Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 01:57:41 -0700
From: I
Subject: My Friend's Dad 2

Don't read unless you're 18, or else you'll make baby Jesus cry. Or some
other heinous act. Something you don't want to have committed. *cough*

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Mitch's dad was divorced, and I now knew the reason why. I hadn't ever
really suspected him of being gay. I knew Mitch was, but he either wasn't
comfortable about it, or didn't want rumors to be spread around the school.

That's where I was right now, at school. Mitch was sitting next to me, as
usual, but every time I looked at him, I pictured him on his back on his
couch and his dad fucking him. I had never had a sexual experience before,
so this was getting me all hot and bothered, so to speak. I was constantly
at full mast throughout the day. Just looking at Mitch got me hot, because
when I saw him, I saw his dad.

Anyway, Mitch invited me over to his house at 5 o'clock. Immediately when I
got home at 3, I threw my stuff down in my living room and started jacking
off. I blew a huge load all over my ceiling, so I had to stand on my table
to clean it off.

Not being able to concentrate on any of my schoolwork (I like to get it done
as soon as I get home, so I have the rest of the night free), I decided to
head over to Mitch's house early and wait for him. His Dad wouldn't be home
yet, and the prospect of finding some of his sweaty clothes or possibly some
sex toys in his bedroom was too hot of a prospect to let go.

It was 3:45 when I pulled up in Mitch's driveway, and no one was parked
there so I knew at least Mitch wasn't home yet. Walking up to the door, I
opened it, stepped inside, and shut it softly. Taking off my shoes and
placing them next to his stairs heading up, I went downstairs to his laundry
room.

When I got there, I was shocked to see Mitch's Dad standing there folding
clothes naked, and sporting a full on boner. I started to turn around and
run up the stairs to head home, thinking he hadn't seen me, when he looked
straight at me.

"Hey, there, kiddo. Uh, sorry about this." He reached for a pair of briefs
and pull them on hastily.

"Uh..." I started to say, not being able to think of anything. "I didn't
know that, uh, folding clothes was a turn on."

He blushed. "Yeah, haha, I was just thinking about...never mind." I knew
exactly what he had been thinking about.

"So, yeah." I said, "I was coming over to wait around for Mitch. He invited
me to come over at 5. But I guess he's not here," scoffing in my head at my
lame choice of words, "so I'll just go on home."

"Nah," he said, "don't worry about it. I don't mind if you wait for Mitch
over here. Go on upstairs and watch some TV."

I practically ran upstairs. I don't know what I was so shy about,
considering this was the hottest man I had ever seen.

Flipping on the television, I flipped to Comedy Central. Finding nothing but
a lame old movie, I channel surfed the Satellite's preview menu. On FX I
found that a re-run of Nip/Tuck was on, so I flipped to that. The drama
about plastic surgery, which was extremely absurd, sometimes detailed some
interesting stories.

I also happened to be sporting a full erection, and since I wasn't wearing
any underwear (I don't know, I just like being able to say to myself, "I'm
going commando today."), it was tenting my pants quite a bit. I fought with
it a bit, but then settled on playing with it, with one hand down my pants.

I heard Mitch's Dad heading upstairs, so I stuffed my penis down the right
pant leg and pulled my hand out of my pants. I was wearing some baggy khaki
shorts, so it was still pretty apparent that there was a party in my pants,
and who ever wanted some was invited. I was thinking of a certain person
whom I'd like to invite, when Mitch's Dad sat down beside me.

"Wha'cha watchin'?" He asked casually.

"Nip/Tuck." I said, and glanced over to see him still in his underwear, with
his left hand caressing his right pec, and his right hand scratching his
left leg. He still had an erection, and it showed, considering what a
monster his plain briefs were concealing.

"Oh, never seen it before. What's it about?" He asked, his left hand moving
from his leg to his underwear pants band, lifting it up and thrusting it
inside. When he saw me watching him, he said, "Gotta adjust myself. You
know, sat down on my balls." He 'adjusted himself', but his hand didn't
leave his crotch.

"It's, uh, about, uh, plastic surgery." I was having a hard time thinking.

The program left to a commercial. Interestingly enough, it was a commercial
for the latest rendition of Girls Gone Wild. Mitch's Dad looked over at me.
"You like those girls?"

"No." I said, practically spitting it. Shit, I thought. Wrong answer.

"Well, your friend sure does." He said, nodding at the erection crawling up
my right leg.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Do you like this?" He asked, and he pulled his cock out of his underwear.

I was practically drowning in my own saliva. I coughed.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said, and he moved from the left end of the
couch, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled it to his. His tongue thrust
into my mouth, and I naturally thrust mine into his. His beard brushed up
against my face, and his the bristly feeling was great. His hand reached
down to my pants, and quickly unzipped them. His hand disappeared inside of
them, and I felt it grab my cock.

"Daddy like." He said. I grabbed his cock, and started to jack it up and
down. He stood up, releasing my hand from his tool, and pulled me up and
continued to make out with me. He pulled my pants down, broke off the kiss,
and said, "What, no underwear?"

I simply shook my head. "That's ok, we don't really need it." He replied. He
pulled off my shirt, and my arms lifted up, exposing my nipples, which he
quickly began to suck on.

"Unghhh." I moaned. I reached down and pulled off his underwear, rubbing my
hands up and down his hairy, thick thighs, and then reached around and
grabbed his ass with both hands, reaching my fingers deep into the crevasse.
He got down on two knees, and started to suck my cock. Pulling back, he
said, "Mmm, that's good," and returned to the task.

My six inch cock disappeared and reappeared with each of his thrusts. I fell
back on the couch, not being able to support my legs because the ecstasy was
too great. He kept going, and sucking, and tonguing the lip of my uncut
cock, thrusting his tongue in to lick off the un-cleaned head. He pulled
back, and said, "Tastes good. You want a taste?" I simply nodded, and he
kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

He was right. It did taste good. He pulled back, and started sucking off my
cock again. "Agghhh! I'm gonna COME!" I yelled, and I did. About eight
bursts of come, before I stopped. He lapped it up diligently, and then he
pulled himself up to my face, and kissed me again, allowing quite a bit of
come to seep out of his mouth into mine.

"Looks like you're not done yet," he said, "And we haven't even done me." He
reached under the couch and grabbed a bottle of lube. Handy, I thought. "Get
on your back." I obeyed, and his face disappeared into my ass. His tongue
shot up my asshole, giving a tingly feeling all up my body. God, I was ready
to shoot again. After licking my asshole for a while, he poured some of the
lube onto his thumb, and shoved it up my ass. I didn't feel any pain, just
the good feeling of his thumb up my ass. "Nice and tight," he said, and
pulled his thumb out. Pouring lube all over his fingers, he worked three
fingers in, not warming up to it at all. I just moaned, I couldn't think, I
couldn't breathe between thrusts of his fingers up my ass. He pulled his
fingers out of my ass, and stood up.

He took the bottle of lube, put it bottom up, and poured it sloppily on his
thick, meaty, eight inch tool. He simply dropped the bottle, grabbed his
cock with both hands, and jacked it 3 times. "Ungh," he groaned, "Nice and
wet." He took his hands and moved them over his hairy washboard abs, up to
his pecs, and squeezed his nipples hard. "Ahhhh," he said, moaning in
delight. "You ready for this?" I simply nodded. He took his penis, stuck it
at the entry to my asshole, and said, "Prepare for entry!" I would have
laughed if I could've.

He shoved it up, all the way, and I squealed with a mix of pain and delight.
The head pushed against my prostate, and I was practically quivering from
the sensation. I grabbed his hairy pecs, and squeezed them, and caressed his
abs. I grabbed his back, which was hairy and sweaty, and pulled him towards
me, bringing his face to mine. His beard brushed against my cheek, and he
started to kiss me. His cock, like a piston, pulled out, and pushed back in.
It was rhythmic. All the while, he kept his tongue in my mouth. He continued
to thrust his cock up my ass, over and over. Each time hitting my prostate,
and sending a shockwave of ecstasy through my body. "Fuuuuuck!" I screamed,
and I came all over his chest. "Jesus, you're hot fuck," he said, "take my
come." I begged him for it, practically screamed for it. He thrust into my
ass one more time, and like a volcano, erupted his load all over my insides.
I felt like I was having an orgasm again. He thrust in and out, three more
times, and when he was done, pulled out, never stopping his kiss.

He was exhausted and sweaty. I rubbed my hands up and down his chest, and
down to his cock, which was still hard and dripping come. We kissed for a
few minutes more, before breaking it off. "Whew. Was it good for you too?"
He joked. As if he didn't know.

The doorbell rang. "Uhh, what time is it?" I stammered, and stood up. Seeing
the clock, it said it was only 4:30. That's all? I thought. Mitch shouldn't
be home yet. Besides, he wouldn't ring his own doorbell.

"Come in!" Mitch's Dad yelled, and I stopped, turned around, to see the
front door open wide...