My Best Friend's Dad, Part Three

I’d become obsessed with my best friend;s Dad, Dave; and despite knowing just how wrong and unhealthy my feelings were, I couldn’t help myself. I’d find myself getting hard if I jogged past his house, I jerked off thinking about him and his hairy, muscular body, the smell of his sweat and how his fat fingers had stretched my tight hole. I fantasised about him on top of me, stubble scratching my face as his tongue explored my mouth and cock pressed against my hole. I wanted it all, but knew it would never happen.

Weeks passed and I did my best to move on from what had happened between the two of us, tried my hardest to push it to the back of my mind. I spent less time at my friends house, and visited the gym earlier in the day, when I knew Dave was working. I channeled my energy into exercise and it showed; my abs began to form a six pack and my pecs were firm, legs muscular and arms athletically lean. I felt happy with the way I looked.

August crept into September and I began to prepare for my return to university, excited to explore the new side of my sexuality that Dave had helped me discover. I was home alone and packing my bags when I heard a knock at the door. I was only wearing a towel as I’d not long returned from the gym and showered, but assumed it was just a delivery and bounded down the stairs and pulled the door open without though.

Before me stood Dave in his usual work scruffs, coated in dust and dripping sweat which I smelt first and noticed after. He looked as handsome as ever and the familiarity of his strong, masculine musk instantly caused my cock to stir beneath the towel. Fuck.

“Hey Perry,” he growled, winking cheekily at me as I swallowed hard and desperately tried to stop my heart pounding in my chest. “Is your mum home?” He continued, before I could even say hello.

“Errr, no, working! Just me here.” I struggled to say, hoping I sounded my usual self. I could vaguely remember my mum saying something about a joiner popping in to look at the kitchen, but hadn’t paid too much attention, and now I could feel the towel loosening around my waist and hoped it would cling on long enough for Dave to leave.

“Good,” he replied, raising a hand and placing it on my shoulder as he pushed me backwards into the house and stepped forward, the door clicking shut behind him. Before I could react his lips were pressing against mine, forcing my mouth open as a strong arm wrapped around my body and clasped my firm arse cheek, pulling me against Dave.

My cock throbbed and I felt his twitch in response through his thick, filthy jeans. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest against my own and hungry to be covered in his stink. He groaned into my mouth and teasingly nibbled my bottom lip as I managed to slide the shirt from his broad shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I could feel myself leaking precum over his bulge as we ground and pressed against one another, and my hands quickly slid from his chest to the button on his jeans.

Dave’s dick sprang free and slapped against my own as the smell of his musk grew stronger, hornier. I found myself kissing down his furry chest, pausing to tease his hard nipples with my tongue before continuing down his belly and across the shaft of his throbbing manhood. I swallowed before rolling back his foreskin with my lips and slowly slid the head into my mouth, working my tongue beneath his salty foreskin.

He groaned and pushed deeper into the back of my throat, Dave’s thick tangle of red pubes brushing my nose. I inhaled the scent and reached down to tug at my own leaking dick. My spare hand cupped his heavy, low hanging balls which rolled between my fingers as I eagerly slurped at his dick. He tasted of sweat and sex, his bush smelt of pussy and I knew he’d fucked recently. Dave ran his heavy hands through my hair and pulled me closer, forcing himself to the back of my throat and I tried not to choke.

Glancing up as I worked back to the tip, precum smeared across my lips, I glanced up into Dave’s piercing eyes, smouldering with lust, and let his dick fall from my mouth as I rose to my feet and turned towards the stairs, hoping he’d follow.

Of course he did and seconds later he were both naked and falling onto my bed, Dave on top and between my legs,pinning me down with his strong arms, wet cock pressed against my tight arse hole. Snogging me with force Dave pushed himself against my hole and slipped inside, causing me to cry out in surprised pleasure. His tongue explored my mouth and stubble scrubbed my cheeks as he pushed deeper inside me, using only his precum for lube. My own hands explored around his body and found his hairy hole, wet with sweat but not as tight as I’d expected, and I began to circle with finger which slipped inside with ease and caused Dave to grown into my mouth. “More.”

I slipped in a second and then third finger inside of him as he slowly worked my own arse with his huge cock, growling into my mouth between deep, wet songs. Fucking hell, I was in heaven, and couldn’t believe what was happened. I’d never been fucked before, and Dave’s manhood was huge, stretching my hole more than I thought possible, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

“More,” Dave moaned into my mouth, squeezing his hole against my probing fingers before pushing back against me and obligingly I slipped in a forth fingered as Dave cried out in delight and then thrust hard into my guts. I moaned back in reply and he began to fuck me, in and out, his arse working itself against my fingers as I tried to explore more of his hole.

Dave panted and moaned and groaned into my mouth, his tongue tangled with my own as he fucked my hole relentlessly, and I pressed against what I assumed was his ‘g-spot’ and circled the outside of his hairy hole with my free thumb, heavy balls tightening on my arm as the final moment raced closer and closer.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out as rope after rope of cum suddenly and unexpectedly erupted from my cock, splattering my chest and hitting Dave’s chin. My body spasmed uncontrollably as my orgasm slowed and Dave thrust harder and deeper inside of me before moaning into my mouth that he was about to cum. I pulled him closer with my spare hand and he let out a guttural growl before a strange warmth flooded my guts and I knew at once he’s released. 

His thrusting slowed and Dave pulled away from the kiss, scooping the dripping cum from my chest and wiping it across my lip before leaning back in for one final, passionate snog. I groaned as Dave pulled his dick from my sore, sloppy hole and immediately clenched, desperate to keep everything I could inside my guts, unable to believe right now what had just happened. My fingers slipped from Dave’s loose arse and I watched hungrily as he pulled back on his jeans and briefly searched the room for his shirt before remembering that it still lay on the floor hall, winked, and left my room.

As the front door clicked shut I reached down and slipped two fingers into my abused hole, Dave’s load leaking onto my bed, before reaching back to my mouth and tasting his sweet, salty goodness tainted with the musk of my own arse…