[Original Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/G3vrrWK3hI), mostly setup and first missed opportunity.

Everyone in the story remains 18 and consenting. This is a true story to the best of my recollection, with names and details changed or obscured to keep anonymity just in case.So to briefly recap - John is my aunts employee and while they were in town staying at my parents home for a work trip we has a truly unfortunately missed opportunity but kept in touch and kept hoping to try again on another trip.

Our stars aligned a few years after the original incident - by now I was in my early 30s, him a couple of years older than me. Without getting into too much detail, I had always wanted to join my aunt and mom on these trips as they seemed fun, but between being too young or it being for work just never happened. However, on one particular occasion where the trip was almost called off, some last minute cheap plane tickets and some maneuvering on John’s part meant that they were coming into town and they had an extra pass and invited me to join them. That meant that not only would I be able to make the trip I’d always wanted, but I’d have a great reason to stay at the house for attempts at fooling around.

We get to the weekend, and we essentially have two nights for whatever we can make happen. We were constantly messaging on snap goading each other on, ecstatic that we could finally make things happen. We just had to avoid looking suspicious and getting caught, which added a ton of pressure but also kept the entire thing so hot we could barely contain ourselves.

We’re all hanging around the night everyone had gotten in, everyone knew tomorrow would be an early and busy day. So while trying to visit and enjoy the time we had no one wanted to be up too late. While my mom and aunt enjoyed a drink and sitting on an upper patio, I took advantage of the fact my parents had a hot tub to say I’d be getting in just because I could, giving John the chance to opt in to join me. He went downstairs to change and we made sure to align our times headed down to make sure there would be a little wiggle room. I headed downstairs but instead of going out to the hot tub I took a quick peak to make sure everyone was occupied and snuck over to John’s room.

We didn’t want to linger, but as soon as I saw him standing there I couldn’t wait any longer. He turned to see me, his eyes lit up, and in the span of a breath we had pulled each other into an embrace kissing deeply and hungrily. At 5’6” he was a fair bit shorter than my 6’ frame, but it didn’t matter for the brief span of a few seconds all our pent of desire and all the goading and the snaps brought us to this moment where we could finally give in. I was only in a swim trunks but he was completely naked, with nothing to stop my hands from moving down his strong back to his firm cheeks pulling us closer together. We only had a moment and I wasn’t going to wait another second - I dropped to my knees, wrapped a hand around his thickening uncut cock, eased his foreskin back, and tasted him without hesitation. He briefly ran his fingers through my hair, gently urging for more before we remember it would look odd for us to linger too long. He urged me up and into another brief kiss before telling me he’d be out in just a minute.

I walked away licking my lips, straightening my hair, and repositioning my bulge before walking out to the hot tub. John waited a minute or two, probably hoping his boner might subside a little bit, before walking out and joining me in the tub. The patio above was slightly obscured and it was getting later so there wasn’t much light, but it was close enough and bright enough that we had to keep our conversation above board and our below the water explorations mild. Being this close but unable to give in completely was both torture and added to the fire of our lust. We couldn’t do much more than let our hands run over each other and let our feet and legs rub against each other, teasing exploration further north and holding onto our restraint while we kept our conversation neutral, like we hadn’t talked extensively and that we’d rather be doing so much more than talking.

We stayed as long as we dared before going back inside. Hoping everyone went to bed as early as possible to give us the window we’d been hoping for. Unfortunately, unlike the last visit, I would be staying on a different floor across the house. Meaning I would have to pass by two bedrooms to get to his. So we waited as late as we could, knowing the next morning would come early either way, messaging each other and talking through the plan to make sure we got away with our little endeavor. Ahead of time we knew that while both of us would have done damn near anything to do so, I wouldn’t be able to stay for long, let alone the whole night, and even though I ached to have him inside me (oh how I could go on talking about all the ways I wanted him and he wanted me) - we decided to keep things simple to avoid either of us accidentally forgetting ourselves and crying out to the whole house.

So when at last I judged that it was safe, I inched my way across the house, down the stairs excruciatingly slow to avoid waking dogs or family members, before finally getting to the concrete basement where I could move more softly to my final goal of John’s room. I knew he was waiting for me inside, naked under the covers, so I finally opened the door and moved inside, closing it quietly behind me. I heard him slide out of bed slowly to avoid the squeaking frame before I turned and we came together again.

We had the same desire and heat as before, but could finally enjoy ourselves for a brief moment. I’d worn as little as I dared, and my shirt and shorts were quickly removed for me while my hands roamed his body, feeling his every curve and reveling in finally having the moment we’d fantasized about. When I couldn’t hold back any longer I got down to my knees and again tasted his beautiful cock. With the benefit of time, I could enjoy the perfect proportions of his length - thick enough to fill my mouth but not so much that I struggled to avoid scraping it with my teeth, long enough for me to work the length to my desire but not so long I couldn’t take him to the base and tease his head with my throat. His hands grasped my head, fervent whispers of encouragement, desire, and pleasure. A particularly fun discovery stemming from our differing sizes was that on my knees I could easily take him in my mouth without difficulty, but he could put a hand under my chin and lift my head so we could kiss with him only needing to lean slightly. That moment moving from working his cock, tasting his precum, transitioning effortlessly to his lips on mine, him tasting hisself on my lips will forever have a place in my mind as one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

Fearing for time, I finally pushed him back to lean slightly against the bed so I could milk him at full speed. His hand again grasped my head and I heard his frenzied whispers, telling me how close he was, telling me to finish him and swallow his cum. That desire was all I needed to complete my task and finally taste his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I knew this may be our only chance so I used every trick I’ve ever learned, pushing myself further onto him so my throat would engulf him for maximum pleasure and let him know that at least for this moment I was his cocksucker.

I again leaned back so he could kiss me and taste the fruits of my labor on my tongue before I stood up and we embraced again. That moment of contentment could have carried me through the whole night, but time was not our friend. Wasting little time he spun me around and got to his knees. Truly, I am submissive at heart and get much more out of sucking a cock than getting mine sucked, but never have it be said that I won’t enjoy myself anyway. Feeling his lips wrapped around my cock, the warmth of his mouth, the feeling of finally getting to do what we’d wanted for years and doing it in my parents home, and incidentally my brother’s room, was everything I could have hoped for since I first saw his message.

Unfortunately, trying to stifle my breathing and listening to every sound in the house kept me distracted enough to not be able to focus on how good he was doing or to reward him with my cum. We couldn’t stay at it all night so I told him it was fine. We kissed again, savoring our horny kinky success, before I headed back upstairs.

The next day he wore these tight pants that showed off his ass insanely well. I was never so happy to walk behind someone all day. Any time we could, we would sneak into a side hallway or take an extra moment in the bathroom to kiss and feel each other up. Dirty talking nearly nonstop on snap. That evening we were exhausted, but I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass if I could. Feeling bold again I snuck downstairs, this time telling him all I wanted was to take care of him. And for him to snap a few mementos of the time we got away with it.

I still have those photos and will still use them if I wanna show some lucky guy what it looks like when they feed me the cock I crave. And for me to jerk off to when I remember the time I swallowed the cock of my aunt’s married employee, in my parents basement, while everyone was unaware in their beds.

Hope everyone enjoyed! This is my first time writing a story from scratch, be gentle! Happy to hear feedback or to hear from you in my dm’s if you wanna ask more. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll send you the pics.