What My Friend Showed Me That Hot Afternoon

I’ve known Esteban for more than fifteen years. He lives alone with his son, Tomás, a boy who’s just turned nineteen: tall, slim, and so beautiful you couldn’t help noticing him. His mother had run off after the divorce with the gym trainer, a total cliché, and since then neither of them had heard from her again.

We met up from time to time to catch up. The usual thing was to see each other in some café in the center and, if the afternoon dragged on, carry on with a few drinks at his place. That was exactly the routine that Tuesday in late July, when the whole city seemed to be melting under a sun that gave no mercy.

We were drinking iced coffee in the living room, just the two of us. The boy had been locked away in his room since I arrived. We were talking about the usual things—work, memories, the women who no longer paid us any attention—when I saw him cross the hallway on his way to the kitchen.

He was wearing very tight, short lycra pants that showed off a plump, perky ass, and a loose T-shirt with a plunging neckline that barely concealed his torso. His long hair fell loose over his shoulders.

I could do nothing but stare at him, amazed. He was simply a gorgeous sight.

—Your boy has grown up handsome, Esteban —I said without thinking—. Is he already eighteen?

—Nineteen. Just turned nineteen.

My friend noticed the way I was looking at him. With desire, I suppose; I think it was pretty obvious. It’s not that I was especially attracted to men, though I had had a few experiences when I was young. By that point in my life, I no longer considered myself to have any fixed sexuality: I was simply turned on by whatever turned me on, and that was that.

And that boy had something. Something different from other times.

I had only seen him for a few minutes at each of our meetings, but that afternoon there was something new about him. Softer. More feminine. When he came back from the kitchen with a glass of water, his father stopped him with a smile I couldn’t quite interpret.

—Sweetheart, why don’t you show our guest what you can do? What you could become. What you are.

Esteban was looking at me slyly, savoring in advance the surprise he had in store for me.

—Are you sure? —the boy asked.

—Of course. We’re going to have some fun. Didn’t you have plans today?

—No. I’m all yours.

Still dazed by that ass, I didn’t notice that he had used the feminine to refer to himself. Nor did I notice the small, firm breasts that peeked out every now and then between the cutouts in the T-shirt. He turned and went back to his room before my brain could process any of it.

Esteban poured me another shot of orujo, which was what we’d switched to after the coffee, and kept the conversation going as if nothing had happened. That made me even more confused.

—Sorry about the heat —he said—. The air conditioning broke yesterday.

Even now I still don’t know whether that was true or part of the plan. He took off his shirt as casually as anything. It wasn’t as if we had never seen each other without clothes: after years of friendship and gym changing rooms, it had happened once or twice.

—You don’t mind if I get comfortable, do you?

—Not at all. Make yourself at home.

I smiled, still not really understanding what this was all about, and a little surprised to see his torso completely depilated.

—I didn’t know you were shaving now.

—Tomás says it looks better like this. What do you think?

—He’s right. I’ve been like this for a while too.

—Let me see!

I lifted my shirt to show him my chest and stomach, also shaved. We laughed, filled our glasses again, and let enough time pass for a sublime apparition to make its entrance in the living room.

***

He had transformed into the perfect schoolgirl. He had tied his long hair into two pigtails, one on each side of his head. Careful makeup concealed any masculine features that might have remained, and there weren’t many. The white blouse, almost transparent, revealed a beautiful lace bra. There wasn’t much to support, but the garment itself was a delicious detail.

The plaid pleated skirt was so short that, with just a slight bend, you could make out his ass. Knee-high socks and impossible heels completed the outfit.

He turned around once so I could admire him in full. A whistle escaped me; it was that or keeping my mouth hanging open. And I wanted him to know that what I was seeing thrilled me.

—What a surprise! —I managed to say.

He sat sideways on his father’s lap and started showering his face with wet kisses. I have to admit I was green with envy. I wanted those kisses for me.

—What do you think of my daughter? —Esteban asked.

—A beauty. I never would have thought that such a plain-looking guy as you could produce something that lovely. And so affectionate too, for how prickly you’ve always been.

I was joking, but the truth was I was dying to join them.

—By the way, what’s her name?

—She’s decided to call herself Carla.

—And you, as always, giving in to all her whims.

—This one was worth it, judging by the results.

—It certainly was. Carla, you’re a stunner.

—Thank you. You’re very kind to a girl like me. Daddy, may I thank your friend for his sweet words?

—Of course, darling. I know you’ve always liked him.

This time she did get up and came over to me. The way she walked, swaying her hips, was hypnotic; even the pigtails swung over her sculpted shoulders. She sat astride my thighs, facing me, with her knees on either side.

She kissed me. But it was a serious kiss, deep, with plenty of tongue, which I returned with all my hunger. I played my tongue against hers and gave it back to her. It was utterly lewd. All the while, she stroked the back of my neck and my hair, trying to push more tongue between my lips.

She tugged at my T-shirt to pull it off, and as she separated a little from my body, I could reach her breasts with my mouth. I nibbled at the nipples through the fabric and licked her cleavage.

I slid my hands over the smooth skin of her thighs until I grabbed both buttocks. It felt like marble carved by a Greek sculptor. She was only wearing a thong, and underneath it something already quite hard could be made out, still hidden by the skirt, pressed against my stomach.

Carla began to move down my body. She licked my ear, went down to my neck, nibbled my nipples the same way I like to do with women. I could feel the soft brush of her skin against mine. She was loving it, but I also wanted to enjoy her and make her come.

***

I lifted her effortlessly and laid her on the sofa. I opened her blouse to look at that soft, increasingly feminine torso. With the skill that comes from experience, I unfastened the strapless bra in one move and threw myself onto her small breasts, licking and sucking the nipples. Her soft moans, spoken in a husky, sensual voice, told me she liked it.

At that point her father joined us, and I left him one breast so he could help me make her feel good. We looked into each other’s eyes for a second and, over his daughter’s half-naked body, Esteban and I kissed for the first time. It was a soft kiss, barely a brush of lips, but one of complete complicity. A promise of deeper things.

Since he was so close, while I kept sucking at the other breast, I slid a hand down his back until I grabbed one buttock, still covered by his Bermuda shorts. Then I went back to Carla. I licked her flat stomach, adorned with a small piercing, and by the way she tensed it I knew she was enjoying herself.

My hand slowly climbed the inside of her thigh, in long, languid strokes, until it reached the thong under the skirt. I pulled at the tiny garment to free it. The cock sprang out into the air: slim, straight, proud, with a dark glans and rock-hard. It had been years since I’d seen such a beautiful penis, shaved and smelling clean.

—How pretty! —I blurted out.

I started by running my tongue over the testicles, which made him shiver and let out a deep moan.

—You bastard, you suck it so well —Esteban said with a laugh.

—I like giving pleasure. And she deserves it.

I put my heart into it: long licks along the shaft, my tongue stroking the frenulum, the glans going in and out of my mouth. By then my friend had pulled out my cock, equally hard, equally shaved, and was stroking it slowly while continuing to lick his daughter’s breasts.

When Carla came, I moved up to her face and let the semen mixed with my saliva fall into her mouth. She opened it wide to receive it. Immediately I slipped my tongue in to play with hers, and Esteban joined the exchange in a three-way kiss. It was the first time I had kissed my friend, and we did it with the pleasure of his daughter in between.

—Shall we go to bed? —she suggested.

***

I didn’t bother answering. I sat up and picked her up in my arms. Despite her height, she weighed very little; she was extremely slender. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stroking the back of it as I carried her down the hallway. Esteban was behind me, and I think it was the first time I really noticed my friend’s ass. It hit me with a shiver that that same afternoon I was going to fuck father and daughter. And that the three of us were going to enjoy it.

I laid her down on the bed. The sheets were rumpled and both sides of the mattress were clearly occupied; those two slept together. Carla got onto all fours to unfasten my Bermuda shorts and pull them down to my ankles, dragging my underwear with them.

—Fuck, I knew you were hot. But you’re better than I imagined.

—You really thought about me?

—Ever since I started liking men. And that was a long time ago.

She left me completely naked. She came down slowly, running her tongue over my abs and navel. She took my testicles into her mouth and her tongue sent a current up my spine and straight to my brain. With one hand she spread my buttocks and slid a playful finger over my anus. I was panting. Meanwhile, Esteban had positioned himself behind her and was nibbling at her ass.

When she had my glans between her lips, I came. It was impossible to hold back with everything I was feeling. I lost my hardness, of course, but she kept sucking, licking, pinching my nipples, until I recovered in no time.

Esteban had opened her anus well with his tongue and fingers, and had put plenty of lubricant there. Carla didn’t even let me move: she was the one who mounted my hip and drove my resurrected cock into that beautiful ass I had admired so much. Holding her buttocks, I lowered her slowly, and a moan escaped both of us at the same time when she took me all the way in.

—I can feel it in my stomach, sweetheart —she panted.

Esteban distributed kisses between his daughter and me, with generous amounts of tongue and saliva.

—Bring me your cock —I asked him.

He had shaved it too, thicker and a little shorter than Carla’s. It was delicious to suck his testicles while his daughter rode me slowly but deep. With my free hand I found the girl’s cock, hard again, and stroked it in rhythm with her movements. With my other arm I wrapped around my friend’s waist, kneaded his buttocks, and slid a finger up to his anus. The last time I’d seen him, in that changing room, he’d been very hairy; now he was smooth, with not a single hair. His gasps said he liked it.

—Get on top, I want to eat your ass —I told him.

He did. He put his ass over my mouth while they kissed lewdly, letting saliva drip onto my stomach. But the one who still hadn’t come all the way was me, and I was waiting for more.

—Come on, Daddy. I want to see him fuck you —Carla asked.

She helped me sit up while Esteban lay down on his back. Carla positioned herself behind her father’s head, grabbed his ankles, and arched his back to leave his ass in the perfect position for me. I don’t know when he had put on lubricant, but my cock went in easily, smoothly. The look of pleasure on Carla’s face as she watched me fuck her father was a thing of legend.

I don’t know how long we went on like that, but we were all at the limit. It wasn’t long: I ended up filling one of my best friend’s ass with semen, someone I had never once touched with desire until that afternoon.

***

—That was amazing —said Esteban, catching his breath—. We’ve known each other for years and I never suspected this.

—It’s pretty recent. You were incredible too. I figured you were kinky, but this...

—Hey, guys! And what about me? Didn’t I do anything? —Carla protested, stroking her breasts with a slutty look on her face.

We both burst out laughing.

—Yes, sweetheart, you were perfect. The kinkiest, most lewd girl I’ve ever met. You brought out everything in me that I’d been repressing for years.

—I hope you invite me again. I’d like to keep exploring with you.

Carla came over affectionately and hung from my neck again.

—And with me alone? Aren’t you going to take me out to dinner and dancing one day?

—Of course, sweetheart. If you want to go out with an old man like me.

—You’re not old at all, and I’d love to see you more often. My daddy isn’t jealous at all, is he?

—Not at all. My girl can have as many boyfriends and girlfriends as she wants —Esteban replied—. But we’re still not going to stop yet.

Needless to say, that little orgy went on all night and for much of the next day. Without getting dressed, without stopping caressing, licking, and kissing one another except to eat, shower, and sleep in brief snatches.