drakestories: I’d sucked off my best friend’s dad. Mr. Dorman was in fact the man of m

drakestories:

I’d sucked off my best friend’s dad. Mr. Dorman was in fact the man of my dreams. Strong, muscular and fit for his 40-some years, he looked awesome in his business casual attire he wore to work or the sweats and T-shirts he wore around the house when i’d go over to visit my bud Tyler.

It was on one of those visits, a sleepover, that I felt this vibe between me and Mr. D. i brushed it off at first, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, parched, I went to the kitchen and almost bumped into my lust object. He was nude from the waist up, his smooth chest a contrast from his bearded face and hairy arms.

“Can’t sleep Dave?” he asked, patting me on the shoulder.

I boned up at his touch. “No, sir,” I replied.

He squeezed my shoulder as if he were about to let go but didn’t. “You’ve been putting on a lot of muscle this year,” he said, more quietly.

“Yes, sir. For football. Coach has me on a plan.”

His hands were now tracing the contours of my deltoid muscle and I knew then that this was not how most fathers interacted with their sons’ best friends. Tentatively, my hand ventured out until it touched his abdomen. Rock hard, sculpted, DILF muscle.

“Oh fuck,” Mr. D hissed. “That’s nice, Dave.”

Encouraged I explored more, touching him, running my hand along his body. Mr. D stepped closer, bringing our bodies into contact and his face to mine. That first kiss was electric, everything I could have dreamed. When he broke off he was nearly hyperventilating in lust.

“I’m so horny right now, Dave. You can tell me no, but I’d love to have you suck me.”

I met him in a brief peck. “Yes, sir,” I said and knelt down on my haunches. It was my first time blowing a guy but I gave it my all. I must have done OK because within a few minutes Mr. D was blowing his jizz into my mouth and throat. It was awesome.

The next time over was a repeat and we were both anticipating it, waiting for Tyler and Mrs. D to fall asleep. I was even better this time.

After the third time, Mr. D said we couldn’t do it any more. “You’re so good Dave, but I gotta keep my head about me.”

I was disappointed but understood. I even went over to Tyler’s less, trying to keep my distance. I couldn’t help myself though, when I saw that Mr. Dorman was going to be in a charity boot camp obstacle course race. There were a ton of hot men running the course, shirtless and sweating, but my attention of course was on Mr D. The second time he passed by he noticed me, then the third. His eyes locking on mine through the group of onlookers. His eyes questioning what I was doing there. I responded with a loud cheer, urging him on. He’d shake off his disbelief, crack a little smile and push back through.

I didn’t know if I should hang around after the race, but I was enjoying seeing the older men half nude and muscles pumped. I was getting lost in scoping out one daddy type when I felt a hand on my shoulder. A familiar squeeze. Mr. D of course.

“You didn’t have to come out Dave,” he said.

I shuffled a little, now nervous at what he thought, if I’d stepped over a line. “I wanted to support you, Mr. D.”

The man looked like he was going to admonish me, but instead, he just said. “Well thanks.” He leaned in toward me, whispering. “I’ve been meaning to talk. I think I was a little too abrupt with you a few weeks ago.”

“Nah, sir, that’s all…” I started but was interrupted. Mr. D hadn’t finished.

“I, um, kind of miss the thing we were doing. Not to pressure you, Dave, but if you ever wanna.”

I was my turn to interrupt. “I’d be thrilled to, Mr. D.”

That made the man smile big, and relax. God, he looked so good standing there, shirtless, I could have gone down on him right then and there.

He must have been having the same thought. “Maybe we can go somewhere private now, you and me?”

I nodded.