{{There was a story on here the other day about a massage in the same room as someone's dad. Reminded me of one of my hookups from years ago when I first came out. This is the precursor to that - hookup to come.}}

My buddy Jason and I had been friends for years. In high school I spent a ton of time at his place playing video games and hanging out after practice. We were pretty close for many years, and still talk to this day. His parents were pretty chill, and they let us stay up late and didn't make a fuss if we snuck a beer or two. It likely had to do with the fact that they weren't that much older than us - Jason's mom and dad were high school sweethearts and, well let's just say that after high school and a shotgun wedding, suddenly a family of two became a family of three. Despite having relatively young parents, Jason had his shit together - good grades, a chisseled jawline, and an athletes body. He was captain after all. Both Jason's parent's were stunners, but his dad, Scott, was on another level. He was 6'3" and looked like he'd been lifting weights all his life. He was in medical sales, but spent a lot of time rock climbing and lifting weights.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I'd always had a thing for Scott. At least back then, I didn't realize that I was gay, yet looking back it was as plain as day. I'd always notice him when he came in, always stare a little too long, and would be both excited and nervous when he'd be shirtless working in the back yard. It wasn't uncommon to see Scott lifting weights in the basement or going for a run shirtless, always something that made me take notice. I mean, big arms, a big chest, and a six pack in your later thirties/early forties is incredible. And, at least according to Jason, his dad had a pretty big cock. At that point in life I hadn't seen it for myself, but his short running shorts certainly seemed to hold quite the bulge, and it seemed like his wife Vanessa seemed to enjoy it -- every once in a while when Jason and I would have a sleepover and we'd stay up late watching movies or playing video games you'd hear his parent's fucking through the thin walls when they had thought we had gone to bed. I have one vivid memory of listening to them one night when Jason was fast asleep - you could hear the headboard banging against the wall, his mom moaning as Scott fucked her. At one point I remember her moaning "Fuck baby, your cock is so big. Fuck my pussy. Ohhhhh fuck. No, no, put it back in. Please. I need it. Fill me back up baby, you feel so fucking good inside me." Needless to say, teenage me was rock hard listening to that.

After that, not staring was so much harder. I'd catch myself staring at Scott's package when he was grilling, or when he was lifting weights in the basement and we were playing video games in the other corner. I made a joke about hearing his parent's fuck once to Jason, and he laughed and said, "yeah... you kinda get used to it. I mean, if I was carrying around as big a weapon as my dad, I'd wanna use it all the time too. But they fight about it as much as they fuck. Sometimes I hear them fighting because dad wants to have sex and mom doesn't want to because its too big and hurts." I'm sure my eyes bulged out of my skull upon hearing that, and afterwards, I couldn't get the image out of my head. At least until our senior year.

Vanessa had gone out of town for a week with Jason's younger brother to chaperone a school trip, leaving Jason and Scott to fend for themselves. Jason had invited me to come hang and have a boys long weekend with him and his dad. My parent's said yes, and so I packed my bags and headed over to Jason's. Most of the weekend was chill - we played video games, ordered pizza, watched a movie, and Jason's dad even let us have a few beers. We stayed up late, hot tubbed (and yes... I checked out Scott's package in his swim trunks), and eventually went to bed. We passed out pretty quickly, but I ended up waking up after not too long - likely the beer. I've since learned I don't sleep well after drinking. The house was quiet and dark, so I got up, and walked down the hall to take a piss. On my way back to the bedroom, I saw a faint light from the TV coming from Scott's room - the door was slightly ajar. I hadn't noticed on my way to the bathroom, but as I walked back to the bedroom I slowed slightly and peeked through the crack.

What I saw, is an image I will never forget. Scott was completely naked, laying on top of his bed, illuminated by whatever was on the TV. His incredible physique was fully on display, and I stopped to drink it all in. Before, I'd always caught myself staring and then quickly darted my eyes away, but this was the first time I was able to stop and really look. His body was taught and fit. Just a light dusting of hair on his chest and arms, chisseled abs, big quads and arms, and oh my fucking god, his cock. It was fucking huge. I didn't know then, but can tell you now it's 8.5-9 in, cut, and fucking thick. Like a fucking redbull can.

I stood there watching as Scott slowly stroked his cock. It glistened in the tv light with the lube as he slowly ran his hand up and down his shaft. I was mesmerized by it. My own cock was now at full mast in my boxers, and I could feel the pre-cum starting to make a wet spot in the front. I slowly slid my hand down inside the waistband and gave myself a few strokes all while continuing to watch through the crack in the doorway. Fuck it was so hot. I remember watching as Scott continued to stroke himself, slowly at first, then with long strokes where he would let his cock flop back against his abdomen and make a heavy sound as it hit his taught abs. It came up past his fucking belly botton. Scott slowly sped up and I was transfixed, watching as his hand slicked up and down his huge cock. He played with his nipples a little bit and continued to stroke, getting faster and faster, letting out a few grunts in the process. It wasn't much longer before his head leaned back into the pillows, his body tensing as it arched. You could see his abs flex in the TV light, and hear his breath catch. Then, he let out a deep gutteral moan, spraying rope after rope of thick cum all over his washboard abs and chest. It was like a fucking fountain, shooting so much cum.

I quickly raced back to the bedroom so I didn't get caught watching. I jerked my own meat furiously, imagining what it would be like to feel Scott unload inside me and what it would be like to taste his fat monster cock. It didn't take long at all beofre I'd shot my own load everywhere, quickly wiping it up with a pair of socks from my bag. I lay awake thinking about what I'd just witnessed before eventually passing out. The rest of the weekend was uneventful, and Scott gave no indication that he'd discovered he'd had an audience that night. That memory lived in my head rent free for years until a chance encounter let one of my horny teenage wishes come true.