“You sure you’ll be alright for a few hours?” Tiffany asked as her and her mom grabbed their coats.
“I’m sure babe. Don’t worry about me.” I said earnestly.
I followed my girlfriend’s dad out to the detached garage that he’d converted into a man cave. I was spending Thanksgiving with Tiffany and her parents. Tiff and I were juniors at State, we’d been dating for 2 years at that point. I knew her parents pretty well, though I’ouse after Thanksgiving dinner to make a plan of attack for Black Friday shopping.
Mr. Denton and I were much more interested in watching football than shopping, so we happily stayed behind. Mr. Denton was a pretty chill guy who seemed to like me well enough. It helped that I was an athlete and a great student, I projected responsibility and determination.
The man cave was well appointed, Mr. Denton owned a regional engineering firm and was meticulous about these kinds of things. He had a huge flat screen mounted on the wall with surround sound placed strategically around the space. There were 2 oversized couches with a pair of overstuffed recliners. On the far wall was a bar and an old refrigerator, in between the bar and the TV area was a large round table that he used for poker nights.
As we entered, Mr. Denton turned on the space heater as the garage didn’t have any other heating elements. There was a definite chill in the air for a few minutes. We each plopped down on one of the couches as Mr. D found the game on the big screen. We chatted casually as we watched, I was relatively comfortable with him even though he cut an intimidating figure when we first met.
Mr. Denton was a former rugby player, and carried that beefy, muscled, athletic build. He was a standout on many youth teams, playing his way onto the US National Rugby team in his 20’s. He liked to joke that rugby in the States didn’t carry the same prestige as abroad, but I was still in awe. Especially when I looked up some of the highlights from his playing days on Youtube. Not to mention, as a division 1 collegiate lacrosse midfielder, I knew what it took to compete on a big stage.
Eventually, I heard some light snoring. Mr. D had dozed off, I didn’t blame him. Not after the large Thanksgiving meal and the now warm air in the room. As he lightly snored, I looked over at him. Thanksgiving was a casual affair at the Denton house, Mr. D filled out his sweatshirt with his broad, thickly powerful chest and shoulders. His jeans accentuated his thighs and ass, but I noticed now that in his light slumber, he was throwing major wood.
His erection tented his jeans as he snoozed on the couch. I loved women, especially Tiffany, but some men caught my attention as well. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of Mr. Denton’s sleeping form. That is, until his head fell to the side. The sudden movement jolted him awake, I quickly tried to refocus on the game hoping to not get caught staring.
“Damn, I missed a touchdown.” Mr. Denton mentioned groggily.
“Uh… yeah…” I made a flustered reply, I’d missed it too as I was checking out my girlfriend's dad.
“Who scored?” He asked, I looked over as the color drained from my face. I had no clue. I couldn’t help my eyeline going straight back to his tented jeans. “Some things never change. This thing has a mind of its own.” Mr. D said with a chuckle.
I expected him to adjust himself, but he didn’t. Looking back at his face, I realized he’d easily clocked my inability to shift my focus from his tented jeans. Swallowing hard, I turned my attention back to the football game on the big screen. The tension was rising, I could feel my girlfriend’s dad’s eyes on me as I stared at the TV. Silently, I was cursing myself, sitting there frozen in place. The urge to leave was overwhelming, but I knew that doing so would be worse, it would make it into a “thing”. All I could do was hope that a big play in the game would pull our attention away and it would all blow over.
“Brad… “ Mr. Denton spoke, finally breaking the silence. I hadn’t been saved by the game we were no longer watching. Still frozen, I tilted my head towards Mr. D, but didn’t totally face him. I couldn’t. My girlfriend’s dad had caught my checking him out after he fell asleep on the couch. It was a violation. He probably saw it as a betrayal of his daughter. For all I knew, he was going to kick my ass. I was a college lacrosse player, in shape and strong, but Mr. Denton could take me. With his strength built from a lifetime of elite level rugby, I wouldn't stand a chance. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He finished his thought.
I finally turned to him. Mr. Denton had a contrite look on his unshaven face. Had he been feeling the same panic that I had? He surely couldn’t have been spiraling as quickly as me. His eyes looked like they were searching, his jeans were still tented.
“Mr. Denton, I… I didn’t mean to stare.” I had to say something, I didn’t even really know what I was saying, all I knew was that I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
Mr. D cocked an eyebrow, and I realized that I’d just admitted to checking him out. If he’d read the situation wrong before, he now knew. A stream of expletives exploded in my brain. I wanted to get up and run out of the detached man cave, but I felt locked to the couch.
“I didn’t mean to catch your eye.” Mr. D replied with a slight smirk, his expression becoming lighter.
We sat there for what felt like an eternity. Each of us seemingly trying to communicate without articulating the words. The sound of the football game reduced to little more than white noise. The tension had shifted from defensive to something else, something closer to anticipation with a strong undercurrent of anxiety. It was a game of chicken that I was determined not to lose.
“You know, back on the national team, it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for some of us to have some bonding time on long road trips.” Mr. Denton thankfully spoke first.
“Bonding time?” I croaked out.
“Yeah, not often, and only one or two guys. But, yeah… “ Mr. D cleared his throat. I felt my heart race. “Just guys stroking together.”
It had been vocalized. It was real. My senses seemed heightened, my mouth felt dry.
“Really?” I said with a weak voice, immediately, I felt dumb. That was all I could come up with.
“Really.” Mr. Denton’s deep voice reverberated through my chest. “Not everyone is into that kind of thing though.”
“That’s a shame, there’s nothing wrong with some male bonding.” I was regaining my confidence, Mr. D had gone out on a limb and I wanted to meet him there.
That brought a smile to his face. His piercing blue eyes broke my eye contact and he looked down at his still-tented jeans then back to me. His strong, handsome face was set off by his mostly-silver, salt and pepper hair, cut close. His gaze traveled to my groin, eying my similarly tented state.
“Let’s give ‘em some fresh air.” Mr. Denton murmured as he unbuckled his belt, I quickly mirrored his actions, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation.
The father of 2 slid his jeans and underwear over his muscled thighs, down to his ankles. Springing forth was an evenly thick, rock solid, 8 inch cut cock with a slight upward curve. It was a sight to behold, a powerful tool matching a powerful man. He gave it a quick tug, the balls hung heavy in his trimmed sac.
My throbbing, thick, uncut jock cock smacked my abs as I’d also shucked my shirt. My weapon was straight with an intact hood, I was proud of it and I found myself hoping that my girlfriend’s dad would like it too. I gave it a few tugs, my eyes not leaving Mr. Denton. He looked me up and down, a soft smirk drew across his features.
He stood from the couch, stepping out of his jeans totally before walking back towards the bar. After grabbing something from behind it, in a drawer, he returned. Mr. D set an old shoebox on the coffee table before pulling the hem of his sweatshirt up over his head and discarded it. He was now totally naked as I was, and I made sure to let his nude form burn into my brain.
Mr. Denton’s muscled rugby build was just as I’d expected. He sported big, blocky shelves of muscle as pecs upon which chestnut brown hair clung, speckled with silver. His shoulders were wide and powerful, his back rippled as he moved reminding me of a predator about to strike. All of it tapered to a midsection that once sported a set of defined abs in his athletic peak but while the power and precision of his core muscles remained, they were obscured by just enough padding with a trail of chestnut hair flaring around his navel.
I bit my lower lip as I made no attempt to hide my attraction. For his part, Mr. Denton returned gaze with equal intensity. We were silently communicating. The air in the detached garage-turned-man cave was heavy and warm, not only was the space heater working overtime but our bodies radiated heat.
Mr. D sat back down on his couch and opened the old shoebox, he pulled out a roll of paper towels, a jar of coconut oil, and to my surprise, a fleshlight. He looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes as he opened the jar of coconut oil and dipped his fingers in. He slid the open jar down the length of the table to me before applying the oil to his beautiful cock.
I followed suit, slicking my cock, letting my fist slide up and down the shaft slowly. Mr. Denton grabbed the fleshlight, we made eye contact as his thick head pierced through the artificial opening. The older man let a grunt escape his lips as he pumped the toy down his rod. After a few pumps, he pulled the toy off of his cock and held it out for me.
“I’ve only got one, we’ll have to share.” He said in a husky voice.
A chill went down my spine as I took the fleshlight from his hand. He wanted to share this with me. I felt a tingling in my balls realizing that his cock was just inside as I positioned the toy at my cockhead. I felt his eyes on me as I pushed the toy down, feeling it grip my erection. I looked at Mr. Denton, our eyes connecting. He gave me a subtle nod as he pumped the toy up and down around my steely member. All too soon, I felt my load rising. I didn’t want it to end, so I slid the fleshlight off of my cock and handed it back to Mr. D.
He slid the toy over his cock with long deliberate strokes. His free hand found one of his pert pink nipples and grazed it softly with his fingers. Groans escaped his mouth, his eyes fixed on me as I gently retracted and then covered my cockhead with my foreskin.
The football game on the TV had become an almost non-existent afterthought until the elevated voices of the announcers made us aware of a big play. The quarterback with a tight body, perky ass, thick thighs, and cocky attitude had scrambled for a huge gain. As the camera zoomed in one could make out the jockstrap he was wearing underneath his football pants.
As my hand continued to work my shaft, I moaned softly watching the replay. Precum dribbled out of my piss slit as the hot QB dodged would-be tacklers. He’d always been one of my favorites to watch, for more than just his play. Never had I thought that I’d be sitting with my girlfriend’s dad wanking together while he happened to be playing on the TV.
“That Baker Mayfield is something else…” Mr. Denton breathed, his eyes on the flatscreen as he continued his methodical strokes with the fleshlight.
Was Mr. D perving on the NFL quarterback too? The thought brought more precum to my tip. I looked over at Mr. Denton, his eyes glued to the TV watching Baker play as he steadily pumped his cock with the toy. I let my gaze refocus on the TV. The older man grunted as the QB on the screen ran around evading defensive linemen.
“Here, Brad, I don’t want to get too close too soon.” Mr. Denton grunted, handing the fleshlight back to me.
I couldn’t hold in a groan as our fingers grazed while handing off the sex toy. That brought Mr. Denton’s attention back to me with a smirk. He watched intently as I slid the fleshlight down my shaft. I let my free hand traverse my bare skin, feeling my hard earned muscle. My own touch, under Mr. D’s gaze, was heightened. All too soon, I felt my orgasm creeping up. I didn’t want to be the first to blow and end this, whatever it was. I wanted to live in that moment for as long as possible.
I slowed my pumping, before pulling the toy off my cock. Mr. Denton was watching my every move. His cock seemed even more rigid than it had been when we started, it glistened with the coconut oil, its veins bulged. As I handed the fleshlight back, Mr. D purposely let our hands meet, an impetuous troublemaker’s grin painted on his lips as my heart fluttered.
His large paw was half overlapping with mine, we were holding the toy between us. I didn’t immediately let go, savoring the connection. Seeing that, he brought the toy to the tip of his cock. With the fleshlight opening hovering over his cockhead, he let go so that I was holding it in place. He leaned back and gave a subtle nod.
I took a deep breath, feeling butterflies in my stomach, before beginning to tease his cockhead with the artificial slit. Mr. Denton moaned as I slowly worked his thick cockhead with the toy, slipping it over and pulling back repeatedly. He spread his arms along the back of the couch as I scooted closer. Slowly, I gave him longer strokes with the fleshlight, halfway down his thick dad shaft.
His groans became more strained. I was using the toy to stimulate the full length of his cock. For a minute I was mesmerized by the way his big hog filled the toy almost completely - visible to me through the translucent plastic. At the insistence of his more and more urgent guttural noises, I picked up the pace.
Mr. Denton’s body began to tense. His hips involuntarily thrust up as I stroked the toy down. His breathing became more shallow and rapid. The father’s focus was narrowly on his cock. Mr. D’s handsome face scrunched up.
With a booming moan, his thick dad cock pulsed shooting a powerful jet of cum into the fleshlight. I felt the heavy spurt splatter on the inside of the toy. His chest heaved and his hands dug into the couch cushions. Rope after rope of seed painted the inside of the plastic sex toy, Mr, D’s hips bucked as his nuts emptied. I kept pumping the toy over his nutting cock.
Lost in the intensity, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand on mine. He pushed my hand up, his dick now too sensitive after the intense orgasm. He sported a lighter, goofily happy expression as he took the inseminated fleshlight from my grasp. With his other hand, he touched my shoulder, making me shudder, as he applied gentle pressure so that I leaned back.
My uncut jock cock felt like it might explode in a stiff breeze. It was slick with a mixture of coconut oil and precum. Mr. Denton’s eyes zeroed in on the target. I watched breathlessly as the loaded toy in Mr. D’s hand inched closer to my cockhead.
“Mmmm.” Mr. Denton murmured as I sharply inhaled when the opening of the toy pushed over my tip.
I groaned loudly as the fleshlight descended the length of my shaft. The squelching the lubed up toy made was louder than ever, the vicious load deposited by my girlfriend’s father adding to it. I could feel the man’s load clinging to my cock. I could feel his body heat next to me as he pumped the toy on my shaft, over and over. It was all too much for me.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I cried out, feeling an eruption like I’d never felt before.
“Hmmmm.” Mr. Denton muttered, keeping his strokes evenly paced.
My balls turned inside out, emptying everything they held. I gripped the cushions until my knuckles turned white. My hips bucked wildly as I added my nut to Mr. Denton’s potent seed. My breath came in ragged gasps as I desperately tried to fill my lungs with air. Mr. D seemed determined to milk every drop from me as he kept pistoning the toy until I finally pushed it away.
We both sat there, naked and spent. Neither of us said anything, we both stared ahead at the football game still playing on the TV. I didn’t dare to sneak another peak at the naked rugby dad next me as I floated high with post orgasmic bliss.
Only the dinging of my phone brought us back to reality. A notification of a text from Tiffany popped up on my screen. Still out back? We’re pulling up to the house now. Without words, I showed Mr. Denton the text from his daughter. Quickly we both found our clothes and Mr. Denton replaced the contents of his shoebox before putting it away behind the bar. It was time to fully re-enter reality. I didn’t know how I’d be able to go back to normal.
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