Mister Red

Wally's Sleepover
The Boys' Stories

Eric's Story

I live with my old aunt because my mom couldn't keep me. After Wally's sleepover my aunt got a call from Mr. R. I got all nervous worried that he was telling her the stuff that happened at the sleepover. But when she was off the phone she told me to go over to Wally's place the next day because his dad had some clothes that would fit me. I knew my aunt didn't have much money for clothes or anything. But I figured I'd be embarrassed if I walked around wearing one of Wally's old shirts. It was just the kind of thing Tommy would tease me about.

It seemed strange to go over to my friend's house knowing he was at computer camp all week. It was the first time I would be alone in the house with Mr. R and somehow I felt nervous about that.

Mr. R took me upstairs to his bedroom and he had some boys' boxer shorts laid out on his bed. He told me he had bought them for Wally last summer, but now Wally had grown and the underpants were too tight on him. He said he knew that the other boys teased me about wearing tighty whities, so maybe I would like these boxers. He then told me to try on the underpants. He didn't want to give these to me if they didn't fit.

I took a light blue pair that was almost see through. I looked around and asked where I should go to change clothes. Mr. R said, "It's just us here, Eric. We're both guys. You can undress in front of me."

He insisted I take off my shirt so he could see how they fit on me (which didn't really make sense when I thought about it later). But then I was going real slow in unzipping my cut-off shorts and peeling them down. Mr. R was sitting on his bed watching me, and something about the way he was looking made me feel real creepy. At the same time I could feel my pecker growing and getting stiff. I tried to think of things that would make it go down.

Out of the blue he said to me, "I know you don't have a dad around. You don't have a man to talk about the changes going on with your body, Eric. Your aunt certainly isn't comfortable talking to you about these things, little buddy. In fact she asked me to show you about big boy stuff, and she doesn't want you to even tell her about anything we say or do here today. Understand?"

I nodded and he pulled me right in front of him. I was standing between his thick furry thighs in just my underpants. Since he was wearing shorts I could feel his hairy legs against my smooth ones. My hands were in front of the crotch of my briefs, trying to hide my boner locked in the white fabric. Now my pecker was fully hard.

He took my hands in his and pulled them to my sides. "It's OK, Eric. You remember me saying that when guys start thinking about their dicks or about erections, it's natural that they'll get a boner." Then he spread his legs so I could see the tent in his basketball shorts. He grinned at me and licked his lips. He was looking straight at my boner and I must have been bright red with embarrassment.

His large hands were moving up and down along the outside of my legs, touching the sides of my briefs. Then he pulled my white undies down and my dick sprang up hard. I mumbled, "It's not very… not very big, sir."

Then his hands were moving up and down my inner thighs, making me spread my legs a little further. When his hands came up to the top of my thighs I could feel his thumbs brush against my balls. "I think it's a very nice cock, sport. And the size is just perfect for a boy your size. Now tell me: what questions do you have?"

My mouth was dry. I had trouble speaking, but then I said, "H-how does a guy know if he's… ummm… doing it too much. Y'know… p-playing with it too much."

He pulled me down on his lap. I could feel something big and firm under my naked butt. First I thought it was something thick and solid in his pocket. Then I realized he didn't have any pockets and I was sitting on my buddy's dad's boner. He was bouncing me on his lap, bouncing me on his dick. His hairy arm around me was pulling me into his hairy chest. It was scratchy against my smooth skin.

Mr. R kissed me lightly on the cheek. Then he said, "Well, boys your age jerk off a lot. They get a lot of boners and can feel like they need release many times during a day. I'd just ask if you're jerking off so much it interferes with your schoolwork or doing stuff with friends." Then changing the subject he suddenly asked, "Do you shoot cream when you cum?"

I nodded my head and whispered, "I'm not sure if it's really cream… I mean, just kinda watery."

He pressed me into his hairiness and said, "That's cool. That means you're getting to be a big boy." Then he reached two fingers down into my white underpants and touched around the base of my dick. He said, "I feel a little bit of fuzz beginning, sport. Because you're blond your pubic hair won't show up like Wally's does. But I'll bet you'll have hairs really soon."

I was shivering and feeling strange. The side of his hand was touching my dick. I had jerked off with Wally and Tommy. But this was a big grownup man holding me on his lap and touching my junk. I looked down at the hair on the back of his hands.

Then Mr. R whispered, "Would you like to see my big fat hairy one, little buddy?"

I swallowed hard. I nodded unable to make a sound. He let me off his lap so he could stand up. I saw how much his basketball shorts were tenting out in front. He nodded to me, put my hands on the waistband of his shorts, and told me to pull them down. He didn't have any underwear on.

Wow. When his shorts cleared his dick, it popped up thick and straight in front of him. It looked as thick as my arm. I almost said, "I didn't know they got so big," but I still couldn't speak.

His voice got all soft when he said, "You've played with my son's dick. Now you can play with mine." He put my fingers around his fat cock. It felt hot to my touch. But his fingers were wrapped around my fingers and guiding them up and down. "You're 13. Every 13-year-old boy is an expert at jerking off." So I looked down at his cock and jerked him off.

Meanwhile he was feeling me up. There's no other way to describe it. Both of his hands were moving around my body, touching me everywhere. First he was rubbing at my nipples, then he was squeezing my butt cheeks. Then one finger was tracing up and down in my butt crack.

He was standing so close to me. His voice was very quiet as he said, "I know a way for a boy to get hairs and muscles sooner." I looked up eager to hear more. "You have to get daddy cream."

"I don't got a daddy."

"But you can have some of my cream, angel boy."

My mind was racing. "Won't Wally be mad if I get your cream instead of him."

"Then it's best not to tell Wally. And you certainly won't want to tell your aunt. Women don't understand about men bonding. Get down on your knees so you can see my cock closer."

I got down in front of him. One of his hands was caressing my face, and his other hand was stroking his fat cock and pointing it at my mouth. He rubbed the head of his cock on my lips and I could feel wet stuff. My tongue automatically came out and licked it off my lips.

"That's a good boy. Get all the daddy cream. Now work your tongue and your lips. Wrap your lips around my hard meat, boy. And try to get a little more in your mouth with each stroke." He was stroking the base of his cock, while the top half was in my mouth. "You'll be able to take all of it real soon, kiddo."

My eyes grew wide. Did that mean he expected me to do this more than once? Damn, I was sucking a cock. That made me a cocksucker.

"I know that you wanted this, Eric. Look how stiff your little dick is while you're giving me a blow job." It was true. I was all boned up. I had thought about guys when I jerked off, but I wasn't sure what that meant. I had just thought about being naked with guys. And I'd jerked off a lot thinking about that night Mr. R made the three of us stand naked facing the wall. But now I had a grown up cock in my mouth, and that was way further than my jerk off fantasies had ever gone.

Mr. R pushed on the back of my head and grunted, "Swallow it all, boy. Don't waste a drop." He was forcing even more of it into my throat and I was gagging. His thick dark bush was up my nose. I couldn't get his cock out, my lips were stretched to the limit around it. I felt the head of his long cock pulsate. Then I could feel warm wet stuff sliding down my throat. He commanded me to swallow, and I followed his order.

That's when I realized that having this big older man giving me orders was making me feel even hornier. I wanted to obey him. I wanted him to tell me again that I was a good boy.

He eased me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me, grinding our two bodies together. You may think I'm a real naive kid, but that's the point when my brain said, "He's having sex with me. He's really having sex with me."

"I've known for a long time what you were, Eric." Then he moved down and with one gulp took my entire cock and my balls into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl on the sensitive flesh. Then he had a finger pushing against my butthole. I grunted, "Don't," but he kept his finger there and said, "I know what's best, Eric. Just be a good boy." I tried to relax my cheeks to let his finger in, but it wasn't easy.

I didn't even last two minutes before I was shooting my watery load into his mouth. Then I was all out of breath and trying to pull away from him. But he wouldn't let me go. "Relax, little buddy. Just take a few deep breaths and everything will be fine." He was right.

Next thing I was laying in his arms and he kissed me right on the mouth. The way men kiss ladies in the movies. He pushed his tongue between my lips and then it was moving around against my tongue. And again his finger was at my butthole. I tensed my butt cheeks and he slapped them, once again saying, "Be a good boy, Eric."

"Yes sir," I whispered. "I wanna be a good boy."

Tommy's Story

It was a few days after the sleepover and I was goofing around in the park that's across from Wally's house. Y'see, Wally and Eric live a block apart, but I live more than 10 blocks away, so I get around on my bike. I'm in foster care, so I don't get much, but my foster mom had an old rusty bike that had belonged to her son so I was able to use it.

So I was in the park and I really had to pee. There's a totally disgusting men's room there and it stank bad and there was usually a bum in there acting pervy. I figured I'd go half a block to Wally's house and ask if I could use their bathroom.

I rang the doorbell and Mr. R answered, peeking around the door with his body behind it. He smiled when he saw me. I quickly explained that I really had to go and could I please use his bathroom. He let me in and I ran up the stairs. As I passed him I was aware that the man was holding a pair of basketball shorts in his hand, but he was standing in just a short pair of boxers. But I had already seen him in his boxers the night of the sleepover, so I didn't think much of it.

When I came out of the upstairs bathroom, Mr. R was facing me. He had a big tent in front of his boxers and he was totally rubbing it. He grinned at me and said, "I know why you're really here, Tommy. You wanted to see my dick last time you were here."

I felt real awkward and giggled because I was nervous. "I was just kinda showin' off and acting cool for the guys."

"It's OK, Tommy. All boys your age are curious to see what a big hairy grownup one looks like. It's natural."

I felt a little better. "OK, thanks then. Yeh, lemme see it."

"Two conditions, boy," He sounded stern now. "First, you can't tell anybody about anything that happens here. And second…" he chuckled to himself here. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

I took a deep breath and started undoing my belt. But he said, "Start with the shirt, sport. I want to see you naked from head to toe." I pulled off my t-shirt, then sat on the floor to take off my sneakers and socks. When my cargo shorts dropped to the floor I started to feel creepy about this. I remembered the stuff they taught us about dirty old men wanting to do nasty things to young boys. But, hey, this was the dad of my friend. I had pestered him about wanting to see his cock, and now he was only going to show me what I'd asked for.

It's just – it felt different being alone with this grown up man. I was all bold about wanting to see his cock when my buddies were there. But now I felt all nervous from the way he was looking at me and rubbing his boner at the same time. He stopped stroking his cock long enough to put both my hands on the waistband of his boxers. I pulled the underpants down and his huge hairy cock popped out. I had to step back. I thought it was gonna hit me. I couldn't look away from it. I automatically said, "No wonder Wally has the biggest one."

As I was concentrating on Mr. R's dick, he pulled down my boxers and my cock sprang up so stiff it was pointing up toward my face, flat against my tummy. He just grinned at me and said, "Well, you've jerked off my son's dick…" I looked up at him and brought my hand to his hard on. But it was so thick around I had to use two hands. It was fun feeling that thick thing between my fingers. And I liked touching all that hair around the base.

His hand went to my boner and he started to stroke me. His voice was soothing as he said, "A guy gets bored of the same old hand every morning and every night."

"Yeh."

"It's nice to have a coupla buddies who'll do it for you."

I nodded my head. His body kept coming closer to mine so that I felt his hairy chest press against my smooth one. He gripped my cock and pressed it against his cock. Then with one strong hand he was jerking us off together. His other hand was touching me up all over my body. He especially kept touching my butt, which made me feel weird.

Then I started to shoot my wad. I tried to pull away from him. I know how the feeling is. Right after I cum I get all embarrassed and sort of ashamed. But Mr. R wouldn't let me get out of his grip. He was holding me around with one hand and still holding and stroking my cock in his other. My cock felt too sensitive for this continued rubbing, but he wouldn't let up.

That's when his fat cock started to shoot cum all over my chest. Some of it hit me on the chin and almost got to my mouth. How gross would that have been? The hand job had been real nice. But now I just wanted to get away.

Feeling the man's sperm on my chest and face, I started to think that maybe Mr. R was one of those boy-loving men they had warned us about. I know it was just jerking off, and I do that with my buddies all the time. But it felt different with this grown up man.

He used his boxers to wipe the sperm off my body. When I got out of his grip I started pulling my clothes on right away.

"And you'll keep your word? You're not going to tell anybody, right?" he said sharply.

Damn, this was so embarrassing I couldn't imagine ever telling anybody about it. I promised and got out of the house. On my bike ride home I debated what had happened. It felt good. It was naughty and that's part of the reason it felt so good. But I figured I should just avoid being alone with Mr. R. Next time I would just pee behind a tree instead of going to Wally's house when Wally wasn't home.

Wally's Story

My dad's been acting strange lately. But things got stranger around his condo after my sleepover. I was pissed off at him because of the punishment he gave us – making us stand naked facing the wall and then dressing us in the briefs that were too tight. When I tried to get my hard dick into the briefs I shot my spunk right there in front of my dad and my two best buddies. It was the most humiliating moment of my life.

But right after the sleepover I had computer camp and that took up all my time. I was too exhausted at night to even talk to my dad about anything. The next weekend after computer camp was over I was trying to forget about the whole embarrassing incident. I was walking around in just my boxers, because that's how my dad insisted we both dress. Dad was sitting on the couch in his boxers and pretty much ordered me to sit down next to him.

He blurts right out, "So you came in front of your buddies when you pulled up those tight briefs. How is that embarrassing for you?"

"Da-a-a-ad!" I groaned.

"Those buddies have seen you with a hard on. I know you've compared dicks with them. And since I know you've jerked off together, they must have seen you cum. So what's the big deal."

I repeated my groan. I wondered how my dad knew me and my buddies had jerked off together? I didn't think I ever told him. Did I say something that gave it away? Or had he just guessed it? I was squirming on the couch. I could see the big tent in front of his boxers. And something about this situation was making my own dick get thicker and longer.

"Son, I told you that me and my buddies did all this same stuff when we were 13. It's no big deal."

I took a deep breath. "B-but it's embarrassing to talk about, daddy."

He put an arm around me pulling me closer to him. He sounded all fatherly as he said, "Hey, a guy gets bored with the same hand on his dick every day. You've only been masturbating a few years and you know what I mean. Think of how long I've been masturbating – certainly since your mother and I split up. It would be nice to have another hand doing it for me sometimes."

With that he laid his other hand down on my boxer shorts, right on my hard dick. I froze. This was too freaky. He was groping my cock and wrapped his fingers around it through the cloth of my underpants. "Very nice," he mumbled under his breath.

Then he reached over for my right hand and put it on his dick, which was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. "C'mon son, be a sport. If you do this for your buddies, you can certainly do this for your old dad."

What he said sort of made sense. I started jerking him off, but I wasn't used to touching a dick that was so thick and long. He must've read my mind because he said, "This is good practice for a boy your age. You can feel what it's like to stroke a big thick one. You're gonna have a big thick one like this one day. Maybe even bigger than daddy."

Meanwhile he had pulled down my boxers and pulled down his own, so we were both naked. My other hand started playing with his balls and feeling his hairy bush. I figured this would be what my bush would be like when I was fully grown. So I figured it was cool that he was giving me a chance to explore his equipment. I was starting to relax and feel OK about this. Dad was right. I had jerked off my buddies, so why not do the same favor for my own father.

His big hairy body was moving in closer to mine. Then he was pushing me back on the couch and he was on top of me. I let go of his hard on. His arms wrapped around my body and he was moving up and down against me. I felt his big boner pressing into me again and again. I felt my own boner getting massaged by the movement of his hairy body. My own dad was humping me, bare-assed naked.

Then I moaned. I felt my dick start to shoot. Dad shouted out and I felt his cock pulsating on top of my cock and shooting streams of hot cream onto me. His face was right to the side of my face and he was making all sorts of sounds. Now this felt weird. My body was coated in my own dad's sperm. He was still laying on top of me and panting. He kissed the side of my face and laughed.

"Now that we crossed this barrier, son, we can get some relief together and have some fun whenever we want."

I didn't know what to say. It had felt kind of nice. And it made me feel closer to my dad. But it was strange. Did my dad feel sexually turned on around me? No, that was impossible. It was just guys helping each other get their rocks off. That had to be it. I mean, my dad couldn't be a homo. And I certainly knew I wasn't one. At least on that day I still felt certain about those things.

Then two nights later I was asleep in my bed. I felt some movement that woke me up. I turned with my eyes barely open at the same time I felt my dad's hairy chest press into my back and his hairy arm wrap around me. His unshaven face was against my neck and he gave me some kisses there. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel.

He rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me, his hands immediately pulling down my boxer shorts. His hard cock was already riding up and down against my smooth body. When he reached down and felt my boner he smiled and said, "Y'see, that shows me you like what daddy is doing."

Then he was licking at my neck and grinding at my naked body. I could smell alcohol on his breath, and the smell was strong. "You're the best boy. You're the best boy any dad could have." When he said that I started to relax. I guess I liked hearing my dad say that. But then his lips settled on mine and I froze with shock.

My brain was running in all directions. This was gay. But, no, this is my dad so it can't be gay. His hand was playing with my behind and he was kissing me on the mouth the way a guy was supposed to kiss a woman. Then he flipped me over on my tummy and he was grinding on my back. His cock was wedged in my ass crack. I felt the wetness leaking on me and even in me. He was licking at my neck. One of his hands was rubbing and pinching each of my nipples. His other hand was jerking on my boner. There was no denying it: my dad was being gay with me. He was sexing me up.

Then his body suddenly stopped humping me and froze in place. I felt his cock pulsating against my butt and then it was shooting streams of cum on my hairless cheeks. Dad's tongue went into my ear and he grunted, "Daddy's beautiful naked boy."

The next night when I was getting ready for bed he came into my room and told me to come with him. He didn't ask me. It sounded more like an order. When we got to his bedroom he closed the door and said, "From now on you'll sleep in the big bed with daddy." I stood there trying to figure out what to say. I saw him reach down and tug on his thickening cock through his boxers. Before I could speak his arm was around my shoulder and he was gently pushing me down onto the bed. "It's OK, little buddy. You wanna be daddy's best boy, don't you, son?"

I didn't speak. Yes, of course I wanted to be my daddy's best boy. I looked up from the bed. He had pulled his fat erection out of the fly of his boxers and was jerking it with one hand. His other hand was caressing my face. His thumb was running side to side along my lips. "D-d-daddy…?" I started.

"Shhhhh," he cut me off, his voice nearly a whisper, as I watched his cock come closer to my face. "Daddy's been waiting a very long time for this, precious boy."

When he stuck his thick cock between my lips i gagged just from the taste of it. But he kept on encouraging me, telling me to "be a good boy for daddy." I kept on sucking up and down on his fat tool, each time I'd go down he pushed on the back of my head making me take a little bit more of his long cock.

When his cock started shooting cream down my throat it was wedged so far down that I couldn't possibly get it out. I just had to swallow as fast as I could. But there was so much sperm shooting out of my daddy's penis that some of it spilled from my lips.

Dad was soon snoring with his thick cock still in my mouth. I had to pull myself off it. Then he stirred in his sleep and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his hairy chest. His curly chest hairs were grinding into my face, but I was so exhausted I fell asleep.

It was some odd movement that woke me up. I was laying on my stomach and my dad was on top of me, his big hands groping my nakedness all over. He was kissing my cheek, licking my neck, biting my ear. At the same time, one of his hands went down to my exposed butt and started squeezing each cheek. His finger was going up and down the crack.

Then I felt something slick on his finger as he was working it around my asshole. When I realized he was greasing up my butthole, I tensed up my whole body and gasped, "Daddy, no!"

He licked my cheek and kissed my ear, going, "Shhhhh, it's ok, little buddy. Daddy has needs. And you wanna be a good boy for daddy."

I went silent. I didn't know how to respond to what he said. He shoved a pillow under my hips and kept fingering my virgin hole, this time with two fingers. Meanwhile he was kissing my ear, licking my neck, even biting at my shoulder.

He pulled out his two fingers and I felt the thick head of his cock. I held my breath. I wanted to make one last protest but I couldn't think of what to say. Everything that was happening was too extreme, too surprising. My own dad was going to fuck me in the ass.

Then he did it. He just pushed the head in at first. I yelled out an "Ow" and begged him to take it out. But he told me "You're a big boy. You can take it, Wally." Then he was moving around on top of me, shifting his body to the right and to the left, then pulling back so he could push it in further. I groaned each time he pushed it in a little more.

Then dad let out a deep grunt and pushed the final few inches into me. I gasped as he settled in. I felt his hairy bush on my smooth ass cheeks. I felt his big heavy hairy balls resting on my hairless thighs. Then he started to pull back just a little bit. Then he pushed in.

Next time he pulled out a little further and pushed in a little harder. Soon he got into a fucking rhythm. He was slamming in and out of me at a fast pace. My own dad's big thick cock was fucking me in the ass!

As he fucked me he kept prattling on about what a good boy I was and what a beautiful boy I was. "You have the most beautiful little ass I've ever seen on a boy, son." That was the last thing he rasped into my ear as he slammed in hardest yet and his cock started shooting hot cream deep up inside me. I could feel the cock pulsing and the wetness inside me.

I wasn't sure if I was going to start crying. My brain was going in circles. But then I felt and heard my dad start snoring. His stiff cock was still fully deep inside me and he was snoring, asleep on top of me. Eventually I fell asleep that way.

My hole must have been stretched so much by that huge cock that when I woke up I thought there was still something up inside me. As it was I was laying on my tummy in my daddy's bed, bare naked. I reached around and could feel the wetness at my asshole.

Daddy came out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth. His cock was dangling in front of him as he walked. He sat on the bed and I felt him massaging my hole with the washcloth. I looked back at him, still not sure what to say. He helped me to my feet and sat me on the toilet. I felt lots of liquid spill out of my guts. I'm not sure how much was brown and how much was cream. I didn't want to look.

Before I could even wipe my behind, daddy took me into the shower. He soaped me up and washed me everywhere, paying special attention to my ass crack. Soon his soapy hands were playing with my stiff boy dick. I just stood there and let him. He smiled at me and said, "I like doing this for my special boy. You're daddy's best boy, Wally."

He took me out to my favorite breakfast place. When we got back in the car, he said he had a surprise for me. He took me right to the sporting goods store and bought me a new 10-speed bike. I'd been begging him for one for a long time. I was so excited about the bike I actually forgot what he had done to me in his bed the night before.

I rode all over the town on that bike, stopping in to visit Eric and Tommy. Dad even said I could give my old bike to Eric because he didn't have much. By the time I got home for dinner, I was smiling and laughing with dad, even as I stripped down to a pair of old white briefs I had under my clothes.

Of course I got food on my chest and my face during dinner, so dad sent me to the bathroom to wash up. I had wiped my mouth and was wiping my chest, facing the wash basin, when dad walked in behind me. He just stood there looking at me for a long time. I looked in the mirror and I guess I met his eyes like that.

Dad came up behind me and pressed his big body against my back. I could feel his hard-on in his boxers pressing into my rear. I looked down at my hands and just mumbled, "I really like the bike, daddy. Thank you, sir."

His big hands pulled down just the back of my white briefs and then massaged my ass cheeks as he sighed with pleasure. "That's daddy's best boy." He reached for something on the shelf and then I felt his finger all greased up and working around my tender hole again. He kissed my neck and softly asked, "Will you be a good boy for daddy?"

"Yes sir," I whispered back as I felt daddy's fat cock head once again press against my butthole.

The End?