David Jiminez and I have been best friends since I moved here almost six years ago, when I was 13. We went through junior and senior high school together and we’re going to the same college this fall. We’re even taking a college prep course together this summer to get a jump on our studies in the fall. We know practically everything there is to know about each other, and have shared many wonderful experiences together. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know about me. I have been hopelessly in love with his father from the moment I first saw him. Oscar Jiminez is a very successful, and self-made, regional real estate developer. His wife, Carol, is the classic blond soccer mom, and she’s got a great job working in sales for Apple. So she is always away on business travel, and Oscar is almost always here. At times it’s seemed like he’s raised David by himself, and my family don’t resent it at all when people call him my second dad. If they only knew. He is so big and beefy, with swarthy dark skin, totally covered with a carpet of black curly hair all over his shoulders and chest and back and belly and legs down to a dense little thicket on each of his big feet. His bubble butt is so pronounced you can see the vpl from his jockey shorts even when he’s standing up. One of the first times I was over at their house all those years ago, it was a windy afternoon by the pool and the breeze was making the hair on his chest and back literally wave back and forth and I had to fake a stomach ache and go inside the house or I would not have been able to stop myself from reaching out and touching it. Of course, it was completely impossible that anything could ever happen between us. At first, I was way too young. And he ignored me, treating me no differently than David’s other friends. And even if in some inconceivable instance something might ever have happened, the potential ramifications between him, Carol, David and me were simply to horrible to contemplate. So I pushed him to the back of my mind – except for the five or six times a day that I jack myself off, when the image of this beefy, humpy gorgeous man always imprints itself on the back of my eyeballs as I explode in ecstasy. Since I turned 18 I thought I might be seeing a lingering glance here, or a wink there, but I put it off to wishful thinking and realized I’d be a lot better off away at school with David – who holds absolutely no attraction for me whatsoever. As I was about to find, how quickly things can change. Carol Jiminez and my parents had both gone away for the weekend, and it was decided I’d stay at David’s with him and his dad – something I’d done countless times over the years. David and I had our class on Saturday, and some friends were going to come over for a pool party afterward. Friday, David and his dad and I barbecued out by the pool, and he let us have a couple of beers each. Not drunk, but a little woozy, we headed off to bed about 10 pm – David in his room and me in the guest room that gets referred to as “Matt’s Room” because I sleep in it so much. Around 1:30 I awoke with that peculiar after-beer combination of needing a drink and needing to piss. In service of both, I padded down the hall towards the bathroom, naked, since I had no expectation of bumping into either David or Oscar. As I passed David’s room, I could clearly hear his loud snoring behind the closed door. What a lightweight, any alcohol at all and he’s out like a light. I know I’ll be having to keep an eye on him at frat parties. I approached the door to Carol and Oscar’s master bedroom and noticed it was slightly ajar. Curious and apprehensive, worried but determined, I quietly and carefully looked around the door jamb into the room. Oscar Jiminez had obviously fallen asleep reading a book which was lying beside him on the bed. The reading light cast a small pool of light around him. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that he was completely naked. His hairy body from waist upward, and from thigh downward, I was intimately familiar with from gazing at him longingly at pool parties for the last six years. What I had no previous experience of was the immense bush of thick, curly pubic hair, and a stout thick erection pointing straight up in the air. In a blinding moment of insight, clarity and dawning, I realized that my cock was bigger – much bigger – than Oscar’s. It practically leaped up into the air in front of me, swelling to its full 9” length in seconds. Don’t get me wrong, Oscar was by no means small, but quite a bit more about girth than length, and that huge bush of fur between his legs made him look shorter than I knew he must be. Caution, prudence, hesitation, fear, concern and worry were all swept aside by a wave of naked, wanton lust. I had wanted this man so bad since the day I first set eyes on him, and there he was. Unable to control myself, without the slightest concern for his reaction or any ramifications, I slipped into the room, quietly closed the door, and strode over to the bed, my rigid, swollen cock swaying back and forth in front of me. I gazed down at his snoring form, his beautiful body that I had thought about for so many years, and my compulsion and desire completely swept me away. I clambered onto the king size bed, with my knees on either side of his head and my cock lying in the thicket of his chest hair, and I plunged his erection into my mouth. I sucked his cock like it was the last cock on earth. I sucked it like it was the source of all life. I sucked it like a drowning man. I plunged it into and out of my mouth, as far down my throat as I could make it go, inhaling the breathtaking scent of the musk from his fur and using my hands to rub and stroke his heavy testicles. Oscar Jiminez let out a groan and shifted slightly. At any moment I expected a shout of outrage, perhaps even to be thrown to the floor or physically assaulted. What I didn’t expect, was for him to start gently stroking and scratching the backs of my hairy legs. So I redoubled my efforts on his rigid cock, putting everything I had into it. The first sign that he was fully awake, was he shifted a pillow under his head, and moved his hands upward to begin stroking the cheeks of my ass.