging?) at his back, when he bent at the fridge. So, before he turned towards me with a can of coke in his right hand, I pretended to be watching the TV. In any case, he should be coming close to me to give the can of coke, I thought, and then I could delight in the full front view of his manly body! But I was thoroughly mistaken. He did not bring the can of coke to me, but went past me, straight to his sofa on which was lying his house-coat, put down the can of coke on the coffee-table next to his half-empty beer bottle and then turned round and sat on the sofa as before, facing me. His house-coat was lying on the back of the sofa and so, the man was practically naked, except for the tight, white underwear, hiding a full crotch that seemed to be a bit more bulged now, than at first (or, was I imagining?)!

“Come and sit here, we could get to know each other better,” said Kevin’s father as he pushed the can of coke a little to the front on the table, inviting me to go and sit on the hand-rest of his sofa. I had no choice except to get up and go over to him. I sat down on the hand-rest near his right arm and picked up the can of coke, broke open the seal and took a gulp. Just then, Kevin’s father placed his right hand on my right shoulder as he asked me:
“So, where does your father work?”

The touch of a grown-up man’s hand on my shoulder sent in my body a feeling like that of an electric shock. I straightened my back instantly as I answered: “He used to work for ‘The Wide Buckingham Construction Company’ before he left us. He is now no more. He died in an accident, an year ago.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that. You said that your father left you before he died. Do you mean that your mother and he were divorced?”
“That’s right.”
“So, who are all there at home, now?”
“Just me and my mother. I understand Kevin’s mother passed away two years ago.”
“That’s right. That’s what brought Kevin and me over here to this little suburb of Chicago.” Kevin’s father, by then, had moved his right hand to my right ribs and was gently caressing me there. The feeling I got was heavenly, as I had never been caressed on my back by any one till then. I began to feel a warmth towards Kevin’s father. As the two of us took gulps on our drink, I felt the bond tightening, as did Kevin’s father’s fingers on my ribs. Suddenly, Kevin’s father asked me a shocking question:

“Have you ever seen your mother naked?” In shock I turned to look at his face and his grip on my ribs tightened. He had a mischievous smile on his face and seeing the anger on my face, quickly put another question that was equally shocking: “…Or has your mother seen you naked any time recently?” I was about to say “NO” when the occurrence last week, came to my mind and I drooled a “N……o” slowly that made it sound a “yes”. Kevin’s dad was quick to notice the drag and immediately asked: “When was it?” I went through the incident in my mind, before answering him.

It all happened a week ago when I came into my room after my shower and was just about drying my hair, pulling out the towel I had worn around my waist. My mother had come into the room when I was drying my hair and when I took the towel away from my head; I saw her moving into the room saying: “Sorry. Do you have any clothes for the washing machine?” I thought that it was odd for her to come for them, as I always took my clothes for washing downstairs when I went for my breakfast. Nevertheless, as I hastily wrapped on my towel to cover my waist, I said that they were in the bathroom. She left after giving me a quick glance. I would not have recollected it, had it not happened the very next day, when my mother came into my room when I was changing clothes. I had removed all my clothes to put on my night dress, when I noticed mother standing in the doorway. As soon as I saw her, she said she came to see if she had left her watch on my chest-of-drawers and retreated hastily, downstairs.

I told these two incidents to Kevin’s father briefly and casually, as if I attached no importance to them. I had not noticed that his hand had by then moved to my right hip and his fingers were pressing the side of my stomach. When the pressure there increased, I chanced to look down and there was a definite bulge in his underwear. Before I could recover form the feeling the sight gave me, Kevin’s father said: “That is nothing unusual. Mothers want to see how much their sons have grown and sometimes spy on them unawares”. As I was feeling a bit relieved form this observation, I suddenly felt his right hand land on the upper part of my lap and there was a light grip. If he moved his fingers a few inches forward, they would touch my cock that was slowly beginning to harden! The feel of his hand on my thigh sent a shiver down my spine. And as I straightened my back, I was worried that my cock would betray its true state by producing a bulge in my crotch that would be difficult for me to hide. Kevin’s father then said:

“Next time if you spot your mother seeing you without your clothes, do not try to hide your body from her. She probably would want to see how grown up you are and how big your this thing is”. So saying he extended his hand from my thigh and placed in on my crotch. His fingers, feeling the hardened dick, squeezed it. He was looking into my face with that same enchanting smile and when I looked at him somewhat bewildered, even though I was anticipating this move of his, he winked at me and then suddenly got up and pushed his underwear down his hips, right in front of my face. Out popped the most manly and long, uncut penis with a long tantalizing, rosy head that I have ever seen. It was at least 8 or 9 inches long, smooth, hairless and strongly veined. Had I been an artist, I would have wanted to catch it in my hand and paint scales on its length and put two eyes on the side of its head. If his piss slit were to have been horizontal, it would have simulated perfectly, a ferocious snake. Kevin’s father noticed my gaze on his manhood and said:

“This is how a man’s cock ought to be. I wonder how big is yours? Never mind if it does not match mine. You are but a boy. Eventually, yours too will attain this size.” So saying, he took the coke can from my right hand with his left, placed it next to his beer bottle on the coffee table and then took my right had and place it on his cock. I gripped it instinctively and the warm flesh that my fingers enclosed, gave me an indescribable feeling of pleasure. A shiny drop of pre-cum appeared from his piss-hole and I looked up to see his face. I saw signs of pleasurable feeling there too. Kevin’s father said: “That’s right. You must feel it and see. Desire to have one like this. It will please all women and may be boys like you too!” So saying, he put his two hands in my arm pits and lifted me up. Then he embraced me tightly and I could feel his stiff cock hitting against my stomach. He kissed me on my mouth, my cheeks, my eyes and my nose all the time muttering: “My sweet boy, my dear friend, my wonderful darling……my special guest….my heart throb…”

My initial embarrassment disappeared and he pulled off my T-shirt and threw it on to the back-rest of his sofa, on top of his house-coat. I said to him softly:
“The door…. It’s unlatched”. As soon as I said it, I realized the mistake I had made. I had indicated to his that I have totally submitted myself to him and was willing to let him do anything to me.

“That’s OK… I have sent Kevin to get the car repaired at the garage and that is a far off place. He will not be coming back so soon. The moment I saw you when you came in, I had a great liking for you. That is why I asked you to come in and wait. Hope you are not angry with me?” So saying he kissed me again and again and his hands began to probe into my half-pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped its front and pushed it down my legs. He then put his hand into my underwear and pulled out my 5 inch long stiffened cock. He caressed it by pushing the foreskin backwards and forwards, a few times. Then suddenly, he sat down and took my cock into his mouth and started to suck it, while at the same time pushing down my shorts and underwear to the ground and making me step out or them. Standing stark naked, I put my right hand to his head and caressed his thick black hair. He got up and placing his two hands on my buttocks, lifted me off the ground. To keep my balance, I put my hands around his neck. My naked body was pressed against his bare body as he pushed down his underwear further and stepped out of it. Then, he took my two legs and put them around his hips.

Our hard dicks were dashing against each other and at times his long dick slipped below my crotch in-between my thighs. As he kissed my face, he began to move backwards, carrying me as a baby is carried by its mother! His right hand began to probe my bottom. His middle finger went in search of my ass-hole and he inserted it in and out, as he backed towards the dinning table, next to the fridge. When he came near it, he turned around with me still clinging to his hips and made me lie on the table, on my back. He lifted up both my legs and told me to keep them that way, for some time. He put his hand on my erect cock and whacked it once or twice before moving to the shelf nearby, from where he took a bowl and brought it to the dinning table. He opened the lid and I saw that it was a bowl of fresh butter! He dipped his fingers into it and took some and smeared it on his erect cock and then brought his hands to my ass, that was well exposed, and smeared the rest liberally, inserting his finger in and out.

Lifting my head slightly from the table, I watched him as he slowly came near. Hen then bent on me and kissed me. My erect cock was trapped in-between his flat, hard stomach and mine.
I felt his cock trying to enter my hole and soon it succeeded. He thrust it little by little watching my face to see if I was grimacing with pain. It slid in easily and he said excitedly: “That’s perfect.” He began to slowly push it in and out, as he did with his middle finger earlier, and in ecstasy I closed my eyes. I heard him mutter as he went in and out of me:
“That’s great….wonderful fit……great fuck…”
Then suddenly it all stopped.

I could feel his cock within me, but the movement had stopped. I opened my eyes to see what was wrong and I saw him staring at me, close to my face. His face did not have that enchanting, mischievous smile. Instead, it was serious and questioning.
“Someone must have been using you, I am sure” he said, “Or else I wouldn’t have had such an easy entry” and then added, “I must know who it is…Is it Kevin?”
The question stunned me. I marveled at his shrewdness and at the same time was frightened by the sternness in his voice. If there was no truth in what he had guessed, I would have merely shrugged my shoulders and treated the question as a great joke. But, I could not hide the truth. However, the implication, that Kevin had used me as his sex-partner, hurt me and I cried out: “No... Not Kevin.”

In saying that, I had once again foolishly played into his hands and inadvertently accepted that someone had indeed been using me. Kevin’s dad was quick to ask his next question:
“If not Kevin, then who?” All the while, Kevin’s father kept his cock within me, without any movement. I put my hand around his neck and brought his face close to me and whispered:
“Mr. Wilson, my gym master.”

A look of surprise came on to Kevin’s father’s face. He raised his brows once and said: “Oh…that fellow… that forty-year-old- bachelor whom I met the other day at the Parent-Teacher meet?” His rhythmic movement started again as he continued:
“So, that is how the bastard manages to maintain his bachelor-hood, eh? Getting himself relieved by fucking twinks like you?” So saying, Kevin’s father whispered in my ears:
“Does the fellow fuck like this…. like this……like this...” Every time he uttered the phrase, his cock went in and out of my ass-hole. I clung to his neck and said in a soft voice:
“I hate Mr. Wilson. I hate him form the bottom of my heart.”
On hearing that, Kevin’s father kissed me on my mouth and cheeks and said:

“I hope you don’t hate me. Don’t say you do. My heart will then break!” He kissed me repeatedly as he said this. Tightening my grip on his neck, I whispered:
“No. Not you. I love you dearly. I love you from the bottom of my heart. It is true, sir!”
“Really! I am so happy now. By the way, don’t call me ‘sir’; I am Dan…your friend, Dan. May be, you can call me even ‘Dad’!” He went on kissing me and then suddenly straightened himself and whispered: “O hell, I am Cumming.” So saying he put his hands around my body and held me close to him as he jerked his hip four or five times, shooting his load into me and then slowly let me down as he lay on my body. His cock was plugging my ass-hole and my arms were tightly around his body. We both were in great ecstasy, remaining in that position for a few minutes.