Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 23:21:54 -0600 From: CdnCub Utah Subject: My Best Friend's Dad - Part 1 My Best Friend's Dad By CdnCubUtah This story depicts sexual situations between legal adults at least 18 years of age or older and those reading the story should also be as such. The work is fictional and any connection or resemblance to real people is a coincidence. This is my first real attempt at erotica and I plan on writing additional installments to this story, please feel free to send feedback to cdncubutah@gmail.com. If you enjoy reading this story and others posted, please make a donation to Nifty. ENJOY! **************** This was the last game of the rugby season and the score was tied, but Travis didn't let the pressure get to him, he played like he always played, hard. Travis was a high school senior, but as many did, you would think he was a junior in college because he was bigger and bulkier than most of his classmates. When most guys built a workout regime they worked to look good, to show off each and every muscle and to have that all popular six-pack that was so ripped you could grate cheese on it, but Travis' goal was strength. Those other guys looked good, but Travis could take a man down in seconds, which was why he did so well in Rugby and had been playing with the seniors since he was sophomore. They had been clobbering the opposing team up until the end of the first half but as usual, many of the guys started to get cocky, the opposing team was gaining, and in the last minute of the game they were only down by one point. The other team had the ball and if Travis and his teammates could hold them back they would win the game, but at the last moment one of their wingers broke free of the pack and was making a run for it. Travis was a big kid which is why he played fullback, he could take down pretty much anyone he came across, but he was also fast. Travis took off after the approaching opponent and with only a moment to spare he leaped on his prey, and the ball rolled to a stop only a foot from the goal line. The crowd erupted in a roar as they all started to rush the field, they had done it, they won. Travis' team tackled him and as they rolled around cheering and screaming they were surrounded by the crowd, which in this small town was pretty much everyone in town. Being congratulated by the coaches, students, parents, and everyone in town had Travis grinning from ear to ear. What a way to end his senior year. Travis noticed a man pushing his way through the crowd, he was a burly fellow dressed in mechanics coveralls, covered with grease and grime from a day of work. "TRAVIS!" he shouted as he reached his arms out, wrapping Travis in a bear hug. "Cutting it a little close there," he said with a deep chuckle. Travis laugh as he wrapped his arms around the stocky man, resting his head on his chest, almost intoxicated by the manly musk rising from the furry chest. After a long embrace the burly man let Travis go, smiled a warm smile, and slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Thanks for coming, it means a lot," Travis said as he smiled back. "You know I wouldn't miss it for the world, you worked hard for this son." He called him son, but Mr. Jensen wasn't Travis' dad, although he was the closest thing Travis had to a real father figure. Travis and his Mom Barb has moved into town about a month before Travis started high school, they had been living in downtown Denver, but things had to change. Travis' mom and dad had divorced about a year earlier and although it was pretty amicable his dad moved across country to take a job in New York, while Travis and his mom moved into an apartment. Originally it was going well, but when his mom lost her job they were forced to look at other options, which is when they relocated to this small Colorado town. He wasn't too keen on moving away from his friends but it didn't seem so bad when they moved in next door to the Jensen's. Normally Travis didn't have trouble making friends and within a few days he met Patrick Jensen, and he was pretty happy that there was a kid living next door that was the same age as him. Travis and Patrick spent a lot of time together before school started, and although they didn't share a lot of the same hobbies they had fun hanging out. Barb worked two jobs and although Travis wasn't a trouble maker, she felt better that he was able to spend many evenings at the neighbors', where Mr. Jensen could keep an eye on him. Brad Jensen was a single dad and he had lived in town all his life, and until a few years ago he had been married. However, one day his wife up and left without warning, but he didn't care much and had been enjoying the bachelor life ever since. He spent his time raising his son, running his garage, and he didn't have to answer to anyone, which was the way he liked it. He wasn't a strict father but the boys respected him, and Travis soon learned that Mr. Jensen was a person he could trust. If Travis ever needed something and his mom couldn't help, or she didn't know the answer, Mr. Jensen was there for him. Brad loved his son but they really didn't have anything in common, as Patrick was in the band, did theater, and wasn't really into sports. So when Travis came to town Brad was happy to be a role model for him and help teach him the ropes. Brad was the one that introduced Travis to rugby, coached him, helped him set up a workout routine, and was always there for him, just like a dad would be. After the big game Travis met Patrick at the side of the field where he was packing up his equipment with the marching band. Great game Travis!" Patrick said punching Travis in the arm. "Owww..." Travis cried as he fell to the ground holding his arm like Patrick had broke it. "Oh stop it you goob, that didn't hurt one bit," he said as he flipped Travis off. "Oh shit, should I call an ambulance?" Mr. Jensen said as he approached the boys with a grin. "No dad, he's just being a little baby I'm sure it's nothing that a good slap won't fix," Patrick said as he finished packing up his things. "Hey dad, is it okay if I go over Laura's house?" Patrick asked with a pleading grin on his face. "Yes Patrick, but if you aren't home before 1am I am going to come over there and ring your neck, understood?" "Yes sir, I won't be late. Her parents will be there, I'll have my cell phone, don't worry!" he said as he ran off to meet Laura. "He's got it bad for her," Mr. Jensen said as he put his arm around Travis' shoulder. "Yeah, he's in WUVVVVV" Travis replied as they both laughed. "Need a ride home son?" "That would be great Mr. Jensen, thanks!" he replied with a smile. "Son, we have known each other for 4 years, you're almost like family, stop it with the Mr. Jensen stuff!" he shouted in a joking way. "Sir YES SIR!" Travis replied with a fake salute, laughing as they made their way to the truck. As they drove out of the school parking lot Travis noticed a group of girls standing in front of the school and he slid down in his seat to avoid being notice. The girls were obviously waiting for someone and Travis' reaction told Mr. Jensen that he was the target of this gaggle of high school geese, which made him chuckle. They pulled up to the Jensen's and after another big bear hug the two went their separate ways. Travis often came home to an empty house since his mom worked nights, but he expected her home this evening. To his surprise the house was dark and he was alone, so he dropped his gear, in the front entry and headed into the kitchen. Although the house was empty he could smell something cooking, and as Travis entered the kitchen he saw a note from his mom sitting in front of the crockpot. The not read, "Sorry honey, someone called in sick and I had to head back to work, this stew is for you and the fellas. Congratulations on the final game of the season! Love, Mom." His mom worked a lot so it always made him smile when she went out of her way to make him dinner, even though he was old enough to fend for himself. Travis went to his room and slipped off his rugby uniform, tossing the shirt and shorts onto a chair in the corner. He sniffed his long stripped socks and cringed at the eye watering smell, he hadn't washed them for a month because the team decided it was good luck in the finals. He enjoyed the smell of sweat and there was something about the manly smell of the locker room after a hard game that turned him on, but these socks were too much. Travis sorted through a pile of slightly worn clothes smelling the occasional shirt and as he bent over his furry jock strapped ass reflected in the mirror on his closet door. Travis was almost twice as big as the other guys on his team, and even though he was 18 he had already started developing a nice layer of fur. He had a pretty thick patch of chest hair with hair around his nipples, and a bushy happy trail that lead down his thick hard stomach into his jock. Some of the guys teased him a bit for being so hairy but he didn't care. he liked being hairy, just like Mr. Jensen. He finally found a tank top and some shorts that weren't too sweaty, pulled them on, and slipped on a pair of flip flops. As he walked into the kitchen he looked out the window towards the Jensen's place and saw a big muscular shadow moving on the other side of a frosted window, which meant Mr. Jensen was still cleaning up from his day at the shop. He knew that Patrick would be out all night with his girlfriend, but he wanted to make sure that Mr. Jensen got some of the stew his mom had left for them. Picking up the crock pot and a bag of rolls he headed out the door and across the lawn to the neighboring house. Knowing that Mr. Jensen was in the shower he didn't bother to knock and just let himself in, heading to the kitchen to drop off the crockpot. As he entered the living room he notice Mr. Jensen's coveralls sitting on the floor just outside the door to the master bedroom, which was right off the main living area. He walked to the door and was about to announce himself when he noticed that the door to the en suite bathroom was ajar, and he had a perfect view of the muscular hairy man soaping himself up in the shower. Instead of calling out to let Mr. Jensen know that he was there he decided to enjoy the show. Throughout high school Travis had spent many nights sleeping over at the Jensen's, and he loved spending time with Patrick and his dad. On some of these occasions he had caught a glimpse of his friend's burly dad in the buff, and even though it was normally through the crack of an open bathroom door or his dad sleeping on the couch in his tighty whities, those images were forever etched in his mind. Mr. Jensen was soaping himself up and the site of this huge furry man covered in suds was getting Travis worked up, and his semi hard cock started to fight against his jock strap. Travis rubbed his bulge as he watched that furry back and ass in the shower. He wished that he could go in there and join Mr. Jensen but even though he had always wanted to do something like that, he never worked up the courage. Instead, Travis bent over and picked up the pair of discarded tighty whities that Mr. Jensen had been wearing all day at the shop and held them to his face. With a deep breath he inhaled the Mr. Jensen's musk from a sweaty day and an intense rush of adrenaline surged through his body. Taking another deep breath caused his semi hard cock to stand at full attention, popping out of the side of his jock strap, and Travis rubbed it through his shorts. Intoxicated by the smell and the sight of this sexy daddy Travis leaned against the wall, dropped his shorts, and started to take care of buisness. As he started to stroke his hard cock Travis bumped into a nearby display cabinet, knocking over some of Mr. Jensen's old football trophies. "Patrick, you home already?" Mr. Jensen called out as Travis quickly moved out of view. "No... Uh... It's me Travis!" he said as he pulled up his shorts and tried to calm himself. "Hey, son, what's up? Need something?" Mr. Jensen shouted. "No, uh... well my mom made some stew for us and I wanted to make sure you go some too. I'll be out here getting it ready when you are done. " Travis said as he dropped the pair of sweaty underwear on the floor and darted into the kitchen. It took a few minutes for Travis' heart to stop racing, but when Mr. Jensen came out Travis was sitting on the couch with two bowls of hot stew, rolls, a beer for Mr. Jensen and a soda for himself. Mr. Jensen walked out wearing only a towel, which let Travis see his big pecs and barrel shaped chest covered in a thick layer of fur that spread all the way down his rock hard stomach and into the towel below. He took a seat on the couch next to Travis and being so big the towel was barely hanging on where it was tied at the waist. The towel opened exposing a gigantic muscular thigh covered in hair and it stopped just before exposing the package that Travis really wanted to see. Travis' cock was now hard and throbbing again, so Travis adjusted uncomfortably in hopes that Mr. Jensen wouldn't see through his thin shorts. "Son it's nice of you to bring this over, I was not in the mood to make dinner." Mr. Jensen said as he slapped Travis on the shoulder. "No problem, it's the least I could do." he said as he passed the beer and stew to the half naked man. "With Patrick at Laura's I thought I would be all alone... he sure does love that girl." he said with a chuckle. "Yeah, I hear her parents were having a few of Laura's friends over for dinner, I'm sure they will have fun" Travis said with a weak smile. Mr. Jensen laughed, "Yeah, dinner," he said making air quotes, "you don't have to lie for him Travis, I know what he's doing and I am totally okay with it, he is a good kid." Travis forced a smile and shifted a little uncomfortably. Leaning forward Mr. Jensen said, "I know everything, and I have known since you two first started having sex with girls. Patrick thinks that I won't notice, but when you two take condoms from my stash I can always tell, and a couple are missing today, so I'm guessing with Laura's parents out of town those two will be going at it. I am just glad you two are having safe sex." He chuckled as he continued to eat his meal. Travis smiled and quietly ate his meal, worrying that he may have gotten his friend in trouble, but Mr. Jensen moved closer putting his big arm around Travis' shoulder. "Don't worry son, Patrick isn't in trouble, this is what guys your age do, they have sex. I can tell you I had quite a few private rendezvous with ladies when I was your age, but the important part is that you are smart. Anyway, I appreciate you helping my boy out." "What do you mean?" Travis asked with a puzzle look as he turned his head to Mr. Jensen, who still had his arm around his shoulder. "Well..." he replied, "I appreciate you showing Patrick the ropes, I was worried that he wouldn't really have the chance with anyone in high school and I'm sure you being so popular you had some sex tips for him." "Well..." Travis laughed nervously. "Don't be so modest, I see those girls throwing themselves at you boy." he replied as he tightened his grip around Travis. "Well Mr. Jensen, to be honest with school and Rugby I haven't really had time for girls, I... I'm just too busy." he said, knowing it was a lie. Travis was presented with many opportunities to lose his virginity, but he was never really interested in the girls that wanted to be with him. He played it off at school with the guys, but he really wasn't attracted to girls at school, which often made him wonder if he was gay. Travis hadn't really done anything remotely sexual with anyone, until he one night when he slept over at the Jensen's. A few years earlier when Travis was staying the night, Patrick pulled out a porn that one of his friends had lent him and they watched it together. Sitting back naked on Patrick's bed with his best friend jacking off right beside him, it seemed like that would be the time a young gay teen would have his first experience with another guy, but it wasn't. On the screen he watched an overacted scene of a teacher and a girl in what looked like a Catholic school girl uniform, and from the start Travis was turned on, not by the moaning school girl, or by his friend jacking off right next to him, but turned on by the older daddy figure. He and Patrick jacked off many times after that, and Travis quickly learned that if he was gay, he wasn't really that interested in Patrick he was more interested in someone like Patrick's dad. "Hello?!" Mr. Jensen said as he snapped his fingers in front of Travis' face, "Are you still with me?" "Oh... uhh... sorry... what were we talking about?" Travis said trying to break from his little day dream. "About you teaching my son the ways to land a lady! You sure you didn't take one too many hits during tonight's game?" he said as he laughed and squeezed Travis tighter. "Well Sir, to be honest..." he said awkwardly looking up at Mr. Jensen, "I'm a virgin." There was a small moment of silence as Mr. Jensen thought about what he had just heard, but before he could speak Travis added, "Well... not a virgin, virgin... I have fooled around with girls, like blow jobs, hand jobs, and um... going down on them and stuff, but that's it." "Oh, so all those condoms?" he asked with a curious tone. "All Patrick, and ooooh boy, does he love to fuck!" Travis added excitement in hopes to change the focus of the conversation to Patrick. "Well all right," Mr. Jensen said, "her I was thinking Patrick might be ga...." He stopped himself, but Travis knew what he was going to say, he thought that Patrick might be gay. "Don't tell Patrick I said that," he added, "it's not that it would have mattered to me if he was gay, he's my son and I love him. My best friend growing up was gay, so I know how hard it can be, and I hope you boys know you can always talk to me about anything. Alright?" "Yes Mr. Jensen," Travis replied but he was met with a stern look, "I mean, Brad." After a moment of silence, Travis spoke, "Well, there is one thing, BRAD," adding the first name with exaggeration. "Those girls you saw me avoiding as we were leaving the school. One of them asked me to go to prom with her and I said yes, but I know that night is going to be more than BJs and handjobs. Could I borrow some... umm...." Mr. Jensen laughed, got up and walked towards the bedroom already knowing what Travis was going to say, "Sure let me get you some things." As he walked into the bedroom his towel dropped revealing his thick legs, beefy furry ass, and with each step Travis could see balls and cock swinging between the legs. Travis jumped up and followed, stopping at the door and leaning on the frame as Mr. Jensen explained, "I'll give you some things to help out, and I want you to try them out before you get in a situation with a girl, so you actually know how to use them." As her stood there naked he rummaged through the drawer in his night stand, and the view of this burly man's ass sent blood pumping to Travis' semi hard cock. Mr. Jensen slipped into some white briefs and walking over to Travis he held out a box of condoms, "Do you need me to show you how to use these?" For a moment Travis' gaze dropped to Mr. Jensen's semi erect package, and while his groin screamed for him to ask for a demonstration, Travis replied, "No, we learned about this in sex ed., I think I'll be okay." At this point Travis was hard as a rock and wasn't even thinking about hiding it. "Travis these are the larger condoms that I use, and I'm assuming that Patrick must take after me since he uses the same ones, but if these are too big I'll get you something else." Momentarily Mr. Jensen's gaze dropped to Travis' package and saw his rock hard cock barely being held back by his shorts, and he chuckled, "but by the looks of it I don't think you will need anything smaller." "Go home, take care of that thing," he said as he firmly grasped Travis by the shoulder, "try the condoms out, and let me know if you have any questions. Okay?" Travis nodded and mouthed the words "yes sir" as Mr. Jensen pulled him in for a bear hug. He hugged Mr. Jensen tightly and as he did he felt Mr. Jensen's bulge throbbing against his stomach, which made Travis' cock do the same. "Love you buddy," he said as he released Travis from his grip and they walked to the door. Travis didn't reply, but it wasn't because he didn't love him back but it was because he wasn't sure in what way. As they walked out of the bedroom into the living room Mr. Jensen stopped and exclaimed, "LUBE! You can't be beating off without lube!" He turned back to the bedroom and Travis had flashes in his mind of his best friends dad laying back in bed, covering his cock in lube and jacking off into his tighty whities. "The underwear!" Travis thought to himself, looking down to the pile of clothes that was topped with the pair of sweaty underwear he was sniffing earlier. Diving towards the pile he grabbed the underwear, shoved them into the pocket of his shorts just as Mr. Jensen returned. "Okay son, have fun," he said with a smile, "don't stay up all night beating off, save some for that girl." "I won't Travis replied," as Mr. Jensen's big hand tousled Travis' hair. Travis walked down the stairs and waved goodbye and Mr. Jensen stood in the door in his tighty whities. He took one last look at the big daddy bear standing in the doorway, and stored that image in the back of his mind as he walked back to his house with condoms and lube in one hand, and the other in his pocket, tightly grasping a pair of sweaty underwear. Travis couldn't wait to get back to his bedroom.