I remember him so well. My Dad, who I still was yet to have inside me, used to have these awesome BBQ nights. Me, I used to just hang out with all his friends and get to know them. I’d flash them my winning smile and we’d joke about guy stuff.
But everything changed that night. My Dads best friend, who was working the BBQ asked me, ‘hey buddy how about you go fill up the beers and make yourself useful?’
I blushed and smiled and took myself into the laundry room where the spare fridge was. Suddenly I got that feeling where the hairs stand up on your arms. You know the one? Like you’re being watched. It was him. My Dads best friend who had been working the grill. ‘You know what beers to get right buddy?’, he said.
I nodded. I turned and started to pull them out of the fridge. I felt a warm feeling on my left butt cheek and my Dads friend whisper ‘damn…. I don’t know how your Dad hasn’t nailed you yet’. I stood up a little shocked at this. And then it happened, so quickly.
I felt his body against my back, he pushed against me and I fell against the mini fridge. I felt his hard body weighing on me and the whisper in my ear ‘it’s alright kid, you’re old enough now, I’ll make it quick just keep quiet ok?’
His hand over my mouth, his other hand pulling my jeans down exposing me. I peered out the window at all the people in the back yard. They had no idea what was happening. ‘Mmmphhh’, was all I could say as I felt something thick and wet and throbbing enter me.
There I was getting railed by my Dads best friend, bent over a mini-fridge in the laundry. I made noises like I was resisting but I don’t know that I was. I felt like I was doing what I was born to do. All I could feel was his hard body and his hot breath in my ear ‘fuck you feel so good… fuck… stay there…. Shhhh…Fuck yes… good boy’.
I felt his body convulse and his cock throb. I felt my insides get wetter. I felt him pull out. I felt him pull up my jeans. ‘It’s ok. Just don’t tell your Dad.’ And that was that.
