My Friend's Monosyllabic Dad

I grew up in a very rural place at a time when kids were free to run around unsupervised as much as we wanted. It was before the time when kids' freetime was micromanaged and coordinated by well-meaning but dysfunctional parents with playdates and approved extracurricular activities.

My best friend and I were always together either at his house or mine from an early age and we always enjoyed either playing sports or chilling out at his house. Now that we were both eighteen and I had gone through puberty I was also happy to be there to get a glimpse of his hot dad whose masculine aurora had started to excite me.

My friend's father, Bill, was about six feet two, two hundred pounds, dark complected, with a high forehead and prominent nose. He was always clean shaven and his black hair cut short and slicked back with Brylcreem. The only clothes I ever saw him in were his blue work uniforms. At home, the blue work shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a white wife beater and a busy patch of black hair on his chest. His tanned arms were covered with a pelt of black hair.

After work, he came home, pulled his work boots off in the back room and walked to his recliner where he sat, chain smoked unfiltered Camels and watched TV. I never saw him any other place than between the door and his recliner. He spoke rarely and communicated with monosyllables and grunts. He wasn't unpleasant, that's just the way he was. He was somewhat of an extra in the cast of their family. I don't think the others paid much attention to him, but I was always sneaking glances at him. I don't think he ever spoke one word to me.

As we got older, my friend and I were always out at school, in town or hunting in the woods. At his house we were in and out the door so there was little time to see his parents. His father was always in his place - the recliner. My pulse would quicken just passing by him and stealing glances at his macho body and I would deeply inhale the secondhand smoke of his Camel.

During our senior year in high school, my friend and I played football and on Fridays if we had a home game, I would sleep at his house as after the game there was a lot of beer drinking and celebrating if we won and at least beer drinking if we lost.

One Friday, we had won and there had been a lot of horseplay in the shower after the game. I had earlier realized that I was attracted to men and being in the shower with muscular, masculine team mates had me horned up beyond belief. I had not accepted the fact that I was gay so I was filled with sexual frustration, desire and guilt for having an attraction for men. That night, I felt like shit as I knew that many of my team mates would go out and fuck their girlfriends that evening.

My friend and I went back to his house after some beers with the team and I was a little drunk from imbibing six beers. His father was, as usual, in his recliner watching ESPN. My friend had played extremely hard and was dead tired and as soon as we went to his bedroom, he fell into a deep sleep. I was also tired, but extremely horny and sexually frustrated. I laid in the other twin bed in the room and played with my cock. I was rock hard and horny and felt like I would not be satisfied with just beating myself off.

While I was playing with my cock, I heard his father walking down the hallway toward his own bedroom. My friend's father and mother slept in separate bedrooms for some reason or another which I never understood. I figured his father would just fall into bed, but I heard the shower turn on. My heart was beating and both my head and my cock were throbbing. I was so horny I thought I would die if I didn't do something and decided to creep out and see if the bathroom door was perhaps ajar and perhaps sneak a peek at his father.

I crept quickly and quietly out into the hall wearing only a pair of old gym shorts, but the bathroom door was shut. Damn! I did see that the door to his father's bedroom was open and his dirty clothes were laying in a heap on the floor. Suddenly, I spotted his underpants and I thought I would cum then and there. I lost all focus and went into the bedroom, knelt down and took the white briefs up in my hands. They were still warm and damp, I clamped them over my nose and inhaled deeply. Fuck! It was my first experience smelling a man's used underwear. My God!, the masculine musk travelled from my nose to my cock which pulsated. The odour of sweat, piss and manhole was driving me wild. My whole body was hot and shaking with lust. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeper and deeper, pulled down my gym shorts and started beating my cock. I lost all concept of time and place. The testosterone from the shorts was urging me to beat harder and faster and moan. I was in a dreamlike state.

I was close to shooting my load and I opened my eyes. FUCK! My friend's father was standing before me! I jumped back and my cock went immediately soft. He was standing there without any clothes watching me jackoff and inhaling his used underwear. His body was glistening with water beads and his big limp dick was eye level with me. It was about seven inches long, veiny, uncircumcised and encircled by a thick black bush of pubic hair. It was perched on two hairy, apricot sized balls. I was in a hypnotic and driven state, and driven by pure lust, I leaned in and licked the length of his meaty shaft.

He leaned down, took his underwear in his hand and inhaled deeply. His cock started to stiffen and I sucked the head greedily into my mouth and it was instantly rock hard. He pushed it into my mouth and I sucked its length into my throat. He began to facefuck me slowly and I gagged each time his bulbous cockhead entered my throat. I kept pushing my head on his cock until my nose was buried in his thick bush which smelled of sports soap, but with a whiff of manliness that hadn't been washed away. My own cock was again throbbing and pulsing. I knew if I touched it I would shoot immediately.

He pulled me up and laid me on my back on the bed, held my legs up and licked me between my buttocks. Up and down he licked, nibbled on my ball sac and tongue fucked my virgin hole! He stood up, spit on his raging cock and rubbed it up and down my crack. Fuck! He placed his dickhead at the opening of my hole and my body shook and shuddered uncontrollably. I couldn't hold myself any longer and I came. My first shot flew up in the air past my head landing on the pillow, the subsequent shots landed on my face, neck, chest and finally my stomach.

He grunted amusedly and focused on his own hard cock. He inserted the head of his cock at my hungry hole, spat a large glob at the entrance and pushed slowly in. I was very relaxed as I had just cum, but I was still horny and shaking, craving his shaft to enter. He applied pressure and his cock pressed through my ring with some pain. He soldiered on and began to fuck me rhythmically. He leaned down and I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. I could feel his hairy chest and stomach scratching my smooth skin. I pulled my legs tighter so he would fuck me harder. His cock plunged deep into my canal giving me pleasure I had never known. He pumped harder and faster on a mission to breed my hole.

I was surprised when he leaned in and started tongue kissing me, ramming his tongue deep into my throat and then sucking and nibbling on my tongue. I could smell the mixture of sports soap and man. His five o'clock shadow chafed my face. He put his hands on my buttocks and rammed as hard and as deep as he could. I could feel his thick, hard cock deep in my bowels, but I wanted more. I squeezed my legs around him and held on tight urging him to fuck me harder. He grunted like an animal and fucked, I could feel his big balls slapping my ass and my cock was throbbing.

I never wanted this to end and held on as if I would never let go. His body began to shake violently and he sucked my tongue harder and fucked me mercilessly. His legs were shaking violently, he gasped and came all the while pumping his seed deep inside me. I could feel splash after splash of his hot cum. Even after his orgasm ceded, he fucked me and only slowly stopped. I still held him wrapped in my arms and legs and he crashed down on top of me. We were both panting and gasping for air and laid in that position for some time. His cock finally deflated and he pulled it out of my ass with a pop.

I was in total bliss and felt the wonder of being thoroughly fucked by this hunk of man. It was very bizarre to have been so intimate with this man who had previously seemed so aloof and distant. He moved to sit up and lean on the headboard of the bed. Even though I was afraid he was going to kick me out of the bed, I crawled up and laid my head on his shoulder. He reached over for his pack of Camels and lit. He threw the pack and the lighter in my lap and I tried my first Camel.

After he smoked, he scooted down in the bed with my head still on his chest, turned the light off and drifted off to sleep. I was totally in heaven and wanted to stay there forever. There was, however, no way I could sleep and I was paranoid that my friend or his family would discover us. I leaned down and licked and sucked on his cock as I thought I may never have this chance again.

I found my gym shorts and sneaked back to my friend's room. Fortunately, he was sound asleep and apparently never the wiser for my tryst. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but when I did, it was blissful. My friend and I woke up later in the morning. His father was in his recliner drinking a coffee and smoking a Camel. I was afraid to look his way but stole a few glances without any acknowledgement from him. After breakfast, my friend went to take a shower and I went to the back door to put on my shoes to go home. I heard his father walking into the backroom and as I was kneeling down to tie my shoe, he grunted. When I looked up, he tossed me his used underwear from the previous night. He turned away without a word or any other acknowledgement and I took my leave.

I rushed home, jumped in the bed and smelled the underwear, thinking about the night before and jacked off until I came with a vengeance.