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.
