I never knew my father I was brought up by my Mom up to the age of 6. My Mom met a man named Joe and dated him for some time. I liked Joe he smelled good like pine trees and was very handsome tall muscular man he seemed like a giant to me at my young age. He soon moved in with us and became like my Dad. Mom seemed happy and her and Joe loved each other very much. Joe was always good to me and I started to call him Dad. I would lay on the couch in front of him and watch TV as he held me. I would often turn myself to face him and put my head against his chest and fall asleep. I would always wake the next day in my bed. I did not know it then but I was developing a boy crush on Joe. I wanted to spend all my time with him. We showered together all the time and I began to check out his nude body he was hairy on his chest and legs and arms his but was smooth and strong. He would hold me in his big strong arms and I felt safe.
He never did anything to me sexually but around the age of 12 I wanted him to I began to want to touch him and feel his naked body. I would jerk off thinking about laying nude with him touching him. When we showered together I would purposely brush my body against his. He taught me a lot about life etc and anything I asked him about he would tell me. I asked about sex he explained it with no problem always open and straight forward with me.
When I was 14 I told him I loved him he said he loved me too I said no I love you like Mom loves you. He seemed to be a bit thrown off by this. He looked at me and said no son you don't understand what you mean is you feel love for me but not like your Mom feels. I said no I love you and want to be with you like Mom is. He told me he loved me but not that way he saw me as his son.
When I turned 15 my Mom got very sick with cancer. She fought hard but a year later she was gone and that left me and Joe alone in the house. Joe was a mess without Mom I tried to do things like cook and keep the house clean. Joe became depressed and did not talk a lot. He would go to work come home eat and sleep. He would always tell me he loved me and that he missed Mom but was glad I was there. I so wanted to be there in everyway for Joe.
One night Joe came home drunk he never drank other than a beer now and then he was smashed falling down drunk.
I got him in the house and got him in bed. I took off his clothing and as I did I could feel myself getting hard looking at his body. It had been some time since I had seen him nude. As I was pulling the covers over him he reached out and grabbed my arm pulling me into the bed. Stay he said its lonely in this bed.
I was in my boxers he pulled me to him spooning me my back to his front side. It felt so nice to feel his warm body against mine. He kissed my cheek and then I heard him snoring. I lay there loving the feel of him pressed against me. I could feel his penis resting against my bum it felt so good.
I lay there for a time and then reached my hand back and slipped it down to his penis. I held it in my hand and felt his pubic hair. As I was touching him it started to get hard. I loved the feel of it in my hand. I had played with a friend a few times imagining it was Joe in my mind I had sucked the one guys dick. I wanted to suck Joe. I slipped down under the covers and soon my face was there in front of his hard cock. I licked it and smelled his manly scent. I licked his balls and then started to suck his dick. He shifted in the bed a few times but was out. I sucked for a long time then I heard him moan and call out my Moms name and then he shot his cum in my mouth. I loved it and was so happy I had wanted this for a long time. It was my first taste of cum and it was sooo good I wanted more but his penis went down. After I snuggled up to him and fell fast asleep.
The next morning I woke to the sound of the shower. I was laying in the bed alone. I walked to the bathroom and called out to Joe he pulled the shower curtain back and looked very frightened. He said something I did not hear I asked what? he said when I get out of shower I will talk with you. I wondered what was up.
I made some eggs toast and bacon for his breakfast. He came to the table in his robe as he always did. He sat and as I went to get his orange juice he grabbed my arm and said I am sorry about last night. I said sorry? for what? he hung his head then looked up at me and said I woke up nude next to you in bed I am sorry if I did anything I should not have. I told him he was drunk I helped him to bed and he asked me to lay with him that's all. He seemed relieved by that and perked up. He said oh man I feel awful I should never drink. We laughed and he went to lay on couch and watch TV.
I wanted to tell him and let him know I loved what happened but I saw how upset he was. I never told him about it but always dreamed it would happen again. I can still feel his warm body and smell his scent I wanted to be his everything and make him feel good. Later when he was ill and about to die he took my hand and said I love you son you have made my life so much better by being in it. I cried that day as he slipped away if he only knew just how much I loved him.

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