Best Friend’s Dad – Mr. Anderson

“Ready, Freddie?”

“Lead the way.” I said, watching him walk in front of me and realizing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Did he just put on a show for me, or am I being crazy? And no underwear? This is gonna be fun after all.

We walked up to the courts and set up to play. He served first, I volleyed. He scored, I served, I scored. I won’t bore you with the details, but we ended up playing 4 rounds before we were both sweating and breathless.

“What do you say, tie game?” he said, extending his hand to me.

“Tie game. Well played, Anderson.” We shook hands and packed up our stuff.

As we walked back down the stairs, I remembered our lockers were right next to each other. Fuck. I really need to shower before practice but if I get another glimpse of this muscle god’s body, I don’t think I’ll be able to hide a raging erection from him.

We walked over to our lockers and started to put in our lock combinations. We grew suddenly quiet. Was he thinking about how awkward this is? Is he into me? Is he just being nice?

We both got into our bags and pulled out our towels. I made the first move to take off my shirt, growing very aware that he was watching me from the side of his eye. He looked up at me, patted me on the shoulder, and said “I knew I was right about you being set up to swim. Look at you, man! You must be drowning in it, literally.”

I laughed and felt my cheeks becoming red. Oh, god, this is so embarrassing. I’m lusting after my best friend’s dad and probably making him so uncomfortable.

“Yeah, but I got nothing on you and those rugby genetics, damn,” I replied. I was starting to tread dangerous ground as I playfully punched his right pec.

He looked up at me again and proceeded to take his shirt off. Here we go. Fuck, look at that hairy chest. I just wanna stick my face in there. And those arms, to die for. Shit, I’m really starting to fill out the front of these shorts. Wait, how long have I been looking at his chest?

Dan was looking at me with a knowing look in his eyes as he looked at my little shorts barely covering what they should. I looked back down at his shorts and saw a little stirring. Or more than a little stirring. His dick print was huge. My eyebrows went up and I looked back at him. Is this really happening? Oh my god, it might be really happening.

Dan kept eye contact as he slid his shorts off. I heard a slap and realized his rigid cock slapped up against his stomach when he brought his shorts down. Oh my god. It’s the perfect size. And so gorgeous. Circumsized, looks to be about 7.5″, and rock solid. His balls were hanging low and he was perfectly trimmed. Wait, what the fuck is happening right now?

I looked back up at his face and it changed. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. He pointed to my shorts, and I knew he wanted me to take them off. I was violently erect, so taking them off meant he would clearly know I wanted him. Shaking, I brought my hands to my waistband and slowly slid them down to reveal my 6.5″ hard cock pointing right up at his face. I stepped out of my shorts, heart beating so fast, and reached for my towel. I had a gust of confidence flow through me as I said “It’s 9AM, no one’s here on a Saturday. Wanna hit the showers?”

He gestured for me to lead the way and I draped my towel over my hard dick, just in case someone was there. He didn’t, letting his cock lead him to the showers after me.

I found the handicap stall in the far corner and stepped in, placing my towel on the hook and started the hot water. I turned around to find Dan walking into the stall and closing the curtain behind him. Fuck, he looks so goddamn hot right now.

Dan walked up until he was two inches from my face. I felt our cocks touch and an electric jolt shot up my body. I was so horned up, I was ready to cum right then and there. All of a sudden, I felt his hands on my hips as he brought me in for what was probably the most gentle kiss I’ve ever had. Perfect amount of tongue, almost romantic in the way he was savoring my lips. His 5 o’clock scruff brushed up against my smooth face, and I reveled in the sensations of making out with a real manly man. I returned and moaned, involuntarily, when he broke the kiss and brought his finger to my mouth, giving me a “shh” as he shook his head with a toothy grin. I nodded and he started to lower himself down, steadying himself with his giant rough hands on my hips. Holy fucking shit, this is real. Fuck. I thought to myself as I looked down to see the prettiest sight I could have ever imagined. A muscle king squatted, sitting on his ankles, thighs spread, looking ready to service my cock. I could have died.

He reached his hand up to my dick and stroked it a few times. I must have felt hard as diamond at that point. He gave me another grin and stuck his tongue out as he brought my dick into his mouth. To feel my member enveloped in his mouth as his tongue swirled around it, bobbing his head up and down as I cradled the back of his neck, feeling his short cropped hair in my fingers… There was nothing like it. I looked between his legs and saw his cock sticking straight up. Oh my god, he was loving this! He placed one hand through my legs on my ass crack and the other stayed on my hip as he increased his speed. Fuck, if he keeps this up, I don’t know how much longer I can last. As if he heard my thoughts, he pulled off my dick after a few minutes of heaven, stood up, and brought me in for a much rougher kiss. Oh, yeah, he was definitely into this. He whispered into my ear “I’ve never done that before,” to which I responded “Well, you could have fooled me.”

We made out while grinding our dicks together for what felt like an eternity when I decided I wanted to return the favor. I wanted his big daddy cock in my mouth like I was dying of thirst and his dick was water. I slowly kneeled down, kissing his chest, stomach, and hips before making it down to his cock where I could give it a full inspection. Veiny and pulsing. Staring me right in the eyes, begging for me to suck it. I looked up at him and his eyebrows were furrowed up, looking almost sad in the way you do when you desperately want something, need something. Well, who am I to stand in the way of Dan’s needs?

I brought my hand up to his cock and stuck my tongue out, slapping it against my tongue a few times as I looked deep into his eyes. He needs this. I brought my lips around his dick head and sucked gently as I flicked my tongue around his frenulum. He moaned and I looked up at him, my turn to shake my head slowly with his cock still in my mouth to tell him to quiet down so we wouldn’t get caught. He seemed to understand, and I went back to work to what I do best. I inched my lips further down on his cock, moving my tongue forward and backward on the underside of his dick while I slowly started to swallow him. I really wanted to impress him, so I shoved my head all the way down, opened up my throat, and deep-throated him with my lips on his pubes and balls. Dan brought his hands to the back of my head and held me there. To be honest, I could have stayed there forever, so I was going to let Dan do what he needed to do.

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