It had been a long Friday at the office, but what kept me going was the knowledge that in just a couple of hours I’d be going out again with the guys.
It was another two hours before I finally got home, I cracked open a beer from the fridge, taking a gulp I looked out of the window, and saw nothing but darkness, and my own reflection. Rubbing my thick stubble I wondered if I should shave, it was greying showing my age although I knew some of the guys liked it wasn’t suitable for this weekends entertainment I had planned.
Walking into the den picking up the remote and flicking through the channels to see if there was any football on and stopped at the college wrestling. With a smile on my face I collapsed back into my favourite chair. Damn those guys are built, I thought to myself. It wasn’t long before my free hand and rubbing my chest through my shirt, without thinking it wandered down my body past my gut and ending at my crotch; I groaned imagining wrestling one of those built young jocks to the ground hot and sweaty. I chugged another mouthful not taking my eyes off the TV.
I heard the front door slam, “Is that you Cameron?” I shouted.
He was my stepson, my ex-wife had thrown him out for some reason – I didn’t care really.
“I’m just going for a shower.” He shouted.
I finished my beer and continued watching the wrestling, my mind wandered and I remembered the college bar near the campus; damn it was full of jocks maybe some wrestlers too.
Hearing the shower go off, I shouted up, “You finished Cameron?”, there was only a grunt of a reply.
I made my way up the stairs and saw him with just a pair of underwear on, his hair hung over his face.
“Son, you know the rules – every second weekend you’re mine for 48 hours.”
He just groaned again looking up at me through his bangs, “You won’t do anything to embarrass me again will you?”
Smiling i replied, “No of course not.” I think he knew I was lying.
With a sigh he turned his back to me and I walked up behind him, I pushed his thick black hair away from the nape of his neck, kissing it gently and then I felt a familiar tightness as I was pulled into Cameron’s young body, my podgy frame sucked in, hidden completely.
I groaned, and so did Cameron two people one body except it was me in the driving seat this time and Cameron was just along for the ride. Looking up I pushed the long hair out of my eyes and smiled at the young reflection in the mirror.
“Damn! We’re going to have some fun this weekend and I think we’ll start at the college bar.” All I could hear was Cameron groaning in the back of my mind, I looked down smiling as Cameron’s dick hardened.
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