Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2016 16:39:39 -0500 From: Stevie D Subject: Wishing it Was Dad "One more rep! Fast hips! Stand tall!" I dropped the loaded bar from overhead and a thunderous crash echoed through the empty converted warehouse. "Great job Van!" Tim, the head coach at the CrossFit gym slapped my muscled back in encouragement. I had just finished my workout with some heavy snatch triples and was feeling a little rubber legged as I stepped off the Olympic lifting platform. I grabbed my water and stood in front of one of the huge fans flanking the industrial sized garage doors. "You're going to be running through everyone this season out on the field." Encouraged Tim as he strode over to me. "I know, I feel like I'm twice as strong as I was last year going into the season." I replied with a grin, "Oh shit! I gotta run, I'm gonna be late for work!" I picked up my bag of clothes I had tossed on a folding chair earlier and hustled out to the back of the building where there was a crudely built outdoor shower from a hose. I quickly stripped down and jumped inside the small enclosure, shuddering as the ice cold water cascaded over my body. The inside of the small stall door had a mirror and I was able to check myself out as I lathered up. A newly minted 18 year old, I had really filled out the last 2 years. At 6'3 I had to duck my head a little bit to fit under the showerhead and my broad shoulders made maneuvering in the cramped stall difficult. But the fruits of my labor were evident; I had a defined and strong chest above a shredded midsection and powerful back. All supported by a pair of explosively powerful legs and ass. It had taken me awhile to get any muscle on my once wiry frame, but I worked my ass off, since there was no way I was getting anywhere on the playing field without some power and strength. As a standout in lacrosse, basketball, and track, I needed to be well rounded. Within minutes of jumping under the showerhead I was pulling on my Home Depot work polo and I hustled back through the building and out front to my car. "Catch ya tomorrow Van!" called out Tim. "Sure thing, thanks bro!" I yelled as I hopped into my jeep and sped off. There just aren't enough hours in the day; summer lacrosse practice, workout, summer job, hang with friends, sleep, repeat. And now with the summer coming to an end I somehow have to fit school into that list. Luckily, I was entering my senior year and had already had a few great schools looking at me for a lacrosse scholarship. I knew I had to be on top of my game both in the classroom and on the field this year. I obviously liked to keep busy which was pretty much expected of me, coming from a family of overachievers. My mother was a lawyer and tenured professor at Georgetown University who also ran marathons in her spare time. My older sister had just entered her last year of surgery residency after a distinguished volleyball career in college, which included making the Olympic team as an alternate in London at the 2012 games. My older brother had played football at West Point and graduated with honors before becoming a Green Beret in the army. But, the one who I revered most, in more ways than one, was my dad. Mark Falk had a brief career as an NFL tight end, mostly relegated to practice squads, before making use out of his degree and joined a small engineering firm. After years of work, he became CEO. Eventually, he followed his athletic passions again, and opened a CrossFit gym in our hometown in Virginia. The gym grew quickly and soon, he was running the engineering firm and managing 4 gyms across the county. Not only had he become incredibly successful in business, but also my dad kept himself in tiptop shape. His passion for sports had always fueled him with a competitive edge. All this combined to make him my walking wet dream. I had spent countless hours in my adolescence jerking off to him, knowing how taboo and wrong it was. Luckily, with my full plate of activities, my lack of a girlfriend never raised too many eyebrows. I had known I was gay from a pretty young age, but I never felt the need to share it with anyone, especially since my taste in men would have been deemed inappropriate. I stuck to letting off steam with my right hand. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! I fumbled with my cellphone to turn off the ringer. It was 2 Mondays before school started, which meant that it was time for summer lacrosse practices to switch from skill based to conditioning and team play. The dog days of summer were typically used this way in order to get ready for the season and to weed out those players who couldn't hang. Practice started at 7am but I always arrived early to get some extra work in. The competitive perfectionist in me wouldn't allow me to be second best in anything I did. This was an especially grueling day, consisting nearly only of conditioning. Coach Palmer looked to the captains to set the tone so I made sure to push myself as hard as I could in every drill. "Damn, Van, you must have spent the whole summer in the weight room. Way to push yourself out there today." Coach Palmer complimented me as we walked back in to the locker room after practice. "If we want to win state this year, someone's gotta step up!" I grinned back at Coach Palmer. "If we win state this year I guarantee you will have your choice of college offers. I don't need to tell you how much we're gonna be leaning on your leadership this year." Replied Coach Palmer as he broke off the conversation and walked into the coaches' office near the entrance to the showers in the locker room. Coach Palmer had been a frequent character in my jerk off fantasies. He had taken me under his wing as a junior, molding me into a technically sound midfielder and a leader on the team. He had been one of the most successful coaches in the region during his 10-year tenure as the lacrosse coach, leading to the best players in the area attempting to switch schools to learn under his tutelage. But this was no time to reflect on my head coach, I had to hustle on over to the gym in order to make my 9:30am workout time with Tim at my dad's flagship CrossFit gym. Tim had been instrumental in helping me gain the strength and power that I needed to compete at the highest level. He was 31, a former wrestler and former personal trainer who took over the job as the head trainer of all locations when my dad started expanding last year. That day was one of the days that Tim was working out with me. He liked to do this to give himself a different kind of challenge in the gym, and I liked it because not only did it stoke my competitive juices, but Tim was incredibly hot and any chance that I got to see him shirtless, I relished. The gym wasn't air conditioned, as it was a converted warehouse, which was basically a huge open space. Thus, most workouts, especially in the summer, ended up shirtless. The workout we were doing was a tough mix of heavy power cleans and then general back work. "Fuck, it's hotter than I expected today." Puffed Tim as he collapsed on the ground after his last set. I was leaning against the wall, looking over at Tim, his slabs of pec muscles heaving, trying to catch his breath. The light dusting of blond chest and stomach hair glistened in the light streaming through the large windows and open garage doors. "No kidding, practice today was 2 hours of running" I huffed as I slid down the wall I was leaning against into the sitting position. "That's intense but it's what it takes, bud." Replied Tim as he sat up, "I have to get going to the South County gym, have to cover the noon class." With that Tim made his way out to the back shower. On the way out, he shed his shorts, and shoes so that he was clad in only skin tight compression shorts. His legs were columns of power, each step his hamstrings bulged and stretched and his tight ass wiggled ever so slightly. There were makeshift locker rooms at the gym, but with just the 2 of us there when he trained me, Tim and I never felt the need to be bashful. Though times like this I struggled to conceal my interest in Tim's body. Within minutes, he was walking back into the gym with a towel loosely draped over his lower body. His abs popped after such an intense workout and his whole torso acted like a shredded V pointing to his crotch. He stood a lot shorter than me, around 5'9, but possessed a more compact build that came along from a long career wrestling in college and then working as a fitness coach. Tim leaned over to where his bag was stationed on a chair a few feet away from where I was still sitting against the wall recovering from the intense workout. "You excited to finally be a senior this year? You'll get your run of the place not to mention your choice of girls." Asked Tim as he nonchalantly dropped his towel and reached over to grab his clothes. It was the first time I had ever seen Tim naked. His cut penis hung completely soft but heavy against a pair of shaved nuts that clung close to his undercarriage, most likely still chilly from the shower. His blond pubes were trimmed short, but not buzzed all the way down, he clearly took care to make things look neat down there. "I guess so. More excited for the season to start I think. I've never really had that much luck with the ladies anyway." I replied a little embarrassed. "No worries, bro, you'll be the big man on campus when you get back. Plus soon you'll be a stud college player and they will all fall all over you." Encouraged Tim. His smooth ass bulged and spread just enough for me to see down his crack as he bent down to put his boxer briefs on. I thought I could see his tight little hole at one point but my eyes might have been playing tricks on me. The mounds of smooth, pale muscle framed his crack so nicely, I just wanted to reach out and grab them. Luckily for me, I was still in my full workout attire and my compression shorts hid the boner that had been throbbing inside since I watched him walk away to take a shower. "Or is it you aren't into them?" asked Tim. He had caught me staring; his question snapped me out of my daze and my face burned red. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but then a smile came over Tim's face and his blue eyes twinkled. "Not everyone is into girls, dude. Your secret is safe with me. But I gotta run, I'm going to be late. Lock up when you leave, and wipe that stupid embarrassed look off your face, man, it's nothing to be ashamed of!" reassured Tim as he rushed out the door and hopped in his car. I didn't have much time to think about what Tim had just said, but I decided that I shouldn't be embarrassed by my feelings and that I needed to go with the flow some more. I had always planned on waiting until I left my little hometown in northern Virginia to try and lose my virginity but that is when I decided that I wanted to make it happen sooner than later. I thought about jerking off quickly at the gym, but looking at the clock, I didn't have time. I was going to be late for work. That afternoon at work, I could not get my head on straight. I was sleep walking though my shift with a raging boner. Tim's little pep talk seemed to have awoken something in me, I felt more confident and a little more brazen. My extreme horniness also helped me be bolder. That afternoon I drew loading duty. Some people had called out sick so I had to step in and cover for them. I had to load up all the big purchases made into the back of people's cars. Not super glamorous and I was beat from practice and lifting with Tim. "I didn't realize how much I bought but seeing it in my truck, I think I might have got too much." Joked the man whose car I was loading up with his purchases. "Depends what you're building, sir." I replied as I lifted the last of the asphalt and concrete bags into the rear of his BMW X5 SUV with sweat dripping off my face, arms, and staining my work polo shirt. "I'm resurfacing a basketball court in my backyard for my youngest son. Just getting ready to go to high school this year." Replied the man. "Oh cool! I wish I had that in my backyard. But I got a lacrosse goal so it's all good." Catching my breath from loading all the bags of mix into the car. "You play ball too?" "Yes sir, been on varsity since I was a sophomore." "I knew you looked familiar. My older boys played with you, Kevin and Ron, they must have graduated a few years before you. You're Van Falk aren't you?" "Yes Sir, I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wells." I said extending my hand to shake his. "Likewise, you are a very impressive young man. Are you going to play ball in college?" Mr. Wells shook my hand with a firm grip. It was obvious that Mr. Wells was just leaving work when he stopped in. He wore a dress shirt with the collar button undone letting the fabric stretch over his broad chest. The shirt was snug on his powerful upper body. I threw wood immediately and only hoped that the jock I was wearing would rein in my throbbing member. "Thank you, sir. I'm hoping to get a scholarship for lacrosse." I replied "Very good! Hopefully you don't give up on basketball though. Brent could use someone to show him the ropes." "Don't worry, I have no plans on giving up ball this year I enjoy it too much. Do you have anything else that needs to be loaded up?" It was then, when I looked up again after quickly maneuvering the flatbed cart out of the way of a motorist parking diagonally from Mr. Wells that I noticed it. Mr. Wells had been staring at the bulge in my shorts with his mouth slightly agape. I don't think he noticed that I had said anything and I swore I saw a bulge growing in his nicely tailored dress pants. "A-hem," I cleared my throat, "Do you have anything else you need to be loaded into your car, sir?" I asked, blushing and not sure how to proceed. "Nope, that is it, Van. Thanks for your help today." Mr. Wells jumped out of his daze blushing just slightly. He handed me a crisp $20 bill as a tip and turned back to his car. I thanked him and grabbed the flatbed cart to begin heading back to the store and see who else needed help loading their purchases. Full disclosure, I was pretty bummed that this didn't lead to anything. "Van, would you like to help me out resurfacing the court? It's a two-man job and my house is empty until Brent gets back from basketball camp. Obviously, I'll pay your for your trouble." Called out Mr. Wells as he turned back to me. "Of course, sir! I work here until 6, but I am free afterwards." I wheeled around when I heard his voice and jumped at the chance to spend more time with this man who clearly got me going. "Perfect, just come on over after you finish." Mr. Wells handed me a business card that he had quickly scribbled his address on with a pen from his car and gave a quick wink as he got in to drive off. I shoved it in my pocket and made my way back to the store to try and get through the rest of my shift. The last two hours of work were grueling, lots of people were coming in to try and finish projects before autumn set in. I spent the whole time constantly loading up the cars of strangers with just about everything imaginable. By the time I finished I was completely drenched and my muscles ached but I couldn't be more excited to get over to the Wells house. Even though I knew nothing would happen; I mean he was a married father of 3! I just knew that I had to be near him. I didn't have any clean clothes in the car so after hopping in the car I made my way to the Wells house. It turned out that they lived pretty close to my family's house down the familiar roads of my neighborhood. My Jeep rolled to a stop in front of a large two story house; the driveway ran up to an attached garage along with a larger unattached garage adjacent; it then turned right along the front of the house and turned back down to the street below. The front yard was well manicured with well maintained landscaping. I walked up the long drive to the front door and rang the bell. I'm not sure what I expected to happen but I was shaking with excitement and nervousness. When the door opened, I was greeted by Mr. Wells clad in much more casual clothes. He wore an old pair of workout shorts showing off his impressively powerful legs and trim waist and a beat up t-shirt that covered up an equally well kept and muscled upper body. The material of his shirt clung to his broad shoulders and mountainous chest, accentuating the valley between his pecs. "Glad you could make it, Van. You made good time, I'm just setting up out back." Mr. Wells shook my hand and motioned for me to come inside. The feel of his firm handshake brought my cock to immediate attention, aching for relief. Mr. Wells showed me through the foyer and down the hall to the kitchen, then through the kitchen and out to the backyard through large French doors. Outside, there was large fenced-in in-ground pool and hot tub off to the right set a little above the house on a leveled off part of the hill, complete with a full pool house. To the left of the deck and patio which we were standing on was the basketball court. A halfcourt complete with paint, foul line, and three-point line. The court itself had seen better days. "Let's get down to it; we don't have much time before the sun begins to set. I want to get as much done today as possible." Suggested Mr. Wells "Of course, sir. Do you mind if I...?" I asked Mr. Wells as I slowly began to take off my work polo that was still totally wet with sweat. "No problem, looks like you've already put in a hard days work!" he replied I pulled off my shirt and revealed my chiseled upper body. My muscles were still pumped up from my full day of physical exertion and the sheen of sweat made them glisten in the late afternoon sun. I was standing in my work shorts and shoes as Mr. Wells mapped out how were going to proceed. We quickly got to work. I have to admit, it would have been a lot for one person to do in an afternoon. But with my help, we were able to finish the job in great time. The sun had already set by the time we had finished, but Mr. Wells had brought out some floodlights from the detached garage so that we could finish the job. The work had been a lot more physically demanding than I thought it would be and the late summer humidity hadn't broken. "I can't believe we got this thing done in one night." Breathed Mr. Wells as he plopped down into a deck chair, dripping sweat "Me either. That was a bigger job than I thought it was." I replied sitting across from him. "I'm going to grab a drink and order a pizza. You want any? I'm starved." Announced Mr. Wells as he got up from and wandered inside. "Sure thing, sir. I already told my parents I wouldn't be home for dinner." I said even though dinnertime had long since passed. I enjoyed the calm night as I sat back in the chair. Mr. Wells had been gone for almost 10 minutes when he emerged from the house with 2 beers and no shirt. "I figured you put in a man's work today so you can have a beer with me, bud." Mr. Wells set the bottle down in front of me. I was too in awe of him to say anything at first. Mr. Wells was about 6'1, a little shorter than I was. His frame was stacked with muscle; his stomach was flat with only the slightest hint of paunch, this was framed by powerful obliques and lats which led me gaze up to his chest. His chest was two mountains of muscle stretching out to his broad shoulders and capped with perky erect nipples. Mr. Wells sat back in his chair and took a swig of his beer; I did the same without my eyes leaving his body. We sat there in silence for a few minutes; his gaze was over the pool and off to the end of the yard. Slowly he turned his eyes on me. "I was thinking we could cool off in the pool... or do something else..." Mr. Wells broke the silence. I was snapped out of my stare. He had caught me taking in his body, but he didn't seem upset, in fact, a smile grew across his face. I looked into his grey eyes trying to read the situation. It was hard since I had never been in this kind of situation before; but I remembered my promise to myself that afternoon. "What do you have in mind, sir?" I asked "Van, you've been staring at me all afternoon and evening. I think we both know what the `something else' is." Mr. Wells stood up and walked around the patio table to where I was sitting. He settled right next to me to where his crotch was at eye level. I could smell his sweaty musk through the thin material of his work shorts. The sizable bulge concealed within had grown since he came back out of the house. I shot a quick look up at his face and he gave a slight nod. At that, I reached out and felt the bulging fabric. It was warm as I kneaded it around the cock trapped inside. Mr. Wells moaned softly at my soft touch. I then realized that he might want this as much as I did. "Go on, Van, take it out. You know you want to." Goaded Mr. Wells I didn't need a second invitation. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and jock both at once and slid them down his strong legs. Out flopped his big cock. I sat there salivating as I lightly gripped the already throbbing member. My large hand could hardly encircle the beast between Mr. Wells' legs. "That's it, kid. Go on, taste it." I looked up at Mr. Wells' handsome face again; he had a serious look on but then gave a reassuring wink. This time, more deliberately I leaned forward and licked his flaring cockhead. I couldn't believe what was happening, I pinched my leg just to make sure I wasn't dreaming! Mr. Wells' cockhead oozed out a dribbled of precum onto my tongue. The saltiness was satisfying and I wanted more. Gripping the base of his cock, I engulfed the whole head in my mouth and circled it with my tongue, exploring this uncharted territory that I had so longed to explore. I kept trying to slide more and more of this length down my throat, but the girth was giving me some trouble and I gagged a little. "Just go at your own pace, bud. My piece can be hard to handle." Chuckled Mr. Wells My tongue slid down the underside of his head, taking in every millimeter of flesh. Mr. Wells' hand rested gently on my head slowly stroking my hair. I began to relax and I felt more and more of his cock slide into my hungry gullet. DING! DING! The sound of the doorbell jerked our attention away from my first blowjob. "Ah shit! I forgot about the pizza." Grumbled Mr. Wells as he slowly removed his cock from my mouth. Mr. Wells pulled on his shorts without his underwear and quickly walked into the house. I did the same and followed him into the kitchen. From the kitchen I could hear him answer the door and pay for the pizza before locking the door after closing it. He walked back into the kitchen in only his shorts, which did nothing to hide his obscene erection. "You want to take this upstairs?" Mr. Wells asked. "Yes, sir, I do." I replied. Getting more confident and daring I grabbed Mr. Wells' hard meat through his shorts and felt it pulse in my hand. I then leaned in and planted a kiss on his mouth. Our lips separated and I was able to explore the inside of his mouth as I gently tugged on his throbbing cock. Mr. Wells worked his hand down below the waistband of my shorts and jackstrap. Hungrily, his hand searched for and found my hole. I moaned into his mouth as a shiver a pleasure ran up my spine. His index finger continued to slide over my asshole, driving me into a frenzy of lust. "I don't think I can wait to get you upstairs to see this." Growled Mr. Wells lost in lust. He then ripped down my shorts and underwear, freeing my throbbing, dripping cock to slap my abs. He gave me a full look over now that I was completely naked and my young ripped, muscular body was totally exposed. His eyes seemed to devour my flesh as a grin spread across his face. "Damn, kid, you are hung. Might even be bigger than me!" cooed Mr. Wells as he grabbed my throbbing 9incher. "Uhhhhhngh!" I moaned at the first touch my unit had ever felt besides mine. A constant stream of precum oozed from my piss slit as Mr. Wells slowly jacked the long, thick girth of my throbbing cock. My balls were churning, I felt the load brewing in my nuts; I was getting close. "Fuck, kid, you are too much. I have to get in that ass." Mr. Wells nearly begged as his free hand ran over my exposed hole again. He let go of my cock and felt up my smooth body. I was tingling all over at his ravenous touch. He groped my taut flesh and kneaded my muscles until he found my erect nipples. The index finger of Mr. Wells' free hand found my mouth and easily parted my half open lips as I moaned out loud. By this time we were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, throbbing cock to throbbing cock. Both of our cocks were leaking on each other as my hands began to invade his body. As I explored every inch of his exposed skin with my hungry hands; I felt Mr. Wells' wet finger at my backside. He stroked my nipples as he slowly applied pressure to my hole, willing it to give into his invasion. He looked up into my eyes as he planted his lips on mine. I grunted into his mouth as our tongues connected when his finger slid into my hole. "Shit you are tight. Is this hole cherry?" asked Mr. Wells as he broke the kiss and sank his finger knuckle deep into my hole. I was lost in this new sensation. All I could do was nod affirmation that his finger was the first thing that had ever entered my ass. That this I felt his cock throb against mine; it seemed to egg him on as he began to slide it in and out of my tight hole. Suddenly, Mr. Wells broke eye contact and removed his thick digit from my ass. He grabbed my throbbing member but must have sensed that I was close and quickly let it go again. "I don't have any lube, kid. We're gonna have to make do with something else." He thought out loud. I watched as he walked to the fridge and pulled out a stick of butter with a grin on his face. I was paralyzed with lust as he sauntered back over to me. "I haven't done anything like this since I was in college. I still can't believe I am risking it now, but taking your cherry will be worth it." Said Mr. Wells as he unwrapped the butter and spread it over his fingers. My hungry eyes devoured the married father of three as he got behind me and bent me over the counter. I felt his long thick index finger slide into my ass once more; after it got knuckle deep it slid out and it was joined by his middle finger. I moaned at the sensation of the second finger stretching out my tight hole. The mix of discomfort and pleasure kept me going. The slick, thick fingers slid in and out of my ass, getting into rhythm and becoming less uncomfortable by the second. Before I knew it, I was pushing back on his fingers each time they slid in. "Hey Sport, I think you're ready for more." Suggested Mr. Wells. "Uggggh yes." I was able to somehow moan. I had my eyes closed, still bent over the counter; when Mr. Wells called me Sport, the nickname my dad had always used with me, his image popped into my head and I somehow became more in heat. The fingers withdrew from my hole, and the emptiness seemed more unfamiliar than I remembered. The emptiness didn't last long as the stick of butter landed on the counter next to me, nearly totally unwrapped and the head of Mr. Wells' penis was knocking at my back door. "Relax, once it gets in it will feel great." Cooed Mr. Wells. I knew he was full of shit since he told me few minutes ago he hadn't done anything like this in years; but his deep voice soothed me and I felt myself ease up just enough for the thick head of his cock to pop in. Mr. Wells groaned as the head made its way passed my stretched ass ring. Once the whole glans was in, he paused for a minute to let me get used to it and rubbed my shoulders to help me relax. Slowly he began to push more and more of his thick shaft into my ass. The discomfort from before returned in full force but I tried not to clench as his cock made its arduous journey into my guts. Suddenly, it all felt incredible when I felt his cock rub against what I would later find out was my prostate. My cock throbbed and spit out more and more precum as I let out a moan and Mr. Wells was able to inch in the remaining length up my ass. "Fuck kid, you took it all!" bellowed Mr. Wells as he slowly began to rock his hips, allowing his cock to make short smooth thrusts. Slowly, Mr. Wells lengthened his thrusts and I became more and more comfortable with his cock up my ass. Soon, he was pulling nearly all the way out so that just his cock head was left inside my vice grip tight ass before sliding it all the way back in. The sound of Mr. Wells' balls slapping my ass as he began to pick up the tempo filled the room. Every time that his cock slid over my prostate I couldn't help but let out an audible moan. "I can't believe you're taking it, Sport!" yelled Mr. Wells as he lightly slapped my ass cheek. "Fuck me, Da-d" I responded, trailing off as I realize what I was saying. Mr. Wells shoved his cock all the way in and stopped. I couldn't believe what I had just said; he called me Sport again, it just took me back to the fantasies of my father. It was the longest ten seconds of my life until Mr. Wells pulled his slick cock out of my ass. "Let's change position. Sport." He whispered in my ear, being sure to put extra emphasis on the `Sport'. He'd obviously picked up on my slip and what had made me slip. I slowly turned around, blushing beet red but with my cock still throbbing between my legs. If I could have, I would have crawled into a hole and died. Mr. Wells was sitting on a kitchen chair with his member pointing straight up from his lap, glistening with precum. I walked over to him and straddled his lap, hovering my ass over his engorged cock. His lips parted and let out an inaudible moan as my ass lips spread over his shiny bulging cock head, sliding farther and farther down the shaft. "Fuck yeah, Sport, you're taking me like a champ now." Grinned Mr. Wells as he bounced his hips and thrust into me again. He kept thrusting up this way, harder and harder. Each time he bottomed out in my ass my body shook. He leaned forward and sucked me left nipple into his mouth causing my cock to spit out more precum. "Go on, Sport, tell me how you wish I was your daddy fucking you." Growled Mr. Wells. With that he gave one last thrust, the hardest yet. I couldn't take it anymore, my cock exploded all over his torso. My ass spasmed out of control around Mr. Wells' cock as jet after jet of my hot cum covered his chest and stomach. All I could focus on was that he was right; I wish it were my dad fucking me. Slowly I lifted myself off his cock and collapsed onto the hardwood kitchen floor. My ass was already sore and I had just taken my first load up my ass. I looked at the clock and realized that it was getting late. "Thanks sir, I can't believe we did that." I sheepishly grinned up to Mr. Wells, still sitting in post orgasmic bliss on the kitchen chair. "You too, Van. That was some of the best I've ever had. You should probably be getting home though, don't want your parents to worry." With that I got dressed while not taking my eyes off of the magnificent man sitting on the chair in front of me. As I was about to leave the front door, I felt a pat on my ass and turned around. "See ya later, Sport." I was hard in my shorts before I even got to my car; I'd have to jerk off again when I got home.