My Best Friends Horny Dad

I was nineteen at the time, a mind full of sexual situations, but not very experienced in any. As usual on the weekend I was having a kick about with a football with a group of lads and my best friend Ricky. Ricky's dad, a 49-year-old tall, good-looking guy always came along, too, to give us a bit of support with some of the other dads. Anyway, this particular Saturday afternoon I happened to fall and hurt my knee stopping the match in its tracks. Ricky's dad came to my rescue as he had experience with sports massage and he was happy to get me to his house, close to the pitch, and hopefully get me walking again. The match continued without me, with Ricky taking my place as centre forward. With Alan (Ricky's dad) holding me around the waist and me holding on to his shoulders, I was able to hobble to the house. I could not help but notice how warm Alan's body felt against mine as he helped me along, but tried to concentrate on the pain.

At the house Alan got me onto the sofa and tried to assess the damage to my knee. "Think you need to get your shorts off, lad, as your thigh looks a little bruised to me, too," said Alan, rubbing my knee. I eased down my shorts, exposing my tight-fitting briefs and felt a little embarrassed, but Alan just began massaging my knee in a professional manner.

"Is that easing any?" he asked.

I had to admit that it felt a little better, and so his hands went onto my thigh and he began deep massaging the muscle there.

"Does that hurt?" he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

He had the most hypnotic brown eyes and I felt completely at ease with him, maybe because he had a moustache like my own dad. I noticed him staring at my bulge as he worked his fingers into my thigh and then he looked me straight in the eyes again.

"Does that feel good lad?" he asked.

All I could do was mumble yes and try and stop my cock from stiffening up.

"Bet this feels better," he said brushing his hand gently over my bulge. I was so nervous but wanted him to touch me again which he did only this time he stroked slower making my dick get stiffer and stiffer.

"I'm not sure you should be doing this to me, Mr. Jackson," I said very weekly.
"Feels good, doesn't it lad?" he said.
"Yes," I said; "It does."
"Well, if it feels good, then it can't be bad, can it, lad?” said Alan.

I nodded and he then began to stroke my bulge with some determination, his eyes again staring directly into mine.
"This will be our own little secret, you mustn't tell Ricky," he said, his hand now gripping my bulge. I could hardly speak, my throat was so dry and my heart was pounding so hard.

"I'm so nervous, Mr. Jackson," I said
"Don't be; it's all good son, nobody will know, nobody's going to disturb us. Ricky won't be back for ages and my wife's away."
"But........" I started to say, but he leaned forward and started kissing me, his eyes mesmerizing me, his tongue darting into my mouth and his fingers still stroking my straining bulge. He continued to squeeze and then slipped his fingers under my waistband and found my throbbing cock.

"Nice big cock, lad. Feels really nice," he said.
"But............."
"Ssh! Just let it happen."

He pulled my underpants down and my prick sprang up like a jack in the box.

"What are you doing to me ,Mr. Jackson?" I said.
"I'm making you feel really good, lad — that's all," was his reply.
"Wooah! There! That is one lovely cock, lad," and before I could answer he was licking the underside of my shaft with his hot tongue.
"You like that don't you lad? Bet your leg isn't aching now is it?"

He took my uncut knob into his hot mouth and my prick just jumped. Inch by inch he fed my prick in until his moustache and my pubic hair were mingling and my dick was down his throat. He swallowed my cock again and again each time pulling right out of his mouth and then feeding it down his hot throat again. He held my balls, pushing them tight against my shaft and swallowed my cock again. I was close to cumming as it felt so fucking good.

"Oh! Mr. Jackson! You'll get me off in a moment," I said breathing hard, my chest heaving up and down and my legs stretching.
"Not yet," he said; "We've plenty of time yet" and with that he squeezed my knob really hard and the need to cum waned.

He leaned back away from me and began to unzip his own pants.

"Do you want to see my cock lad?" he asked.

I just nodded, my mouth still dry and my voice unable to be found.
He pulled his cock out, it was incredibly stiff and thick and almost twice the size of mine. My eyes must have widened in amazement as he stood up in front of me waving his prick inches from my mouth.

"Suck it, lad, you know you want to."
Nervously and slowly I took his cock into my mouth, it felt hot and I liked it immediately. Soon I was sucking on it hard my hands delving into his pants to feel his balls. I was pleased that I had him moaning and delighted when he suggested that we go into a sixty nine so that we could suck each other. I was underneath and he was on top when we began to suck one another. I could not believe what was happening, I was actually gobbling my best friend's dad's cock! The cock that actually spurted the cum that helped make him! It didn't matter to me really as the mature prick tasted so sweet, if it had spurted in my mouth I wouldn't have cared.

Hairy balls rested on my nose as I continued to slurp on the big dick. My own cock was getting a right sucking as well travelling down a hot throat again and again. More excitement was to come, though, and was unable to protest when he slipped a finger into my arsehole but I really liked the feel of it. A few finger fucks and I was moaning but when he licked at my hole with his hot tongue I groaned with pleasure. His chin was pressing hard between my nuts and my arsehole and his tongue just began to dip in and out of my hot hole.

I looked up at the hairy arse above me and the low hanging hairy balls. I slipped the cock from my mouth and lapped at the hairy bollocks my fingers daring to open the bum cheeks to see the dark hairy hole. Nervously I let my tongue dart out just to tease the puckered hole and then I threw caution to the wind and stuck my tongue right in. He moaned too and we both began to lick and rim each other’s arseholes getting them really wet with saliva. I could not believe how good the man tasted and my tongue just dug in as deep as possible, my mouth clamping on the hairy fuck hole and sucking hard.

We rolled over so that I was on top and my arsehole was sitting directly on the hot mouth with the tongue whipping up me like crazy. Mr. Jackson lifted his legs up for me and my face was back between his hairy thighs and my tongue was lashing at his arsehole, with a hand wanking his lovely cock.

"I want to fuck you, son," he finally said; "Your hot hole needs fucking."
I never imagined he's want to fuck me but the thought made my cock throb and my tight little arsehole twitched with anticipation.
"Get on your knees and I'll doggy fuck you first," he said lifting me up.
"Oh! Mr. Jackson. You have such a big cock I don't know if I can take it," I said. I was pretty nervous and did not want to be hurt.
"Don't worry, son, your fuck hole will stretch and it will feel so fucking good for you, just let me stick it in."

I was on all fours, my heart thumping my eyes shut tightly as if that was going to make the cock any smaller. I felt the heat of the knob against my arsehole and I wanted it rammed up me. I knew it would hurt at first but I really wanted the fucking big thing up my arse. I pushed against the knob and he pushed towards me, the cock dripping with saliva and eager to get inside me.

"Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! It hurts! It fucking hurts!"

A hard shove and half the prick was in me and I was sweating and protesting but to no avail. Another hard shove and I was impaled on the prick and the guy's balls were pressed hard against me.

"Oh! Sweet fucking hell! It hurts it fucking hurts."
It was hurting and yet I still wanted it right up me and fucking into me.
"Push down like you’re having a fucking dump and open up that sweet young arsehole for me," he said starting to fuck.

My knuckles were white as I clutched the arm of the sofa, my face down on the arm and my arse in the air being packed with cock. My best friend's dad was fucking me, was actually fucking me, whatever would my best friend say if he knew, if he could see us fucking? The thoughts quickly disappeared as the fucking got harder and faster. The prick was reaching places I didn't know existed and I realized just what my prostate was for.

"Oh! Mr. Jackson fuck me! Fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you alright. Now your hole is loosening up for me. You like my big cock now don't you lad. You love it deep in your slutty arsehole don't you?"
"Oh! Yes Mr. Jackson, give me your fucking big cock and ram my tight arsehole till you spurt your load up me."
I was pushing back on the dick and relaxing my arse muscles to get the full benefit of the massive prick pounding my fuck hole.
"On your back, lad. I want to see your face as I fuck your randy little arsehole," he said flipping me over.
I could now see his lovely hypnotic brown eyes and sexy moustache and I knew I was going to get one hell of a fuck.

I grabbed his arse cheeks, they were hot and smooth and I asked him to kiss me as he shagged my arse. With his tongue in my mouth and his big cock in my arse we fucked together for ages, my hole really open now and taking the monster like a fucking whore.

"You and me fuck well together," he said. "You have to keep seeing me as often as you can so that I can ram fuck your lovely arsehole," and as he spoke he jammed his cock in with every word.
"Now I'm going to splatter your fucking guts with so much cum you'll be fucking dripping for days."
"Yes," I said. "Shoot loads of cum up me, I want it so bad, all your lovely mature spunk inside my young arsehole."

I was no longer shy and nervous, I knew what I wanted, my best friend's dad and his magnificent cock. He began to breathe really heavily and announced he was cumming. His prick jumped and throbbed in my arsehole and he gave me a flood of baby batter. My dick was jerking too with a dry orgasm but I desperately wanted to shoot my load. I didn't have to wait too long as once the cock was slopping my ring with the last drops of spunk he began to gobble on my cock like it was his last supper. With a hand yanking at my balls and a throat eager for my cock I was soon jolting a fuck load of spunk which he swallowed greedily.

"Mmmmmm! Lad, that was one fucking session I'll not forget," he said, his moustache dripping with my cum.

Boldly I pulled him down and began kissing him, my tongue slurping around his cum soaked moustache and his tongue slipping sexily into my mouth. Ricky's dad Alan was one hot stud and I had to have him fuck me again and very soon. I didn't think about my sore leg on the walk home, my sore arse was far more important!!