Dylan's Dad - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Part 2 of 2 (another part coming in a couple of weeks).

It took me a moment to realise that Tom wanted me to look at something. I expected it to be more tools to sort out, and I was somewhat correct, because when I turned my head, I was met by the strangest tool of all.

Tom’s long, thick cock hung out from the zipper of his stained jeans. The veins that bulged around the shaft were as thick as worms, and the head of it was as large as a plum. My entire body began to tingle as I gawped at my best friend’s father’s cock.

“Holy shit, Tom” I gasped, taking a step back as he began stroking it. He held his cigarette between his lips, and looked at me with one eye open as the smoke clouded around his face.

“What’s wrong, boy?” He smirked, “scared?”

It didn’t feel real. I’d known this man for most of my life, and yet, here he was, holding his cock and grinning at me. Was I going insane?!

“I… I just… I think… What about Sheila?”

He scoffed again, and continued to stroke his long, meaty rod. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” he said, “now you gonna suck this or what?”

My own cock began to fill with blood as I gulped. I had never even considered Tom in that way before. Sure, he was handsome, but he was more than twice my age, and he was Dylan’s dad!

“B… But I ain’t gay” I lied, and that elicited the biggest laugh of all.

“Boy, I’ve know you were battin’ for the other team for years, but don’t worry, I ain’t gonna’ tell no one”.

I couldn’t believe my eyes or my ears. Tom knew I was gay? Did that mean that Dylan knew I was gay, too? My heart raced as I tried to work it out, but Tom continued beating his meat as he watched me.

“If you don’t wanna do it, it’s fine” he said, but something had come over me, and just as the man began to stuff his cock back into his jeans, I stopped him.

“Wait” I said, shaking with nervous excitement. “I’ll… I’ll do it”.

“That’a boy” he grinned, and slapped my back as I stepped closer. “Don’t be afraid to choke on it, either” he nodded, lowering my head toward his ripe crotch, “I love a messy face fuck”.

“W… What about Dylan?” I asked, looking from his large, pulsating cock to the door. “What if he comes back?”

“Don’t worry about him” he said, grabbing the base of his cock with his free hand and waving it in my face so that the beautiful, ripe musk wafted up my nose. “I don’t last that long”.

Without thinking, I closed my mouth around Tom’s thick cock head, and tasted his salty flavour across my tongue. Almost instantly, the man began to leak pre-cum into me, and I shook with pleasure as I swallowed it down.

“What was that you was sayin’ about not bein’ gay?” He asked, cackling as he fed more of his meat into my throat. “Huh, boy? You feelin’ gay now?”

My eyes rolled back as his cock stretched my throat. I’d never felt as aroused, and the more Tom spoke, the damper my underwear became. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and stroke my own one, but Tom held me in place.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, boy?” He grunted, thrusting until the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against my chin. “You like that shit, son? Huh, you like sucking this big old cock?”

I moaned into his bush as the hairs tickled my nose. Now that I thought about it, perhaps there had been times before when I thought about Tom like this, but those were my wildest, deepest fantasies, and I never expected them to come true.

The messy blowjob continued until spit and throat slime dripped from the edges of my mouth, and coated Tom’s throbbing cock. I was sweating, gasping and gagging, but the man showed no signs of slowing down, until finally, as my throat made sounds that I’d never even heard before, he gasped.

“Drink it!” He growled, as spurts of thick, creamy sperm poured onto the back of my tongue. “Swallow every damn drop, boy!”

I gulped down the man’s seed, moaning and whimpering as I hungrily drank his load right from his cock, and then, just like that, it was over.

Tom zipped up his jeans and slid a cigarette between his lips. His forehead was glistening in sweat, and I watched as he lit it.

“Pull em’ down” he said, as I remained on my knees, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. “Your pants, boy” he mumbled, “pull em’ down”.

I scrambled to my feet and loosened the button before shimmying my pants down my legs. Tom watched on, still smoking, and chuckled.

“Those too” he said, pointing to my damp, tented boxer shorts.

“A… Are you sure?” I asked, painfully aware that Dylan could return at any moment.

“Do I look unsure?” He said, and with one big gulp, I lowered my underwear and exposed my stiff cock to my best friend’s father.

“Here” he said, and handed me a hammer.

I took it off him, whilst trying to decide whether to hide my throbbing cock, and looked back at him. “What’s this for?” I asked, holding the heavy tool in my hand.

“I wanna watch you fuck yourself with the handle” he grinned, “I wanna’ hear you moan, boy”.

The idea instantly turned me on even more. I stared at him for a moment, but I was so incredibly horny that I would have done anything.

“Prop your leg up on that stool” he said, “then start fuckin’ that tight little ass”.

Without thinking, I obeyed the man and spat onto the end of the hammer. I’d experimented with things in my ass before, but never anything on this scale. As I lowered it between my legs and rubbed it across my hole, I gasped.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Tom grinned.

I didn’t answer him. I was too busy sliding the thick handle into my eager ring, and seconds later, it snapped around the base, and I moaned as I pushed it deeper.

My toes curled as I slid it in and out, and my cock twitched as it pushed over my prostate. I could feel the river of pre-cum pouring down my knuckles as I jerked my meat, and watched through hazy eyes as Tom stared at my half naked body.

“I want you to cum, boy” he snarled, “do it in your hand”.

I pumped faster. The wet sloshing sound filled the small garage, and my moans did, too. My hole clenched around the hammer as I got nearer and nearer to orgasm, and then finally it happened.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, clamping my ass around the handle and squirting ropes of sperm into my palm. My whole body shuddered and tingled as I collected my load, until the hammer fell from my ass, and I stood there, gasping and breathless.

“Drink it” he said, finishing his cigarette and flicking it out the door.

Without thinking, I raised my palm to my mouth and slurped up the warm seed, and I gulped it down hungrily as Tom chuckled.

“Get dressed” he said, as the sound of an engine got closer. “Let’s keep this between us” he added, just as Dylan returned.

“You bet” I nodded, swallowing the last of my cum as we watched Dylan jump out and shake his head.

“That dumb motherfucker” he said, “you know there wasn’t a thing wrong with that car? Asshole was just too drunk to drive home”.

Tom chuckled to himself as he walked outside and disappeared once more, and I remained there, cheeks red, and mouth filled with the flavour of Tom’s nut and my own.

“You good?” Dylan asked, getting back to work.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good” I smiled, “can I ask you something, man?”

He turned to me, looking as handsome as he always did, with his dark blond hair, and his perfect blue eyes shimmering from the sun.

“What?” He asked.

“How come you’ve never had a girlfriend?”

Dylan’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he finally sighed.

“I think you already know the answer to that” he said.