Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 23:21:54 -0600
From: CdnCub Utah <cdncubutah@gmail.com>
Subject: My Best Friend's Dad - Part 1

My Best Friend's Dad
By CdnCubUtah

This story depicts sexual situations between legal adults at least 18 years
of age or older and those reading the story should also be as such. The
work is fictional and any connection or resemblance to real people is a
coincidence. This is my first real attempt at erotica and I plan on writing
additional installments to this story, please feel free to send feedback to
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This was the last game of the rugby season and the score was tied, but
Travis didn't let the pressure get to him, he played like he always played,
hard. Travis was a high school senior, but as many did, you would think he
was a junior in college because he was bigger and bulkier than most of his
classmates.  When most guys built a workout regime they worked to look
good, to show off each and every muscle and to have that all popular
six-pack that was so ripped you could grate cheese on it, but Travis' goal
was strength. Those other guys looked good, but Travis could take a man
down in seconds, which was why he did so well in Rugby and had been playing
with the seniors since he was sophomore.

They had been clobbering the opposing team up until the end of the first
half but as usual, many of the guys started to get cocky, the opposing team
was gaining, and in the last minute of the game they were only down by one
point. The other team had the ball and if Travis and his teammates could
hold them back they would win the game, but at the last moment one of their
wingers broke free of the pack and was making a run for it. Travis was a
big kid which is why he played fullback, he could take down pretty much
anyone he came across, but he was also fast. Travis took off after the
approaching opponent and with only a moment to spare he leaped on his prey,
and the ball rolled to a stop only a foot from the goal line. The crowd
erupted in a roar as they all started to rush the field, they had done it,
they won.

Travis' team tackled him and as they rolled around cheering and screaming
they were surrounded by the crowd, which in this small town was pretty much
everyone in town. Being congratulated by the coaches, students, parents,
and everyone in town had Travis grinning from ear to ear. What a way to end
his senior year. Travis noticed a man pushing his way through the crowd, he
was a burly fellow dressed in mechanics coveralls, covered with grease and
grime from a day of work.

"TRAVIS!" he shouted as he reached his arms out, wrapping Travis in a bear
hug.

"Cutting it a little close there," he said with a deep chuckle.

Travis laugh as he wrapped his arms around the stocky man, resting his head
on his chest, almost intoxicated by the manly musk rising from the furry
chest. After a long embrace the burly man let Travis go, smiled a warm
smile, and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Thanks for coming, it means a lot," Travis said as he smiled back.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world, you worked hard for this son."

He called him son, but Mr. Jensen wasn't Travis' dad, although he was the
closest thing Travis had to a real father figure.

Travis and his Mom Barb has moved into town about a month before Travis
started high school, they had been living in downtown Denver, but things
had to change. Travis' mom and dad had divorced about a year earlier and
although it was pretty amicable his dad moved across country to take a job
in New York, while Travis and his mom moved into an apartment. Originally
it was going well, but when his mom lost her job they were forced to look
at other options, which is when they relocated to this small Colorado
town. He wasn't too keen on moving away from his friends but it didn't seem
so bad when they moved in next door to the Jensen's.

Normally Travis didn't have trouble making friends and within a few days he
met Patrick Jensen, and he was pretty happy that there was a kid living
next door that was the same age as him. Travis and Patrick spent a lot of
time together before school started, and although they didn't share a lot
of the same hobbies they had fun hanging out. Barb worked two jobs and
although Travis wasn't a trouble maker, she felt better that he was able to
spend many evenings at the neighbors', where Mr. Jensen could keep an eye
on him. Brad Jensen was a single dad and he had lived in town all his life,
and until a few years ago he had been married. However, one day his wife up
and left without warning, but he didn't care much and had been enjoying the
bachelor life ever since. He spent his time raising his son, running his
garage, and he didn't have to answer to anyone, which was the way he liked
it.

He wasn't a strict father but the boys respected him, and Travis soon
learned that Mr. Jensen was a person he could trust. If Travis ever needed
something and his mom couldn't help, or she didn't know the answer,
Mr. Jensen was there for him. Brad loved his son but they really didn't
have anything in common, as Patrick was in the band, did theater, and
wasn't really into sports. So when Travis came to town Brad was happy to be
a role model for him and help teach him the ropes. Brad was the one that
introduced Travis to rugby, coached him, helped him set up a workout
routine, and was always there for him, just like a dad would be.

After the big game Travis met Patrick at the side of the field where he was
packing up his equipment with the marching band.

Great game Travis!" Patrick said punching Travis in the arm.

"Owww..." Travis cried as he fell to the ground holding his arm like
Patrick had broke it.

"Oh stop it you goob, that didn't hurt one bit," he said as he flipped
Travis off.

"Oh shit, should I call an ambulance?" Mr. Jensen said as he approached the
boys with a grin.

"No dad, he's just being a little baby I'm sure it's nothing that a good
slap won't fix," Patrick said as he finished packing up his things. "Hey
dad, is it okay if I go over Laura's house?" Patrick asked with a pleading
grin on his face.

"Yes Patrick, but if you aren't home before 1am I am going to come over
there and ring your neck, understood?"

"Yes sir, I won't be late. Her parents will be there, I'll have my cell
phone, don't worry!" he said as he ran off to meet Laura.

"He's got it bad for her," Mr. Jensen said as he put his arm around Travis'
shoulder.

"Yeah, he's in WUVVVVV" Travis replied as they both laughed.

"Need a ride home son?"

"That would be great Mr. Jensen, thanks!" he replied with a smile.

"Son, we have known each other for 4 years, you're almost like family, stop
it with the Mr. Jensen stuff!" he shouted in a joking way.

"Sir YES SIR!" Travis replied with a fake salute, laughing as they made
their way to the truck.

As they drove out of the school parking lot Travis noticed a group of girls
standing in front of the school and he slid down in his seat to avoid being
notice. The girls were obviously waiting for someone and Travis' reaction
told Mr. Jensen that he was the target of this gaggle of high school geese,
which made him chuckle. They pulled up to the Jensen's and after another
big bear hug the two went their separate ways.

Travis often came home to an empty house since his mom worked nights, but
he expected her home this evening. To his surprise the house was dark and
he was alone, so he dropped his gear, in the front entry and headed into
the kitchen. Although the house was empty he could smell something cooking,
and as Travis entered the kitchen he saw a note from his mom sitting in
front of the crockpot. The not read, "Sorry honey, someone called in sick
and I had to head back to work, this stew is for you and the
fellas. Congratulations on the final game of the season! Love, Mom." His
mom worked a lot so it always made him smile when she went out of her way
to make him dinner, even though he was old enough to fend for himself.

Travis went to his room and slipped off his rugby uniform, tossing the
shirt and shorts onto a chair in the corner. He sniffed his long stripped
socks and cringed at the eye watering smell, he hadn't washed them for a
month because the team decided it was good luck in the finals. He enjoyed
the smell of sweat and there was something about the manly smell of the
locker room after a hard game that turned him on, but these socks were too
much. Travis sorted through a pile of slightly worn clothes smelling the
occasional shirt and as he bent over his furry jock strapped ass reflected
in the mirror on his closet door. Travis was almost twice as big as the
other guys on his team, and even though he was 18 he had already started
developing a nice layer of fur. He had a pretty thick patch of chest hair
with hair around his nipples, and a bushy happy trail that lead down his
thick hard stomach into his jock.  Some of the guys teased him a bit for
being so hairy but he didn't care. he liked being hairy, just like
Mr. Jensen.

He finally found a tank top and some shorts that weren't too sweaty, pulled
them on, and slipped on a pair of flip flops. As he walked into the kitchen
he looked out the window towards the Jensen's place and saw a big muscular
shadow moving on the other side of a frosted window, which meant Mr.
Jensen was still cleaning up from his day at the shop. He knew that Patrick
would be out all night with his girlfriend, but he wanted to make sure that
Mr. Jensen got some of the stew his mom had left for them. Picking up the
crock pot and a bag of rolls he headed out the door and across the lawn to
the neighboring house.

Knowing that Mr. Jensen was in the shower he didn't bother to knock and
just let himself in, heading to the kitchen to drop off the crockpot. As he
entered the living room he notice Mr. Jensen's coveralls sitting on the
floor just outside the door to the master bedroom, which was right off the
main living area. He walked to the door and was about to announce himself
when he noticed that the door to the en suite bathroom was ajar, and he had
a perfect view of the muscular hairy man soaping himself up in the
shower. Instead of calling out to let Mr. Jensen know that he was there he
decided to enjoy the show.

Throughout high school Travis had spent many nights sleeping over at the
Jensen's, and he loved spending time with Patrick and his dad. On some of
these occasions he had caught a glimpse of his friend's burly dad in the
buff, and even though it was normally through the crack of an open bathroom
door or his dad sleeping on the couch in his tighty whities, those images
were forever etched in his mind.

Mr. Jensen was soaping himself up and the site of this huge furry man
covered in suds was getting Travis worked up, and his semi hard cock
started to fight against his jock strap. Travis rubbed his bulge as he
watched that furry back and ass in the shower. He wished that he could go
in there and join Mr.  Jensen but even though he had always wanted to do
something like that, he never worked up the courage. Instead, Travis bent
over and picked up the pair of discarded tighty whities that Mr. Jensen had
been wearing all day at the shop and held them to his face. With a deep
breath he inhaled the Mr.  Jensen's musk from a sweaty day and an intense
rush of adrenaline surged through his body. Taking another deep breath
caused his semi hard cock to stand at full attention, popping out of the
side of his jock strap, and Travis rubbed it through his
shorts. Intoxicated by the smell and the sight of this sexy daddy Travis
leaned against the wall, dropped his shorts, and started to take care of
buisness. As he started to stroke his hard cock Travis bumped into a nearby
display cabinet, knocking over some of Mr.  Jensen's old football trophies.

"Patrick, you home already?" Mr. Jensen called out as Travis quickly moved
out of view.

"No... Uh... It's me Travis!" he said as he pulled up his shorts and tried
to calm himself.

"Hey, son, what's up? Need something?" Mr. Jensen shouted.

"No, uh... well my mom made some stew for us and I wanted to make sure you
go some too. I'll be out here getting it ready when you are done. " Travis
said as he dropped the pair of sweaty underwear on the floor and darted
into the kitchen.

It took a few minutes for Travis' heart to stop racing, but when Mr. Jensen
came out Travis was sitting on the couch with two bowls of hot stew, rolls,
a beer for Mr. Jensen and a soda for himself. Mr.  Jensen walked out
wearing only a towel, which let Travis see his big pecs and barrel shaped
chest covered in a thick layer of fur that spread all the way down his rock
hard stomach and into the towel below. He took a seat on the couch next to
Travis and being so big the towel was barely hanging on where it was tied
at the waist. The towel opened exposing a gigantic muscular thigh covered
in hair and it stopped just before exposing the package that Travis really
wanted to see. Travis' cock was now hard and throbbing again, so Travis
adjusted uncomfortably in hopes that Mr. Jensen wouldn't see through his
thin shorts.

"Son it's nice of you to bring this over, I was not in the mood to make
dinner." Mr. Jensen said as he slapped Travis on the shoulder.

"No problem, it's the least I could do." he said as he passed the beer and
stew to the half naked man.

"With Patrick at Laura's I thought I would be all alone... he sure does
love that girl." he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I hear her parents were having a few of Laura's friends over for
dinner, I'm sure they will have fun" Travis said with a weak smile.

Mr. Jensen laughed, "Yeah, dinner," he said making air quotes, "you don't
have to lie for him Travis, I know what he's doing and I am totally okay
with it, he is a good kid." Travis forced a smile and shifted a little
uncomfortably.

Leaning forward Mr. Jensen said, "I know everything, and I have known since
you two first started having sex with girls. Patrick thinks that I won't
notice, but when you two take condoms from my stash I can always tell, and
a couple are missing today, so I'm guessing with Laura's parents out of
town those two will be going at it. I am just glad you two are having safe
sex." He chuckled as he continued to eat his meal.

Travis smiled and quietly ate his meal, worrying that he may have gotten
his friend in trouble, but Mr.  Jensen moved closer putting his big arm
around Travis' shoulder. "Don't worry son, Patrick isn't in trouble, this
is what guys your age do, they have sex. I can tell you I had quite a few
private rendezvous with ladies when I was your age, but the important part
is that you are smart. Anyway, I appreciate you helping my boy out."

"What do you mean?" Travis asked with a puzzle look as he turned his head
to Mr. Jensen, who still had his arm around his shoulder.

"Well..." he replied, "I appreciate you showing Patrick the ropes, I was
worried that he wouldn't really have the chance with anyone in high school
and I'm sure you being so popular you had some sex tips for him."

"Well..." Travis laughed nervously.

"Don't be so modest, I see those girls throwing themselves at you boy." he
replied as he tightened his grip around Travis.

"Well Mr. Jensen, to be honest with school and Rugby I haven't really had
time for girls, I... I'm just too busy." he said, knowing it was a
lie. Travis was presented with many opportunities to lose his virginity,
but he was never really interested in the girls that wanted to be with
him. He played it off at school with the guys, but he really wasn't
attracted to girls at school, which often made him wonder if he was gay.

Travis hadn't really done anything remotely sexual with anyone, until he
one night when he slept over at the Jensen's. A few years earlier when
Travis was staying the night, Patrick pulled out a porn that one of his
friends had lent him and they watched it together. Sitting back naked on
Patrick's bed with his best friend jacking off right beside him, it seemed
like that would be the time a young gay teen would have his first
experience with another guy, but it wasn't. On the screen he watched an
overacted scene of a teacher and a girl in what looked like a Catholic
school girl uniform, and from the start Travis was turned on, not by the
moaning school girl, or by his friend jacking off right next to him, but
turned on by the older daddy figure. He and Patrick jacked off many times
after that, and Travis quickly learned that if he was gay, he wasn't really
that interested in Patrick he was more interested in someone like Patrick's
dad.

"Hello?!" Mr. Jensen said as he snapped his fingers in front of Travis'
face, "Are you still with me?"

"Oh... uhh... sorry... what were we talking about?" Travis said trying to
break from his little day dream.

"About you teaching my son the ways to land a lady! You sure you didn't
take one too many hits during tonight's game?" he said as he laughed and
squeezed Travis tighter.

"Well Sir, to be honest..." he said awkwardly looking up at Mr. Jensen,
"I'm a virgin."

There was a small moment of silence as Mr. Jensen thought about what he had
just heard, but before he could speak Travis added, "Well... not a virgin,
virgin... I have fooled around with girls, like blow jobs, hand jobs, and
um... going down on them and stuff, but that's it."

"Oh, so all those condoms?" he asked with a curious tone.

"All Patrick, and ooooh boy, does he love to fuck!" Travis added excitement
in hopes to change the focus of the conversation to Patrick.

"Well all right," Mr. Jensen said, "her I was thinking Patrick might be
ga...." He stopped himself, but Travis knew what he was going to say, he
thought that Patrick might be gay.

"Don't tell Patrick I said that," he added, "it's not that it would have
mattered to me if he was gay, he's my son and I love him. My best friend
growing up was gay, so I know how hard it can be, and I hope you boys know
you can always talk to me about anything. Alright?"

"Yes Mr. Jensen," Travis replied but he was met with a stern look, "I mean,
Brad."

After a moment of silence, Travis spoke, "Well, there is one thing, BRAD,"
adding the first name with exaggeration. "Those girls you saw me avoiding
as we were leaving the school. One of them asked me to go to prom with her
and I said yes, but I know that night is going to be more than BJs and
handjobs.  Could I borrow some... umm...."

Mr. Jensen laughed, got up and walked towards the bedroom already knowing
what Travis was going to say, "Sure let me get you some things." As he
walked into the bedroom his towel dropped revealing his thick legs, beefy
furry ass, and with each step Travis could see balls and cock swinging
between the legs. Travis jumped up and followed, stopping at the door and
leaning on the frame as Mr. Jensen explained, "I'll give you some things to
help out, and I want you to try them out before you get in a situation with
a girl, so you actually know how to use them."  As her stood there naked he
rummaged through the drawer in his night stand, and the view of this burly
man's ass sent blood pumping to Travis' semi hard cock. Mr. Jensen slipped
into some white briefs and walking over to Travis he held out a box of
condoms, "Do you need me to show you how to use these?"

For a moment Travis' gaze dropped to Mr. Jensen's semi erect package, and
while his groin screamed for him to ask for a demonstration, Travis
replied, "No, we learned about this in sex ed., I think I'll be okay." At
this point Travis was hard as a rock and wasn't even thinking about hiding
it.

"Travis these are the larger condoms that I use, and I'm assuming that
Patrick must take after me since he uses the same ones, but if these are
too big I'll get you something else." Momentarily Mr. Jensen's gaze dropped
to Travis' package and saw his rock hard cock barely being held back by his
shorts, and he chuckled, "but by the looks of it I don't think you will
need anything smaller."

"Go home, take care of that thing," he said as he firmly grasped Travis by
the shoulder, "try the condoms out, and let me know if you have any
questions. Okay?"

Travis nodded and mouthed the words "yes sir" as Mr. Jensen pulled him in
for a bear hug. He hugged Mr. Jensen tightly and as he did he felt
Mr. Jensen's bulge throbbing against his stomach, which made Travis' cock
do the same.

"Love you buddy," he said as he released Travis from his grip and they
walked to the door.

Travis didn't reply, but it wasn't because he didn't love him back but it
was because he wasn't sure in what way.

As they walked out of the bedroom into the living room Mr. Jensen stopped
and exclaimed, "LUBE!  You can't be beating off without lube!" He turned
back to the bedroom and Travis had flashes in his mind of his best friends
dad laying back in bed, covering his cock in lube and jacking off into his
tighty whities.

"The underwear!" Travis thought to himself, looking down to the pile of
clothes that was topped with the pair of sweaty underwear he was sniffing
earlier. Diving towards the pile he grabbed the underwear, shoved them into
the pocket of his shorts just as Mr. Jensen returned.

"Okay son, have fun," he said with a smile, "don't stay up all night
beating off, save some for that girl."

"I won't Travis replied," as Mr. Jensen's big hand tousled Travis' hair.

Travis walked down the stairs and waved goodbye and Mr. Jensen stood in the
door in his tighty whities.

He took one last look at the big daddy bear standing in the doorway, and
stored that image in the back of his mind as he walked back to his house
with condoms and lube in one hand, and the other in his pocket, tightly
grasping a pair of sweaty underwear.

Travis couldn't wait to get back to his bedroom.