My Best Friend's Dad Greg

Ever since my parents died in a car accident, I have been living in their house where I haven't changed much. It looks like a museum. I am twenty-four years old and I am a chemistry teacher in high school.

As always I have a dinner at the neighbor's. My best friend Sarah who is in her final year of college on the other side of the state asked me to take care of her widowed dad. I am two years older than Sarah and I decided to go to college closer to home so I never left my parents house.

I have blonde long shoulder-length hair that I generally wear in a ponytail. My eyes are almond brown and shaped. I have a small nose and a slender muscular body thanks to my morning jog. I have delicate pale skin which makes my cheeks blush easily, which I definitely hate.

I finished the dinner I had prepared for myself and Greg, Sarah’s dad, and set it on the table.

"Greg dinner is ready!" I shout and hear grumbling. Apparently something was going on on a TV. A game of course. I don't understand what the fuss all about to be honest. Only thing that's interesting to me are tight pants in which the footballers are running around the field. Greg came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I join him and we start to eat.

"So how was work today?" I ask Greg who is vacuuming dinner how much he is in a hurry to get back to the game.

"As usual. The brats are stupid because they are constantly sitting in front of computer screens and play video games. ” Greg growled in his deep masculine voice that attracted me so much. Greg normally teaches physical education at the same high school where I work, and he is also the coach of the schools football team. Greg had Sarah at seventeen so he is only fifteen years older than me.

He's so sexy. He has short black hair and beautiful blue eyes that when they look at you it seem as they see into your soul. A sharp nose that had been broken several times. Tanned skin I'd like to lick. He is muscular because he takes care of himself. Exercise for at least two hours a day. He has a five o clock shadow. Barrel chest and firm muscles.

"That's where I agree, that they stare at games too much, but again, not everyone can be like ..." I don't know how to finish the sentence.

"Stupid?" Greg smiled, revealing dimples.

"Maybe ..." I reply with a smile and return to my plate.

"How was your day?" He asked me between bites.

"Today, little Jamenson surprised me how well he knows chemistry."

"Really?"Greg asked surprised. I enthusiastically then describe to Greg how we worked on the experiment and how Jamenson excelled at it.

"It's interesting. A Punk like him is good at something. ” I rolled my eyes. I mean if his dad is in jail it doesn't have to mean he's a punk. The kid never had any problems.

"Just because he's Mark's son it doesn't mean he's a punk right away?"

"I didn't mean it like that ...." I stared into those piercing blue eyes and Greg looked away.

"You did think so... Don't lie. I don't know at moments like this... ”I broke off at the last minute. I almost said something that would surely ruin our friendship, and I can't live without him. Well, I love him. We're disagree on some things and some times he thinks really stupidly, but he’s good natured, generous, fun plus I’ve almost lived with him and Sarah for the last couple of years.

Greg watched me with his penetrating gaze and tried to penetrate my soul. I quickly finished dinner and got up and put a plate, fork and knife in the sink and started washing the dishes.

In a few moments Greg came up to me and placed his plate on the kitchen counter. He was so close to me that I could smell his masculine scent that had plagued me for years. He went to the fridge and took a beer and returned to the game in the living room.

I think he has suspected for some time that I am obsessed with him because sometimes he looks at me strangely. He knows I'm gay and he doesn't mind.

When I’m done with the dishes I take the apple juice and go to the living room where Greg is reclining on the couch and watches the game. He didn’t take his eyes off the TV when I walked in. On the table next to him is a can of beer and an ashtray.

I reach for the couch and sit on it and stare at the TV screen enjoying the view of the players ’buttocks in those tight uniforms. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Greg take a cigarette from the package and light it, inhaling the smoke.

The next thing I know, someone is calling to me from a dream. I open my eyes and realize that I have fallen asleep and seems to have laid my head in Greg's lap in my sleep. He must have panicked, but when I look at the TV. The game was over and when I came in it was the first half. Interesting. I sit on the couch and stare at Greg who is watching me seriously.

"I'm sorry ..." Greg got up and picked up a can of beer and an ashtray and took them to the kitchen to get rid of them.

"It's all right, Simon." He's frowning it means the game was really bad. Great tomorrow, both teachers and students will be targets for his anger. Who else but me is here to calm him.

I get up and follow him. I come into the kitchen and find him washing the ashtray.

"Greg, please don't do stupid things at school tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" He asked me without turning around. His voice was dangerous.

"Well, don't bully people." He threw the ashtray into the sink and turned to me with fire in his eyes. Anger simmered in them.

"They call those idiots players. I! I played better and they didn’t recruit me. Too rough. I mean, please, it's football, you have to be rough. " Greg nailed me to the wall. He looked me in the eye like a mad beast. He is so passionate when it comes to football. His chest rose and fell unevenly as if he were running a marathon. My dick twitched in my pants. His earthy scent drives me crazy.

"Um ..." I tried to think of something, but he interrupted me.

"Then how could I not be angry. It's not my fault that these idiots make me angry. I have to get rid of stress somehow or I'll break. " He even spat in my face as he yelled. It turned me on even more.

"I have to go ..." I'd better move now before I do anything stupid. Greg immediately squinted a little, but anger was still boiling inside him.

"I'm sorry ..." His gaze dropped to my bulge in my pants, and he coughed and looked up at me again. Our eyes met for a moment and I quickly ran out of the kitchen through the back door and ran to my house and locked myself in it as if the devil were chasing me.

If only I had been there a few more minutes. I think I would throw myself at Greg. Knelt between his legs and sucked his dick. That mustn't happen he's my best friend's dad He's hetero. It has now been confirmed to him that I am burning for him. Till now he must have only suspected. Now he knows.

It's been a few days since I've been around Greg. I'm avoid him a little. We have dinner and breakfast together in general, but not since that day. I can not. I mean when I got home that night I jerked off in the shower imagining him coming in the shower and bending me over and fucking me. No I can't be near him anymore. It's too painful. I can no longer deny my feelings for him.

I think it's time to install the grindr and find some guy to get Greg out of my system. It will be difficult.

I walk out of the classroom and Greg is leaning against the wall in front of it. He is wearing short blue shorts, thus revealing his hairy muscular legs. The shirt is sleeveless so it reveals his biceps. He has a whistle around his neck. Looks like he hasn't slept in a while. He looks tired.

"Hey Simon can we talk somewhere." He asked in his deep voice that my dick in tight jeans began to twitch.

"We can." I answer uncertainly and wait for the classroom to empty. My last chemistry class today was over so the classroom is empty and we can talk in it.

Greg came in behind me and closed the door and locked it. I lean back on my desk and wait watching him put his hands in his pockets with only his thumbs sticking out.

"Uh ... I really need a cigarette ..." He began staring at me wearily.

"Sorry ..." I say not knowing what else to say.

"Why are you avoiding me?" We ask looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his.

"Um ... I'm not avoiding you. I'm just busy. You know I'm overwhelmed with school and grading tests and that ..." We both knew I was shitting, because when I'm nervous I talk nonsense. I turn around and start cleaning the papers around the table when I suddenly feel him standing right behind me.

"Tell me the truth, Simon. Don't lie to me." I sigh and turn back to him and lower my head.

"I like you Greg ..."

"And I like you Simon ..." Greg says gently.

"You don't understand ... I look at you like a man with who I can be..." I say and Greg laughs and puts his finger under my chin and raises my head and our eyes meet.

"I look at you the same Simon." He says connects his rough lips to mine and kisses me gently. I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. When he separated from me he stared into my eyes with a smile on his face.

"You're straight ..." I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Yes I am, except when it comes to you. I mean I enjoy your company. I love the way you take care of me. You're fun, good natured. Fiery when you need to be and I can't deny you have a good ass." I looked at him and my eyes began to blur. My tears blurred them. Is it possible I have a chance with Greg. With my best friend's dad. With the epitome of masculinity.

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He welcomed me willingly, gripping me tightly around the waist with those calloused strong hands.

He opened his mouth immediately, ready to welcome me. His tongue greeted me in a dance we created ourselves. A special rhythm that was specific for us.

His earthy smell drove me crazy so my dick was hard as a rock. I pulled away from him and stood on the floor and saw him watching me with lust in his eyes.

"You're sure of this." I ask just in case one more time if I misunderstood something the first time.

"Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot the last few days and I realized I can't live without you in my life." He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close in his strong muscular body looking me straight in the eyes full of emotion.

"So what now?" I ask nervously running my manicured fingers over his magnificent chest hidden under that shirt, but barely hidden.

"I'm taking you on a date tonight. Dinner and movies?" Greg asked and I smiled contentedly.

"You won't mind, if they see you with a guy on a date." I ask uncertainly. I still can't believe my luck.

"Let them talk." I smile and hope it will be so without any problems.

"Okay." Greg looked at the watch on his hand and grunted.

"I'm late for training. I have to go." He says he kisses me quickly and disappears from the classroom.

Greg knocked on my door at eight that night. I was wearing tight black jeans that perfectly portrayed my firm butt and hips and creamy shirt. I let my hair loose so that it swayed freely.

I opened the door and saw Greg. He had worn-out jeans and a black T-shirt that fit perfectly to his chest. Just like jeans to his legs. He wore a black motorcycle leather jacket over his T-shirt. He looked H.O.T. He had just inhaled the last puff of cigarette smoke and extinguished it and tossed it in the trash can on the porch.

"You look perfect babe." He said and he kissed me penetrating my mouth with his tongue. He really knew how to kiss. He led me to the motorcycle Harley and handed me a helmet. He got on the beast and started it. Then I joined him and we rushed down the road. I leaned against his back and rested my head on his shoulder and sighed enjoying the perfect moment. I held tight around his waist and enjoyed the ride.

Dinner was actually at McDonalds. He knows what I love. Man after my Heart. Perfect for me.

We sat at the table and ate our burgers and talked. I found out how he met Elizabeth, Sarah’s mom. And how he persuaded her to give him a chance. Athlete and biker from the trailer park. He had to prove to her that he was worthy of her. He then told me what it was like to grow up with an alcoholic mother and without a father. I told him what it was like before they moved into the house next door. How we had problems with that old neighbor because nothing was right with him. Swing too high so he can't watch the birds. I mean.

I learned a lot more about him and fell in love with him even more. After dinner we were at the cinema watching some cheesy movie that we half the movie actually make out in the dark. Most of the movie I sat on his lap and rubbed against his bulge as he devoured me with kisses and kneaded my ass.

We barely got out of the cinema and that was embarrassing because our dicks were hard so we walked weirdly. We had to stop in front of the building until we calmed down so we could sit on the Harley. That's where the idea came to me.

"Let's go behind the building." I pull Greg by the arm and lead him into a dark alley, take a cigarette from his mouth and put it out on the concrete.

"Hey!" Greg grumbled, but not for long as I knelt on the concrete and unzipped his fly on his jeans and released his big fat dick.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it from root to head enjoying that salty taste of his. Greg sighed and put his fists on my shoulders. I unzipped my fly and freed myself and started jerking while I held him by the root with the other hand and slowly wrapped my lips around his head and started sucking him. I sucked his dick like a lollipop while Greg moaned with pleasure. I licked it and sucked with pleasure. It was salty but somehow sweet. Somehow it was his own taste. Its masculine smell and taste made me drunk.

"There babe!" He groaned as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I sucked harder and faster until Greg moaned and shivered and growled and filled my mouth with his cum. It turned me on so much that I came on the concrete in front of me and his military boots.

I got up and swallowed his cum when Greg saw that he growled and took me in his arms and kissed me hard.

Parking the bike in the garage we didn’t even realize Sarah had come home because we were preoccupied with each other.

When we got off the Harley Greg nailed me to the closed garage door and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue and fucked them with his talented mouth. He was also gentle but again rough.

"I meant to surprise you, but here you surprised me." Sarah's voice was a cold shower to us. I almost fell on my ass when Greg dropped me from his arms. We turned to Sarah who was smiling as if the sight of the two of us being scared is amusing to her.

"Sarah ..." Greg was as pale as a ghost. He obviously didn't know how Sarah would react or what was going through her head now. Honestly, I was terrified too. Has this relationship already doomed without actually starting.

"In the living room now!" Sarah said and turned on her heel and disappeared. I looked at Greg who was still looking at the place where Sarah had stood a few moments ago.

"Greg ..." I said his name uncertainly, and Greg just headed for the entrance to the house like a zombie and disappeared inside. I followed him and found Sarah sitting on the couch with her legs crossed looking at Greg with a serious look, but that look was the facade. That how much I know my best friend. She’s trying to hide a smile.

"Sarah ... I ..." Greg began, but Sarah interrupted him, looking him straight in the eyes.

"How long?" Greg looked at me uncertainly and frightened for the first time. I mean obviously he's afraid of losing his daughter. I understand him, I would probably be scared in his place too. He would probably choose a daughter instead of some guy. I think I love him, but Sarah is his daughter.

"Um ... Just a few days ..." Greg said, standing uncertainly in front of Sarah. She now leaned back on the couch and sighed.

"Finally!" Greg and I looked at her confused and I finally found my voice.

"What?" Greg and I looked at each other confused. I can see Greg's color coming back.

"Let me see. You're in love with my dad... I don't know since when... Always probably, and you dad started watching Simon like he watched you. Simon may have been blind to see it because he tried to hide his feelings, but you're obviously figured it all out when you've obviously been on a date now. " We both stared at her in disbelief.

"You don't mind ..." Greg began, and Sarah interrupted.

"Of course I don't mind, but Simon, if you hurt my dad, you're dead. The same goes for you, Dad. And I won't call you dad, Simon. I mean, sleep in Simon's house. The walls in here are thin."

Greg grabbed my hand and squeezed it and smiled a mischievous smile.

"We haven't gotten to that yet, and we could ...." Sarah jumped to her feet with her eyes wide open.

"Too much information, Dad! Too much information! Now, Simon, Dad, I'm going to see some other people because if I stay here with you, I'll just trow up from your cuteness. Bye!" Sarah said and disappeared from the living room. In a few minutes we heard the front door open and close. We were left alone in the house.

"This was interesting ..." Greg said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Yes ..." was all I could say before Greg attacked my mouth and pulled me close. Sighing in surprise, I let him into my mouth. He caressed my tongue with his gently from the beginning and then strongly. I felt him being hard just as he could feel my dick being hard as a rock. After we parted to catch our breath I knelt without taking my eyes off his and slowly unzipped his fly on his jeans and lowered them to his knees and then lowered my gaze to the tent in his boxes.

I released his monster and licked the head with my tongue. I teased him at which Greg shuddered and sighed loudly. The pleasure I was giving him so turned me on that I was uncomfortable in my jeans.

I licked his dick from head to the root and swallowed one testicle and gave it attention by sucking and massaging it gently. Then I gave the same attention to the other testicle. Licking it. His balls were hairy, and beautiful. Then I slowly climbed up to his head with my tongue again and swallowed his whole dick to the root looking at his face. His face was red and in the ecstasy I was giving him.

I sucked his dick and licked it with a gusto. Enjoying the sounds Greg produced.

"Stop." He growled and pulled me to my feet. I was confused until Greg knelt between my legs. I groaned.

"Are you sure."

"Yes, I want to give the man I love the pleasure he gave me. I'm definitely sure." After the word love I heard nothing. Greg unzipped the fly and struggled to take off my tight jeans thus freeing my dick. He grabbed it with his fist uncertainly. He pulled a couple of times and looked at my face. "I don't know what to do ..." He sounded uncertain for the first time about sex.

"Just do what you love that someone does to you and watch your teeth." I said gently and Greg kissed my cockhead with his rough cracked lips which made me shiver and struggled to stand on my feet. Then he swallowed my head and started sucking my dick. He sucked so gently trying uncertainly.

"So Good!" I sighed and ran my fingers over his black hair. My encouragement encouraged him and he started sucking my dick more surely. His warm mouth fit perfectly around my dick. I could feel his warm breath on my dick. He wrapped his arms around my buttocks and parted them and teased my hole with his finger as he sucked my dick.

I moaned enjoying his actions. He pulled his mouth from my dick and moistened his finger which teased my hole looking straight into my eyes. In his eyes I saw a flame of lust and passion.

He put his mouth back on my dick and continued to suck it as he began to penetrate my hole with one finger. The muscles of my anus stretched around his finger. He penetrated me so gently from the start. Then all the rougher and faster.

The first finger was joined by the second spreading me and preparing for his dick. I held on, for his shoulders so as not to collapse with pleasure on the floor. My balls stiffened.

"I need you inside me or I'm going to explode." Greg stood up and I bend over on the couch so I squirmed. Greg groaned and ran to his bedroom and returned in a minute with a bottle of lubricant.

"Hell, I don't have a condom." I smiled at him.

"I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in two years. Ever since you got alone." He growled and opened a bottle of lubricant and put quite a bit on his big fat dick.

"I haven't been with anyone in two years either. Since Elizabeth died." He said hoarsely putting a lubricant with his finger on my anus teasing me.

"I love you Greg." I said as Greg adjusted his dick on my opening. He grabbed me by the hip with one hand and guided his dick with the other.

"I love you too babe." He said penetrating me. Expanding my anus muscles with his size. I groaned for a moment in pain at which Greg stopped only his cockhead in me.

"Don't stop!" I groaned clenching my fists on the the couch.

"I do not want to hurt you." Concern was heard in Greg's voice.

"You'll hurt me if you stop. It was a pleasant pain. Trust me." I said through clenched teeth.

Greg continued to slowly enter me. Until he was in completely and joined his hips to my buttocks. I got up a little and took off my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. I turned my head behind me and saw Greg unbutton his shirt looking at me with a glowing look of desire. He revealed his hairy chest and belly. He was perfect. With not a ounce of fat. The shoulders and the chest were wide. His muscles flexed as he took off his shirt then leaned over and joined our lips in a passionate kiss. Covering my back with his hairy chest. He was enchanting.

After we parted our lips I realized that the pain had grown into pleasure and I smiled and started moving. He growled and grabbed me with both hands around my waist and stopped me and started slowly pulling his dick out of me and abruptly thrusting it again in.

"So tight Babe." He groaned, pounding into me. I throw back my head in pleasure. Moaning and begging for more.

"Harder Greg! Faster!" Greg obeyed and pushed harder into me. He fucked me like the beast he is. I indulged in the pleasure he gave me. He possessed me with his every move. He lifted his leg onto the couch and changed the angle of the thrust thus finding my prostate.

I screamed in ecstasy and climaxed on the couch in an instant without touching myself.

"What the hell was that?" Greg growled. I turned my glance towards him seeing him looking at me with passion.

"Prostate." I groaned and felt my anus muscles tighten around his cock pushing him to orgasm. He started pounding in me in an uneven rhythm and in a moment he growled so loudly that I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear him. I felt him fill me with his cum. He fell on me, knocking us down on the couch. We were both breathing hard. Trying to catch our breath.

Greg kissed my neck, biting it hard. Leaving a sure hickey on it. I didn't mind. He pulled out of me and I felt his sperm leak out.

I laughed throatily.

"Sarah will strangle us."

"Why?" Greg sounded confused.

"The couch is full of semen and sweat." Greg joined in my laughter.

"Tomorrow we buy a new one even though I would put this one in a museum because it will remind me where I had the best sex of my life with the love of my life." I melted at his words. My life will no longer be lonely and boring. As long as I have Greg with me.

Fifteen years later

I sit at a desk in Greg's office while he yells in the locker room at the players who lost another game tonight.

We have been together for fifteen years, and of those fifteen we have been married for eight. I love him unconditionally, as he loves me. I mean at twenty-eight I became a grandfather. Of course I love him. Sarah married Greg’s friend and assistant coach and they have three kids and we are all one happy family.

Except when he loses football game then Greg is a beast to everyone. He’s too passionate, and I love that because then he’s especially fierce in bed too.

"Fucking kids!" I hear Greg before he walks into the office. Open the door and stands frozen on the spot because I'm completely naked with a butt plug in my ass. Ready for his wrath. Ready to tame the beast. Greg hasn’t changed much yet he is muscular and a little soft belly due to age. His hair is gray with black traces, and his five o clock shadow is still black almost completely with a gray in traces, as are his hairy chest and belly.

He quickly closes and locks the door and lowers his shorts with the furious look he aimed at me.

"What I love when you lose the game then you're a particularly fierce honey." Greg growled and took the butt plug out of me and took the lubricant that was next to me on the table and prepared for my hole.

"Shut up. I just don't need you to talk right now." He grabbed me by the waist and slammed into me abruptly without taking his grim gaze off mine. I slipped my hands under his school-colored T-shirt and grabbed his nipples roughly. He groaned and began to move inside me roughly and fiercely from the start. The whistle around his neck bounced around his neck. He fucked me so hard that the table moved on the floor. It hit the wall constantly. Yes he is in his fifties, but he is still as vital and viral as before.

"They don't fucking listen to what's being shouted at them!" He grumbled as he pounded into me. Fucking me like crazy, I just smiled because I loved it when he is so passionate. I dug my manicured nails into his biceps so he rolled his eyes and completely forgot about the game they lost. He growled and throwed back his head and came inside me. That scene of him enjoying ecstasy made me cum on my belly too.

"I fucking needed this. How I love it when you know what I need babe." He finally smiled and connected our lips.

"I know." I laughed as we parted to catch our breath.

"We need a shower." He said pulling his dick out of me.

"When the locker room gets empty." Greg growled, throwing himself in his chair.

The End