Adam's Dad

Have you ever wanted somebody so much that it consumes your every waking moment? Every thought you have involves them. Every dream, every fantasy, every minute of every day. All of it is filled with him, and there's not a single thing you can do about it?

I spent my days wondering how I could get closer to him. Wondering if there was some way that I could convince him to feel for me, the same way as I felt for him. It was infuriating, because as much as I was obsessed with him, he hardly knew I existed.

You might think I'm talking about some hot college jock, or some beefy gym bro, but the person whom I was so madly fascinated with, was my best friend's father.

Tom was everything I could ever want in a man. He was handsome, rugged, and as masculine as one would expect a man like him to be. He had stubble around his sharp jawline, which was beginning to turn grey in places. His jet black hair was also showing signs of his forty years, but all of that only made me want him more.

Adam had no idea, of course. In fact, Adam was still convinced that I was straight, and that's exactly how I wanted it to stay. I would never do anything to risk not being able to see Tom again, but up until that point, just seeing him was all I could do.

We played soccer every Saturday morning, and Adam lived closer to the soccer fields so I stayed over in his almost every Friday night. It had become something of a routine, and I enjoyed it for many reasons.

Tom and his wife didn't like each other, and anybody with a set of eyes could see that from a mile away. Adam told me about it a few times, but he didn't like to discuss it too often. They almost always slept in separate bedrooms, and from what I could tell, she treated him like shit, anyway.

I'd just turned eighteen, and Adam was a couple months older than me, so we still had to use fake ID's to get beer. His dad knew what we were doing, but he never said anything to us as long as we stayed up in Adam's room.

Neither of us were particularly seasoned drinkers, so it didn't take long before the two of us passed out on Adam's bed. Usually, that was how our Friday night would end, but something woke me that night, and I'll forever be thankful that it did.

It was late, and the house was silent. My mouth was dry from the beers, and my head was already pounding, so I got up from the bed as quietly as I could and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.

It felt strange to walk around Adam's house alone at night. It felt like I was intruding, but I was too parched to care. I tip toed downstairs, walked through the hallway, and stopped dead outside the living room door.

The door itself had two glass panels in it, so I didn't even need to open it to see what was going on. Tom sat on the armchair with a beer bottle on the table next to him. His pants were around his ankles, and in his hand, a large, greasy cock with a glistening purple helmet.

I gawped at it. My own five inch cock became stiff immediately, and my mouth watered as Tom pumped his rod and stared at the television.

I didn't want to take my eyes off the wonderful sight, but I stole a glance at the screen and my eyes widened even further. I had expected some old school, retro porn from the eighties. Something soft, and boring, but what I saw, shocked even me.

A young woman was crawling on her hands and knees. She was naked of course, but that wasn't the most alarming part. She had a hook over her head which held her nostrils back so she looked like a pig. Her face was covered in sperm, and the man next to her, who was also naked and sporting a huge boner, slapped her repeatedly across the face. He crouched down, spat in her face, and began to thunder-fuck the shit out of her throat.

Tom watched eagerly as the graphic, BDSM style scene unfolded. More men entered the frame, and cocks of all shapes and sizes were rammed into the woman as she whimpered and drooled. I'd never seen anything as kinky in my life, but I was violently aroused.

I wasn't even remotely interested in women, but knowing how depraved Tom was made me leak into my underpants. I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to consider how best to go about this. I hurried to the kitchen, quietly got some water, and, with my heart racing, returned to the door.

Either Tom was going to explode in a fit of rage, or this was about to be the best night of my life. Either way, I couldn't not try to seduce the man of my dreams.

"Hey Tom" I said, knocking quickly and pushing open the door.

I'd never been the most confident person, and this was certainly unlike anything I'd ever done before, but the alcohol from earlier had given me some courage, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me.

Tom scrambled with his pants, and knocked his beer onto the floor in the process. He dragged his underwear up, punched the remote control until the television went blank, and then glared at me with fire in his eyes.

"Jesus Christ, Noah!" He snapped, still trying to get his pants up, "I thought you were both in bed!"

"I... I was" I gulped, "I'm real sorry, Tom. I... I was just coming down for some water and I um... I just wanted to say goodnight".

"Goodnight?" He spat, looking furious, and I was beginning to think that I'd made a terrible mistake.

Tom calmed down after a moment and rubbed his head. Even that was hot. He walked by me and into the kitchen, and returned a moment later with paper towels.

"I can clean that" I told him, as he began to mop up the beer, but he ignored me and continued.

"Goodnight, Noah" he said, sharply, and dumped the wet towels into my hand. "Take those to the bin on your way to bed".

The man turned and walked back across the room, and without thinking about the next thing that would come from my mouth, I spoke, and Tom gawped at me.

"I saw what you were watching" I told him, my voice shaking, "I like that, too".

His eyes were wide with confusion, and then slowly, they narrowed. His jaw tensed, his nostrils flared, and I was almost certain that he was going to get mad again.

"Go to bed, Noah" he said sternly, "and forget about what you saw tonight".

I remained in place. I don't know why I didn't just listen to the man. It was his house after all, but something told me to keep pressing.

"What if I don't?" I asked, placing the wet towels back on the table. "What if I can't?"

Tom looked up at the ceiling and shook his head before wiping his hand over his mouth. I imagined the stench of his own wet cock on his palm, and wished that it was my mouth that he was covering.

"Are you drunk, Noah?" He asked, eyeing me seriously, "is that what this is?".

I had to chose my words carefully. I needed this man to understand that I wanted to be the woman in the video for him. I wanted him to use and abuse me the way they'd done it to her. I needed it.

"No" I said quietly, "I'm not drunk, Tom".

He watched me closely as I walked towards him. I'd know in just a moment if Tom was picking up what I was putting down. I expected a slap in the face, or to be escorted roughly out the front door, but when I stood inches away from him, looking up as he looked down, I knew that I'd been right.

"I want to be like the girl in the video".

His perfect face remained stone like as he stared at me. He had a good poker face, I'll give him that. I looked into his dark eyes, and waited for him to respond, and when he didn't, I reached for the buttons on his shirt.

"Don't" he said, and his voice was low and powerful. I stopped mid way, and lowered my head.

"I have a wife, Noah" he said, "whatever it is you're feeling, is perfectly normal, but I'm not the one you want to do this with".

"You are" I told him, feeling stupid and embarrassed.

I turned on my heel and hurried toward the door, and was stopped in my tracks by his strong hand on my shoulder. He spun me back around and took me by the chin.

"You wouldn't be able for me, boy".

My breath froze in my throat. Was he playing with me? Was he trying to humiliate me even further? His strong thumb pulled my chin down until my mouth opened, and I finally let out the breath.

Tom's lip curled to a wry smile. He moved his thumb further up, pulling on my lower lip and rubbing his fingertip back and forth as my cock sprung to life in my pants.

"Does Adam know about you?" He whispered, exposing my bottom teeth as I shook my head. "Does anybody?" I shook my head again and Tom dragged me closer to him.

I could smell the beer from his breath, but I could also smell the intoxicating scent of him. Sweat, musk, a hint of cologne. It was a delicious cocktail of fragrances that I wanted to inhale deeply.

"You're very cute, Noah" he told me, sliding his finger across my cheek, "but you're young enough to be my son".

He let me go and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but no".

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me" I blurted, desperation now taking over as my cock ached and my hole clenched. "Anything, Tom, anything you say, I'll do".

He massaged his temples, and shook his head again.

"You're the same age as Adam" he said, more to himself than me, "it's not right".

"Who cares?! I won't tell anybody. It'll be our little secret".

"Don't say that" he warned, "this can't happen. You need to go to bed, now".

I was running out of options. It was clear that Tom wanted this, but I still had to push him over the line. I took a deep breath as he sat back down and looked at me, and then I did something I never thought I'd do.

I peeled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it onto the floor next to me. I was lean, slender and completely smooth, and Tom's eyes trailed me from head to toe.

"You're teasing me now, Noah" he said, breathing deeply, "that's not a good idea".

"Oh yeah?" I whispered, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my pants, "what are you gonna' do about it, daddy?"

He shook his head again as I slowly slid my pants down my legs. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes darted to my skin tight briefs, and he held his chin.

"Are you gonna spank me, daddy?" I asked, my voice seductive as I shuffled around to reveal my plump bubble butt, "are you going to punish me, daddy?"

"Stop it, Noah"

"Are you going to treat me like a naughty little whore, daddy?"

The man was on his feet in seconds. For a guy of his size, he moved with surprising speed, and before I had a chance to blink, I was pinned against the wall with my pants around my ankles.

Tom's stubbled cheek rubbed hard against mine as he inhaled my scent into his lungs. He held me in place by my throat, but he wasn't choking me, not yet, anyway.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to play with fire?" He growled, holding me tight, "don't you know what happens when you play with fire, boy?"

I held his wrist, but couldn't even get my fingers around it. I was breathless, and hard.

"You get burned" he slithered.

His teeth clasped around my earlobe, but he didn't bite hard. Just enough to make me wince and suck air through my teeth.

"What if I want to get burned, daddy?" I whimpered, feeling his bulge against my stomach.

Before Tom could answer me, the floorboards above creaked, and Adam opened his bedroom door. Tom stepped back quickly, grabbed my t-shirt and threw it at me, and I just managed to dress before my best friend appeared.

"What's going on?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "I thought I heard something".

"Nothing, son" Tom smiled, wiping his forehead, "your friend here was just getting a drink of water, isn't the right, Noah?"

I stared into the man's serious eyes. He raised a brow, quietly demanding that I play along, and I smiled at him.

"Yeah" I said, "just getting some water".

Adam nodded and yawned again before leaving the room. "Are you coming?" He asked me, and I followed him, but not before looking back at Tom.

"Next time" he mouthed, and my cock stiffened again.