by WRJ
At fifteen years of age I was transported one thousand miles to live with my dad in Arizona. My mother, who had divorced my dad ten years previously, had just remarried, and my stepdad didn�t want to deal with some cocky, smart-mouth teenager. Wanting so desperately to live my dad since my parents divorced when I was five years old, I thought the change was going to be great. Well, I guess you can fill in your own challenging scenarios about the �high expectations� of adolescence. But here�s one day of mine, when I was eighteen years old.
�Come on, Bobby, let�s go! I�m outta here in thirty minutes!�, were the words of my dad�s deep masculine voice, blasting through my bedroom door, one school morning in May. My dad was 40 year olds at the time, and owner of the MavenBridge Construction Company. He was a stern, unemotional man who had little, if any, tolerance for the weakness of others.
I gave a start when his commanding voice pierced my door and penetrated my serene unconsciousness. I groaned and tightly clutched my pillow. Squinting at the clock on my nightstand, the time read. 7:05am.
�Yeah! Yeah, Dad! I�m up!!�, I growled. Arching my back, I stretched my lean muscular body high on the bed. Immediately, my hands traveled up to my stiff, throbbing cock. It quivered frantically in the opening of my blue and white polka-dot boxer shorts. Slapping the rock-hard dick back and forth several times with my right hand, I released a heavy sigh and groaned. Flattening my body back down on the bed, I slid my boxers down over my feet. My hands eagerly gripped my damp, early-morning, cum-filled cock. I was wildly massaging my sweaty balls, when I heard a truck door slam downstairs in the driveway. I could feel my sleep-filled eyes widen with anticipation. My pecker got a notion of anticipation too. The fat, six-inch pecker began to tremble and gyrate even more furiously. I was on a definite high as I lumbered over toward the bedroom window. Carefully sliding back the curtains, I peered down into the yard.
The lushly-scented, early-Spring breeze teased and caressed my bare, hairless chest. My little brown nipples hardened when I gazed down to see my dad�s foreman, Dengaro Ghiles, getting out of his pick-up truck. My whole frickin� body shuttered and I savagely gripped my raging cock. Stroking it harder, I stared down into the yard at the warrior with the full leonine mane of wavy black hair with a slight hint of gray here and there. Dengaro�s broad shoulders were proud and arrogant; his masculine gait was aggressive; almost military in intent. I watched as the material of his denim pants smoothed, stretched and creased with each long stride of steps. I began to imagine the intoxicating male-scent that dwelt just inside those trousers. I thought, damn, what I wouldn�t give to have those muscular thighs tightly locked around my head with Dengaro�s big, hard, hairy cock savagely titillating my throat and tonsils.
Dengaro at that time was forty-one years old. He was once a petty thief and scoundrel who my dad had rescued from jail-time, and a future life of crime, by paying a large sum of money to some very powerful business associates. My dad then set about creating a job and training opportunities for him with his lucrative construction business. My Dad and Dengaro were rough-and-tumble high school buddies. But about ten years earlier when some local lowlifes were framing Dengaro for a major theft at a department store, my Dad had come to his high school buddy�s rescue. And up to that point, other than being a total womanizer and getting just about every woman pregnant that he slept with, Dengaro�s life seemed to be in control.
Anyway, while I was whacking my prick like a real mofo, my hungry eyes devoured the tall lusty man as he stopped to light a cigarette. After taking a deep gratifying inhale, he strode on like a panther on the prowl across the yard toward the back of the house. He kept glancing about him. It seemed he sensed that someone watching him. And just as he was about to turn the corner of the house, his head spun around and looked directly up at my window. I quickly eased back to one side, out of view, before I was seen. Closing my eyes, I released several gasps for breath, grunted loudly, and copiously inundated the foot of my bed with my sweet sperm. For almost a whole minute, my cock wildly quivered and squirted abundant spunk all over the place. I grunted, moaned and writhed there against the wall of my bedroom � triumphantly elated. My mind was blissfully consumed with sweet lustful fantasies of my dad�s best friend, again.
Then, through my post-ejaculatory haze, I suddenly heard dad�s heavy-booted steps in the hall moving toward my door.
�Come on, Lazy Ass! Let�s go! Unless you want to walk to school!� he bellowed through the door.
I stood there leaning stiffly up against the wall, clutching and toying with my cum-soaked cock and balls. I sensed an impish grin playing about my lips as I made ready to respond to my impatient pappa.
�Yeah, Dad! I�m coming! I�m REALLY coming!�, I shouted, trying not to laugh.
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