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Subject: Best Friend’s Father Figure “Good work today boys,” my Dad said as he packed the training cones and footballs into the boot, “especially you Jakey. You play like that next weekend and you’ll be carrying this team to the finals, okay kid?” “Yeah Mr. P,” Jake replied, smiling smugly to himself. I loved Jake like a brother, don’t get me wrong, we had been best friends since primary school, after all, but he could get on my nerves sometimes. I guess you could call him a teacher’s pet but my father wasn’t exactly a teacher, just the coach for our school’s senior footy team. Jake idolised him, naturally. Jake’s own father had been out of the picture since before Jake was even old enough to remember him so my father was sort of a father figure to him when we were growing up. He took us to our first footy game together and has trained us both up to be pretty good players, but Jake was always one step ahead of me. He had that “natural ability that you just can’t teach”, as my dad liked to say. To be honest sometimes I felt like my Dad saw more of himself in Jake than he did in me. “You boys have anything planned for tonight?” “No,” I said. “We were gonna have a movie night in the guest house, if that’s alright, Mr. P?” Jake chimed, turning to me and giving me a cheeky wink. It wasn’t exactly a guest house as much as it was a shed that my parents had renovated into a pool room with a bar and a sitting area set up to watch the footy. There was also a small bedroom and bathroom installed inside, making it the perfect place to hang out when Jake and I want some space from my parents. “Of course Jake, our home is your home, son, you know you don’t have to ask anymore.” “Sure thing, coach,” Jake replied. We don’t normally call him coach outside of training but I guess it was just a little tongue-in-cheek inside joke that Jake picked up when my Dad started coaching our senior team. Jake wasn’t exactly lying when he said we had a movie night planned, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. I can’t imagine Dad would be too impressed with us telling him we planned to get high out of our minds and jerk off together. We rushed our way through dinner and washing up and said goodnight to my parents before retiring to the guest house tonight and locking the door behind us. “Let’s get weird,” Jake gleamed, fishing out a small glass pipe from his back pack, along with a baggie of weed. “It’s probably not safe for you to be taking that shit to school, man,” I said, snatching the baggie from him and taking a whiff of the bud inside. “It’s safer than stashing it here! Can you imagine if your dad found it.” I nodded in agreement, miming a slitting motion across my throat. We watched some shitty Netflix documentary until the lights in the house went off, then got busy. “Okay turn that shit on, man, I’ve been horny all fucking week, my nuts are about to burst,” Jake whinged, cupping his balls through his footy shorts. We weren’t gay. Well, I wasn’t at least. Getting high and jerking off together was Jake’s idea. The only reason I went along was because Jake kept the weed, and once I got experienced getting high busting a big load for the first time, I didn’t want it any other way. It wasn’t the same. But recently, for the last two times, things had started getting weird. We had been butt naked, jacking off next to each other like usual when Jake suddenly grabbed my cock and started jerking us both off. It felt incredible, I can’t lie. In fact, it felt so goddamn good that I didn’t even mind returning the favour, it felt kind of natural in a way. And in no time at all we were both cumming together, leaking over each other’s hands and all over our own chests. The next time we hung out, Jake took it a step further and suddenly took my cock in his mouth before I even had a chance to protest. Once again, I let him finish me off because of how incredible it felt, although I refused to pay him back – I drew the line at sucking dick. Like I said, I’m straight. Besides, I’m not sure how pleasurable my cotton mouth would feel on my mate’s dick anyway. Not him though, his mouth stayed hot and wet the entire time. I was in pure heaven between getting my cock sucked and ripping a massive hit at the same time, and after about seven minutes of pure bliss I was shooting load after load of nut down my best friends throat and seeing stars. So this time, understandably, I was nervous about how far things would go. Jake stripped off down to his underwear and began packing his first bowl. I didn’t have to be gay to know he was objectively attractive – long, sandy curls framing his tanned boyish face, bright pink cheeks, and a killer smile. He had an incredible figure for a boy our age too – well defined pecs and a some premature abs beginning to take shape on his tight stomach. His most impressive feature, however, was his donkey dick. Jake was a virgin, so I think I might be the first person to see him fully hard. And Christ, what a sight to behold. It was almost intimidatingly good. My dick was fine, but it just didn’t compare to his perfectly proportioned, pretty, pink penis. He had me beat in every department, and he knew it too, the cocky prick. I swear he almost got off on it. “Strip off, buddy. I got some hot fucking videos saved, you’re gonna love them.” He wasn’t kidding, they were mind-blowingly hot. After each ripping a bowl we sunk further back into the couch next to each other and started massaging our respective bulges through our jocks. I stroked my cock slowly, wanting to make this session last for as long as possible. “Oh shit, I almost forgot.” Jake jumped up, making his heavy bulge bounce around in his underwear. He ran to his bag then came back with a bottle of lube. Popping the lid, he tugged down the waistband of his underwear and unleashed his thick meat. He started applying the lube on his dick like mustard on a hot dog, then, tossing me the tube, rubbed it all over his dick and balls, moaning softly to himself the whole time. I noticed his hand dip a little further down his underwear to his taint, before sliding back up and gripping his cock and stroking up and down the length. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled. I whipped my own dick out, and just before I was about to lube up- Knock knock knock. Oh shit. Oh fuck. It was manisa escort my father, standing at the glass door, three cans of beer in his hands. “Fuck dude! You didn’t close the fucking curtain!” I scrambled for the remote to shut off the TV and grabbed the pipe, lighter, and baggie and tucking it into the side of the couch. Jake tucked his cock back into his underwear and stood up to let my dad in, fully tented with his lubed up dick soaking right through the thin fabric of his tighty whities. “Dude!” I called out to him, but it was too late. He unlocked the door and slid it open. “Uhh hi Mr. P” he said shakily. Fuck, he sucked at hiding the fact that he was high. My father looked around the entire room, first at the shut off T.V., then at me on the couch, then at Jake, red-eyed and half naked, with a wet boner sticking out like a sore thumb. “Well… I came to give you guys these, as a treat for your hard work today,” he said, holding up the beer cans. “But by the smell of it, it seems like you guys have already treated yourself.” He said, smiling awkwardly. He wasn’t swearing, he wasn’t ripping my head off. He wasn’t mad. “Uhh yeah, we uh- we were just-” Jake stammered. “I get it,” Dad interrupted, “I was young once too, I’m glad you boys are having fun.” There’s no way he would’ve reacted like this if it were just me. For once I was grateful for Jake’s favouritism with Dad. “As long as this doesn’t become too common, and you guys are staying on top of your school work and more importantly your performance in footy, then I don’t see why you shouldn’t get to have a little down time.” Jake was beaming at me by now – we really dodged a bullet. “Well, sir, I have enough for three if you care to join?” Jake offered. How fucking high was he? What was he thinking? My dad shrugged and cracked open one of the beers, “Well, I mean I haven’t smoked in years, but I do miss it every now and then. Plus your Mum’s in bed already so she won’t miss me… And as long as you’re fine with it Luke?” What choice did I have? He’d just caught us with our dicks in our hands and could’ve ripped us both a new one, but was instead being more chill than I’ve ever seen him. I glanced at Jake who was beaming at me again, “yeah, come on Lukey.” I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “Yeah, sure Dad.” Fuck. “Pull up a seat, Mr. P, I’ll pack you a bowl.” Jake offered enthusiastically, bouncing over to the coffee table. Thankfully Dad sat on the couch opposite me, taking a long swig of beer as he sat down. He was wearing only a tight pair of boxers which fitted snugly on his thick, hairy thighs and a bathrobe, which fell open as he reclined back into the futon, revealing his hairy pecs and firm gut. “You been hitting the gym, Jakey? Lookin’ good, kid,” my Dad remarked to Jake, who was squatting down next to the coffee table, still only in his underwear. “I sure have, sir. Glad you noticed,” Jake blushed. Show off. Dad didn’t seem to mind us being almost naked, in fact, he didn’t comment on it at all, which confirms that he definitely saw what we were watching, and he definitely knew what we were about to do. Jake finished packing the pipe and passed it to my father, who took a long drag and held it in for a while before exhaling smoothly like a pro, not coughing even a little. Maybe he was more experienced than he let on. “Nice one, coach.” Jake commented, pulling up a seat next to my father as Dad passed him the pipe. Dad shot him a little wink as he took another long sip of beer. “Damn, that hit the spot,” he sighed lazily, tilting his head back closing his eyes as a big silly grin spread across his face. “What sort of movie were you boys watching, anyway?” My Dad asked, teasingly. Of course he knew. “You wanna see?” Jake asked while holding in the hit he just took. “No!” I cut in. It was kind of cool getting high with my own father but watching porn with him was a whole other level of awkwardness I was not prepared for. “Aw come on Luke, relax bud. We’re all men here,” Dad assured me. Jake laughed and agreed, before reaching for the remote and switching the T.V. back on. The scene popped back on the screen and my eyes were magnetised immediately, as my dick began to twitch in my underwear. “Shit, they didn’t make porn like this back in my day,” Dad said in a low voice. I never thought I’d hear my father say that. Jake passed me the pipe and then sat back down next to my father, sliding down the couch a bit more and widening his legs until his knee was resting against my fathers. Jesus, did he have any concept of personal space? My father reached down and adjusted his junk through his boxers, spreading his legs, too, until he was thigh to thigh with Jake. Jake began openly massaging his cock and balls through his underwear once again. He wasn’t shy, I guess. My Dad noticed, “getting excited there son?” Jake just looked my dad in the eye and nodded, blushing a little. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.” That was all he needed. Jake slipped his underwear right off and began openly jacking his still sticky, beautiful dick in front of us both. My Dad’s eyes lingered on Jake’s dick for a moment, before turning back to the screen. I took another hit and followed suit, taking my underwear off and starting to jerk off once again. My Dad, not one to be left out, stood up and dropped his boxers. Jake’s eyes were on my fathers cock. My eyes were on my father’s cock. It was massive. A big, hairy tube of flesh swung out in front of him like an elephant’s trunk, before he sat back down on the couch and let it slap against his firm, hairy belly. Of course I had seen my Dad’s flaccid dick, but it had been a couple years. I never could’ve even imagined the monster it grew into when erect. “Holy shit that’s a big dick,” Jake stated bluntly. My dad chuckled heartily then lifted his hips, while giving his third leg a gentle stroke, “Not too bad yourself there, Jakey boy.” My unattended cock drooped a bit. I stared back at the screen and picked up where I left off – lubing up my cock and pumping it full of blood once again. “Oh, chuck us some Luke,” Jake said, effortlessly catching the tube I tossed while keeping his other hand steadily pumping up and down his pink rod. He lubed up again then offered Dad some. “Yeah, sure”, he purred gruffly. maraş escort Then, to my utter disbelief, Jake squirted a massive glob of lube in his hand and applied it directly onto my dad’s thick meat, making Dad’s eyes roll back in his head. Jake kept stroking slowly, covering every inch in lube, and gradually picked up the pace to match his own. I was no longer watching the porn – like Jake and my father, I was staring at my best friends hand wrapped around the thickness of my dad’s meat. “Good hands, boy,” Dad grunted. “Yeah?” Jake murmured quietly, looking up into my Dad’s eyes. Dad kept eye contact, just giving a restrained, deep moan in response. Then, to make matters worse, my father’s hand snaked it’s way into Jake’s lap, gripping his teenage dick in his big burly hands. “Fuck Mr P!” Jake exclaimed, his mouth hanging open. They were both breathing heavily, looking to and from each other’s cocks and occasionally at the porn on the screen. Jake used his free hand to push his hips up, thrusting up into my Dad’s fist. I looked up at his face as I continued stroking my own dick in time with them. He was flashing me a wicked grin while he fucked my dad’s hand. The porn ended. They kept going. My dad was watching jake’s thick cock moving up and down and Jake was staring directly at me. He lifted the leg that was pressed against my dad’s naked thigh and draped it over my dad’s knee. I stopped masturbating, beginning to feel almost nauseous at the sight in front of me. This wasn’t right. Jake noticed that I’d stopped and shot me a cruel wink before looking back at my father’s red, sweaty face. My father looked back at him as they continued pumping up and down together. I definitely did not do that with Jake. Then the inevitable happened – the thing I had been fearing. Jake pulled himself up and leant over my dad’s lap and took the head of his fat cock into his mouth. My dad did not know how to react at first. He threw his hands up, eyes widening with panic and disbelief, then, as Jake took as much of my Dad’s horse cock down his throat as he could, my father’s head fell back onto the headrest of the couch, and he let out a deep guttural moan of defeated satisfaction. “Dude-” I croaked out dryly, but it was too late, Jake was slurping down my dad’s entire cock by now, and Dad was completely out of it, lost in the ecstasy I can only imagine. When he snapped his head forward again, he looked down at Jake’s blonde curls bouncing up and down on his lap. My dad pushed back his own hair which was now wet with sweat. “You boys do this too? Lukey?” He asked breathily. I didn’t reply. I was too fucking high for this. Jake moaned in confirmation, turning his head slightly to look me straight in the eye as he engulfed my Dad’s manhood. “Fucking hell,” my dad exhaled. I’d never heard him swear like that before. Jake gagged a little before he continued suckling greedily, and a quiet, low moan escaped my dad’s lips. Jake moaned back in response. This was fucked up. I was basically watching my father cheat on my mother with my best friend and I was just letting it happen. I was powerless. I’m not sure whether it was from the weed or from the shock, but I was completely numb and paralysed. My dad ran his fingers through Jake’s curls and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down further on his cock making him choke again, saliva slowly dripping down my father’s massive swinging nuts. With his other hand he was holding his own head as he stared up at the ceiling. He was high as fuck, I could tell. I’m not sure he even knew what was happening. In one motion, Jake rolled over from his sitting position so that he was lying flat on his stomach, giving him better access as his head was still buried in my fathers lap. My dad finally lifted his heavy head and looked down in amazement. It was like he had forgotten I was here entirely. He reached down with the hand that wasn’t bouncing my bestfriends head off his balls and ran his hairy hand down Jake’s tan back until it reached his pale bubbly ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly like dough. Jake moaned louder, almost whimpering. My dad let out another low groan. I guess he did know what was happening. He slapped Jake’s ass – hard. Jake’s mouth popped off my Dad’s throbbing dick as he threw his head back and squealed in pain. My Dad tightened his grip on the back of Jake’s head and forced the whole length of his fat wet dick back down Jake’s throat. Jake gripped my father’s muscly thighs tighter as my dad began fucking his throat with reckless abandon, causing Jake to begin making sloppy choking and gagging noises that I’ve only ever heard in porn. My Dad’s pendulous balls were bouncing up and down obscenely, occasionally slapping Jake in the face and flinging saliva everywhere. Jake came up for breath and turned to me, grinning, his face bright red and dripping with saliva, lube and precum. “Enjoying the view, Lukey?” He said mockingly, in between long, greedy licks down the shaft of Dad’s dick. My Dad let out a weird, half-chuckle and looked over at me lazily. “Pack another bowl for your dad, Luke.” Jesus, hadn’t he had enough? He looked high out of his mind. But maybe that was just the effect Jake’s mouth had on him. Before I could even reach for the pipe, Jake’s swivelled around and he climbed off the couch, grabbing the pipe and ground up bud from the table, “I gotchu, Mr P.” My Dad was panting heavily, half-lidded eyes carefully watching Jake’s plump little ass wiggle as he packed a huge bowl for my father. He sat back down – right onto my Dad’s naked lap. “Haha, good boy Jakey,” Dad huffed, spreading his legs. “You first, sir,” Jake grinned at me while lifting it over his shoulder to where my Dad’s face was. My father leant forward and placed his mouth on the pipe while Jake sparked it. My dad took a massive hit, running his free hands up and down Jake’s naked thighs and eventually resting them on his hips. Jake held the pipe for him as he stroked his own pipe lazily. After packing another small bowl for himself and ripping it through while Dad ran his beefy hands all over my friends naked body, Jake put the pipe down and reclined back onto my father’s chest, pushing them back into the couch. Jake had each leg draped over my father’s own legs, making his handsome mardin escort dick stick out from his body, which my Dad soon started kneading and jerking off with both hands. “Good boy Jakey,” my dad repeated. Without warning, Jake picked the pipe back up and took a hit, then held it in as he turned to my father and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face towards his own until their lips were almost touching. My dad’s mouth dropped open and Jake exhaled, breathing the smoke directly into my father’s lungs. He held his face like that for a couple moments after he finished, and just as I thought the unimaginable was about to happen, my Dad pulled back, tilting his head away and exhaled the smoke. “Holy fuck, I’m high,” my Dad laughed sheepishly, looking over at me with a. Jake just stared at him dreamily. This was too much. I needed to get out. I stood up, and blood rushed to my head making me feel even higher. I excused my self to the bathroom, mumbling something about taking a piss. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like forever, letting the cool water dry on my face before splashing it again and repeating. The sound of the running tap was almost relaxing, and I gradually felt my heartbeat slow down in my ears. This has gone too far. My Dad is not gay. He loves my Mum. He’s not in his right mind and Jake is taking advantage of him. It’s not right. I’ll just go back out there and tell Dad we’re turning in for the night. Everything’s going to be fine. I gave myself a quick slap on the cheek and shut the tap off. The silence of the bathroom filled my ears, which was then followed by another quiet sound… whimpering? I cautiously stepped out into the pool room and was met with the back of their heads resting together. Jake now had his arms around my Dad’s neck and was leaning back into his chest again. Great, Dad was milking his dick some more I bet. Hopefully he’ll cum soon so he can get the fuck off of my father’s lap. It sounded like my dad was whispering softly in between Jake’s quiet whimpers. Jake never made those noises when I jacked him off, what a show-boat. I slowly walked around the back of the couch and turned to them again as I sat back in my spot. My heart dropped to my stomach. Jake was slowly impaling himself on my dad’s cock. What. The. Fuck. He turned to me and his wincing face instantly changed into an expression of glowing pleasure. “Lukey,” he moaned, eyes flickering with an intense lust. My dad’s head snapped to the side and he finally realised I was back. “Luke! I’m-Unghh, I’m so sorry buddy.” He moaned out, as he squeezed the final inch of his thick, throbbing manhood into my best friend’s virgin ass, staring pleadingly into my eyes with a look of apologetic shame mixed with a wild look of animalistic hunger. Luke cried out in pleasure as he ground his tight pink hole down on the hilt of my dad’s cock and Dad let out a guttural moan, loud enough to echo throughout the guest house. How the fuck did Jake even fit that entire thing in his ass? I collapsed back into the seat and picked up the pipe as a feeling of manic resignation washed over me. This was happening. I cleared the bowl and squeezed my eyes shut. They were breathing so heavily, with my Dad occasionally whispering what sounded like “that’s it, son” and “take that dick boy”. The room was silent except for the wet slurping sound of my Dad’s cock sliding in and out of Luke’s ass along with my Dad’s whispers of desperation and Luke’s boyish whimpers. They were fucking right in front of me and they didn’t care. They were in their own world. Jake’s whimpers turned into small cries. “Good boy, Jakey.” My Dad kept repeating. “Such a good boy.” “Fuck you’re so big, coach.” Jake said, loud enough for me to hear. I could feel his stare burning into me. The slick wet noises picked up in pace. Luke cried out, his cries echoing through the room. “Fuck your Dad’s cock feels amazing, Luke!” Jake gleamed. This sick fuck. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. They were both completely naked now and covered in sweat. Dad’s giant hands were lifting Jake’s knees to his chest, exposing his perfect pink hole sliding up and down on his massive rod. “Lukey wants to watch Mr. P!” Jake laughed between loud moans. I looked down and my cock was rock hard again. Fuck. I hated this. “Don’t tell Mummy, buddy. Don’t tell Mummy.” Dad pleaded, panting as his heavy balls slapped against my best friends wet taint. Jake stared me in the eye, cheeks bright red, mouth hanging open, tight pecs bouncing in rhythm with his hard cock which was flinging precum everywhere as it slapped against his stomach. “I won’t, Daddy” he whimpered, all the while still grinning at me like a maniac. I fucking hated him. My Dad swore loudly in response, in an almost angry tone that I’ve only ever heard on the field, and I jumped a little, before he then proceeded to fuck Jake even harder, squeezing Jake’s thighs up to his chest in a bear hug, and making him cry out in both agony and ecstasy. The slaps of Jake’s ass against my dad’s lap were so loud. Jake was now yelling. My high was still peaking. I felt like my mind had abandoned my body. “FUUUCK! FUUUCK! FUCK ME DADDY!” Jake screamed. My Dad screamed in unison as he pounded the fuck out of Jake’s ass. His screams were gravelly and hoarse, a scream I had never heard come from him before now. And still somehow he fucked him harder and faster. The neighbours must`ve heard it. My mum must’ve it. They didn’t give a fuck. They were lost in eachother, staring directly into each others eyes. I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. And he did. I opened my eyes and a cold shiver washed over my body. My Dad now had his mouth clamped around Jake’s mouth, in a passionate yet sloppy kiss. He kept fucking his as hard and as fast as before, in an incredible display of stamina and power. He was a fucking beast. I looked down at my cock in my hand, rubbing it raw from how hard I was beating it. I couldn’t stop myself. I was beyond gone. Jake was looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he sucked my dad’s tongue further into his mouth. “I’m cumming Daddy!” he said between desperate kisses, crying in ecstasy. “Cum for me baby! Cum for Daddy!” And he did, without even touching his cock. My father came too, with one final cry of despair and joy, deep in Jake’s guts. They were drenched in cum. I was drenched in cum. My father was still slowly slipping his tongue in and out of Jake’s open mouth. Fuck.

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