Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2006 03:17:34 -0800 (PST)
From: cshengals@yahoo.com
Subject: Spying on Friend's Dad

This Story is pure fiction and any similarities between this story and
anyone living or dead is purely cooincidental.  This story includes
sexual situations between a man and an underage boy.  If this is illegal
in your area don't read it.  If you find this material ofensive, don't
read it!

My Best Friend's Dad

One day when I was about 12 I was playing over at my best friend Matt's
house.  He lives with his Dad and his parents are divorced.  Since Matt
was the youngest of a very big family his parents were considerably older
than most parents of 12 year olds but his Dad was still very sexy in a
rugged kind of way.  He was always very quiet and unassuming.  Matt
always liked to play spy by hiding in places and watching people.
Towards the end of a long day of playing we wound up hiding in Matt's
Dad's closet just because it seemed like a fun place to hide.  Since it
was a fairly large walk-in closet we easily fit in there.  That's when we
heard the water running and realized that his Dad was taking a shower.
As quickly as we heard the water running, we heard it shut off and
realized his Dad was coming out.  This caused some excitement in me
because even at that age, I had already realized my fascination for older
men.  Matt was shocked and embarrassed because, like most kids the
thought of his Dad naked was not something he wanted to see.  Even though
I was dying to see Matt's rugged, slender, older Dad naked I of course
didn't want to come across like I did so I feigned disinterest and
slouched towards the back of the closet, blocking my view of what was
about to come out of the bathroom.  Matt came and slouched against the
back with me and proceeded to comment on how gross his Dad was naked.  We
then heard the bathroom door open and heard footsteps as his Dad entered
the bedroom and proceeded to dry himself off and get clothes out of his
drawers.  The thought of what was just a few feet away from me was
driving me crazy.  I imagined his wet, slender body, covered with
hair...this was so overwhelming that my own dick had sprung up in my
pants.  Matt continued to whisper how gross the whole event was while his
Dad got socks, shorts and a t-shirt out of a drawer and eventually left
the room.  The closet we were in was full of suits and work clothes
apparently so that's why we got away unnoticed.  The whole event had me
so worked up that that's all I could think about all that day and the
next day.  I imagined what would've happened if Matt wasn't there.  I
could've gotten to see his Dad in all his naked glory and the thought had
me hard all day.
The next day after getting my chores done, I made my way over to Matt's
house as I always did although my thoughts this time weren't really on
Matt.  When I got to the house I knocked on the door and my heart skipped
a beat as his Dad answered the door.  He looked so sexy.  His salt and
pepper hair slicked back, a nice white t-shirt hiding a very hairy chest
but showing off skinny but hairy forearms.  For a man in his late 60's he
was very rugged and sexy.  Matt's Dad also drank too much and was evident
when the door opened as the smell of stale booze eminated from his
breath.  "Hi" he said.  "Matt's not here.  Didn't he tell you? He's at
his Mother's until tomorrow."  A slight slur accompanied his speech which
indicated he wasn't trashed, just having an awful nice buzz.  My heart
raced as I realized that I was alone with his Dad at this very moment.  I
also realized that since Matt was going to be gone, I wanted to get one
of my computer games back so I'd have something to play tonight.
"Oh well...c-can I get one of my g-games back?"  It was obvious how
nervous I was.
"Sure" he said, "c'mon in."  He never said much and was always very shy
around me and most everyone.
And with that I brushed by him and entered the house.  I could smell his
manly musky scent as I walked by which made my head spin even more.
"You know where they are right?" he said as he headed for the stairs.
"Just go ahead and grab it and let yourself out, I'm gonna take a
shower."
With those words I realized the situation I was in.  I was alone in the
house with this sexy, older man who was a little drunk and who was about
to take a shower.
I headed up to Matt's room to grab the game I wanted as I heard his Dad's
bedroom door close.  After standing silent for another moment, I heard
fumbling in the bathroom and eventually water running.  The dick in my
pants was about to explode.  I gently fondled myself as I thought about
his naked, sweaty, hairy body entering the shower and water running down
it.  Even though it seemed so risky and so dangerous, I headed towards
his Dad's bedroom door.  I slowly opened the door to see that the door to
the bathroom was closed and he was indeed in the shower.  As my heart
skipped a beat, I tip-toed along the wall to the walk-in closet.  I
quietly opened that door and slipped inside.  I sat a little more upfront
and to the left than I did the previous day when Matt was in here with
me.  I made sure I was close enough to the front of the door so I could
see out.  My dick was so hard and throbbing as I sat quietly not
believing I was really doing this.  Sure enough, the water soon stopped
and after some fumbling in the bathroom his Father came out into the
bedroom.  He had a towel on but I could still see his nice slender hairy
chest.  This was more than I had ever seen of his beautiful body.  He had
nice hairy legs, and once again his chest was amazing.  Just seeing that
was enough to make my little dick explode.  I started to fondle as I
watched him.  He walked over to his nightstand which was close to the
closet and took some sips from a drink he had there.  Gin and Tonic.
It's what he always drank and I could smell it.  As he did that, his
other hand went for his towel and just like that, Matt's Dad was standing
completely naked only feet from me.  My eyes immediately found his dick.
I couldn't believe I was actually seeing it.  It was beautiful; a semi
erect 6 inches of meat dangling against extremely low hanging balls.  His
pubic hair was still damp from the shower and my eyes were just fixated
on the whole thing.  My hand, which had been fondling myself this entire
time, started to undo my pants.  I undid my button and then took down my
fly.  With a quick flip of my underwear I had myself in my hands and I
started to jerk feverishly.  He just looked so good standing there.  As
quickly as this situation became wonderful, it changed very quickly.  I
tried to shift my weight in order to jerk easier and my head banged
against the closet door.
Matt's Dad immediately threw open the closet doors and there I was on the
floor with my pants down and my hard 4 inch dick sticking straight out at
him.
His face quickly turned an angry red as so much yelling poured out of him
that I couldn't even make sense of all of it.
"Goddamed...fucking kids....what the fuck...where did you come fr....have
you been in there this w....what were you d...."
All this volume was being thrown at me as I tried manically to hike up my
pants.  I was still on my knees and I didn't even want to look at him.
His words, although still angry started to slow a bit as he gained
knowledge of the situation.  As I started to try to get up, a nuetral
hand stopped me.
"Were you watching me?"
I still couldn't look at him.  His other hand went for my chin and
brought my head up to look at him and his still naked body.  "Were you
watching me naked?" As he asked this I realized his dick was starting to
get harder.  "I saw you had your pants down. You were watching me naked
and playing with yourself weren't you?"  There was a cooler tone starting
to dominate his speaking as he caressed my chin.  "Yeah you were jerking
off while watching me..." his voiced drifted off as if there was more to
the sentence.  "...and you liked it..."
At this point I was frozen.  So many things were rushing through me at
the same time that it was overwhelming.  Part of me wanted to run.  Part
of me wanted to cry.  Part of me wanted to reach over and play with his
dick which was now fully erect.  I was so scared and confused that all I
could do was nothing.  His voice got quieter.
"Yeah..." he said.  His hands went slowly up my chest across my shoulders
to the collar of my T-shirt and I realized he was trying to undress me.
"Let's just take this off..." He was so quiet that he was almost
whispering as I lifted my arms straight up allowing him to pull my
T-shirt up and off.  I was so nervous that I was shuddering.
Did I want this?
Was this right?
I sort of asked for this...
Didn't I?
With my shirt off, his bony fingers went right for my nipples.  He slowly
caressed them and the feeling was so intense that I arched my back,
looked straight up at the ceiling and started breathing heavier than I
ever had before.  His face was right against my ear and I could hear him
now at a complete whisper.
"Yeah..." he said.  "Does that feel good son?"  As he spoke I could smell
the gin on his breath which now seemed sweeter.  My feelings intensified
even more because now his left hand was on my groin area.  I breathed
even louder as I wrestled between how wonderful this felt and how wrong
it really was.  I had wanted this but now that it was happening, the
intensity was so overpowering that I was having trouble making sense of
everything.
Still I moaned and gasped as he went further.  Now my pants were off and
I could feel his warm hands working me more and more.  Were were both now
standing.
Had we been standing?
He stood behind me whispering dirty sensual words that further melted
me.  He was grinding his dick into my back.
"Yessss boy....you like that.....ohhhh yeeeaaahhhh....it feels so
goooood...."  I couldn't believe this was him!  He never sounded like
this and didn't even seem capable of this behavior most of the time.
This was his private side that no one got to see.
And I was seeing it.
  His one hand caressed my chest and nipples as his other hand, just
having accomplished pulling my underwear down, was loosely rubbing my
dick.  My moaning increased.  Suddenly I felt his warm tongue runing up
and down my neck.
Could this feel any better?
As quickly as it was along my neck, it was suddenly in my mouth.  He
moaned as I felt his warm and salty lips and tongue splashing against my
own.  My head got even heavier as I went further into Matt's Dad's warm
fantastic haze.  Suddenly hands grabbing me.
Forceful not violent.
Socks
Underwear
Off
I was now naked
I felt my back bounce against the bed and then the weight of his warm
musky body on top of me.  His tongue was all the way in my mouth.
"Yeahhhh" was all he kept saying...muffled by my mouth of course.
Hands exploring my radioactive body.  I had no control of what was going
on.
His warm tongue was all over me.  My nipples...
He couldn't stop playing with my nipples.
"Yes" suddenly escaped my mouth which seemed to ignite him even further.
"Yesss..." He moaned.
"Yes" I said back
Now we were in a question and answer game as he further and further
worked me.  I momentarilty felt a stabbing finger attempting my rectum
but then he went back to rubbing my nipples and grinding into me with his
dick.
I was so scared to do anything.
I wanted to touch him everywhere but what if that somehow stopped
everything?
Did I want it to stop?
Did I want it to continue?
Instead I concentrated as our tongues did battle in eachother's mouths.
I could feel the hair on his chest rubbing against my bare skin.  The
thought of this man in his mid 60's defying what everyone says is wrong
and sharing this side with me was incredible.  I suddenly became aware of
my dick and how on fire it was.  Never had I felt this amazing.  I had
come a few times before but something told me this was going to top them
all.  As if on cue he reached down and took my dick into his hand.  He
gave me a confirming look as if to say this was it and that I better get
ready.
Slowly he started to work me up and down.  His hairy forearm looked
magnificent as it worked up and down on me.  I thought about how many
"rules" he was breaking by doing this.  I thought about how his 6 kids
all in stages of adulthood, except for Matt, had no idea about this side
of him.  I thought about all the handywork that forearm had done.  I
thought about how that hand, at one point, took another hand in it's own
and wore rings of commitment.  I thought about how that hand had cooked
dinner countless times for his family.  Now it's only purpose was to work
me into feverish orgasm; how all he wanted to do right now was to make me
come.
He wanted it.
He wanted to see me give it to him.
He wanted that cum so badly.
Now his hand was at full stroke.  Back and forth.  A stoic look flooded
my face as he sat over me and gazed into my eyes.  I looked straight back
at him and felt my orgasm building.  He felt it in my gaze and worked
harder.
I arched my back and was ready.
All I needed was his permission.
Again as if on cue he looked into my eyes and knew.
..."Yeah son-" was all he had to say and I was off.  My back arched even
further as the room filled with my moans and grunts.  Down below, cum was
shooting out of me at rapid pace.  I felt it splash against my chest,
against his chest, against my face and arms.  I could hear him moaning
and groaning too as if in approval of my performance.
I felt like I had cum for hours because of the magnitude of the entire
thing.  I closed my eyes to soak in the last wave of pleasure this 60+
year old man was giving me.
...
And it was hours later that I woke up.
And everything had changed.

To Be Continued...