My best friend Andrew’s dad

Andrew was my best friend in high school. Partially because he was cute but also because we got along well. We were both ‘band geeks’ so there was a comradery within that. We also enjoyed a lot of outdoor activities: running, fishing, kayaking, biking and camping to name a few. Living in a rural area, our bikes were our lifeline until we got our cars. Unfortunately, Andrew was forbidden to have his own car as, when he was fourteen, his parents discovered he steal their car at night to conjugal visits with his fifteen year old girlfriend. So, from sixteen to seventeen, I was “Driving Mr. Wilhelm”, as it were.

During my visits with Andrew, I always found his dad to be rather… intriguing? His parents were young when he was born so when Andrew was fifteen, his dad was only thirty-one (seems Andrew’s libido was genetic!). His dad was a masculine guy, even though he was relatively short at five foot ten. I guess this is average in some places but ‘short’ where we lived – maybe it was all the hormones injected into the food we ate? Seems everyone was six foot or taller – even some of the girls, which I found kinda’ funny. But what his dad lacked in vertical supremacy he more than made up for in his ability to make anything from anything and his knowledge of the outdoors. Be it a bird house or home made go-kart, his dad – Tony – was always making something. His garage was full of stuff. But, unlike so many other garages I’ve seen, Tony’s was highly clean and organized. “Everything has a place and everything in it’s place” he used to say. 

Tony had zero issues with being shirtless in the hot, humid summers. He was active and it showed: his stomach was flat and had the hint of ab muscles and his chest was kinda’ prominent. Tony always had scruff and I was intrigued about how it grew down his throat and connected with his hairy chest. But that’s where it seemed to end as his stomach was smooth. And, by the time we were in our senior year of high school, his chest and beard had a smattering of grey hair here and there. He was definitely a masculine man.

The first time I saw Tony with his shirt off I was coming up on turning fifteen. It was early summer, and I was at Andrew’s messing with his homemade go-kart. We couldn’t get the choke right, so Andrew called his dad, who was happy to help. What should have been an easy fix, ended up being a whole day thing. Tony tore off his shirt and hung it on the hook by the door. I remember being fixated on him and his body – as this was the time he was growing out his beard. The black hair covering his face and growing down to his chest caused me to get hard in my shorts. Being young and dumb I didn’t try to hide it. Andrew was, like always, oblivious. But Tony noticed it, his eyes focusing in on it. He looked up at me and smiled.

It wasn’t too long after that, Tony offered to take us camping. With weather permitting, we went at least once a month. Just Tony, Andrew and myself. We all slept in the same tent. Nothing ever happened but, as I grew older, being that close to Tony always made me hard. Just knowing he was there, close. I could hear his breathing, smell his smell. I knew I was into guys well before this, but it was almost always guys my age in school I was drawn towards – never some ‘old guy’ like Tony. And yet, here we are.

Once we started driving, the camping happened less and less. Young guys like us were into other things. But we did go a couple of times in the summer, much to my delight. Then, when Andrew was allowed to get his own car, the camping pretty much dried up. But I still made time to visit Andrew on weekends at his place so I could hang out with his dad.

Between graduation and college, Andrew told me his dad wanted to take us camping one last time. I tried to hide my excitement. Tony was thirty one and Andrew and I were eighteen, so this would be the last time I’d probably hang out with Tony. And I wanted to do so as an ‘adult’. But Andrew wasn’t too keen on the idea. This meant a weekend away from his girlfriend. Personally, I think it would have done him good as she was a controlling harpy of a female – not pretty either. But she put out and that was a big deal for Andrew. To be honest, if I had someone putting out, I’d probably would have said ‘no thanks’ to the campout also. But I didn’t so I was happy to agree to go.

Arriving at Andrew’s early Saturday morning, only Tony was packing the truck. He told me it would just be me and him, as Andrew decided Beth took priority. Initially I was annoyed, but that quickly changed as my newly ‘adult’ brain clicked, telling me it was ‘only me and Tony – alone – in the woods’. My mind spun with possibilities, causing me to have to adjust the front of my pants as my lil’ man down there stirred. Even at eighteen, in a rural area where the closest town had less than 5,000 people, my options for man-on-man (or even boy-on-boy) activities were limited to null. So, eighteen year old me was a virgin in every aspect of the word. And, being this was 1997, the internet was as much of a virgin in my area as I was. The only other dicks I’ve seen were a few in the school shower during gym. Even at band camp, I showered alone, seeing only a couple guys there in their underwear.

We packed up the truck and hit the road. There was never any tension between Tony and myself. Most dad’s have their kids’ friends call them ‘Mister This or That’. But Tony insisted I call him Tony. But this time… there was some tension in the air initially. Maybe Andrew was a buffer, and his absence amplified this tension? I wasn’t sure. But it was palpable. 

Halfway into the ride, we stopped for lunch. Tony insisted he buy my lunch, even though I was working and had my own money. Afterwards, we jumped back in the truck. The tension seemed to be gone and we talked about school, college, Andrew’s girlfriend and his work. Somehow the conversation turned personal – I still don’t know how that happened. He told me about his first time, who it was with, when and where. He asked me if I knew anything about Andrew and his girlfriend. Andrew told me they’ve been bumping uglies for a while, but that was it. Tony said he figured that but thought Andrew could do better.

“Do you think she’s cute?” he asked.

“No” I admitted.

“Yeah. She’s kind of bossy, no?”

“Definitely” I said with a chuckle. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” he asked. I didn’t want to tell him the real reason.

“I don’t know. Just never thought much about it” I lied.

“Come on now! Never? A young, good looking guy like yourself!” he said as we turned onto the gravel road. I could feel my cheeks flush red, being embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, bud” he started. “You’re tall, play sports…those blue eyes of yours… I just figured girls would be fighting over you!” 

Truth is, there were a few girls that I knew liked me, but I didn’t pursue them for obvious reasons.

“I’ll find one in college” I said. We spent the next few hours setting up camp, gathering firewood, making a pit and hanging our food up in the trees. There weren’t any bears in the area that I knew of, but Tony said‘better safe than sorry’.

As the sun started to set, we sat around the fire quietly, listening to the crackling. 

“You know, you can tell me anything, right?” Tony said, to my surprise.

“Well, I don’t know of anything” I replied. I desperately wanted to tell someone. For the last ten or so years I’ve been fighting these feelings and urges. I dreadfully wanted to find someone I could share my feelings with. Small, conservative, religiously tight communities back then weren’t as accepting of gay people as they are now.

“Would it help if I told you about a secret of mine?” he asked. I looked at him, eyes wide. 

“OK…” I muttered.

“When I was in college” he started “Well, you know. College is a time of experimenting, right?” 

I nodded.

“And this is between us – no one else, OK?!?”

“OK” 

“I meant it, Mike. No one else can know. Not Andy. Not his mother. Not your folks!”

“Did – did you kill someone?” I asked, nervously. He busted out laughing.

“Oh God no! Nothing illegal like that!” he said. “My sophomore year in college, I met a guy. Dale was his name. We became good friends” he said, looking at me.

“OK.”

“No Mike. I mean goooooood friends!” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

“You mean… like… sex?” I asked. 

“Yeah” he said, his eyes never moving from their stare. 

My mind was in a whirlwind. What did this mean? What was be trying to say? How did this happen? Where? When? I started to get hard and rearranged myself in the chair.

“You see, Mike. I was a lot like you at your age: I lived in a small town, I was quiet, smart, good looking, sensitive…” he said. “But I had something eating away at me from inside. Something I couldn’t tell anyone else. Andy… he’s like his mother: out going, head strong, determined. You… You’re a lot like me when I was your age. And, like me, I can tell there’s something going on with you. I won’t force you to tell me anything you don’t want to. But just know, not matter what, I’m here for you. Always” he said as he stood up, walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. My eyes filled with water. I fought back tears as he walked past me into the tent, only to return a few minutes later.

“Dale and I… we were quite the pair. We did everything together. Parties, drinking, spring breaks. We even became roommates our junior year. That’s when we decided to take our relationship to the next level. We started sleeping together. You know: sex.” He took a drink of his beer as I stared at him, eager to hear more. 

“Andy was already born when I was in high school. You know that. But his mother and I went to different colleges. I still visited him and his mother. And we made plans to get married after we graduated. But we weren’t “together” officially until we graduated. We married soon after.”

“So, what happened to Dale? Are you… gay?” I asked. 

“Even though we lived together – Dale and I – we still dated women. We slept with women, too. Dale even had a girlfriend when we were roommates. College…” he chuckled. “College is such a weird time. You experiment; find yourself; figure out what you like and don’t like; live lives you couldn’t when you lived with your parents at home.” He poked the fire with a stick. “I guess we were bi-sexual then. Sex with women… it was great. But there’s something about being with another man… men know what you want, there’s little games and they know how to please you because what typically pleases them also pleases you!”

“I guess that makes sense” I said. My heart beat I could actually feel in my ears at this point. “What happened to Dale?”

“We still keep in touch. He’s married with three kids. He lives in Indiana now I think.” Tony sat back in the chair looking up in the sky with a giant smile on his face. “I do miss him even today. Don’t get me wrong,” he took a drink. “I love Andy’s mother. But there’s a part of me that craves the touch of another man.” He seemed to be dreaming as his eyes remained focus up in the dark night sky. We sat in silence before he broke his trance and looked at me.

“Mike. It’s getting late. You sure there’s nothing you want to talk about before we hit the hay?”

I shook my head no.

“Are you OK – with what I told you?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think I brought you here to ‘try something with you’” he said. “You’re your own man and I’m mine. Nothing more, OK?”

I felt both reassured and sad as I acknowledged what he was saying. “I’m good. Thanks for trusting me with that” I said.

“Well, I told you this so you’d know you can confide in me anything. You’re like my other son!”

We sat there for a while in silence before Tony got up and walked towards the tent. “Make sure you put out the fire before you go to sleep, OK?”

“OK” I replied. I sat in the chair for I don’t know how long before I put out the fire and crawled in the tent. It was summer and still warm and humid even at night, so I turned my sleeping bag inside out so I could lay on the cooler outer skin. I could hear Tony breathing. I looked over seeing only a shape laying next to me, on his left side. As my eyes adapted to the darkness, with the help of the almost full moon, I could make out more of his shape. 

I ran my eyes over his body, imagining what he and Dale did together. I wondered who was the top and who was the bottom. Surely, as manly as Tony was, he was the top. I looked up at the inside of the tent, running my hands down my shirtless torso. I felt the hair between my pecs – how it swirled in a tornado fashion on above and to the outside of my nipples. I pinched my nipple, thinking about Tony and Dale together. My body quivered. I ran my other hand down my rib cage and down my collapsed stomach, finding a hairier belly button before I felt something familiar straining to break free of my boxers. I slid my hand underneath, grazing the sensitive swollen head before running my hand down the shaft to the hairy base. I’ve longed to be smooth like so many other guys, but that’s not the cars I was dealt. I reached my balls. Like always there were heavy with pent up frustration. I wanted to jack off, but I was literally a dick’s length away from Tony. Even if I could do so quietly, I couldn’t be that quiet. And what would I do with the mess I’d make? No. I had to roll over and go to sleep, I thought.

“You awake” I Tony asked, causing me to jump.

“Yeah. You?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He turned over as I pulled my hands off myself. “All this thinking about Dale and I can’t sleep.”

“Me either” I replied. Tony turned towards me.

“You know, you remined me a lot of Dale” he said.

“Really?” I was both stunned and flattered. “How so?”

He sat up on his elbow. “Well, you’re both tall. Fit. Intelligent. Your eyes are blue but his were brown.” He reached over and ran his hand over my chest, my skin tingled. “You’re hairy, too. But not as much as Dale.” He pulled his hand away. “But he was older than you. You’re probably beas hairy as he was by the time you’re his age.” He wouldn’t look away from me. “Dale was a good kisser.”

“You guys kissed!?!” I asked, surprised.

“Of course! Who doesn’t kiss before or during sex?” he said matter-of-factly.

“I’ve never kissed anyone. Other than my mom. And that doesn’t count” I said.

He laughed. “No that doesn’t count. You know” he started as he lowered his voice. “Kissing a woman is nice. Their lips are soft and full, their skin soft. And they usually smell good. But kissing a man is an altogether different experience, yet the same.”

“How?”

“Well, there’s the stubble” he said running his hand over his face, the high pitched sound of skin scrapping against short, hard hair filled the tent. “The first time, it feels weird. Even more so if the guy has a beard or something. But it’s a good thing. It feels nice. Guys have their own, unique scent women don’t have. And there’s a combination of tenderness and roughness that women just don’t have.” 

“Can you show me?” I asked, surprising even myself.

“What?!?”

I hesitated, wondering if I should turn over and go to sleep ignoring the last couple of hours. No. No, I thought. I’ve come this far.

“Can you show me what it feels like?” I repeated for clarity.

“Mike. I’m your best friend’s dad. I’m not sure that’s….”

“I think your attractive” I interrupted. “Always have. Since I first met you. I didn’t know what it was, at first. But over the past couple of years… I just know I want you to be my first. I trust you, Tony.”

“Wow. That’s a big deal” he said, laying back down in his sleeping bag. “You know, Mike. You’re gonna’ meet all sorts of people at college – and after. You really should keep yourself for them.” We fell silent. “But, to be honest. You remind me so much of Dale… I have to admit… you’re such a cutie; such a good guy with a good heart. So trusting.” He turned to me again. “I don’t want to ruin that for you. For us.”

“It won’t, Tony.” I pleaded.

“Mike. I’ve been where you are. You’re not thinking with the right head!”

I sat up, somewhat upset with him.

“Tony. You were younger than me when you lost your virginity. By the time you were my age, Andrew was five or six already! Don’t tell me what you know or don’t know about me!” I yelled. I was upset. I bared my soul to this man I’ve known for years – been attracted to for years – and he’s shutting me down!?!

“Mike! OK. Calm down!” he said reaching over and grabbing me. “Relax. You just dropped a bombshell on me. I wasn’t expecting that.” I laid back down on the sleep bag, breathing heavily.

“Come here” he said, pulling me to him. He pulled me up against his shirtless torso. I felt the scratchy chest hair against my back. It felt good. For the first time, I felt safe in the arms of someone else. I pushed myself up against him tighter, feeling his erection against my back. He wrapped his arm around my chest; I rested my chin on his hairy, hard forearm. His saying earlier about a ‘man’s scent’ clicked with me when I caught a whiff of his scent. His hairy leg wrapped around my leg and rubbed up and down. In the silence of the wood, I could hear our leg hair scratching against each other.

“Mike. I’d be honored to be your first, if that’s what you want” he said.

“I do.”

He grabbed my chin and pulled me around to his face. His lips met mine. Fireworks! My first man-on-man kiss! His coarse beard scoured my lips – my blonde scruff no match for his. Then his tongue entered my mouth. Its enormity and heat filled my mouth as it slowly and gingerly explored every aspect of me. He pulled me over on top of him. I was stomach to stomach and chest to chest with him. I held myself up with my arms.

“Just relax” he said, pulling his mouth from mine. “Lay on me. Your entire body.” I did was instructed as his hands ran from my shoulders down my back and up again. His big hands – the hands I’ve seen so many times created things, work on things, get dirty… now showed their gentle side. I was amazed at the juxtaposition of how two big, manly things can be so gentle. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over – now he was on top. He straddled my stomach with his knees and rose up. Missing his body on mine, I reached up and ran my hands over his hard, hairy chest. The hairs were so coarse - so different than the downy ones I had. 

“We don’t have the necessary stuff for sex. But there’s I can still get you off, if you’d like?” he offered.

“Uh huh” is all I could muster.

He walked down, backwards, over me, pulling my boxers down in the process. My hardness sprang forward.

“My!” he said.

“What?”

“I didn’t expect you to be so… large!” He grabbed my bouncing dick firmly. I almost busted right then. “You’re going to make someone very, very happy with this” he said as he slowly stroked up and down, pulling the skin ever so slightly. Like clockwork, precum rolled out of my slit, but much more than normal. 

He chuckled. “Wow. To be young again!” he said as he slid his hand up, circled my knob lubing it up really good, then slid it down to the hairy base. My heart was racing and I knew I wouldn’t last long like this. Slowly he moved his hand up and down in the darkness, the little moonlight available causing his body to glow with a halo-like effect. I wished I could have seen him better.

“You ok?” he asked. I was smitten by his tenderness and willingness to protect and please me.

“Yeah. But I’m close” I admitted.

“It’s OK. Just do what you need to do, Mikey!” he said as he sped up his hand. He’s never called me ‘Mikey’. Who would have known that’s all it took? By the second pump my dick erupted in a fountain of white fluid. My body contorted like a circus performer as, what felt like a gallon, of semen shot our of me, covering my face, chin, stomach and, eventually, my stomach.

“God damn!” he whimpered. I’ve never heard him curse like that before and it took me by surprise. He sped up his stroking as I punted out so much cum I thought I’d pass out. I’ve never, ever, put out this much before. My body was convulsing, he held the base of my dick firm as I finally stopped ejaculating – my body relaxing as I inhaled much needed oxygen.

My throat was sore and dry as, even though we were alone, I hampered my screams. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but everything happened so fast I didn’t have time.

He swung a leg over me, collapsing on his own sleep bag. “Do you mind if I get off now?” he asked. What a stupid question, I thought!

“It’s fine” I assured him. I turned my head as my own hot liquid cooled on my sizzling skin, so I could focus on him. It was dark, but thanks to the moonlight coming through the thin tent material, I was able to focus on him. He jerked himself slowly, his shaft short abut very, very thick, sprouting up from a thick looking bush of hair. He reached over and grab some dripping cum from my side and smothered his dick with it. The ‘snat snat snat’ sound of a well lubed hand on a dick is all I heard as I watched his chest rise and fall, faster and faster and faster. He moaned and groaned. He took his hand, wrapped it around my neck and pulled my to him. My semen soaked body smashing up against his side as he attached his mouth to mine. He moaned a muffled scream into my mouth. I looked down just in time to see his own liquid jet out of his dick, landing on my smooth, hard stomach. He continued to moan in my mouth as his shooting slowed to a dribble. He inhaled, pulling the air from my lungs. I went limp in my arm when he did this. His tongue rummaged around in my mouth for a couple more seconds before he disengaged and dropped his head back down, breathing heavily.

I reached over and ran my hand over his stomach, feeling his thick deposited liquid. It seemed my thicker than mine, I remember thinking, I pushed it into his navel, enjoying the squishing sound it made. Running my hand down to his bush, I touched his hand, causing him to pull it away. His dick dropped onto his wet stomach. I grabbed it and worked his natural lubricant up and down his shaft. He jerked with delight before he laughed and pushed my hand away. “Too sensitive” he said between breaths. We laid there, coiled up together, the smell of ‘man’ filling the tent as we fell asleep.

I groan woke me up. I pulled away from Tony, our mixed juices having dried between us. He pulled his arm from behind my head, obviously in pain from me laying on it all night. He rolled over and stood up, the sunlight hitting his ass. I never thought about his ass before, but having seen it now, it will be a while before I could forget about it.

“Good morning, Mike. You OK?” he asked. I smiled.

“Very much.”

“We need to clean up. Let’s hit the stream” he suggested.

The water was warm as we rinsed off in the stream. I watched him as he cleaned himself off before climbing out and walking towards the camp. I followed suit.

“Are we OK with what happened?” he asked.

“I am. You?”

“Oh yeah” he said with a laugh. 

“So, can I ask you something?” 

“I think that’s not a problem after last night” he said.

“Do you think we could do that again? Sometime?”

He looked at me deeply. “I’d like that. But you have to promise me two things” he said.

“OK..?”

“Keep this between us and, if you ever feel uncomfortable – with anything – tell me immediately. I want these experiences to be positive ones for you.”

“OK. But you have to promise me something” I said.

“Anything!” he replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Keep the ‘Mikey thing’ just for these special occasions!”

He laughed.