yourfriendsdad

We were wasted.

When we started getting ready for bed, I got brave and told him he should fuck my ass.  I told him he wouldn’t believe how good it feels.  I wouldn’t tell anyone.  It would be our little secret.

He said nothing and went into the bathroom.  I could see him staring into the mirror.  Contemplating.  When he finally emerged he was naked.

How many of you had P.E. teacher/coach crushes growing up?  Were you ever crazy/ballsy enough to take a picture of them?  The cleanshaven daddybear with the Superman hairstyle and the nice bulge on the right was my 7th grade P.E. teacher, and I was so smitten with him that I signed up for Summer School on purpose just so I could take his P.E. class (even though I hated P.E. during the regular school year).  I did this three years in a row.  The hot younger fella with the massive thighs and the struggling pornstache on the left was a student P.E. teacher who was in the process of getting his certification in the summer of 1985 and ohhhhhh you could hear my heartbeat in my voice when I asked the two of them to sit next to each other so I could take their picture, and my hands were slightly shaking as I pointed my Instamatic at them, and running through my head on a continuous loop was the phrase “they’re all gonna laugh at you” “they’re gonna know why you’re taking this pic” and I was afraid I’d never get away with it…

“C’mon boy, just take it out.”

He could have been an angry drunk, or a depressed drunk, but he thankfully wasn’t any of those things.

“C’mon boy, let me suck it.”

Sometimes I would find him alone in the basement after a few too many.

“Let daddy suck it.”

Resisting him when he was like this was futile, and he knew it.  

It didn't happen very often, but this time, this night, I was getting the better of him.  He had finally had enough and he knocked me over.  In a moment of frustration he tore my shorts completely off of me.  We both paused.

Breathing.

He grunted and allowed himself to lose control.  

He pulled his shorts down, aimed his cock at my asshole, and lunged.  He was inside of me before I could even think about protesting.  Not that any sort of protest would have had an effect.  In this moment he wasn't to be denied.

He would slowly hump the bed and look at me in just such a way.

So we began to drink together.  It wasn't long before I realized that my plan was doomed.  I was getting drunk way faster than he was.  We went back and forth for a little while, but I was no match for him.  My memory got hazy right about the time he started to undo his belt.

I can only recall a few fleeting memories, sharing a cigarette on the porch, dad cooking something in his briefs, my clothes on the floor next to my bed.

I woke up the next morning in that same bed.  Face down and naked.  I slowly realized that my ass was sore.  I could feel the cum inside me.

Dads cum.  He got me drunk and then he fucked me.  

It felt like he was waiting for something.

I'm not exactly sure what came over me.  There was no one else around, but there was no guarantee that it would stay that way.  The only thing I could see was this naked man in the pool before me.  I started to undo my belt.  He just kept watching me.

He watched as I took my clothes off piece by piece.  I swear I saw a thin smile when I pushed my underwear to the ground.  I quickly got into the pool with him.  I was already very close to him.  He did not move.  He just kept on looking in my direction.

I was close enough to touch his thigh.  So I did.  When my hand brushed his cock he pulled me into an embrace.  I could feel his naked body all over me.  His hands explored every inch of me.  We kissed.  He leaned in and whispered the only words either of us would say before he pushed his cock inside me.

"The fuck ya'll waitin' for?"

He crouched down on his elbows and lit his smoke.  The first one moved a couple of steps closer to him and said that he didn't want any trouble.  That he'd be gentle.

"It's too late, yer a part of this now.  Just get it over with."

No one made a sound for an uncomfortable amount of time.  There was silence until he let out a small grunt after the full length of the stranger's cock had entered him.  The situation was too much to bear for his momentary lover.  A smile crossed his lips when he felt the warm liquid in his guts.  There was no turning back now.

The rest of them weren't so lenient.

Some of them took full advantage of their opportunity and really gave him a ride.  He'd completely lost track of how many loads he was carrying inside him.

One of them even made it hurt, but he never let on.  He wasn't about to give him that kind of satisfaction.

When they were finally finished he sat down at the table he had been bent over most of the night and ordered a beer.  Everyone else got dressed, but he didn't.  He just sat there ignoring his nudity and lit another smoke.  The bartender returned with a beer and told him it was on the house.

We had worked too late into the afternoon on the new house.  We talked it over and decided to stay the night and get an early start in the morning.  He lit a smoke and looked in my direction.

"You ready for that?"

Ready for what?

"We're gonna have to stay close to each other."

I guess.

"Real close."

He was right, it did get cold.  We huddled up in the same sleeping bag.  He convinced me that we could stay warmer if we were naked.

You first.

"Yes sir."

He saluted me before starting to take down his pants.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  He must have been like that all day.  Then off came his shirt and suddenly he was naked and standing over me.

"Your turn."

He chuckled as I took off my clothes without leaving the sleeping bag.  He waited until I was done and then got in with me. It was impossible for us not to be touching all over.

"I told you this way would be warmer."

Yeah, it's pretty hot in here.

"You feel that too huh?"

I felt his cock growing along the side of my leg.  He shifted a little so that it was pressed against my asshole.  I could feel his hips start to slowly hump mine.

"You want me to stop?"

No.