Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 04:32:15 -0700
From: I
Subject: My Friend's Dad

Legal stuff: read only if you're 21. If you're not, don't read. Isn't that
simple?

Oh, and don't copy it without my permission. Or else (insert empty threat
[here]).

Yeah, thought I'd write a story because I didn't see any that tailored to my
sexual interests. So there. Enjoy, or don't. Noone's forcing you. Hate it?
Love it? Just don't care? E-mail me.

Life at home is a bitch, as usual. The `rents are always on my back about
getting a job, what I'm going to do after I get through high school; that
whole thing. Just constantly, so I retreat to my room and play video games,
or read a good fiction book. Non-fiction never really interested me, except
for, well, erotic stories. But those aren't entirely non-fiction anyway,
they're mostly just fantasy.

My friend, Mitch, comes over to my house ever Saturday or so. He's my age,
17, and built pretty well too. He's got a swimmer's build with light brown
hair and, near as I can tell, is very well equipped. We'd hang out and watch
TV, and sometimes when an ad for Zest or something comes on, he'd get a
raging hard on. I always pretended not to notice, largely because I enjoyed
looking at his pants and seeing his rather large trouser snake.

This Saturday, however, Mitch didn't come over. I was sitting around for a
couple of hours playing video games, wondering if he was going to show up,
when I got bored and decided to call him up. After a few rings, and  no
answer, I hung up and decided that I should go over to his house and see if
he was home, or had some other agenda for the day.

I pulled up into his driveway to see his car still there. The garage door
was closed, so I wasn't sure if his parents were there or not. I walked up
to the front door, gave the customary three knock warning and waited 5
seconds (kind of a bathroom rule at my house) and went in. When I got
inside, noone was home. His house entered into a stairway leading down and a
stairway to the right leading up. His family room was upstairs, as was his
bedroom. Heading into the family room, and seeing that he wasn't there, I
went and checked his bedroom. Not finding him there, I headed downstairs to
see if he was in his Dad's den.

Walking up to the den, I heard a loud moan, which I quickly decided must be
Mitch. Being extra cautious now, because I wasn't sure if he had a girl over
or something, I peeked into the room, whose door was cracked. Inside, I saw
Mitch's dad absolutely plowing him. Mitch's dad is a butch, built man. About
50 years old, he had solid pecs, succulent nipples, and washboard abs. From
the view I was getting of his cock, he was pretty hung, too; that thing must
have been 7-1/2 to 8 inches, and thick.

Mitch was laying on his couch, stroking his dick slowly, but with
determination. "Oh, fuck Dad. Give it to me hard." Mitch's dad plowed his
cock all the way in and reached his head over and began to fervently make
out with Mitch. At this point, I was getting really hot, so I practically
threw down my pants and started yanking on my cock rapidly. Mitch's dad
continued to rythmically pound his cock into Mitch, working his strong legs
out and in, and perching his butt out a fair distance.

"That's right son, take that cock. You like it don't you? Tell me you want
my come." Mitch practically screamed it, and it was inhibited, like he
couldn't find the space to say it in between the ecstasy. "I fucking want it
Dad. Come on, fuck me. Give me both barrels." Mitch's dad reared his head
back, and moaned passionately. At the same time, I shot my load all over the
door. Worried that they might see me, I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and
began to gently scrub it off, trying not to open the door at all. Mitch's
dad had removed his WMP (Weapon of Mass Pleasure, as I joked) and was
cleaning up. There! I thought to myself, having completely cleaned off the
come on the door. I pulled up my pants, buttoned them, and ran upstairs, and
out the door.

I couldn't get the idea of Mitch's dad out of my head as I drove home, and
knew that I would have to come back their later and get a taste for myself.