My Best Friend's Dad, Part Two

For weeks after my first sexual encounter with Dave, my best friend's Dad, nothing else happened; not that I actually expected a repeat of events. I couldn’t stop replaying what happened over and over again in my head, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Dave and his thick cock, the way his hands felt exploring my body and the smell of sweat and sex.

I craved him, spent every second at my friend's house imagining the body beneath his work clothes and trying to make eye contact, somehow trying to communicate via invisible smoke signals how I felt.

Dave was his normal self though, and I truly started to believe that the experience we had had meant nothing to him, I’d simply scratched an itch, much like the woman he’d told me that he would occasionally treat to a night in the back of his van after a drunken evening at the pub with the lads. Maybe he’d just been so desperate in that moment for any form of release that I’d become a momentarily viable option.

I guess now would be a good time to tell you a little more about myself. I’m five foot nine, blonde hair blue eyes and at this point in time had a pretty good summer tan and in decent shape, visiting the gym a couple of days a week and jogging off my hangovers. I felt happy with my body and the way that I looked for the first time in years.

It was on an exceptionally hot day towards the end of August that Dave and I had our next encounter. I’d been at the gym and working harder than usual when I noticed a familiar shape disappearing into the changing rooms; Dave. I don’t know how, but I just knew it was him. My heart jumped slightly and I felt a stirring in my groin.

I can’t remember exactly what I’d been doing at the time, but if it matters for the story my memory of the gym layout would have put me on the rowing machine. Anyway, something took control of me and I remember raising to my feet, dripping in sweat and striding purposefully towards the changing rooms.

It was sweltering inside the gym and it was almost, if not totally, deserted. This was my chance to see Dave’s cock again if nothing else. I felt fresh sweat dripping down my back in anticipation and I knew my own dick was beginning to swell as it swung freely in my loose shorts; I’d spent most of the summer commando and fallen in love with the freedom and feeling of my cock and balls hanging free and the idea that someone, anyone, passing by may notice.

My heart dropped as I stepped into the changing rooms and could tell immediately that they were deserted. The room was ‘T’ shaped with the lockers running around the length and the showers in a section to my left with benches running down the centre. The room was empty and I felt sick with disappointment, running a hand through my damp hair as I turned on the spot to face back towards the gym.

Just seconds ago I’d been so sure that I would catch Dave dropping his shorts at the central bench or soaping up in the showers. All that I wanted, needed, was another quick glimpse of his body.

At this moment I remembered the small row of private cubicles just outside and began moving back towards the gym area. I swallowed hard as I emerged back into the gym and turned to face the cubicles to be rewarded with the sight of a single closed door; the middle of of the three.

I could see a shadow moving on the floor and hear the noise of movement from inside. Quietly I moved closer and slid into the cubicle to the closed doors rightside, cautiously pushing the door closed and sliding the lock into place. What was wrong with me? Why did I crave Dave so badly? Surely what I was doing and how I felt at this moment wasn’t right?! This couldn’t be normal behaviour.

I dropped my shorts to the ground and my cock sprang free, precum already oozing from beneath my foreskin. My fist wrapped around the shaft and gently tugged backwards as my heart hammered in uncontrollable, desperate, anticipation; I could wank, practically in Dave’s company and he would never know. I dropped to my knees and cautiously peered beneath the cubicle, holding my breath as I leaned in, desperate just to catch and glimpse of Dave’s cock or balls.

My heart stopped for a second as the scene just the other side of the paper thin partition unfolded before me. I shouldn’t have looked; this private moment wasn’t mine to see and yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Dave sat on the small wooden bench that ran across the back of the cubicle with his thick legs spread wide and huge balls hanging low, bouncing as his huge hand slowly worked on his equally huge dick. A second set of much thinner legs stood before Dave’s, and his free hand was slipped beneath the man's legs with two of Dave’s fat fingers buried between toned arse cheeks. 

I heard the familiar slurp of mouth on cock and I knew from the sound the stranger was balls deep in Dave’s warm mouth. I don’t know exactly what I felt at this moment but it was some combination of bitter jealousy and uncontrollable desire. I wanted so desperately to take the stranger's place, but some filthy part of me eagerly wanted to see more. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but at that moment I couldn’t have cared less.

Dave’s huge fingers worked at the strangers stretched hole and I heard a deep groan as a third finger joined the first two. This must have been too much for the man, pushing him over the edge as he tried to stifle a pleasured cry. Dave slurped hungrily and I pushed my face to the edge of the cubicle eager to see more.

A stray droplet of jizz splattered the floor just inches from my face, quickly followed by another and then, to my horror, the man turned away from Dave and for a few brief seconds; although in that moment those seconds could have been hours, Dace and I locked eyes. Multiple feelings crossed over Dave’s face from shock and panic and confusion before he realised it was me, at which point his tanned brow settled into a frown.

I couldn’t help but notice the thick white cum that still clung to his stubble as I pushed away from the edge of the cubicle and shakily settled on the bench, cock still throbbing in my hand, which was now soaked in precum.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Dave had caught me. I should never have followed him. This intimate moment between Dave and the stranger hadn’t been for me to see. I felt sick and ashamed and desperate and horny and confused all at once, and I was sure that I’d totally fucked up.

The door of Dave’s cubicle opened and light footsteps disappeared into the changing rooms. I swallowed hard, trapped, the cubicle around me a prison, the air got, heavy and stinking of sweat.

The door rattled in front of me. “Let me in,” Dave growled. I stood, still gripping my cock, and reached across to slide the lock open. Slowly, the door swung back and the bulk of Dave stepped inside, totally naked and cock throbbing just inches from me own. My arm involuntarily reached forward and my sweaty palm nervously slipped beneath Dave’s heavy, hairy balls. He inched forward towards me, the heat of his body radiating against me as his lips unexpectedly met mine.

I felt fresh precum leaking from my dick as his tongue explored mine, stubble burning my cheeks as both his hands reach around my body and grabbed my arse, pulling me into him and grinding our cocks together. I groaned into his mouth and he pulled his lips away and pushed his body harder against mine. Dave’s mouth tasted of cock and cum and I craved him more before I remembered the jizz still clinging to his face. My lips explored his rough cheek and quickly found the salty tang, my tongue practically lapping it up before Dave’s lips found mine again and he growled into my mouth, sharing the gift the stranger had left. What the hell was happening?!

I practically cried in surprise and delight as a fat finger suddenly circled my sweaty hole and eagerly pushed inside. I’d never experienced anything like it before, never had anything or anyone inside myself, and it was so much better than I ever expected. I found myself pushing backwards onto Dave’s finger, easing it deeper and then suddenly I felt a sensation like nothing I’d ever felt before.

Dave tapped gently on a sweet spot I’d never known existed until this very moment and my cock throbbed harder then ever, a river of precum dripping across Dave’s own leaking dick. A second finger joined the first and at the same time his lips left mine and Dave dropped to his knees, hot mouth enveloped my knob, fingers working magic I never knew was possible inside my arse.

My knees felt weak as his lips worked further down my dick, tongue dancing around my pulsing head as his mouth sealed firmly around the base of my shaft, nose buried in my trimmed, musky pubes.

I wanted Dave to stop, desperate to hold on to every second of this brief moment in time, certain it would never happen again and never wanting it to end.

His fingers pushed harder against that sweet spot and I felt myself lose control, my cum jetting down Dave’s throat as he slurped at my cock. I bit down hard on my lip in a desperate effort to hold back my load and stop myself groaning in pleasure, conscious that we were only separated from the rest of the world by a thin wooden partition.

Blast after blast of jizz erupted from my dick and I felt my knees buckled as I sagged backwards onto the bench, Dave’s meaty fingers slipping out of my arse as his mouth left my dick and moments later his wet, salty lips met mine, tongue pushing my own cum back into my mouth. In the heat of the moment I felt both disgusted and delighted. I’d tried my own cum before, and it had always made me gag, but tasting myself on Dave’s lips, swapping my load from his mouth to mine felt so fucking horny.

I felt his wet cock gently push against my hole and I twitched in delight, shakily reaching down to play with his balls and cautiously slipped a finger towards his own hairy arse. Dave wanked his thick cock as he gently pushed it against my hole and I explored his own hole, neither of us ever slipping inside one another as we continued to share the deep, passionate kiss. Slowly, Dave rose from the floor and hovered between my trembling legs, one strong arm resting on the wall behind me as the other continued to wank his veiny dick.

Dave grunted and I felt his heavy, hairy balls tighten as they brushed against my arm, my finger eagerly circling his clenched tight arse asI felt the first spray of his cum against my hole. He grunted again and my used hole twitched as a second and then third jet of hot, thick jizz joined the first and Dave’s mushroom head pressed harder against me.

I’d never bottomed, never taken a cock but at that moment I wanted all of Dave inside of me, wanted to push against his head until it was inside and his veiny shaft, slick with cum slid down to his thick red bush. I wanted all of him so badly, knowing the moment was about to come to an end, but never dared to push across that line. 

Dave panted into my mouth as his tugging hand slowed and slowly his lips left mine. I looked up at his dark face as he pulled up his shorts and then stepped away from my aching hole. He winked, pulling up his shorts before slipping out of the cubicle without another word, once again leaving me feeling used and alone…