Dad's Friend

The second commission piece this week!

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All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

There was something about my father’s best friend that made me feel things that no boy my own age ever had. I was eighteen years old, and whilst I could certainly appreciate hot guys in school, Dave was in a different league.

He was in his early forties, with short, military-style, black hair and a beefy, muscular body. In a t-shirt, the dark carpet of body hair was visible top and bottom, and in shorts, Dave’s thick thighs and shredded calves made my mouth water.

I don’t know when I first realised that I was infatuated with the man, but what I did know, was that if I ever had the opportunity to seduce my dad’s best friend, I was certainly going to take it. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait too long for that opportunity to arise.

It was late on a Saturday night when I got the message. It was a typical Dave text, straight to the point and somewhat dominant. Naturally, the man had no interest in me other than to help him out with a cabin he’d been building in his back yard, but I was a little tipsy, and braver than usual.

Dave: Need help tomorrow. Collect you at 10?

Me: Sure, see you then.

I considered leaving it at that, but how could I? I was laying naked on my bed, my six inch, smooth cock hard in my hand, and the small vibrator that I’d purchased online, buzzing in my tight hole. Dave had caught me at the right time, so I did the only thing I could think of doing, and sent him a message that was meant for somebody else. Or so I told him, anyway.

I was smooth and slim, and although my stiff cock was perfectly visible in the image, I had purposely spread my legs apart to reveal my pink, virgin hole. Part of me regretted it as soon as it had been sent, but the other part was buzzing with excitement.

Me: Omg, I’m so sorry, Dave! That wasn’t meant for you!!

My heart smashed in my chest as I waited for a response. As awkward as things would now be, I was incredibly horny at the idea of Dave seeing me like that. Like most people, Dave assumed that I was some innocent young man, but now he’d know the truth, and I was eager to find out how he’d react.

Seconds turned to minutes and I still hadn’t received a reply. I began to wonder if I’d just ruined everything, but my cock remained hard, and my hole remained hungry. Finally, after almost ten minutes, my phone buzzed and I checked it instantly.

Dave: No sweat. Collect you at 10.

Admittedly, I was a little disappointed. I wanted Dave to reveal his true intentions, even if those intentions were nothing more than perverted fantasies of mine, but instead, he did what I should have expected him to do, and brushed me off like the irritating teenager he likely thought I was.

I didn’t even bother to finish jerking off. I felt silly and rather embarrassed. Not only had I just exposed myself to my dad’s best friend, but he hadn’t taken the bait, and now I was going to have to face him the following day. My stomach churned as I tried to sleep, but all I could do was lie there and think about how stupid I was.

The next morning came too fast. Edging my cock the previous night had left me with an insatiable horniness, but I decided against cranking one out in bed. As difficult as the encounter with Dave was going to be, it was hot out, which meant that the man would spend most of the day sweating, and would certainly give me something to cum to later on.

I wore a pair of tight briefs to ensure that my inevitable erections could be hidden, and dressed light. By the time I was ready, Dave was already downstairs talking to my dad, and I could only hope that he kept my secret to himself.

“Morning” Dad said, as the two of them sat at the table drinking coffee. Mom was there, too, and I cringed at the idea of Dave telling them both what had happened the previous night. Thankfully, it appeared that he hadn’t mentioned it.

“Ready?” He asked, in that deep, stern voice that he so often used. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I nodded sheepishly.

“Don’t be afraid to work him hard” Dad laughed, and the sentence made the awkwardness even worse. I flashed a forced smile and followed Dave to the door, and a few minutes later we were in his truck, driving toward his house.

“About last night” I started, but he cut me off.

“You got sun block on?” He asked, completely ignoring me, “it’s set to be scorcher today, and I don’t want your mom chewing me out if you get burned”.

I squirmed on the chair. Perhaps he was angry at me. Dave was quite conservative, so maybe he was disgusted, and was doing his best to hide it because I was the son of his childhood best friend.

“Um… No” I mumbled, turning toward the window.

The journey continued in relative silence, but that was nothing new. Dave rarely spoke unless he had something to say, but my overactive mind was racing with anxious thoughts. By the time we arrived, the sun was blazing in the sky.

“In” he said, pointing at the house as I made to walk toward the yard. I gulped, but obeyed, and followed him inside a moment later.

Dave lived on his own, which was always baffling to me. He was incredibly handsome, extremely fit, and pretty wealthy, too. Any woman would have been lucky to have him, but apparently he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the single life.

“Take off your shirt” he said, as we reached the kitchen, and my eyes widened. I watched as he took a bottle of sun block from the cabinet, and felt stupid for thinking that it was something more. I awkwardly slipped my t-shirt off and reached for the bottle, but Dave stepped behind me and slathered it over my shoulders.

“Shit, that’s cold” I gasped, as his strong, harsh hands began to massage the cream into my flesh. I was instantly thankful for the tight briefs.

“Lift” he said, pulling my arms up to reveal my smooth, soft armpits. He squirted more cream down my sides and rubbed it in, and my cock throbbed as he slipped his hand over my lower back. “Here” he mumbled, handing me the bottle as he walked toward the back door. “Do the front yourself”.

Dave left me alone as I splashed sun block onto myself and considered reaching into my shorts and rubbing one out right there and then. It was the first time in my life that Dave had touched me like that, and now I was desperate for more.

I did my best to put the thoughts to the back of my mind as I followed the man outside. He had already shed his t-shirt and his hairy, muscular body was beginning to glisten from the sheen of sweat which covered him.

“Help me with this” he said, as he lugged a large wooden beam toward the half finished cabin. I grabbed the other end, and the work began.

After almost two hours of baking under the sun, I was drenched in sweat, and much to my delight, so was Dave. I watched as cloudy beads dripped down his tanned body and disappeared into the coarse hair, and every time our paths crossed, the strong, sharp stench filled my lungs.

“Want a drink?” He asked, as I finally dropped to my butt in the shade. I nodded eagerly, and waited there until he returned with two glasses of ice water.

“So” he said, sitting on a log under the tree opposite me, “what was that all about last night?”

I almost choked on the water. I had been under the impression that we were simply going to forget that it had ever happened, but now Dave was asking me a direct question about it, and I had no idea how to respond.

He chuckled and gulped down the rest of his water. “No need to be embarrassed” he said, and now my eyes were drawn to his khaki shorts, were his large bulge hung very clear in my line of sight. “We’ve all done crazy shit at your age”.

I couldn’t even look at him. I was mortified, but I was also glad that he wasn’t taking it as bad as I thought he was.

“Drink up” he said, getting to his feet. “Can’t have you passing out in this heat, right?”

I managed a smile and swallowed down the cold water. It was only then that I noticed the strange taste. It wasn’t a bad taste, but certainly different. I cocked a brow as I looked back up at Dave who was now standing inches away from me.

“Take the ice into your mouth” he breathed, as more sweat dripped down his beefy body.

I held the glass up and stared at the two ice cubes at the bottom of it. My eyes widened when I realised that it most certainly wasn’t water that had been used to make them.

“A treat” he said, smirking, “to keep you going for the rest of the day. Go ahead, let them melt in your mouth”.

My entire body buzzed as I tried to make sense of it. The taste was now instantly recognisable, and I eagerly let one slide into my mouth, and felt the sharp tasting cum begin to drool onto my tongue.

“Yeah” he chuckled, rubbing my hair as his frozen cum dripped into the back of my throat. “I had a feeling you’d enjoy that”. He tipped the glass until the second cube spilled into my mouth, and took the glass from me as he returned to the house.