My Son's Best Friend

"Damn," I muttered under my breath after my hand found the outrageously large bulge on the inside of his thigh, and when Marc made a meek whining sound, I let my hand slide slowly down toward his knee.

"I can't believe how big you are," I whispered while letting my hand move slowly down the pulsating snake in his sweat pants.

Marc gasped, and as his eyes rolled back in his head, I felt his cock jerk several times under my grasp. I squeezed him while he rode his orgasm out, and only after his seizures stopped did I pull my hand out from under the table.

"I can't wait until tomorrow night," I said softly, grateful that this little activity had gone unoticed, and slid out of the booth.

The color of Marc's sweatpants and the darkness of the outside helped make the massive stain that coated the front of him hardly noticeable. As for me, my little boner was poking out against the fabric of my trousers as we walked out into the chilly evening, and this did not go unnoticed by Marc.

"I'd love to take care of that for you," Marc offered as he walked me to my car.

"Tomorrow," I said, wanting to save my energy as best I could. "Tomorrow."

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Chapter Seven: Tomorrow.

After I let myself into the hotel room, I turned on the light to the lowest setting and waited on the edge of the bed. After renting a room in a nice businessman's hotel near the campus, I had called Marc. He picked up the call quickly, and when I told him where I was and offered to pick him up, he said that he was close by and would be there shortly.

It couldn't have been even ten minutes before there was a tap on the door, and when I answered the knock, I saw an out-of-breath Marc on the other side.

I let him in and locked the door behind him, and after we looked at each other we both grinned and shrugged our shoulders almost simultaneously, which made us both laugh.

"I'm kinda nervous," Marc said.

"Me too," I admitted, reaching over and taking the bottom of his t-shirt in my hands and lifting it up over his head.

His body was so sleek and well-toned that I was surprised at how excited I was by him, seeing as how I had always been attracted to hairy men, which Marc most definitely was not. With his arms raised, I could see the faint five o'clock shadow in his armpits, the result of his shaving his body for swimming, which I assumed was the reason for his legs being so smooth as well.

Between us, we had to be the least hirsute men on the planet, although my condition was not by choice but by chance. My body hair consisted of tiny wisps of light brown hair under my arms and a little tuft above my dick.

"All these years, I thought that you didn't have any hair under your arms at all," Marc said as he pulled my shirt off and examined the little cluster with his fingers, lightly pulling the hairs with his fingers before giving them a little kiss.

"Might as well not," I shrugged.

"Looks cool to me," Marc said before kneeling down and undoing my trousers and getting them off of me.

Taking a deep breath, Marc reached up and grabbed by boxers by the elastic and peeled them down. My nervousness was evident by the fact that I didn't have an erection, and in fact my modest stem was shrinking into an even tinier toadstool as the cool air hit it.

I reached down to give it a little pull to stir it back to life, but Marc brushed my hand away and put his index finger under my dick and lifted it up while his face came closer.

I shivered when his tongue licked the tip of the crown, and after a couple more swipes, Marc opened his mouth and made my dick disappear. I groaned as I felt Marc's mouth work around me, making me feel like my dick was being gently battered like it was in a clothes washer.

My dick became immediately hard, and after it did, Marc lifted it onto the bridge of his nose while his mouth gobbled my balls and did a number on them.

After I shifted my weight back and forth a few times, I ran my hands through Marc's spiked scalp and encouraged him to get up, which he did. I knelt and took Marc's pants off, which left me at eye level with the huge bulge in the pouch of his starkly white underwear.

I squeezed the cotton a bit, but got too impatient and finally grabbed the elastic and pulled them down, exposing his magnificent package. His cock was limp and wrinkled, and wasn't as long as it was during that time in the changing room. Not as long did not translate to small, or anything similar to that, because after his wrinkled tube came out of the pouch and hung down, it was still much bigger than I was hard, and had to be close to six inches long flaccid.

I took Marc's weighty cock and lifted it to my lips, inhaling the musky odor of his manhood as I took him into my mouth. My lips slid all the way down his shaft right to the base, where my nose rested in the little hair pillow above his manhood for a second.

Only a second, however, as I instantly felt the blood racing into his cock, and I had to pull my mouth back off of him as the tip of his cock probed my throat and made me choke a little. Soon my fist was wrapped most of the way around the base of his shaft while I tried to suck on the rest of his massive organ.

"Wait, Mr. Wells," Marc gasped, pulling me off of his erection and helping me to my feet.

"That was feeling way too good," Marc said. "Here, look at this."

I looked down to where Marc's cock was pressing into my groin. Marc's hand took my cock and placed it on top of his own and held it there while his hips moved forward and backward.

"Feels nice," I said, enjoying the rubbing of his cock on the underside of my dick.

We looked outrageous, however. With his cock pressing into the space between my cock and balls, the difference between the size of our organs could not have been more dynamic. The look on Marc's face told me how much is loved looking at us together, and I had to admit that it turned me on in a perverse way.

"I'm not laughing at you," Marc quickly added, as he misunderstood my reaction.

"I know, Marc," I said.

The sight of my pale stem on top of his dusky organ was doing for Marc what this had done for several of my lovers in the distant past, and I was able to enjoy Marc's reaction to his outrageous physical superiority.

"This is frottage?" I asked while our dicks continued to gently rub together, and when he smiled and nodded, I added, "It does feel nice. I just wish I had more for you to rub into so it was better for you."

"No, no, no Mr. Wells," Marc said quickly. "This feels even better than it looks for me, and besides, you aren't all that small."

"It's okay," I said after giving him a look. "It really doesn't bother me. In fact, it turns me on as much as it does you. Maybe more."

"Really?" Marc asked.

"Can't you tell?" I asked him. "Feel how hard I am. I love it that your cock is more than twice as long and thick as mine. I'm dribbling all over us."

"I see it. It looks awesome," Marc said. "Can you cum? I want you to cum all over us."

That was no problem, because I had been on the verge of an orgasm ever since our dicks touched, so I kept rubbing my dick along the fat vein that traveled almost the entire length of Marc's dusky shaft.

I let out a gasp, and then watched as my dick spat out a wad of cum into Marc's pubic hair, and another three or four spurts left me weak in the knees and left our cocks dripping with cum.

I heard Marc cry out just after I stopped cumming, and felt his load spurting all over me as well. I reached down and helped milk the rest of his seed out and then we exchanged dazed smiles.

"Haven't even made it to bed yet," I noted.

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Chapter Eight: In bed.

The only things that I had brought with me to the room was a bottle of champagne and a large bottle of massage oil, and after I popped the cork and poured us drinks into the tiny plastic cups in the room, I offered to give Marc a massage.

"Only if I can do you too," Marc said as he crawled ito the bed on his stomach.

I agreed, and went to work on the marvelously toned torso of my young friend. His legs were so muscular and smooth that I was able to knead them roughly and deeply, causing Marc to moan with contentment.

His thighs were next, and as I rubbed the oil into them my eyes went to his cute little butt, complete with tiny dimples. I parted Marc's butt cheeks as I moved upward, rubbing my oiled finger around his hairless, puckered ring, even darted a finger in briefly before going up to his back and shoulders.

As I massaged his back, I got the urge to straddle Marc while I worked on his back. My dick was already getting hard again, and I found that it felt very nice laying in the greased crack of Marc's ass.

"Oh yeah!" Marc gasped as he realized what I was doing. "You're hard again!"

"Not for long," I grunted, as my dick moved up and down the slick valley between his firm buttocks.

I laid down on top of Marc as I ground my body into his for several minutes, and Marc seemed to enjoy the feel of our bodies together as much as I did. When I could wait no longer, I went back up to a kneeling position and watched as my dick spat cum all over Marc's back.

"Do you take Viagra?" Marc asked as I rolled him onto his back and began rubbing the fronts of his legs.

"No, I guess that Mother Nature felt guilty about my equipment so I've always been blessed by being relisient," I told Marc. "It doesn't hurt to be with somebody that's so attractive either."

"And speaking of resilient," I noted, as I watched Marc's cock get longer as my hands got closer to it. "You seem to be making a comeback of your own here."

My oiled hands rubbed all around his crotch, and after I spread his thighs apart, I went right for his balls, grabbing the sizable orbs and kneading the oversized sac in my palm.

'Damn, what a pair you've got on you!" I exclaimed, as my words and touch had Marc's cock fully erect seconds later. "How do you fit all of this in those little trunks?"

"Tuck it... down between my legs," Mark grunted as I squeezed his scrotum roughly. "Try not to look at hot girls... or guys."

"When I watching you getting ready to race the other day, I kept trying to figure out how you managed that," I said, moving my hands up to his fully engorged cock.

"Need both hands for a man built you," I mentioned as I ran my lubricated hands up and down his glistening spear, straddling his thigh as I spun my hands while slowly jerking Marc off.

"That feels so unbelievable," Marc said, reaching over and putting his hand on my leg. "Your hands are magical."

I felt like I was worshipping the huge tool I had in my hands, and the sight and the feel of it so dominated the tiny body it was attached to, that it almost felt like I was performing some sort of ritual on it.

Marc's eyes were glazed as I kept running my hands up and down, taking care not to miss the slightest bit of him, from the thick roots of the base to the sweet tip of the glans. Marc wanted to cum, and I was able to keep him on the very brink of orgasm for the longest time. My fingers were cramped and my arms were aching, but I was so focused on what I was doing that I hardly noticed.

"Please," Marc whimpered to me.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked him, and after he nodded I worked my hands up and down his cock fast, squeezing him tightly.

Marc gripped at the bedding, arching his back as his orgasm roared up on him, and as he did, I slowed my stroking way down, finally stopping all together but applying great pressure to the area between the underside of the base of his tool and his balls.

Marc looked at me with an expression that brought to mind the painting "The Scream". His face twisted and distorted, as if on a out-of-control roller coaster, Marc desperately looked to me for release, and when he did that, I let go.

His cock erupted like a volcano. His first volley of cum flew several feet straight up in the air, and after I started jerking him off hard and fast again, the seed simply flew all over the place.

By the time Marc clawed my hands off of his still ejaculating member, my arms were dripping with his seed, and Marc finally curled up in a fetal position, his whole body shaking until I curled up on top of him and held him.

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Chapter Nine: WTF?

"What," Marc said, his body still quivering a minute later, "the hell was that?"

"I don't know," I said. "I enjoyed being a part of it, though."

"You caused it," Marc said, a little smile crossing his face even as his body shuddered again, and he shielded his cock from me when I tried to touch it.

"Just wanted to see if I could get some more out of it," I said.

"There is no more," Marc said. "I'm drained. I actually ache down there."

"A really good ache," he quickly added. "That was so far beyond anything I've ever experienced. What did you do?"

"Just jerked you off," I said. "Chalk it up to a magic moment or something. I do have a whole lot of experience in the field of masturbation, however, both giving and receiving. Now let me finish your massage."

I gingerly picked up his deflated cock and set it over toward his hip before rubbing his rippled abdomen. As I ran my hands over Marc's sleek body, I felt a wave of emotions rush over me, unlike anything I had even felt before.

Part regret, part envy and probably part lust. As I looked over the magnificent specimen of manhood that shared the bed with me, for the first time I regretted being old. In effect, I had become the man that 30 or so years ago would have been doing what I was doing to Marc, worshipping his gifts and trying to share in his ecstasy.

The envy, both of his youth and of his obvious physical gifts as well. How wonderful it must be to be able to live your entire life unashamed, and to never have to suffer the pain of having a girl laugh at you when you took your underwear off. Hell, how I would have loved to experienced just once what I had just done to Marc.

Not just the intense orgasm, because I've been lucky to have had more than my share of those. Just the sensation of having two hands on my cock like that would be something I would loved to have enjoyed for one moment, and only men who have spent their lives getting off with just a thumb and an index finger could appreciate what I mean by that.

Those were feelings that I hadn't had since my much younger days. The other feeling, lust, was there too, and as I worked my fingers into Marc's shoulders, I realized that was an emotion that was always there within me.

Lifting his arm, I kneaded the muscles in his biceps, and even bowed my head and ran my tongue over his shaved armpits. When I did that, I felt Marc's hand reaching down between my legs, and as he lifted me up, I let him position me so that I was straddling his face with my crotch as I faced his feet.

I felt Marc's tongue licking my balls, sliding up along the underside of my dick and right down to the tender spot below my scrotum. From where I knelt, I could see our reflection in the dresser mirror, and the sight of Marc's tongue made my dick twitch with excitement.

Suddenly, my sac was in Marc's mouth, and I moaned as he began sucking my nuts hard, almost like he was trying to swallow them. My cherry-tomato sized balls were being rolled around in Marc's mouth, and as he sucked on them, I felt Marc's hand on my dick.

I rode Marc's face like it was a saddle, while his mouth churned by balls around like they were in some sort of washing machine. Marc's index finger was rubbing all along the underside of my dick during all of this, and I had to hold onto my own thighs to keep my balance.

I started to cum, and even though my vision was a bit blurred, I got to watch myself in the mirror as my dick sprang up and down, squirting my seed all over Marc's chest before drooping back down against Marc's chin.

"Nice," I said as I crawled down next to Marc and let him spoon up into me. "Really nice."

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Chapter Ten: Good night.

"I have to go soon," I said after a while.

We had fallen asleep for a bit, and when I saw what time it was I realized that I had to go back to my real world.

"Me too," Marc said with more than a touch of regret in his voice. "Will we ever do this again?"

"I don't know," I said honestly.

Despite the incredible time I had, I had a lot of misgivings and more than a touch of guilt about what I had done.

"This has been incredible, though, and I really mean that," I said. "I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did."

"It was the best night of my life," Marc said, and when he moved against me I could feel his hardness.

"I thought that was drained," I asked him.

"Can you stick around for a couple of minutes?" Marc asked, and when I said that I could, he rolled me onto my stomach, and after oiling the crack of my ass, laid his cock along the valley and began humping me.

The feel of his cock between my ass cheeks was very pleasant, and after a while I began squirming around, pretending that he was impaling me with his huge organ. Marc seemed to enjoy this reaction from me, and he came soon after, as I felt the warmth of his seed on my lower back as he groaned one last time.

"You came too?" Marc asked as he reached under me and felt my sticky dick and the fresh mess it had made under it.

"Guilty," I said.

"I was going to get you off," Marc said.

"You did," I grinned. "This frottage? I like it. You increased my vocabulary tonight, even if you did leave me a quart low."

We took a shower together, and helped each other dry off, and those intimate moments were very special in their own way too, even though I was finished for the night, as no amount of tender washing and drying was going to bring me back to life.

After dressing, I tidied up the room a little, and we both laughed at the pool of cum I had left on the sheets during that last event.

"That's the only mess that we didn't make on each other," Marc correctly noted as we went to the door.

I stopped just before opening the door, and gave Marc a hug, which he returned enthusiastically, even giving me a kiss on the cheek for good measure.

"If you ever want to, you know," Marc said, giving a nod to the bed behind us.

"Hey, you can count on seeing me plenty more," I said. "I enjoyed watching you swim, so I'll be around to root you on."

"Just do me a favor," Marc said as we walked down the hallway. "Don't let me see you until after the meet."

"Why? Nerves?" I asked.

"No," Marc corrected me. "The trunks. If I see you, I might have that problem we talked about before."

"Deal," I said, giving him a playful tap on the shoulder as we got into the elevator and back into our own worlds.

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this story was inspired by, and dedicated to dave4545.