(Continued from "My Best Friend's Dad - Mr. Anderson." Chapter 3 will flip power dynamics back ;) Enjoy!)
"It's Mr. Anderson, is this Jack?"
My heart skipped a beat. I pulled out my phone during my statistics lecture and saw Dan had messaged me. It had been three days since our encounter in the locker room, and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. It was my best friend's dad, which made it so wrong... and it made it so hot. I'd jerked off at least 6 times to that scenario alone. The way his body felt on mine, his rough 5 o'clock shadow, his veiny forearms. His meaty cock. I needed to see him again. I needed to play this cool.
"I think you mean 'Dan' :) Yes, this is Jack. Hope you're doing well! I had a great time at racquetball this weekend," I responded. Fun, flirty, but no explicit paper trail of what we did. I put my phone on my desk and glanced between the professor and any incoming messages I got, all unfortunately not from a hot 40-something guy.
I left lecture and went back to my apartment, just off campus. I shrugged my backpack off and took my shirt and shorts off since it was another hot day. I looked in the mirror and flexed a bit.
Damn.
I really liked what I looked like with my 6-pack and broad shoulders, decent pecs and biceps, solid quads, and not a lick of hair to be seen besides my shaggy hair on top. I was loosely what they called a "twunk." My self-ogling was interrupted by the ding of my phone notification. It was Dan!
"Haha. Yeah, me too. Family dinner tonight was cancelled, I'm suddenly free. Want to come over?"
Yes. God, Yes. I want to come over, cum on, cum in, whatever he wants. Whatever plans I had are now cancelled. But play it cool, Jack.
"Yeah," I typed out, "that sounds good to me. Say 7PM?"
I saw his typing bubbles pop up immediately. "Perfect," he sent. "See you then. Looking forward to it."
And I'm looking forward to much, much more.
I saw it was 5:45PM and decided I should shower up. I glanced back in the mirror, slid my boxer briefs off, posed just a little bit more, then and walked over to the shower to freshen up. After that, I brushed my teeth, put on some tight shorts, a flowy shirt, and headed out the door.
As I was driving up, I got hit with a sudden worry:
What if Dan called me over to let me down gently? What if he regrets what we did and needed to break things off?
. I swallowed hard and my heart started beating faster.
Maybe I really messed up with this
. However, all my worries flew away when I saw Dan sitting on the porch as I pulled into the driveway. He was sitting wide legged with his loose cargo shorts, a button up short sleeve shirt leaving not a lot to the imagination, flip flops, and a big grin.
So he
was
happy to see me! Phew.
"Hey, Dan," I called out, waving with a grin to match his. "How's it going?"
"Ah, you know, can't complain. Hey, thanks for making it over here, I got a dinner all set for us." He walked us into the dining room and pulled my seat out for me.
A gentleman
. It looked like he made us a potato salad and steaks. He took the seat next to me and poured himself a glass of wine and gestured to my glass. I nodded as he gave me a heavy pour.
"Wow, Dan, this looks delicious. Thanks so much! Mrs. Anderson not joining us today?" I asked, sipping on my wine, hoping the answer was no.
"Nah, she's shacked up at her sister's for a few weeks. It's looking like things are finalizing with the divorce soon. I know Lisa told you, so no need to act shocked," he laughed.
"Yeah, she did tell me, but again, I'm really sorry to hear that. It must be tough on everyone." I tested the waters as I reached out to grab his forearm in a show of comfort.
"Thanks, Jack, I really appreciate it. It is hard, but I think we are both ready for other things in our lives. We grew apart and are both headed towards new things."
New things...? I hope that involves something that's between your legs and something that's between mine.
"Time will tell where you go, but let me know if I can ever help out with anything!"
"I appreciate it, there might be a few things later," he said, with just a hint of a smirk on his face.
Hmm. So he
is
playing with me right now. Perfect.
I started to go in on the food, which was unsurprisingly amazing, and he did the same. We both started going heavy on the dessert and even heavier on the wine, laughing and talking about shows and movies we liked, our hobbies, how we grew up. We shared more in common than we think. I always thought guys like Dan, "real men," couldn't be relatable to me, but he definitely showed me wrong. After my third glass, I had to say something.
"Dan, I'm having a great time and this wine is great... and also strong. I don't think I'm going to be able to drive back any time soon." I left this open-ended to see what he would say.
Dan looked at his watch and said "Well, it is pretty late, by the time you sober up completely, it might be too late to drive back. Wanna shack up here?"
Yes. Oh, absolutely. Everything that shack up entails, I wanna do.
"Wow, thanks much! I think I might take you up on that offer. But I didn't bring any of my stuff..."
"No worries, you can use anything I have! Mi casa es su casa, right? If you don't have any pajamas, you can use something of mine."
I was about to tell him I didn't wear pajamas, just my underwear when I slept, but I stopped myself because I wanted to sleep in something he wore. Something that smelled like his natural musk. Some shorts his dick might have touched.
"That would be great, could I see what you got?"