As I walked uneasily down the dark hall on my way to pee, I briefly saw him through the open bedroom door. My friend’s dad Tony was sitting on his king size bed with his shirt off, his back against the headrest. The TV’s soft glow lit up the room revealing his well-built hairy chest and the large tattoos that covered his body. After relieving myself in the guest bathroom, I walked back down the dark hallway towards the couch, and just when I was about to pass his room again I heard him call my name.
Travis and his father Tony had lived down the street from me since the summer before 8th grade. When we were kids, Travis and I were both into riding bikes and camping in our back yards, we would play outside almost every day until it was time to go home. Travis’s dad Tony was a manly man, and he always dressed the part, wearing blue jeans and a tight white tank top shirts adorned with thin gold chains that hung around his neck. He stood about 6’ tall and he had jet black hair and a black Italian goatee to match. He was always with a new woman and never home for very long. As the years went by, Travis and I started hanging out at his house when his dad was gone to drink beers and watch football games. By the 10th grade Travis dad would sometimes hang out with us. Supplying us with beers while we sat on the couch watching whatever seasonal sport was on at the time.
Travis was an Italian stud like his dad, growing facial hair before the rest of us, he was into sports and girls. He had showed me my first Playboy magazine and gave me my first cigarette. Compared to Travis I was quite the opposite, standing a bit shorter and paler, I was always a baby-faced pale kid with a slim build and a bubble butt, I had joined theatre and played soccer instead of the football, and Travis and I grew apart during the last few years of school.
Since recently graduating high school Travis and I had begun to hang out again. One afternoon while sitting on his couch to avoid the scorching heat outside Tony had asked us if we wanted to go to REO Speedwagon concert that weekend. Travis and I both looked at each other and shrugged “why not”. We were both ready for anything to break the monotony.
That next Saturday we all rode in Tonys red Bronco to the stadium. After finding our seats and watching the opening act Travis took a call from his girlfriend and then disappeared. Tony and I watched the rest of concert while sitting next to each other drinking several overpriced beers and cheering on the band during the big hits. As the show came to an end we decided to bail Just before the finale and the traffic got bad. On the way home Travis sent a text me saying his girlfriend had picked him up from the concert and he would catch us later that night.
When we got back to the house, Tony and I drank a few more beers as well as a few shots of Jack Daniels while sitting in the living room. Tony reminisced about the good old days, telling me about all the concerts he had been to and all the fun he had had at my age.
After it became apparent that Travis would probably be staying at his girlfriends, Tony said he was calling it a night and that I could stay on the couch if I didn’t want to drive home. I graciously accepted his offer as I was pretty drunk, and I took a blanket and spread out on the couch to watch the rest of an old action movie that had been playing. When I walked by Tonys bedroom that later that night, I would have never in a million years guessed what was about to happen next.
I heard him call my name a second time as I approached the bedroom door, and I sheepishly peeked into the room in response “Hey, grab me a beer will you?” he said holding his hand up. For the first time I was seeing him in a completely different light. His shirt was off, and all his muscles were showing, his sexiness all lit up in the soft light. I tried to suppress the thoughts running through my drunk head as I went to the fridge to grab us a few more beers. He was my childhood friend’s dad and there was no way he was thinking of anything other than drinking another cold one before bed. I walked back down the dark hall and entered his bedroom handing him a beer from the edge of the bed.
He gratefully took the cold beer can from me and patted the bed “Come on in and stay awhile” he said grinning at me. I was not wearing a shirt myself and I started to feel self-conscious, but I politely sat down on the bed just enough to keep my feet on the bedframe. We both popped the cans open, and he said “Cheers” and I raised my beer and took a big drink. The big flat screen played rerun of that days ESPN coverage, and I eventually sat my beer can down on the nightstand and sat back to get more comfortable, putting both my legs on the bed while uncontrollably thinking about the implications of being drunk and alone with my childhood friends dad.
After a while I felt him looking me over as I lay there next to him, my shirt off and my short shorts on trying to look casual. I glanced back at him, his hairy tattooed arm right next to me, his muscles pronounced, his gut looking solid with a perfect trail of hair covering it. I smiled when he broke the silence and said, “Go grab that bottle will you?” “Let’s do it” I said, jumping up eagerly to walk into the dark living room to grab the Jack Daniels bottle from the coffee table. When I came back into the bedroom, he had removed his jeans and was now sitting up in his tight white underwear revealing quite the bulge. I instinctively closed the door and stood there glaring at his body in disbelief as I handed him the Whiskey.
He took a big swig directly from the bottle and said “Come on in here” patting the bed next to him. I nervously sat back down, my back against the headrest, my feet up on the bed assuming my former place next to him. He handed the bottle back to me and I took a big drink making the ‘that’s strong whiskey’ heavy breathing sound through my teeth. “That’s it, drink up” he said. He looked at me with smile “You think you could help me with something?” He said looking over at me while he rubbed his crotch.
“Sure” I replied setting the bottle down and turning towards him with a sheepish look, butterflies and booze in my stomach, my head all ablaze. I really got the hint when he continued to rub it and looked over at me expectantly “It’s sure hot in here” he said. After a few minutes of hesitation, I anxiously reached over to touch it, feeling it through his underwear. When I did, he scooted over closer to me and whispered, “Yeah that’s it”. As I started to rub it through his underwear, I felt it swelled up in my small hand and it nearly came out on its own looking to be at least nine inches long and thick as a brick. I was seriously so hard I nearly burst through my shorts when I felt it. I excitedly reached down to pull my shorts and underwear off and discard them off the side of the bed.
“What if Travis comes home?” I said timidly as I reached back over to feel his massive member again, now using my right hand while bending over naked and on my hands and knees to get a closer look. “Oh, he won’t be back tonight, I made sure of it” he said while he took his underwear off, his big ass dick flopping out, his hairy crotch and stomach looking like a dream. He sat back and held it there for me and I leaned in to lick his massive head until he relinquished it to me, sitting back with his arms behind his head groaning as I took a hold of it and began to suck on it, slowly at first.
It was so big I couldn’t believe it. I began choking on it, gagging and moaning while he held the back of my head and whispered, “That’s it, suck my dick Jesse!” I started feeling his hairy chest and belly as I was asphyxiated by his girth, completely in disbelief the whole time. I had never thought that I would be naked in my friends’ dads bed giving him head like it was the end of the world. He reached over and started to feel my thigh as I crouched naked next to him performing all the techniques with my mouth and hands that ’d learned from the few other older men I had been with that summer. “It’s so big!” I said coming up for air, feeling his hands on my ass.
He shifted away from me a bit and he took a bottle of massage oil from the bedside table. When he moved back, I regained my hold on his now fully erect banger of a dick and hungrily resumed my performance, going at it with my tongue while he poured a bit of oil in his hand and extended his arm around me. I felt his big strong manly hand cup my tender buns, and big rough finger probed my burning hot little hole. I gasp “Oh my God!” pausing for a moment with his big dick in my young delicate hand when he put his fingers in me forcefully. I looked back at my ass being molested and then back up at him shocked, my face flush, drool dripping down my cheeks “Oh Tony please you can’t do that!” I said timidly as he tugged on my buns with his finger in my hole jerking my young little round ass closer to him.
I turned my ass to him and turned to lay on my knees in the fetal position, letting him finger me and fondle me while he feverishly stroked himself with his other hand. “Oh Fuck Tony!” I repeated as he got up on his knees behind me and put his massive dick against my hole. I reached under myself masturbated wildly as he ferociously penetrated me making me scream out his name louder. “Fuck yeah!” He said as he worked it in me “Fuck me with that big cock Tony!” I said attempting muffle myself into the bed sheets when I felt it go all the way in, his hips thrusting behind me, his thighs slapping against my bouncing bubble butt. It was a total overload, and I nearly blacked out from the ecstasy and pain.
He got up on his feet and crouched behind me, lifting my hips with his big hands while he pounded my little teen ass like a freight train from above. After several minutes of him pounding my as with a slapping rhythm, the sex got so intense that I felt myself start to ejaculate “Oh fuck Tony!” I cried out, moaning with shuttering elation as he drew his massive cock out of me and exploded all over my back. I turned around as he lied back, sitting up his forearms and opening his legs for me to go down once more to gobble up the remaining cum from now burdensome erect cock. I felt my back dripping with cum that ran down my ass crack and legs as I excitedly sucked on it some more until he relented and pushed me away. I was a hungry whore and I once I get started, I can never get enough. I could have gone for round two, but I was sure he was worn out.
When we both got up, we took another swig of the bottle and went into the shower to wash off. He went in first briefly rinsing off and then I took my turn. He handed me a towel and whispered, “Now go back to the couch and I’ll see you in the morning”. We both put on our underwear, and I dizzily snuck back to the couch and threw the blanket over my shivering body just in time to hear Travis clumsily opening the front door.
When I woke up the next day I casually got my clothes on and left through the front door and drove home thinking about the night before. Was it all a dream? My sore ass didn't seem to think so. I guess I'll have to wait for another chance to get Tony drunk and alone because that was definitely one of the hottest encounters I'd ever had and it just happened to be with my childhood friends dad.
