Teasing Barry after all these years.

 

It had been a number of years since I’d seen Barry.  After the divorce, he remained part of the family but more like a distant relative, not someone I’d see all the time. But we would see each other, he was after all the father of my sister’s children, so he was around.

We never had the opportunity to repeat our night in the tent and I really, really wanted to despite what it might do to my sister, if she found out.

Eight years after our night in the tent, I was looking for a new place to live, and he heard about that through my nephew.  He was just getting ready to move out of his house and contacted me to offer me first dibs on his place, if I liked it.  I arranged to head over there, have a few beers, watch a hockey game and tour the place.

Of course, I wanted more than that, but I didn’t say anything, just agreed to come over and tour the place.

When I got there, he gave me the tour.  It was a nice three-bedroom home, fireplace on the main floor, He’d turned what had been the dining room into his TV room and we settled in there to watch the game.

His TV room consisted of a long bench sofa opposite a big screen TV.  We sat down and had a few beers as we watched the game. I started to notice that, as I was lounging – half laying, half sitting on the sofa, that he kept scooting closer to me.  Recalling our camping trip, I thought something was up but he wasn’t drunk this time, so I didn’t want to push things just yet.  I did, however, test the waters.

I got up and went to the bathroom, when I came back, my belt was one notch less than it had been, so my pants were loose and maybe my zipper wasn’t all the way done up.  He noticed and I caught him eyeing my crotch.

Interesting I thought.  We had another beer and I got up to “pee” again. When I came back downstairs the pants were hanging a bit lower still and the zipper even lower

I kept this up for about an hour, each time I came down I’d sit on the sofa and lean into him so that, after that hour, I was nearly resting my head in his lap. He was very fidgety, I could see he was anxious and trying to get his crotch under my face but not knowing how to proceed, just edging closer to me, as I edged closer to him.

We kept this up, but I decided if he wasn’t going to act on this, then I’d be going.  The hockey game was nearly over, so I stood up to leave and said “I’d better go”. When I did Barry grabbed my hand.

We were both older than we’d been in that tent, but he had grown into his age, his body was still lean, and I knew, covered in a light brown fur.   And I still wanted him.  But I didn’t want to play games, I wanted to fuck like bunnies and not use the “I was drunk” excuse.

When he grabbed my hand, I looked at him and he simply said, “Stay”. 

I looked into his hazel eyes (he has amazing eyes), and ask, “why exactly would I stay?”

He said, “I thought maybe you’d spend the night, you could sleep in my bed, with me, it’ll be warmer that way”.  He smiled coyly.

And then I knew, for sure, that our previous fuck wasn’t just a drunken indulgence, he remembered it and he wanted to do it again.  Only this time things were a bit different.  I had grown, been with and dumped my bf of several years (a baseball player, more on him in another tale) and I knew what I wanted. Plus, this time, I was awake.

Taking the hand that held mine, I guided it to my now fully open zipper and placed it over my hardening cock.  And let him feel my interest, he slid inside my pants and cupped my cock, but before I let him go any further, I asked what about Betsy (my niece)? What happens when she comes home and finds her father and uncle in bed together?  Betsy was 16, at this time, and was pretty independent but still she was a smart girl and I don’t think she’d take too much time to figure out what was happening.

Barry was caught up in his need and said he’d just say I was too drunk to make it home, so he put me to bed.  Barry was not a good liar.  My apartment was a 10-minute walk, 20-minute stumble from their place but his hand on my cock was having an impact and I couldn’t say no any longer.  I let him pull me out of my jeans and my hard six inches popped out just in front of his lips.  And was quickly in his mouth.  He definitely did not want to let me get away.

At only six inches, I’m just the perfect size for him to take all of me and he did.  His hands wrapped around my ass and he pulled me into his throat.  I grabbed his head and held on for a few minutes, keeping my balance before I held him in place and fucked his face, balls deep, then out to the tip, then balls deep again.  He was even better than I remembered, and I wanted to taste him again. Reluctantly, I pulled out and pushed him back on the sofa and pulled his pants down.  He still wore bikini briefs and those tight yellow panties were stretched to the max with his very hard cock pressing to be freed.

I slid my hand up under his tee and held a hand on his chest, to keep him still.  I love the feel of his fur under my hand. And as I slid across, I could feel his nipples harden. I knelt and began to suckle on his cock through the tight material.  My pants around my ankle, his off, we both still had tees on, and his underwear still strained to cover him, I lifted the material and with an audible slap, his cock smacked into his flat belly.  I pulled his briefs down and off and focused on his balls.  I love that they’re small enough to get both of them in my mouth. 

I ignored his cock and sucked on his balls, still tweaking his nipple under the shirt.  The moan he let out, encouraged me to continue what I was doing.  Then I lifted his legs and my tongue found its target.  He jumped and bucked but I held him in place and continue to rim his ass, even slipping my tongue into him.  I rimmed him for a good 10 minutes.  Whenever he reached for his cock, I batted his hand away, that big monster was mine and he wasn’t having any of it until I’d had my fill.

I pulled my tongue off of, and out of, his ass and slipped in two fingers, then lifted up above his balls and took that hard, thick uncut cock into my mouth.  It had been years and I’d gained some skill, so I could just about manage the full 9 inches at this point. And, so I did, sliding the skin back with one hand, I first licked the tip, then around the head, then sank down onto his hard cock.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, “don’t stop.”

Like I would have.

I kept at it, taking him deep, playing with just the head, wrapping my hands around his balls and tugging on them. Up and down his long shaft, my throat road that hard cock until he grabbed my head and said, “not yet, don’t make me cum yet”.

I lifted up and off of his cock, and it once again slapped against his belly, a string of saliva leaving a trail between his cock and my mouth. My fingers stayed in his ass and he ground into my hand, trying to get more of me into him.

“Let’s go upstairs” he said, and we gathered up our clothes and headed up to his room.

“Your turn” he said, as we stripped until we were both naked.  Barry is about 2 inches taller than me at 5’10”, so we’re a nice size match.  He took me in his arms and began to kiss me, first on the lips, then on my neck, then nibbling on my nipples. My nipples are a direct link to my cock and I started throbbing immediately. He continued down my body bypassing my cock to suck on my balls.  Unlike him, I have large bull balls in a heavy sack and they can take a little abuse and a lot of attention.  He sucked first one then the other and tried to get them both in his mouth but couldn’t quite manage it.  He lifted my legs and spread them and drove his tongue into my ass, it felt like a small cock, hard and insistent, as it penetrated me.

“Can I fuck you” he asked, and I said “Absolutely, you can"

We weren’t camping this time, and he had some lube and with his spit, I was well prepared, not to mention I’d had years of fucking under my belt now and there was no pain but oh my god, how full I felt. 

He sank into me, and laid his body on top of me, our chests pressing together and he kissed me while I rode that big thick beast of a cock.  He took it slow at first then amped up his thrusting until he was slamming into me and I could feel his balls hit my ass with every stroke.

He said, “I can’t hold out, I’m gonna cum” and without warming he drove home and deep inside my ass, he emptied his load. Panting and gasping for breath he kissed me and thanked me for staying.

But again, I’d had years more experience and I wasn’t anywhere near done yet, I let him slip out of my ass and then roll off of me and onto his back.  And I rolled onto top of him and grabbed the lube and fucked two lube covered fingers into him.  He said, “I don’t bottom, I’ve never bottomed”

"You're going to, tonight," I said, “I’ll take it slow”.

My six inches were rock hard and when my fingers weren’t finding anymore resistance and his moans filled the room, he asked me to fuck him.   I rose up over him, and placed my cock against his ass and pressed until my head started to pop in.  His hand hit my thigh, a stop signal and I stopped as he took a few deep breaths then his ass seemed to suck me in, as he relaxed onto me.

I had wanted to be in this ass since I as 14 years old and here I was finally buried balls deep into this man, the man who’d set my type, who defined my attraction in other men.  This furry fucker was riding my cock.

I would like to say I lasted hours but I was too excited and as I fucked him and he bucked into me, my cock erupted into him, pulse after pulse of cum filled him. Collapsing, exhausted onto him I kissed his neck, then slowly let my softening cock slide out of him. 

I went down his body and lifted his legs and licked the drippings of my load from his ass, then up again to kiss him and feed him my seed.

His cock was now rock hard again and he rolled me over and slid into my well lubed ass and fucked me slowly until we both came again.

Once again, we fell asleep with him still inside me.  This time he didn’t pull away.  He stayed with me, naked.  We woke up several times during the night and played again. We flip fucked twice more before morning.

My niece had left a message that she was staying over at a friend’s, so no worries about being caught.

The next morning, my niece still out, we fooled around again, we 69'd and took each other's loads in our mouths.  We fondled and played with each other.  For a man, in his mid 40s at this point, he was remarkably resilient with getting hard, again and again and again.  During one of those times, I took the time to measure and that’s when I confirmed he was nine inches. My sister has told me he was that big and I'd certainly all of those inches but never confirmed.   He was kind of proud to show off.

Reluctantly I dressed and headed home, I didn't shower and I could smell our sweat and cum on me the entire walk home.  When I got home, I jerked off again.  A little sore but well sated.  

Sadly that was the last time we played.  He moved to another city with his second wife (which is why he was leaving the house) and I only occasionally saw him.  Recently, they’ve moved back and I do see him more often but that spark hasn’t rekindled.  At least not yet.