A gay story: Brief Encounters Ch. 08 My friend’s father
The bus stopped right in front of us. I was sitting next to my friend Frank. The school day had just ended, and we were on our way home. We entered the bus and sat in the back.
I stared out the window as the bus moved. Frank was on his phone. “So, Jamie, what do you have planned for the weekend?” he said, interrupting my thoughts.
I shrugged, “Nothing. What about you?”
He shrugged, “Nothing, either,” Frank was my friend from school. We had met a few weeks ago at the beginning of the semester. He was a tall and thin, nerdy-looking guy. I, too, was a nerdy-looking guy, but I was a bit thicker due to my history in sports. A nerd jock is what some will say. The difference between me and him, though, was that I was gay, and he was straight. He had no clue, though. I wasn’t ready to tell him; our friendship was still young.
“Do you want to come over this weekend?” Frank asked.
Frank was a bit of a loner and didn’t have any friends. Well, except me. We had a lot of things in common. Mostly similar tastes in video games and books. “Sure, what will we do though?” I had never gone to his place. So I didn’t know what to expect.
“We can play some video games. Hey, maybe you can help me with my book,” Frank suggested.
“Book? You’re writing a book? You never told me that.”
He shrugged, “I don’t like to talk about it. It’s in the early stages.”
“What’s the genre?”
“Fantasy.”
“That’s a good choice. There are lots to work with. I’d love to check out your work.”
Frank was shaking. “You would be the first person to ever look at it,” he said nervously. It was pretty cute. He pushed up his glasses. “I wrote a draft last year but didn’t like it, so I restarted.”
“Something that plagues many authors. It’s a process. I can’t wait to read what you’ve written.”
The bus’s tires stopped, and the double doors opened. Frank and I stepped out of the bus and walked to his house, which was only a block away. I had never been to his house before. He said it was his dad’s house. His parents divorced when he was in high school, and he lived with his dad.
We walked onto his porch, and he unlocked the door before we entered his house. The single-story home was spacious, providing ample room. There were two bedrooms, Frank’s and his father’s, right across. In between the two rooms was a bathroom. Frank told me his father wasn’t home yet. We entered Frank’s bedroom.
A few hours had passed, and that’s when we heard Frank’s dad come home. His name was John. He was tall and thick but not fat as if he had worked out. He was very hot. His brown hair was cut short, and he had a trimmed beard. He looked like an older version of Frank. His arms were hairy. “Nice to meet you, Jamie,” he said as I shook his hand.
His cologne filled my nostrils. He was so manly; it was hot. John stepped out of the room, leaving me with Frank once again. I went back to reading Frank’s rough draft.
Two hours flew by, and it was now close to 10 pm. Frank decided to make me a bed to sleep on. I thought I would sleep on the couch, but he had an inflatable mattress. As he filled it up, I decided to use the bathroom. I stepped into the hallway and noticed the bathroom door was ajar. The light was on inside, and I saw steam escaping the room. I looked between the space in the door and saw John standing in front of the mirror. A bright white towel was wrapped around his waist. He didn’t notice me as he tended his hair in the mirror. John was a well-built man. He had well-defined shoulders, triceps, and biceps. The man was hairy, though, but that didn’t bother me. I loved a man with hair. John turned slightly in my direction, but his stare remained in the mirror. I saw his hairy abs. It looked like a forest. The sight alone sent blood flowing to my groin area. I prayed the towel would fall off.
John placed the comb on the counter and turned to the door. Quickly, I backed away and went to the living room and waited. A few moments later, John walked out of the bathroom wearing a thin gray robe. I immediately noticed he didn’t have the towel on, but the robe ended around the middle of his hairy thighs.
“Hey Jamie, sorry if I took too long in the bathroom,” he said with a smile.
I shook my head, “No, you’re fine.” He’s more than fine; he was hot, I thought to myself.
John entered his room, and the door closed. There was a tent in my pants.
After I used the restroom, I went into Frank’s room and saw that the bed had been made for me. He let me borrow a pair of shorts. I removed my pants, and he quickly noticed the briefs I had on.
“Woah, I thought my dad was the only one who wore that underwear style,” Frank laughed.
I gulped; of course, John wore briefs. That just made him hotter. I laughed off the comment, “Hey man, they were useful when I played sports.”
“Fair, I’m just messing with you,” Frank said, stripping to his underwear a pair of blue checkered boxers. I figured the nerdy guy would be the briefs wearer, but perhaps that was just a bad stereotype.
The two of us climbed into our respective beds and fell asleep.
I tried to sleep but couldn’t. The sight of John standing in front of the mirror kept me awake. Then, my mind would imagine him wearing briefs. I wondered what type of underwear he wore. Did he wear tighty-whities as other dads do? Or, since he worked out, did he wear something more modern like Nike? The thoughts filled with more blood into my cock. My cock was now pressed up against the fabric of my briefs, wanting an escape. The idea of jerking off came to me, but I felt it wouldn’t be a good idea. Where would I even cum?
I sat up on my mattress and looked over at my unconscious friend. I wondered if he had ever had sex. I doubt it. I never thought about getting sexual with him. I stood up and looked over him on the bed. His head was turned away with his left arm resting on his chest. The sheet was covering the bottom half of his body. I grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it down. Frank made no reaction to my action. He was sleeping in just a shirt and his boxers. The pair of boxers had one button on the fly. Gingerly, I undid the button and grabbed his cock. Frank made no movements. I took the cock out of the fly and inspected it. It was uncut. I tucked his cock back into the underwear and creeped out of the room.
I planned to head to the bathroom and rub one out, but I noticed the door to John’s room was slightly open. The TV was still on. I approached the door and looked between the gaps. John was lying in bed with his eyes closed. He was bare-chested. The bed sheet covered his body up to his hairy chest. I wanted to see what underwear he had on, if any.
Gently, I placed my hands on the wooden door and pushed it. The door made no sound as it opened further. Slowly, I walked into the room. I kept a good eye on his face as I approached his bed. Hoping he wouldn’t wake. I saw his chest rise and down when I got to his bed. His snores were not too loud.
I gazed at John’s long body. The sheet looked like it enveloped him well. A lump was visible in his groin area. I wanted to see underneath so severely. I knelt beside the bed and lifted the bedsheet. I looked through it, but all I saw was darkness due to the fabric. I tried to move more of the bed sheet, only to realize part of his leg was on it. If I tugged too hard, it might wake him. I decided to test something. Like a spider, my other hand crawled underneath the sheet. When I reached his body, I felt it and noticed he did have underwear on. After a further inspection with my hand, I noticed he did have on a pair of briefs. My hand then crawled up his pelvis and made its way to his bulge. I gently felt the soft material on my fingers as I moved them up and down, causing John to react. He moved slightly in the bed. I retracted my hand and lowered myself beside the bed, hoping he wouldn’t see me.
When John stopped moving, I slowly raised my head; John was still asleep. I quickly noticed that the sheet was now covering him differently. His leg was no longer on it. I grabbed the end of the sheet and slowly peeled off of his body. I watched in anticipation as his hairy legs became exposed. Finally, his pelvic area was visible. Eric had on a pair of black briefs. There was no brand name on it. His package was massive. It looked like he had a baseball inside of his underwear. Slowly, I lowered myself over his package and touched it. My hand moved up and down gently. I licked my lips. I wanted to see the beast underneath. My fingers reached for the waistband and dug underneath. A quick look at the sleeping John gave me a confidence boost. My fingers pulled open his underwear. John’s uncut cock lay there against his pelvis. His hairy bush acts as a pillow for it. I continued to pull down until his hairy balls were exposed.
John’s cock was long and thick. I wondered how much bigger it would get when erect. Using my index and middle finger, I lifted the cock. I brought it to my mouth and began to suck on the tip. The entire time, I gazed up at John’s unconscious body. I watched as his stomach rose and fell back down. He wasn’t waking up. I continued to suck on his cock, hoping it would get erect. I sucked on the tip for a bit longer, then I chose to stop. I was scared I would wake him. I pulled up his underwear and pulled the sheet over him, then left the room. In the bathroom, I rubbed one out.
Frank and I woke up the following day and headed to the kitchen. In the kitchen, John was standing in just his robe again. No bottoms were on. “Dad!” Frank nearly yelled.
“What?” John said, confused.
“We have a guest. Why can’t you put some pants on,” his son complained.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
I shrugged, “It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me.”
“I’m going to make some breakfast. How about some pancakes?”
The two of us nodded.
John went through the cabinets, then groaned, “Crap! We’re out of syrup and pancake mix. Frank, you think you can run to the store?”
“Sure,” he turned to me and said, “You wanna tag along?”
I shook my head.
Frank rose from his chair and went to his room to change. A few minutes later, he appeared with a new set of clothes and left.
I sat in the kitchen with John in silence. He had been looking through the fridge. My eyes gazed at his manly body as he bent over, almost giving me a show of his underwear. Immediately my mind went to last night when I got a taste of his cock. John placed some ingredients on the counter and said, “So, how did you sleep last night?”
I gulped, “It was fine. How about you?”
“I fell asleep to some Law and Order. Then I had this weird dream.”
“Oh?” Wondering if he dreamt about something sexual.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you. That would be weird.”
I shrugged, “I like weird stuff.”
He went silent and stared at me, “Don’t tell Frank I told you. He’ll find it weird.”
I nodded.
“I had a dream; I was with Stacy Nash. She was a cheerleader when I was in high school. It was a sexual dream.”
“Oh, I’ve had dreams like that.”
“Yeah, it was so weird because it felt real. Stacy was giving me head…” he paused and winced, “Sorry, that might’ve been too much info.”
“Nah, you’re good. Continue.”
John remained silent and walked around the counter. He stood next to me at the table and looked down at me, which made me wonder what he was doing. He then sat at the end of the table next to me. His right leg was on the table, while the other hung off the edge. I gulped. “Did you have a dream like that last night, Jamie?”
From his sitting position, I could see part of his bulge. My eyes turned away and widened for a brief moment. I wondered if he knew what I did. “No, why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering. Have you ever had a dream like that…” John paused momentarily, “about a girl?”
I shook my head, “No.” The answer came out flat.
“About guys?” he pressed.
My heart started to beat faster. Frank didn’t know I was gay. Was I about to reveal it to his father? If so, what would happen? He must’ve known what happened last night. Otherwise, why ask all these questions?
“You can tell me. I’ll keep your secret,” John assured me with a smile.
“Yes,” I said under my breath.
“What’s that?”
“Yes,” I said again with a more unmistakable voice.
John bit his lower lip, “I see. So, was that your mouth I felt last night?”
I gulped. Panic began to fill me, and I looked away. He was awake last night but did nothing. Immediately, I apologized, “I am so sorry, John. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…”
John gently grabbed my chin, and I turned to face him. “Relax. I am not mad that you did it. I’m just a bit sad that you didn’t finish.”
“What?” I mumbled out.
John carried a smile on his face, “Would you like to finish what you started?”
I gave him a slow nod. I felt anxious but excited, and my heart beat faster with each passing second.
John stood up next to me. Slowly, he undid the straps of his robe and opened it. He had nothing but a pair of briefs–the same briefs as last night. The underwear hugged his body well. The pear-shaped bulge stared at me. The rest of his body was covered in hair, from his upper body to his legs. His abs looked like small hills with tall grass. Instead, the grass was hair. I wanted to worship him so severely.
I fell to my knees before John and grabbed his round bulge. My head tilted backward, and I saw him staring down at me. The gazing ended when I felt his bulge pressed against my face, followed by, “Finish what you started.”
My fingers slipped under the waistband of his underwear and pulled down his briefs. John’s cock sprung out before me semi-erect. I tucked the waistband under his massive hairy balls. From the base of the shaft, I ran my tongue against it. When I reached the tip, my lips enclosed around it and pushed back the foreskin. My tongue made contact with the tip.
John’s cock was massive. The length was eight inches, if not longer. The girth was more significant than most I’ve seen. I could feel the veins of his cock in my right hand as I stroked his enormous shaft. Moans filled the kitchen as I pleasured John; his right hand rested on the back of my head with no pressure at all. He was giving me complete control of his pleasure.
The loudest moan came when I swallowed his cock into my throat. My hand released his cock as it slid deep into my throat. A fourth of the cock was nestled in my throat. Enduring the pleasure that my throat was giving it. His long pubic hair ticked my nose. My hands moved around his pelvis to feel his butt cheeks through the cotton fabric of his briefs. I groped them as I held the cock in my throat.
The swollen cock left my throat and my mouth. I stared up at John as I gathered myself from the deep throat. The content was on his face. I couldn’t stop touching his muscular body. John was the oldest guy I had ever had sex with and also the first father. John looked down at me, eager for his cock to reenter my mouth. I brought my lips to the pink tip and kissed it. My tongue parted my lips and licked the tip. I took the cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. The action caused John to moan again.
I could feel the wetness in my briefs as precum poured out of my cock. I wanted too severely for John to cum in my mouth. My left hand cupped his hairy balls and began to massage them. I played with one ball, then moved on to the next, alternating between them as I pleasured his cock.
The mouthwork was at a steady pace. I wanted John to cum, but I also wanted to enjoy it. Not knowing if another time like this would come. But at the same time, our time was limited. Frank was due back already. I doubt he would take longer. I had to decide.
It was a race against time. John knew our time was short, so he urged me to hurry up. He was eager to release his seed. My right hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and stroked it in a twisting motion. With a combination of my mouth and hand, John would cum in no time.
After a few minutes of John dropping hints that he was close through his deep breathing and frequent moans, I felt his body stiffen. My sucking slowed as the first shot of cum shot into my mouth. I removed my hand and swallowed his cock. The tip entered my throat, where it continued to release his gooey seed. I felt it drip down my throat.
When John finished, I pulled out his cock and swallowed the little cum that was in my mouth. A bead of cum was on his urethra. I licked it and looked up at him. A grin was on his face.
“Did I do good?”
He nodded, “Oh yeah, that was amazing.”
I kissed the tip of his cock, “Maybe you can put this in my other hole.”
John bit his lower lip and was about to speak when we heard the door unlock. It was Frank. John closed his robe and hastily went to his room. I quickly returned to the chair and cleared my mouth, removing evidence.
When the door opened, Frank walked in with a bag of groceries. “Where’s my dad?”
“He went to the restroom, I think.”
A few minutes later, John reappeared wearing basketball shorts and a shirt. He greeted his son and then began to make us breakfast.
Later in the day, Frank and I went out for the afternoon. We hung out at the bookstore for a few hours. Frank talked about his book and the books that inspired it. To be honest, I was half listening to what he was saying. My mind was plagued by the event that had happened earlier. It was so hot. I am worshiping a hot, hairy man like John. Something that would make my gay friends envious.
After the bookstore trip, we got coffee and read our new books in the cafe. I couldn’t read, but I pretended I was. John was perfect. Great body great cock, the man wore briefs. Which was a win for me. Not many straight men wore briefs. Well, at least around my age. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.
When we finally returned, John was on the sofa; the sun had already set. Frank told me he was going to take a shower, which meant I would be alone with John. I hoped he took long showers.
When Frank entered the bathroom to shower, I sat down next to John on the sofa. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. John’s eyes are glued to the TV screen. I wanted to talk about it, but I was nervous. I still couldn’t believe it had happened. I had sucked his cock.
“You’re offly silent,” John said in his deep voice.
He broke me from my thoughts. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something,” I said, turning to him.
John grinned, “Thinking about what?”
John’s legs were open, and in the center of his shorts, I saw a bulge.
“About what happened earlier,” I muttered out.
John looked at his groin and then back at me, “Go ahead, you can touch it.”
My left hand moved from the sofa’s surface, reaching for the bulge in his shorts. Gently, my hand rubbed it. John moved his back and rested it on the couch.
“For now, just rub it,” he said, looking down the hallway to the bathroom, “We can do some fun stuff later tonight.”
I smiled. I was eager for what the night was going to bring. John’s cock grew inside his underwear. I felt the cock pressing against his shorts. It was rock-hard.
“So, does Frank know?” John said.
“That I’m gay?” I shook my head, “No, we’ve only been friends for a few weeks.”
“I see. Are you interested in my son in that way?”
I smiled, “No, I’m only interested in you.”
I moved closer to John and continued to grope his bulge. At that moment, I wanted so badly to open his shorts and suck on his cock again. I wanted to ride his cock on that couch. The thought alone made me leak precum.
I continued to rub his bulge until Frank came out of the restroom. John closed his legs. I couldn’t wait until tonight.
The night finally came. Thankfully for me, Frank was tired and eager to go to bed. He stripped to his underwear and lay on his bed. The lights went off. I waited nearly an hour until I heard the first snore from my friend. I got up from the floor and looked at his unconscious body. He was face down on the bed with no sheets on.
I left Frank’s bedroom and walked to John’s. The door was ajar, and the only light came from the television screen. John lay on his bed with a sheet covering him from the waist down. His eyes were once again glued to the screen. I pushed open the door and walked in. Immediately, I felt his eyes on me. He smiled and asked me to close and lock the door behind me. Once I did, I walked to him. John looked me up and down as I approached him.
“You look so cute in those briefs,” John said.
I stood beside the bed. John removed the sheet and sat up on the edge of the bed. John had on a fresh pair of briefs. White Calvin Klien no fly briefs. They hugged his body so snugly. It almost looked as if they were too small for him. My eyes drift down south to see his pear-shaped bulge.
John’s right hand met my chin, and he raised it for the eyes to meet. He brought my lips to him, and we kissed. His tongue entered my mouth and lathered itself on my tongue. I felt his right hand on my lower back, where he pressed my body against his. We stood groin to groin.
The kissing stopped, “So I have to ask.”
John licked his lips, “What do you want to know?”
“Are you bisexual or what?”
John said nothing. Instead, he smiled. His large hands slid up my slender body and stopped at my shoulders. There, John pushed me onto my knees. Once again, I started at his alluring bulge. He pressed it against my face. I took a long sniff of his groin. I was taking in the scent of manliness and body soap. John had showered before he went to bed.
John looked down at me and said, “I’m just a very horny man.”
It was a sufficient answer for me.
My fingers reached for the waistband of his briefs and opened them up. The semi-erect cock flopped out before me. It curved like a banana. My right hand wrapped around the shaft and pulled back the foreskin. The pink tip glistened due to the layer of precum that covered it. I wrapped my lips around the tip and pressed my tongue against it. My head tilted upwards so my eyes could watch his facial expressions as I pleasured his cock. I watched as John started to moan. His cock grew to its full size inside my mouth.
My hands moved up and down his hairy thighs as I pleasured his swollen cock. I felt the muscles in his legs, sliding my fingers up his legs. The soft cotton of his briefs felt good against my bare hands. I massaged the prominent butt cheeks in each of my hands. I couldn’t believe how big they were.
Drawn-out moans left John’s mouth, “Oh fuck, I love the way you suck my cock. The way you worship me.”
The compliment encouraged me to swallow his cock. The cock slid along my tongue like a snake; the very tip entered my throat. Where I closed my throat muscles on it. I felt his pubic hair inside my nostrils. I was taking in his manly scent. My hands were spread out on his butt cheeks as I gagged on his cock.
John had a handful of my hair in his hand as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gathered myself as I stared up at him. The swollen wet cock stood erect before me. He brought me to my feet and tossed me onto the bed. He crawled on all fours and turned me onto my stomach. His large hands slid down my slender body until he reached my briefs. There, his fingers dug into the fabric and tore a hole in my briefs. Immediately I felt the tip of his wet cock against my hole. He began to tease me by pressing the tip lightly against the entrance of my hole. I giggled, and John laughed. “You want it?”
I turned to him and nodded.
A fistful of bed sheet was in my hands as John pushed his cock inside me. The cock slid inside me slowly, expanding my tight hole. My eyes closed as a moan escaped. I felt his pelvis against my butt cheeks as his cock was entirely inside me. I bent my knee against the bed. John rested his body on mine and began to move his pelvis.
John’s hands were planted on the sides of my head as he moved his pelvis in a melodic rhythm. The swollen cock slide back and forth in my tight hole. Moans poured out of my mouth; some of them were loud. John had a solution. He grabbed the pillow and placed it in front of my face. I rested my head on it as he moved his pelvis. This time, John moved at a faster pace.
The bed trembled as John moved his pelvis at a fast pace. My moans filled the pillow as it plowed me. The back was muffling John’s moans. His face pressed against my upper back, his heavy breathing tickling the little hairs on my back. His arms were wrapped around my slender body.
We had turned to our sides.
I held the pillow close to my face as he sped up again. The thick cock constantly rubbed against my prostate, sending endless waves of pleasure throughout my body.
John pressed his face against my back, and I heard him release a loud grunt. He shoved his pelvis against my butt and stopped. I then felt it. The cum shot out of his urethra and began to fill me. The cock expanded inside me with each pump of cum that flowed through his urethra.
When the final shot of cum came out, John moved his head and rested it on my shoulder. His large hands moved up my thin frame and stopped at my neck. I felt a kiss there. “You should come by more often,” he said.
I smiled, “Maybe I should. Your son does need some help with his novel.”
“Good thing he has a smart friend like you.”
John pulled out his cock and sat on the bed. I stood up and held the load of cum inside my rectum. John pulled off his briefs and handed them to me, “For tearing a hole in yours.”
I smiled and quickly swapped out my underwear for his.
John then handed me a piece of paper with his phone number. “I won’t see you in the morning, but just know you can come by any time,” he stood up, went to his drawer, and pulled out a new pair of briefs, “If you ever want to meet up somewhere private. That’s why I am giving you my number.”
I grabbed the piece of paper and then kissed him on the cheek, “Expect a text from me soon.”
I left John’s bedroom and went back to Frank’s. He was still asleep. I lay in bed with a smile on my face.