My Son's Best Friend - Part 5 (Patreon)

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Matty continued to kiss me, his hands roaming around my body as his tongue pushed deeper into my mouth, yet the shock of what he'd just said had left me frozen in place.

His fingers tugged at the top button of my shirt, until finally I managed to snap myself out of the trance I was in, and grabbed his wrist.

"What did you say?" I asked, freeing my mouth from his.

"What's wrong, daddy?" He whispered, still attempting to disrobe me, "aren't you excited by that?"

I rubbed my face. Surely it was a lie. My son couldn't be gay, not that I had any issue with that, hell I was in the middle of kissing a guy! But how had I not known?

"You're lying" I told him, but the lithe young man smiled seductively as he trailed the hair on my chest.

"He's got a birthmark on his dick" he breathed, and kissed my neck.

I cringed. As much as I was shocked by the revelation, it all made sense now. All the game nights that the two of them had had, all the movie nights where they seemingly sat in silence, now I knew why.

"Take me to bed, daddy" Matty moaned, "I'm so horny for you".

I was ashamed to admit that I was hard. Something about Matty's sexual whimpers were hitting the spot, and as wrong as it was, I needed to feel him.

"You can't say a word of this to Tyler, do you understand me?" I said, pointing my finger at him, and I watched in awe as Matty took my hand in his and wrapped his lips around my finger, slowly sucking on it until it popped from his mouth.

"Yes daddy".

The bedroom was dark and the open window blew a cool breeze around us as we pushed inside. I hadn't felt excitement like this in years, but the niggling worry in the back of my mind remained as Matty turned to me and we embraced once more.

He was so light. His t-shirt slipped over his lean body with ease as our tongues wrestled in a fit of passion. My strong, rough hands traversed the smooth hairlessness of his young body. I felt his little buds beneath my thumbs, pink and hardening as my fingers trailed his ribs.

Matty returned to the buttons on my shirt, undressing me as I caressed his soft, warm torso. I moved to his neck, gently squeezing the flesh and feeling him tense in my grasp. The strength difference between the two of us was stark.

My shirt opened and the chill of the night whipped inside, Matty's hands followed soon after and we spent some time simply enjoying each other until the teen fell back onto the bed and grinned up at me.

He was a cheeky young man, but under the sparkle of the moonlight outside, I had never seen him look so beautiful.

"Undress me, daddy" he said, biting his bottom lip and lifting his socked foot to my chest.

My cock bulged as I took his foot in my hand and held it to my mouth and nose, inhaling it deeply. Jesus, he was stunning. I fingered the white cotton from his foot and immediately returned it to my face, pushing my lips against the soft warmth of his sole and tasting him on my tongue.

Matty's breathing became laboured as I licked up his foot. I don't even know why I was doing it, but the boy was driving me insane.

I yanked off his other sock, taking both his feet in my hand and hoovering the scent of him as he lay writhing on my bed.

His pants came down easily, exposing his tight white underwear when I dragged them off his legs and discarded them in the corner. It was easy to tell that I wasn't the only one excited by the ordeal.

He spread his legs, making his erection even clearer beneath the thin fabric, and threw his arms above his head, revealing his smooth armpits.

"Do whatever you want to me, daddy" he whispered, and I had every intention of doing just that.

"Take off my belt" I told him, more breathless than I preferred to let on, "show me what Tyler thought you".

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Another wave of shame washed over me. How could I talk about him like that? Yet it seemed to excite Matty, who was now crawling toward the end of the bed with a devious smile on his cute face.

He tugged at my belt for a moment before freeing it and fumbling with the button on my jeans. I simply watched him as the waistband became loose, and the denim flaps folded forward to reveal my black underwear.

Matty crawled closer, sniffing deeply as he pushed his nose against my crotch. My jeans came away, sliding down my hairy legs as the teen huffed my junk. My hand ran through his thick hair, keeping him close as he pushed on my stiff cock.

In the midst of the fiery passion, I still couldn't rid my mind of the fact that this was so wrong. His parents would be disgusted if they ever found out, and how could I blame them? If a grown man or woman did this exact thing to Tyler, I'd be furious.

"Are you sure about this, Matty?" I gasped, my cock leaking into my boxer briefs.

The young man glanced up at me for a moment, his mouth open slightly and a twinkle in his eye. His smile lit up his face and suddenly he pulled out my long, thick cock and let it rest against his cheek.

"Do I look like I'm unsure, daddy?"

The trail of thick pre-cum that linked my cock to his face broke when he turned and licked at it. My eyes rolled and my head fell back when his tongue reached my wet helmet and began lapping hungrily. I could hear him gulp it down, and suddenly I didn't care what his parents thought.

He was an adult. He could make his own decisions, and if he decided that he wanted to feel my cock inside him, then so fucking be it.

Matty slid his mouth over my cock, sucking it as his tongue swirled across my frenulum. Fuck, he was good at this. Perhaps Tyler really had taught him well.

I could feel my pole leaking copiously into his hungry throat, and the boy didn't even gag as he took more and more of it inside him.

My eyes trailed his smooth back, following the curve of his spine until they rested on his plump backside, still covered by his briefs. It was full and perfect, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in it.

Every inch of my cock was now in my son's best friend, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of reluctance from his throat.

I leaned forward, bunched his briefs between his cheeks and pulled backwards, wedging them up his smooth crack to reveal the beautiful buns. Almost instinctively, the teen spread his legs.

I took a handful of flesh in both palms as I poured more fluid inside him and spread his cheeks apart. They were the perfect size, perfect for what I had planned for him anyway.

There was no way I'd last long if the young man's expert throat continued to coax an orgasm out of me. It was time to enjoy his body as much as he was enjoying mine. I dragged my wet cock from his mouth and lifted his chin.

"Lay on your back" I told him, and instantly he obeyed.

The wet patch in his briefs was clear, and as I crawled up the bed and pushed my mouth against it, I tasted the light salty flavour from the fabric, and his warm cock swelled beneath it.

"Fuck me, daddy" he whimpered as he arched his back and I began to slide his underwear down his legs.

"I plan to, son" I replied, watching his smooth boner slap back against his groin, "I plan to".