You’ve Had Black, Never Go Back

Fit daddy meets son's best friend and falls all the way. He's big, he's hung and he's black.

"Hi Paul. How was your first day at high school? Made any buddies yet?"

This was the first chance Aden had had to touch base with his son, Paul, since the morning when he'd dropped him off as he drove on to work.

After his mum and dad's divorce Paul had opted to live with his dad. It had been a no-brainer really as mum was way too interfering and controlling; one of the reasons for the separation in the first place. Paul, at eighteen, wanted an easier life. He loved his mum but had more in common with the laid back, casual attitude of his dad. Ask any young man what he preferred and the answer would usually be the same; freedom any time, rather than pressed and ironed clothes and a monitored routine. So father and son had chosen an older, cheaper house to move to, a fix it upper that provided plenty of opportunity for DIY skills.

"Early days dad. There are some pretty cool dudes in my classes but I'm looking forward to Phys Ed tomorrow. May stay late and try out for the soccer team, or at least join in with the training."

"Good man. You gotta keep yourself in shape like your old dad. Wanna go for a run around the block and scope out the neighbourhood? I could do with a stretch after a day at the desk."

"OK, just let me get changed, and I'll be right there."

With that Paul sprung up the stairs to his room, taking them two at a time, hurriedly stripped off, pulled on shorts and a t, then scooted back to join his father who was slipping into a battered pair of trainers at the front door.

"Good," said Aden. I've got a key. last one back orders take out."

"So long as I don't have to pay that's good," replied Paul, as he muscled past his dad and down the path onto the road. He trotted on the spot as he asked, "Which way shall we go?"

"Lets head to the new houses next to the park. We can run round the pond and then back home" said Aden, and with a nod they set off side by side.

Aden was a fit forty two year old guy who had kept himself in good shape since college. He regularly used the local gym and enjoyed street running, usually after work, when he could relax in his backyard hot tub and soak those tired muscles. He also enjoyed the looks and comments he got both at the gym and from his work mates, and increasingly from neighbours, both men and women. Yes Aden had noticed how many middle aged men would comment on his physique and fitness, and match the comment with a grin or a wink, and although he'd never succumbed to flirt back, he enjoyed the temptation.

Paul was long and lean, with a young, fit runner's body. Muscly firm legs led up to a hard arse and a big packet swinging in his shorts. At eighteen he was always horny and could throw a boner at the drop of a hat. He had a good chest but nowhere near as defined as his dad's. Aden expected to be bigger after all those years working out but he envied Paul the size of his cock. At eight inches he outstripped his dad by at least two, although Aden went to great lengths to make sure his glances were always concealed and not open perving. What he had seen looked good and if he was that way inclined, well who knew where they might end up but he was not going to risk upsetting Paul and turning him back to his mum

Aden found himself growing stiff in his pants. A good job he wore a tight fitting jock to run in.

He realised he had been following Paul for some time and looking at his fit bum while he admired his legs and running stride. Better shake that feeling and to do that he had to change the view and get in front.

"Is that the best you can do?" he asked as he pulled alongside Paul's shoulder and then gently bumped him out of the way as he pulled past.

Paul stumbled a little and lost his rhythm as Aden put on a spurt and took off down the road. He was comfortably in the lead now but could hear the light footfall of his son as he began to make up distance. After ten minutes father and son were running beside each other, arms nearly touching as their legs pumped hard and their chests heaved with the exertion. They turned into their road and immediately accelerated until they reached their path together. Paul collapsed on the front grass as Aden sprinted up to the front step.

"Another win for the old man eh?" he quipped as he looked back at his son still sprawled on the front grass and couldn't help but smile. Fuck he loved him so much but was unsure of these other feelings that were nothing to do with family affection. What to do, what to do? One thing experience had taught him was not to overthink things. Just let them work out in their own way and time.

Paul struggled to get his breath as he gasped out his reply.

"No way. You know it was a tie," and he raised his body, only to slump back to the grass again.

"OK, well whatever you say. I'm gonna grab a shower now before the water runs cold," said Aden as he let himself in and pulled off his trainers and sweaty shirt and began to climb the stairs to the bathroom.

Paul watched him go and admired his stamina and physique.

"I hope I look like that in twenty years time," he said to himself. He couldn't deny that for an older man his dad was really fit. He had a great back and a firm bum too. Those arse cheeks were good enough to eat.

This wasn't the first time he had found himself getting hot for his father and he rolled over onto his stomach to hide a growing erection. If only dad knew, he thought. He'd probably throw me out.

Paul struggled up on to his feet and after adjusting himself followed his dad indoors and upstairs. He stripped off on the way and knocked on the bathroom door with just a jock and a semi.

"Hey dad, give us a shout when you've finished," he called as he made his way to his bedroom. Shall I wank off now or when I'm in the shower, he mused? Or perhaps both. His cock certainly needed a workout too and his libido could take it. He knew he could cum at least twice in succession without a problem and often wanked in the shower at night and then in bed too before falling asleep. Shit, I'm just so horny all the time! he thought as he stuck his hand down the front of his jock and had a play. He was already fingering his bum crack (something he had recently experimented with and enjoyed ) when there was a knock on his bedroom door and Aden pushed his head round.

"Shower's fr... "

He stopped in mid sentence, not sure if what he had glimpsed was really happening. Had Paul been groping his cock and his bum? Or was he just scratching an itch?

"I've left you plenty of hot water. I'll get the food ordered so don't take too long."

He gave Paul a grin as the teenager's face reddened and the flush spread down his neck. Well he had certainly been up to something. Fuck he looked so cute and vulnerable when caught off guard without that cocky swagger he frequently had, that they all had, so far as he could see.

Aden closed the door on his way back to his own bedroom and thought about what he had witnessed. It could be nothing of course but if it was "something" then he should relax more and be himself. Perhaps he'd try a couple of beers tonight to loosen up Paul and see what happened.

They had chatted over the food but it wasn't until Paul got home the next day and they were eating supper, that Aden broached the subject of sex with Paul.

"So, are you hitting on any cute girls at that school of yours, or do you have something else in mind?" asked Aden as they sat outside in the last of the sunshine, having completed the dishes and opened a couple of bottles of beer.

"What do you mean dad, "something else"? You know I've had a couple of girlfriends but nothing serious," answered Paul.

"I just wondered if you've been attracted to anyone special in your class yet? Boy or girl. You know I wouldn't judge whatever you did." Aden tried to be casual and nonchalant as he said this but he was watching for any reaction or telltale signs of Paul's sexual preference. Watching and hoping.

He couldn't help but lick his lips as his son ran his hands over his crotch and then stood up, revealing his muscular legs and torso as he raised his arms above his head and stretched out the kinks of his hard day.

"Dad, you'll be the first to know if I decide to hook up with anyone special," replied Paul. "At the moment there isn't anyone special but I really like my Phys Ed partner, in a friendly way, nothing sexual. His name's Brandon and he's black and really fit. He likes running too, so I might invite him for a jog some time. Oh and he's good at DIY. I thought he could help out with a couple of jobs around the place. There's a lot needs doing still."

Paul looked to see how his dad had taken the idea of a black guy as his son's friend. He wasn't going to tell him yet how fit Marvin was. He'd find out all in good time.

"You know that any friend of yours is very welcome here any time. Why don't you invite him over to hang out at the weekend? We could have a barbie and a splash about in the hot tub, perhaps all go for a run, if you think he can keep up with an old guy."

So he fancied showing off his running skills eh. This could be fun.

"OK dad I'll invite him over to chill. It all sounds good. I'll tell him at school tomorrow."

The next day was a Friday so Aden wasn't surprised when Paul got home and said that his new buddy, Brandon, had agreed to come over on Saturday. He was gonna bring another mate too, Marvin. They had both volunteered to sort out the garage and tidy the back yard in exchange for a dip in the hot tub and a couple of beers.

"Well that sounds good Paul" said his dad. "I'll get some burgers out of the freezer and we can have a barbie. It'll be good to meet a couple of your mates. What are their names again?"

Aden could feel his cock growing in his shorts. Fuck, Why was he getting hard already? They might be absolute dorks. On the other hand.....and he cupped his balls and stroked his dick as he turned away from his son. Would they both be fit and muscled? Perhaps mixed race....or black??

Saturday morning came eventually and Aden was up early, sorting out food from the freezer and loading ample supplies of beer into the fridge. He also tucked a bottle of vodka in, just in case things developed the way he hoped.

At 10. 30 Paul surfaced and wandered downstairs in a pair of loose sweat shorts and a baggy T.

"Hi dad. Have you remembered that Marvin and Brandon are coming over soon?"

"Oh yes, you did mention it. I'd completely forgotten, (he lied)." Are they gonna hang out or work for a meal and a soak in the hot tub?"

Aden had been looking forward to this for hours. He had cleaned the tub and checked the water and jet force and was pleased with both. He couldn't wait to get the new lads and his son, stripped off and wet.

"Well they seemed keen to enjoy whatever you can provide dad. I've told them a bit about you. Made you out to be a bit of a hunk. Hope you don't mind," said Paul.

Aden smiled as he felt his cock springing to life. He had deliberately put on his tightest pair of work out shorts and tightest T shirt, and although extra horny, had refrained from wanking off last night, or this morning in the shower.

God he was getting hard and decided to let it show. If today was gonna work out as he hoped there was no point in being shy.

"I've already set up the barbie and got some beers cooling. It looks like being a hot one." said Aden.

Then the front door bell rang.

"I'll get it," said Paul as he moved to the door. Aden could hear him welcoming his new buddies and was pleased that his son had some mates. He was also pleased to have some help to do the chores he had selected for today, but more than that he was pleased to be surrounded by young, fit men. He got off on youthful testosterone and was looking forward to the banter and good-natured sass that young men shared when together.

Aden went out to the back decking and relaxed in a chair. He didn't want to appear too obvious but as he sunk down in the comfortable cushion he felt his tight shorts riding up and gripping his packet. He had worn a sexy pair of pants today and now, as they hugged his cock and balls, he wondered if he had done the right thing. Did he look like a pervy old man, leering after youngsters and dribbling with lust, or was he succeeding in pulling off the older, fit daddy hunk look that he was hoping for?

"Well this is my dad, Aden, " said Paul as he led his friends, Marvin and Brandon out onto the decking.

Aden didn't attempt to move or get up and just looked at both young men over the top of his reflective sun glasses. He pushed them up onto his hair, spread his legs a little more and smiled at both of them. They would certainly do, he mused to himself.

"Hi lads," he greeted them and languidly waved a muscled arm their way.

"So what's the plan for today? I've got a few chores I need some help with and then a few beers and some food? I could run up the hot tub if you fancy a soak later. Really good in the evening as it starts to cool down. What do you say?"

All this time he was watching the keen faces to see any indication of interest. He was really hoping for a sexy smirk or a wink. An overt gesture in the crotch area would tell a lot. Aden raised both arms above his head and lay back stretching. He let the shades fall back over his eyes.

"Well lads, What do you think?"

"That sounds really good, Mr Bauer. We'd be really happy to help out," said the taller, fit black guy.

"Hey lets get one thing sorted first. I go by Aden. No more Mr Bauer nonsense. You hear?"

"Hey dad they're just showing some respect. No harm done."

Paul didn't want to cause any scene and hoped his dad would settle and everyone could have a good time.

"It's just that it makes me feel so old. Come on lads, give me a break. I'll try and be cool but no more Mr Bauer. OK?"

He held his hand up for a high five from both men and was rewarded by a couple of heavy slaps on his palms.

"OK man, whatever you say," they both agreed, and Paul smiled at the easy and friendly resolution to this initial stumbling block.

"Now what about a beer to whet the appetite before we start?" said Aden as he pulled himself up and headed for the fridge in the corner.

"Great idea," said Marvin. "Lets get one down and then get started. The sooner we get working......"

"Yeh, good idea. Want a hand Mr B..., I mean Aden?" and big black Brandon followed Aden to the cooler to held with the bottles. His large, firm hands wrapped round the bottles and held them safely in his grip.

"I got em Aden. You grab the empty boxes and bags for the rubbish and good stuff. Show us what you want done and lets get busy."

Brandon was up close to Aden and could feel the heat coming off his muscular body and breath as he moved to steady the bottles and ease past him back to the other young men.

Aden flexed his chest and arms and couldn't resist pushing his firm crotch up against Brandon's bum as they squeezed past each other. There was little room to move in that corner and Brandon's eyes widened in surprise as their bodies were forced to push together as Aden moved behind him and ground his hard prick into his firm, muscled bum. He was surprised at how blatant Aden was and also how firm his cock was. It must have been at least eight inches long and pretty thick. Wow! Brandon's eyes opened wide and he smiled with a sexy grin. This was gonna be a really interesting afternoon.

Marvin had been working on the front of the house with some pale masonry paint he had found in the garage. It was hot work and he had stripped down to his baggy sweat shorts with no shirt or vest, just a broad brown back that was glistening with sweat. His shorts had slipped down to show the top of his bum cheeks. At eighteen and five foot ten he cut quite a figure.

Paul was clearing out the rubbish from the garage, helped by Aden, while Brandon was digging up the weeds in the garden, sweeping the decking and giving it a coat of wood stain.

They were all working hard and keeping each other on track.

"Hey guys, we've made a really good start. What about another beer? You've definitely earned it," said Aden.

"Oh yes. A great idea. I'm really parched now," they all agreed, and they dropped their things and collapsed onto the grass.

"Hey Brandon, lend me a hand, " said Aden with a smirk as he wandered inside to the freezer.

"Yeh sure Aden. Lets break out another round."

He smiled back and followed Aden inside. Aden looked at the fit black muscles and the firm body. He couldn't help himself and put his hand on Brandon's chest and looked into his eyes with lust and longing. God he felt firm and fit and he moved his hand over his pecs and shoulders. So sweaty. So hard. So hot!

"So what can I get you Brandon," asked Aden. Anything special?" He winked and smiled and realised that this was a turning point. What would Brandon do now and where would this go?

"Hey, get those beers out to the others and get back here pronto," said Aden. "I got something in mind." With that he slapped Brandon's firm bum cheeks and winked lewdly. Brandon smirked and hurried away, handing over the beers and hurrying back to Aden.

"Over here quick," said Aden as Brandon returned empty handed but groping at his growing erection. The back of his skull thunked against the wall in the corner behind the metal work shelves, cluttered full of equipment, boxes and files as Aden lunged at him and brought his hands to his sweaty temples. Brandon's lips parted immediately under the pressure of Aden's tongue. His kiss was reckless and hard. Aden was like an animal caged for too long and and finally allowed to spring.

"Oh fuck," Brandon groaned as Aden tugged his waistband down. His cock sprung free and Aden closed his fist around the hard length, jacking like he couldn't wait any longer. Brandon's head angled back against the wall again and Aden licked over his Adam's apple and sucked the pulse jumping in his exposed throat until he let out a cry when the tingle of excitement turned to pain.

He grabbed both cocks in one hand and Brandon spat in his own fist and pushed Aden's hand away. He clutched their cocks with force and vigour and pumped furiously. Every stroke filled Aden with bliss and he rocked his hips, gracelessly chasing every inch of friction. He swung around and pinned Brandon to the wall, sliding his hands up his torso and tweaking his nipples to peaks, loving how he responded with a deep rumble. Their mouths found each other again, violent with need and lust, lips bruising, tongues tangling and flicking for dominance.

It was probably the most violent and sloppy kiss of their entire lives, and also the most satisfying. It left them breathless and gasping, hanging on to each other as the friction increased in their combined cock wank.

"Shit, I'm getting fucking close," Brandon murmured as they kissed again and Aden rubbed and wanked at their stiff rods, pressed so tightly together.

Aden didn't get a chance to reply as he gasped at the feel of a hard digit pressed up and rubbing forcefully around his hole. He hadn't been aware of loosing his shorts but somehow it had happened and he opened his legs to encourage that electric finger to rub and explore.

Brandon laughed and prodded deeper. "Always thought you were a tight arse,"

He flicked his tongue against Aden's ear lobe then spoke low in his ear. "Relax Aden. You want me to do this. I promise."

"Bullshit!...." and then Aden was groaning and moaning as the finger pushed deeper inside and another hand fisted his cock and squeezed.

"Don't. Fucking. Move," Aden gasped out as his legs began to shake and his balls to tingle. Brandon didn't, except to suck the side of Aden's neck as he pressed deeper inside with one hand and stroked the hard shaft with the other. Fuck, this was good. It was more than Aden had expected but he was loving making out with this hard, black hunk and while he was a natural top, having Brandon take control was such a turn on..