Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 18:04:54 +0000
From: Jason Greene <storyboy@live.co.uk>
Subject: Me And My Dad's Friend

This story is purely a fantasy and not reality. It contains material
between an adult male and a teenage male. If you are offended by this
content or it is restricted due to your location, please leave now.

I hope you enjoy.  Please email me any constructive criticism, suggestions
or praise. Thank you.

"Jason," my dad shouted, pulling me out of my jack off session. I was lying
on my double bed, my boxers halfway down my legs and my t-shirt pulled
up. I groaned as I fixed myself up and left my bedroom.

"What?" I asked, feeling very annoyed. I had come so close to blowing my
load, which I hadn't done in over four days. My dad was standing at the
bottom of the stairs, his hands on his hips.

"I have some news," he said, sounding wary. He slowly edged up the stairs,
fidgeting nervously. "Well, Dennis has been having some marital problems
recently and now he needs a place to stay." Dennis had been my dad's best
friend for over thirty years. My dad has just turned thirty-nine, whilst
Dennis is closer to forty. "Your mother and I decided that it would
probably be for the best if he slept on the sofa-bed in your room."

Part of me was annoyed. My eighteen year old brother – Edward - only
left for university in September, so I hadn't had my own bedroom for a very
long time. Now I would be sharing again. I had known I was gay for over
three years, so the idea of sharing with an adult man was a large
turn-on. Of course, I'd known Dennis for all of my life, and it was only
recently that I had started to find him attractive. His hair is a very dark
brown and fairly short, and his face was often decorated with a light
stubble. In contrast, I have fair hair which is quite long and a smooth,
average fourteen year old face. His body has a large proportion of muscle,
coupled with his already thick frame.  Mine is quite thin and lacking
definition and muscle.

Dennis looks a bit like my father, but more muscular and with darker
hair. My dad's hair is somewhere between mine and Dennis's. My hair colour
is from my mother, who also has fair hair. Me and my older brother got her
fair hair, whilst my two twin brothers, Jamie and Owen – both twelve
– have Dad's darker hair.

Jamie and Owen share a bedroom which is just a bit smaller than mine, so I
couldn't complain about having to share. I just nodded at my dad and headed
back to my bedroom, where I finished jacking off – this time
occasionally thinking of Dennis.

He arrived a couple of hours later, with a few bags of clothes. I was asked
to carry a bag of his up the stairs and show him my room. I had taken off
my cum-filled underwear and instead chose to just put on a pair of
shorts. If I got hard, Dennis would know about it.

"This is where you'll be sleeping," I said, putting the bag down and
pointing at the sofa-bed.

"It's better than sleeping with my wife any longer," he said, laughing from
deep in his stomach.  I laughed with him and then went to brush my teeth so
I was ready to sleep.  When I came back in, he said, "I'm sorry about this,
Jason."

"It's fine, Dennis," I said, smiling reassuringly. He smiled back nervously
and then headed downstairs to talk to my parents. I pulled off my t-shirt,
shorts and socks and stood naked. I stroked my semi-hard cock and rubbed my
ass a bit, and then I headed to my chest of draws. I was about to pull out
a pair of boxers when I saw some of my old, much tighter underwear. There
was at least four pairs of tight, white briefs that I hadn't worn in
years. I grinned inwardly and pulled them on. They were a bit
uncomfortable, but they highlighted my package and looked a lot sexier than
baggy boxer shorts.

I climbed into my double bed, wearing just my tight briefs. I rubbed myself
slightly, which caused my dick to harden instantly. It took me ten minutes
to fall into a deep sleep, mostly due to my excitement at sharing my
bedroom with a sexy older man.

I was up sometime before 7am the next morning, due to school. Luckily it
was a Friday, so it would be my last of the week. I climbed groggily out of
bed and saw Dennis sprawled out on my sofa-bed, only partially covered by
the duvet. I absorbed the scene before starting to pull on my school
uniform.

"Those look a bit tight," a voice said from behind me. I turned instantly,
to see Dennis lying on his side looking at me. I was bent over, pulling on
my school trousers. I blushed and stood up straight.

"They offer more protection," was the best excuse I could think of at the
time. He laughed lightly.

"My boys haven't wore those in years." His boys were seventeen and
thirteen, named Stephen and Joseph. He also had two daughters: Ellie –
fifteen – and Haley – sixteen. "I'm the only one in my house who
wears them, now," he added. He then proceeded to stand up, letting the
duvet fall completely. My eyes widened slightly as I saw he was wearing
briefs just like mine, although they looked a bit larger. "I personally
prefer these to boxer shorts."

"Me too," was all I could say as he rubbed the front of his white
briefs. But before anything else could happen, he began getting dressed. I
then realised that I was staring, so continued pulling my school trousers
on.

I was distracted during the whole of school, which even my friends
noticed. I shrugged it off, but Dennis had been on my mind all day. Most of
my thoughts were about how beautiful and sexy he was, and the others were
filled were disappointment due to him being out of my reach.

Dad picked me, Jamie and Owen up from school and dropped us home. Mum works
at an office, so she doesn't get home until five o'clock at the
earliest. Dad works as a dentist, so he can only pick us up occasionally,
and then he has to go straight back to work. Dennis was home when my
brothers and I got back. Dad drove straight back to work, leaving us alone
with him.

My brothers went to play videogames in their bedroom, so I joined Dennis on
the sofa. He was watching the sports channels.

"I thought you were supposed to be working?" I asked, mildly curious.

"I'm on my lunch break. I get an hour off whenever I want." He
grinned. "Why? Would you rather an adult not be here?" He winked at me,
causing me to blush. "I'm joking. Do you want anything to eat? Drink?"

"I'm okay, thanks," I replied, using the manners my parents had brought me
up with. "What do you work as?"

"I work at the gym," he responded casually. "I help with golf, swimming,
training, tennis... All kinds of sports, really. If you ever come to the
gym, I'll be sure to help you."


"Thanks," I said, smiling as cheerfully as I could. After a couple of
minutes, I stood up and announced, "I'm going upstairs to do my homework."

"Of course you are."  He winked at me, causing me to blush again.

Despite having a very hard erection, I focused my mind on my homework. I
wanted to just whack out my dick and masturbate, but for some reason I
didn't.

Well, not until later that night, anyway.

We always had dinner at six, because that was when both my parents were
home. We had lasagne, which Dennis had made. He explained that he enjoyed
cooking and felt it was a good way to show his appreciation to my parents
for letting him stay.

After dinner, we all watched the television. But then Jamie suggested that
we played one of the board games he got for Christmas, so that's what we
did. We played a lengthy game of Monopoly, which I thought was a bad
decision, because Jamie and Owen are terrible at it and are even worse at
concentrating for prolonged periods of time. They were both out within two
hours of the game, so they went upstairs and played videogames (I guess). I
didn't last much longer, so I said goodnight and headed upstairs for a
shower.

Monopoly had distracted me from my thoughts of Dennis, but now they were
coming straight back. My dick grew to attention, but I still didn't stroke
it. I simply scrubbed my smooth chest, slightly hairy legs and my back. I
also washed my ass and my dick, of course.

I wrapped a towel around me and went inside my bedroom. I flicked the light
on and lay on my bed, only covered slightly by the towel. My dick was still
hard, so I decided to stroke it a bit. Once I had started stroking, I
couldn't stop. I gasped slightly as I stroked the head with one hand and
let my other hand roam my body. I quickly stopped as I heard someone coming
up the stairs. Luckily I had, because Dennis entered my room.

"Sorry, Jason," he apologised. "I should've knocked."

"It's okay," I said, nodding. It was harder to get dry while he was
preparing for bed, but I managed it – especially when Dennis turned off
the light to offer me some further privacy. I climbed into another pair of
tight briefs and then got into my double bed.

An hour passed and my mind was still buzzing with thoughts – most of
which were about releasing the load I had built up. So I slipped my
underwear off and slowly stroked my cock.  I was ready to shoot my load
after about two minutes, until I was interrupted.

"Could you not do that another time? I have work tomorrow."

I looked over and saw that Dennis was sitting upright and watching me
intently. Thankfully it was dark, because my face turned an incredibly dark
shade of crimson. But then I noticed that he was laughing. He pulled his
duvet off him and came over to my bed, where he sat.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "I hoped you'd find it funny. I'll go back to sleep
now."

"It's... It's okay," I said after a moment. I forced a laugh to show that I
was fine, which he smiled at.

"Do you know what? I think I might join you." He went back to the sofa-bed
and pulled out his cock.  I picked my jaw up off the floor and just stared
at the large, soft beast he was playing with. He laughed and then said,
"I'll stop if you want. It's just... Well, I haven't got off in close to
two weeks."

"I can barely go without it for two days," I said, causing him to laugh yet
again. His laugh was both sexy and reassuring, so it calmed me. "Can I ask
why you've split up with your wife?"

"Sure, buddy," he replied. "Me and Kathryn just didn't connect anymore, and
we kept arguing. We haven't been intimate for over four years now."

"Has she not even...  blown you?"

He laughed again, this one more rusty and throaty. "No, I'm afraid not. And
I'm not exactly bothered. I found other ways of getting off."

We lay in silence for a few moments. I was hard, but I was no longer
stroking myself. I could see that he was hard, too, and he wasn't stroking
himself.

"I'm tired, Jason," he said out of the blue. "I'm going to sleep. Please,
don't pant as much this time." He smirked and winked at me, leaving me
blushing in the dark.  I'll leave it here now. Not a lot of progress has
been made, but that should change within the next few chapters. This is
just for me to set the scene and introduce the characters. If you like it,
please feel free to email me. Likewise if you have any suggestions.  Thank
you for reading!