My best friends dad

Growing up my best friend at school was Ben Peterson this continued after we left and went to Uni together. I got to know his parents quite well and they had recently taken me on holiday with them. His mum, Mary was a lovely woman, kind and warmhearted. His dad Bernard was a little more aloof, a stern, no nonsense sort of a man who appreciated good manners.

Ben was on his way out when I called around. He said he had to pop out for an hour but his dad was inside and wanted to talk with me. I went inside and sat in the lounge more than a little apprehensive as to what Mr Peterson wanted to talk to me about.

He came in looking a little stern and a bit nervous.

"Look Stuart I won't beat about the bush, I've seen you on a number of occasions hanging around the toilets in the park at rush hour. You know those toilets are frequented by gays looking for sex?"

I felt the colour drain from my face, what had he seen, what does he know about me. It was true I had been hanging around there. I loved reading the stories on the walls and looking through the little holes between the cubicles.

"I'm not gay", I replied meekly.

"So what where you doing there Stuart, you live just opposite the park if you needed the toilet you could have gone home. You were looking for gay sex weren't you?"

His voice was authoritative and I was scared and couldn't think properly. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm not gay but I'm curious about men. Sometimes I imagine I'm on my back with my legs open with a man on top of me like a girl. I promise I haven't done anything though"

"I see", he replied.

Mr Peterson's reply was calm and measured there was no anger in his voice.

"Stuart, I've known you since your were a lad and your parents even longer. I want you to be happy but hanging around toilets looking for gay sex is dangerous. You could even be reported to the police. What would your parents think if your story ended up in the local paper?"

I sat there motionless taking in what Mr Peterson had said.

"I like you Stuart you've grown into a fine young man, I think I may be able to offer you a solution. My wife and I do not enjoy sex any more. Maybe you and I can come to an arrangement. If so I'm prepared to keep your secret"

I listened intently.

"I'm prepared to show you what it's like to be with a man in the safety and comfort of my home. You can lay on my bed with your legs open and I'll fuck you like a girl. Of course if you don't agree to this I may have to tell your parents, even report you to the police. It's your choice Stuart, what do you want to do?"

I sat there in shock, trembling partly in excitement party because I was shit scared of being found out.

"OK", I replied.

"Good, take my hand and I'll lead you up to the bedroom"

I took hold of Mr Peterson's hand and he lead me into the bedroom. The curtains were already drawn as if he had planned all this before hand.

"Are you ready Stuart?"

I nodded.

"Get down on your knees unzip my trousers and suck my cock"

I knelt down in from of Mr Peterson and with my hands shaking undid his zip and reached into his hot briefs and pulled out his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled back his foreskin revealing his sticky head. I parted my lips and took him into my warm mouth. He sighed as I went to work on his cock. I'd never sucked a man's cock before but it seemed to come naturally to me and soon I sensed that Mr Peterson was going to cum. He reached down and pulled me up onto my feet.

"We can't have you and the floor covered in cum, strip off and lay on the bed with your legs open"

I did as I was told.

I looked towards the window

"Don't worry about Ben I've made sure he won't be back for a few hours. Just lay there and relax"

I felt so vulnerable laying there in just my white socks, my legs open presenting my little hole to Mr Peterson.

"Now daddy is going to fuck your hole like a girl, would you like that?"

I nodded, scared but excited as he climbed on the bed between my legs. He opened the bedside cabinet and pulled out a tube of KY Gel.

"It's for the wife she's as dry as fuck"

He applied the gel to his cock.

I sighed when he rubbed it around my ass.

He guided his hard cock towards my hole and lay down on top of me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear.

He whispered, "I'm going to slide my cock balls deep into your ass and fill it full of spunk, do you understand?"

I replied breathlessly, "Yes".

Then I felt it, his huge cock pressing against my tight little asshole. I tried to push him away but he took my wrists and held both arms above my head. I was trapped beneath his strong body. His cock slid inside me and he started to ride me his balls slapping against me the deeper he went. My head was swimming with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I relaxed into it, thinking this is how a girl must feel. He let go of my wrists and I took hold of his bum pulling him deeper into me.

"Fuck I'm going to cum", he gasped as he emptied his balls into my hot little ass.

He collapsed on top of me the sweat dripping from his face.

He got off me, reached for a box of tissues and tossed them on the bed and went to have a shower.

"Here clean yourself up before the bed gets messy"

I lay there on the bed beaming with pleasure at the way Mr Peterson had just used me like a whore.

I cleaned myself up and got dressed, flushing the tissue down the toilet.

I went downstairs, Mr Peterson was out cutting the grass as if nothing had happened.

I sat there with a smirk on my face. Now I know what it feels like to be fucked like a girl and I loved it.