I knew that mom wouldn’t mind, and besides Joe stayed over almost every weekend.
“No, sure it’s okay,” I said.
“Good. I wasn’t sure if you had plans or anything,” Joe answered as he put his hand on my shoulder. “If you’ve got a girl coming over or something I’ll make myself scarce.”
“No, nothing like that,” I said. “Unfortunately.”
I could smell the musky aroma coming from Joe as he stood next to me, the heat radiating off of him as the crinkly hair on his arm touched my skin. My dick got hard as I drained my beer and headed into the house.
I still had my boner a few minutes later as the warm spray of the shower soothed my burning muscles. As my soapy hands reached my genitals I knew this was something that wasn’t going away soon, so I grabbed my dick and made quick work of it.
It wasn’t girls I was thinking about as my knees buckled, squirting cum into the tub. It was Joe standing there in the woods, his hairy body glistening with sweat, his cock hanging there long and proud, that filled my mind as I came.
*
Chapter 3: Knock knock.
I went into my bedroom and turned on the radio, finished drying myself off and slid under the sheet. Turning on the light, I decided to read a magazine before going to sleep. As I read, I heard the bathroom door close down the hall, and the shower being turned on.
It was difficult to read as my mind was busy, thinking of things I had no right to think about. I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall, pausing outside the bathroom door. Repeating a perverted hobby I had engaged in occassionally with my mom on the other side of the door, I knelt and peeked through the keyhole, waiting for the shower to turn off and the curtain to open.
When the shower ended, the room was incredibly foggy, as Joe must have taken a hot one. When the curtain finally opened, I could hardly make out Joe’s form at first through the fog.
After a minute I was able to see a little better through the tiny opening, and was able to see Joe’s backside as he dried off. Even Joe’s ass was a little furry, and the backs of his thighs sparkled as the droplets of water clung to the hair on the backs of his legs.
Without thinking my hand went to my dick, which had become hard as I watched, and began slowly stroking myself. How sick it must look, I thought to myself, to see me kneeling naked in the hall and peeking through a keyhole to watch my mother’s boyfriend coming out of a shower. Sick or not, I was doing it, and while Joe dried himself off, I was hoping he would turn around.
When he did, I suddenly realized that not only was he turning around, he was coming toward the door. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted the few steps down to my room, the creaking floorboards resonating loudly as I turned the corner and closed the door behind me as quickly and as quietly as I could, before jumping into bed and pulling the sheet over me.
That was close, I thought as my heart raced and sweat beaded up on my forehead. I heard Joe going into my mom’s bedroom and let out a sigh of relief. The relief was short-lived, however, because right after that I heard footsteps once again. Footsteps that got closer and closer until they stopped just outside my door.
“Timmy?” Joe said softly as he knocked lightly on the door. “Are you still up?”
*
Chapter 4: Joe visits.
I managed to squeak out enough of an answer to let Joe know that I was awake, and the door opened up slowly. Joe was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and was holding a tube of something in his hand.
“Say Timmy, I got a scratch on the back of my shoulder,” he said while flexing it and grimacing a little. “Really burned when the water hit it. Could you put some of this stuff on it?”
I was somewhat hypnotized by sight of Joe reaching back over his head to feel the abrasion. It was incredibly erotic to see Joe’s armpits, which were simply overflowing with dark brown hair, the outrageous denseness of which was the only thing different from the rest of his body.
I shook myself out of my daze as Joe came over to the bed and sat down next to me. With shaky hands I coazed out some ointment and wiped into the scrape hidden deep in his pelt.
“Ah, that’s good,” Joe said as my oiled fingers rubbed through the coarse fur to cover the scratches. “I really miss your mom at times like this, as well as the other times,” he added with a chuckle.
After I finished I rearranged the sheet over me to hide the fact that I created a little tent as my penis throbbed below. Joe turned and leaned back against the headboard and began conversing with me.
We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I tried not to look at him as we chatted. It was a rather benign conversation at first, but somehow along the way the topics changed, and we were getting much more personal.
“Your mom and me, we’re really hitting it off,” Joe said. “I guess you know that, but we try to keep it quiet, you know? She’s a great woman, and she’s really… passionate, if you get my meaning. Hope me saying this doesn’t bother you, does it?”
I told him that it was alright, although by now the shower I had taken was a distant memory, as perspiration was pouring out of me. The fact that he was such an intimidating presence was not lost on either of us, and it seemed he enjoyed the dominance he had over me, both physically and mentally.
“I’ll bet you knock off your share of tail,” Joe said while cuffing me playfully on the arm. “You’re a real handsome boy, and you really built your body up recently, judging by the pictures of you around the house. You used to be a chubby kid, and now look at you, all well developed and everything.”
I chuckled nervously at that last comment, and as Hendrix played Red House on the radio, I squirmed under the sheets.
“Yeah, I guess I was born too early, because you hippie kids have the right idea, what with the ‘free love’ philosophy,” Joe mused. “Boy, I would have really taken advantage of everything that’s out there. Heck, before your mom came into my life I nailed a few of them hippie chicks myself.”
I laughed nervously and felt ashamed that this old guy was out fucking girls my age who wouldn’t give me the time of day. The fact was that only an old geezer would think I was a hippie, since my hair didn’t even reach my shoulders.
“You know the best thing about you kids is that you aren’t afraid to experiment, you know? Free love, girls making it with girls, guys with guys. It’s great that you try stuff like that, otherwise you end up being curious all your life about some things. Bet you could tell some tales, couldn’t you?”
I mumbled a reply, not ready to tell Joe about the limited experiences I had, and beginning to wonder where this conversation was headed. I didn’t have long to wait to find out.
“Since we’re getting to be almost like family, I could tell you something confidentially,” Joe asked. “I mean, without you telling your mom or anything?”
“Sure.”
“Same goes with me,” Joe said. “Anything you say to me stays with me. I promise. Well, last year I picked up this hippie that was hitchhiking. At first I thought it was a girl, but it turned out to be a guy.”