My ‘Best Friends Dad’ picked me up from University and that night, everything change forever. A 100% true story about a bisexual man discovering not just what he craved most but also developing a comfortable and discreet relationship that continues even ten years on.
I’ve been close to my best friend's Dad for as long as I can remember and, for the duration of this confession I’m gonna call him Dave.
I’ve know Dave for as long as I can remember and when I came out as ‘bi’ at seventeen, he was absolutely amazing and totally and completely made me feel safe and human.
Fast forward to around my twentieth birthday and I’d been single for the best part of a year and just lost my job and generally felt crap! He picked me from the train station on the way home from Uni and we were chatting comfortably as we always did, and somehow we got on to sex and our sex lives!
Now, Dave has ALWAYS felt like a second Dad to me; that kind of relationship that equally feels like a best friend and a parent that has your back and, at the same time, totally and completely understands. Dave, at this point, has seen me through both my first girlfriend and then boyfriend, heard the complications of hookups and then today, the end of my first serious relationship and confusion as to what exactly I wanted.
What I wanted though was love; either male or female, it didn’t really matter (and still doesn’t). I just wanted to be fucking loved.
Anyway, I was chatting away to Dave about everything and how low and confused I was and, randomly, Dave asked if I was horny.
Of course I was horny! I wanted to stick it to everything and everyone and then, even when I did get to stick it, I’d never felt quiet enough!
Next think I knew, we were pulled into a lay-by and Dave was looking me square in the face and, hand resting on his bulging crotch, asked me if ‘he could?’
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, and I did completely understand the energy that burned in the air between us and next thing I knew, his hand was pulling down my fly and his lips were pressed against mine, rough red stubble scrubbing against my own.
My own hands reached across the van to explore his sweaty body as his tongue explored my mouth and I’ll never, ever forget the smell. A dirty, sexy combination of Sweat, Sunburn and Diesel ‘Only the Brave: Tattoo.’
I can remember my fly unzipping and then me unzipping his and the uncontrollable ecstasy as his thick, rough hand wrapped around my cock as the smell of his own sweaty bollocks filled the van. I can distinctively remember the smell of piss and sweat and sex. I can remember pulling at his cock and him moaning into my mouth as he pushed himself into my hand.
I can remember him biting my lip a little too hard as he leaned his body over and blew his load over my cock and then him rubbing his load into my balls, fingers quickly slipping down to my arse hole.
I’d never been fingered before and although he never pushed in, I can distinctively remember wanted his cum inside me, and I remember cumming as I felt his load massaged around my hole.
He continued kissing me the whole time, his tongue dancing with mine and when I’d blown my load, he sucked his own cum off his fat fingers and zipped up without ever saying a word.
He dropped me off at my parents as if nothing had ever happened and I felt so lost and confused when I went to bed that night with his jizz smeared around my arse hole.
I remember craving his short fat dick the following day and couldn’t stop thinking about his huge, hairy ginger balls.
Was I in love with my best friend's dad?
Little did I know then that this would become a regular thing, or that we would take things further…
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