Best Friend’s Dad: Mr. Anderson – A Forbidden Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: Best Friend’s Dad – Mr. Anderson Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a crush on my best friend’s dad, Dan. Dan’s daughter, Lisa, has been my best friend since we met in college. We vibe really well together and she’s incredibly kind, funny, and gorgeous. It made sense that her dad was the same. Dan and I met when Lisa invited us over for dinner at her parents’ place. It was a hot summer day and after running around town, we both were starving.
“I think it’s finally time you met the parents,” she joked.
She laughed and I joined in. We pretend that we’re dating sometimes because she’s a lesbian and I’m gay so there’s no chance of anything ever happening.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?” I gruffly replied, putting on a deep male voice as if I were her father interviewing myself. We both laughed.
We hopped in her car and drove to her house, which wasn’t that far.
“Did you at least tell your parents I was coming over? I don’t want to impose!”
“No, I didn’t think it would be a problem, I’ve done this countless times with other gay male suitors, begging for my hand in marriage.”
“Wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel special.” I responded with a wink.
After about 10 minutes, we arrived at her house. A small but nice home, lots of well tended gardens and a big bay window.
We walked up to the front door and Lisa swung it open, yelling “I’m home! And I brought company! He practically begged me to bring him along and told me I’m not allowed to tell you guys he’s coming.”
Lisa with her jokes. “Wait, no, I–”
“Lovely to meet you, you must be Jack!”
I looked up and saw two things instantly. First, I saw Dan’s big smile take over half his face, making his eyes all squinty like Lisa’s. Secondly, I saw his absolutely huge hands, one of which was reaching toward me for a handshake. I hesitated for just a second and brought mine to his, grasping firmly and maintaining eye contact, just like my dad taught me. I waited until he let go, which was a few seconds.
“Thanks so much for letting me come over for dinner, I don’t mean to impose! If you need me to head out, I’m more than–”
“Nonsense, you’ll stay! Jenny isn’t here for dinner; she’s having a girl’s night out, so there’s an extra plate for you.” Dan replied. He and Lisa looked at each other with a quick worried glance, one I would have missed if I wasn’t stuck swimming in Dan’s grey blue eyes.
“Well, thanks so much again Mr. Anderson, I really appreciate it.”
Maybe there was trouble in paradise? Well, that could free him up to be back on the market. I mean, no, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, this is my best friend’s dad, for crying out loud! Girl code or something… I’m not ordering, but maybe I can look at the menu. And this menu showed a DILF with veiny arms, a big full chest, short cropped black hair, a bit of a 5 o’clock shadow, tree trunk legs popping out of his oversized cargo shorts. He looked to be about upper 40s. Which is unfortunately exactly my type. The amount of times I fantasized about guys who looked just like this, and now he’s right in front of me. What am I thinking! Stop it, Jack.
We walked over to the dinner table, and there was already a few chicken breasts and salad set up for three.
“I thought you would be coming over earlier, so I set the table and everything, so we can just dig right in!” Dan announced.
“Wow, Mr. Anderson, it looks great!”
“Yeah, Dad, thanks so much for dinner!” said Lisa as she wasted no time to start eating.
As I mentioned, I was starving, too, but I wanted to show my manners as a guest, so I slowly started on the salad. I swim on our college swim team and need to eat a million calories a day just to sustain myself. I’m about 5’10” (short for a swimmer) but I’m pretty good at the 500 freestyle. I’ve got that typical swimmer’s body–broader shoulders and tiny hips, a tiny little butt, and a faint hint of a 6-pack. Oh, and not a lick of hair below my neck. Our coaches told us we could shave if we want, and a few of my teammates did, but I always loved feeling smooth before a race. And, if I’m being honest, I loved wearing a skimpy little speedo, parading around the locker rooms and poolside knowing the guys and girls on the team were looking. And I could ogle the guys (surreptitiously, of course) in between sets and in the locker room. But that’s besides the point.
“Please, call me Dan. Mr. Anderson is way too formal for me.”
“Dan, got it. Well, Dan, thanks for the food! It sorta… disappeared.” I joked as I looked at my plate. Lisa and I were serious eaters and not a spot of food remained. Dan still had half his food left.
“Wow, Lisa told me you were a swimmer, and I guess swimmer’s appetite is real. Need seconds?”
“Haha, no, I’m good. I’ve got enough snacks at my place to tide me over until… 30 minutes from now.”
We all laughed and Lisa got up to put her plate away. She turned to us and made a quick announcement.
“Jack, I feel so grimy from today, I know I drove you here, but I seriously need to take a shower. You can feel free to stay or Dad, if you could, maybe drive Jack home if he needs to bop out?”
I started to protest that I could stay, but Dan chimed in.
“You go shower, sweetie, I’ll drill Jack here for a bit.”
“Thanks, daddy. Be back soon.”
Lisa ran up the stairs and after a beat, we heard the shower turn on.
“So, Jack, swim team going good?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s going great! We’ve got a meet with Oregon next week, my relay team will kill ’em, I know it.”
Dan let out a hearty chuckle. Wow, I loved being the source of that attractive laugh.
“Lisa tells me you’re the star of the team, any objections?”
I let out a small laugh and said “No, not really, it’s been said. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but…”
“Beep beep?” Dan honked an invisible horn in front of him.
“Exactly.” I responded as I grinned big to show I wasn’t that serious.
“And from the looks of it, you’re set up to blow them out of the water.” Dan said as he gave me a hearty slap on the shoulder, looking me up and down once before getting up and taking his plate with my own over to the sink. I got a bit of an electric shock from his hand on my shoulder. That huge hand.
“Well, I’m flattered” I stammered out, not sure what to say about the man of my dreams commenting on my body in a positive light.
“Of course! Gotta call it like I see it. I was on the rugby team in college myself, and I’m basically set up like a rugby guy.”
I took this opportunity to look him up and down once, just quickly enough to revel in the fact that he filled out every part of his clothes well. He had a hint of a dad bod and I felt something stirring in my pants. Oh god.
“Uh, so, Dan, what do you do for work?”
“Ah, just an IT guy, nothing serious.”
“Oh!” I let out, involuntarily, immediately regretting that.
“Surprised?” he asked.
“Ha, uh, yes. It’s just, you look like you work with your hands… sorry, I didn’t mean that in a… uh…”
Dan let me squirm for just a second before saying “I get that all the time. Just big guy genetics over here.” He winked over at me before turning over to the sink to continue washing the dishes. Big guy genetics… does that apply to all parts of him?