My Best Friend’s Dad
 by: Hankster

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Tom Garrett and I, James O’Connell, met in kindergarten.  We only lived two streets apart, but our paths had not previously crossed.  Neither of us had attended day-care or pre-school.  Both our mothers were stay-at-home moms.  In spite of that, neither of us ever had any siblings.  We became instant friends, and by the time we were in second grade, we began to have Saturday night sleep-overs.

Because of our friendship, our folks finally met.  By alternating our weekly sleep-overs, one set of parents was assured of a date night at least every other weekend.  I know what the average reader is thinking.  By sleeping together in the same bed every Saturday night, we would begin to have sex.

WRONG!!!

We both identified ourselves as straight.  In fact, as we got older, all we talked about was getting laid by one of the cheerleaders of our high school’s baseball, football and basketball teams.  Tom and I were both on the baseball team. 

When we were very young, Mr. Garrett accompanied us to Tom’s room when I slept over there.  He got us undressed in the bathroom, and he made sure that we washed well (behind our ears, under our foreskins, etc.).  Then we would put on our jockey shorts, and he would tuck us in. 

Too many times I heard him remark, “You’ve got a cute little ass there, Jimmy.”  The remark made me uncomfortable, but more than that, nobody called me Jimmy.  My folks always called me Jamie, and when I got older, they always called me James.  So I was uncomfortable on two levels.

As we got older, we prepared ourselves for bed.  We gave up the jockey shorts, and began to wear pajama bottoms.  Even though there was no longer a need for sleepovers, we continued the practice, and we slept in the same bed well into our sixteenth year.  Neither of us thought anything of it.  We both jerked off, and we knew it, but we never did it together in the same bed.  In short, our sleepover beds were totally chaste.

I tell you all this, so you will realize how bazaar the rest of my story is.

It was a Saturday, and it was my turn to sleep over at Tom’s house.  We had texted each other at about 3 PM, and we made plans to hang out at the mall that evening with some friends.  I told him that I’d pick him up at 7 PM.  We both had obtained our drivers’ licenses almost a year ago, shortly after our sixteenth birthdays.  My dad graciously bought me an old heap for tooling around locally.   It just wasn’t highway worthy.

I arrived at the Garrett’s house and rang the front doorbell.  Usually Tom had the door opened before my finger left the bell, but tonight there was a delay.  The delay was long enough that I rang the bell a second time.

Mr. Garrett answered the door.  His hair was wet, and he was still tying the sash on his bathrobe.  I was pretty sure that he had nothing on underneath.

“Hell,” he said, “I forgot you were coming over tonight.  Come in, will you, and I’ll give you the news.”

I was really worried.  Something was wrong.  I could tell that Mr. Garrett was home alone.  Where were Tom and his mother?  He motioned for me to sit on the sofa in the living room, and he sat down next to me.  His robe parted and most of his leg became exposed.  It was the leg next to mine, and I felt it touching me.  I was wearing cargo shorts, so it was skin against skin.  Strangely, it didn’t make me uncomfortable at all.  I didn’t give it a second thought.

“What’s wrong?” I dared ask.

Mr. Garrett took my hand, and for a split second I thought something terrible had happened to Tom.  I held my breath waiting for him to start talking.

“Shortly after 3 PM, we got a call from Albuquerque.  Mrs. Garrett’s father died very suddenly of a massive heart attack.  He had no prior history, and he was a hale and healthy man.  It was quite a shock.  Tom and my wife ran upstairs to pack, and I called the airlines.  I was able to get them on a flight leaving in an hour and a half.  I couldn’t go with them due to work commitments.

“We literally flew to the airport.  Neither of them had time to call anyone, nor were they in the mood to make any calls or even to text anyone.  They are both grieving heavily.  As soon as we got there, I spoke to an airline official.  They rushed them through security check, and on to the plane.  The doors literally closed behind them.  I got home a short while ago.  I was just getting out of the shower when you rang the bell.  I would have called you if I had remembered, but my head isn’t on straight yet.”

“Gee, I’m really sorry, Mr. Garrett.”

“You’re all grown up now, Jimmy (ugh, Jimmy again).  Please call me Frank from now on.

“Ok.  It’s a deal, if you stop calling me Jimmy, and call me James.”

Frank broke out laughing and he put his hand on my knee.  Once again, I found myself kind of liking it.

He removed his hand and I stood up.  “I guess I’ll leave now,” I said.

He grabbed my hand.  “Please don’t leave, James.  Hang out with me tonight, so neither of us will be lonely.  I know you’re under age, but I’ll make you a cocktail, and I have some adult films we can watch.”

Tom and I had purloined a few adult films from his father’s drawer, but I didn’t want him to know.  Besides if I had seen it, it wouldn’t hurt to see it again.  I smiled at him, and said, “Finally someone is treating me like a grown-up.  Thank you for that, Frank.  It all sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Fantastic,” he said.  He stood up, and went to the bar to make us drinks.  “I’m making a scotch and soda for me, and a whiskey sour for you.  It’s relatively mild.”  He mixed the drinks, turned around, and I gasped.

His robe was not pulled all the way around, and his front was totally exposed to me.  Frank’s cock was not totally flaccid.  It seemed to be about to rise.  It was at least seven inches long, uncut and very hefty.  I had seen Tom in the locker room often, and when we prepared for bed.  The two men’s cocks were clones.  The difference is that Tom’s cock had no effect on me, but Frank’s was arousing me, much to my amazement.

“Are you hungry?” he asked me as he handed me the drink.

“To tell the truth, Tom and I had planned on fast food at the mall, so I am a little hungry.”

“Good.  Let’s have our drinks, and then I’ll make us something.  I’m no cook, but I can put together a couple of sandwiches.”

“That’ll be fine; better than fast food,” I smiled at him.  He had made no attempt to cover up, and I was having a hard time not to stare.  Frank seemed oblivious to his state of nakedness.   I had no way of knowing, but maybe nudity was a way of life in this house, when Mrs. Garrett wasn’t around.  Tom wasn’t here to ask.

The whiskey sour tasted like lemonade.  I had no idea how lethal it could be.  I practically guzzled it down.  Frank drank his cocktail more slowly, but when he saw I was finished, he put his drink down.  “Come into the kitchen with me, and I’ll make those sandwiches,” he said.

I followed him into the kitchen, and I was a little unsteady on my feet.  I didn’t give it a second thought.  It never occurred to me that I might be slightly drunk. Frank pulled some sliced processed turkey from a container in the fridge, and took out some whole wheat bread from a bread box.  He put mustard on his sandwich and I asked for ketchup.  He took one bite and excused himself.  He left the room.

About three minutes later, he brought in his unfinished drink and gave me another whiskey sour.  “This’ll help wash down the turkey,” he said.

We finished our sandwiches and our drinks.  Frank put the dishes in the dish washer, and took my hand.  He led me back into the living room, and made me another drink.  He had me sit down on the sofa facing a very large TV screen.  He fiddled with some buttons on the remote, and the TV set lit up.  He opened a drawer in the TV console, and removed a DVD.  Tom and I had never known about this drawer, so I assumed I would see a fresh film.

He popped the disk into the player, pushed some more buttons, removed his robe, and sat down next to me on the sofa.  I was pretty drunk already, and I didn’t get upset at all with his additional nudity.

“Why don’t you get comfortable like me?  Nobody should have clothes on when they watch porn.”

I smiled at him, and stripped quickly.  I was only vaguely aware of what was going on.  Who cared?  When the tape started, I barely noticed that it was a male tape.  I said nothing, but Frank said, “I always watch gay porn when I’m alone.  It’s way hotter than straight porn.  You’ll see.”

I smiled stupidly at him.

The film began with two naked, muscular young men sitting on a sofa, just as we were.  They leaned into each other and began to kiss.  I’d never before seen men kiss so passionately, and I cringed.

“You’ll get used to it,” I barely heard Frank whisper.  “I’ll help you.”  He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss.  I didn’t resist.  His tongue parted my lips, and my head began to swim as his tongue tickled mine.  He took my hand and put it on his cock, which was now fully erect.  I began to fondle it, thinking how nice another man’s rod felt in my hand.

He took my cock into his hand and began to stroke it.  It was still soft, but it got hard super quick.  We were stroking our cocks, and I glanced at the screen.  The two men had twisted into a sixty-nine position and they were eating each other out.

I shocked myself by saying to Frank, “Let’s do that.”

“Patience,” he answered.  “Before the night is out, we’ll do all of that, and much, much more.  Your folks expect you to sleep over, so we have all night.”

We stroked our cocks, and watched the porn tape a little longer.  One of the guys was eating out the other’s ass.  That turned me on to the point where I wanted to experience that badly.  Frank sensed what I was thinking.  “I told you,” he said, “Before the night is ended we’ll do it all.  How would you like to go upstairs to my bedroom?”

I nodded.  He stopped the DVD, and he had to help me stand up.  He held me under the arm all the way up the stairs.

Finally I said, “I’m so used to sleeping in Tom’s bed.  Could we sleep there?”

“Sure, son, anything you want.”  Why did he call me son?

He laid me down on my back and then he put his body on mine, but he was in a sixty-nine position.  “You said you wanted to do this,” he said, expecting that I might be wondering what he was doing.

“You bet,” I smiled back.  He started to suck me first.  I held back for a few seconds and then gobbled his beautiful prick into my throat.  I was high, but not so drunk that I couldn’t pay attention to his cock-sucking technique.  I tried to emulate.  I must have done well, because Frank started to make little whimpering sounds.  Suddenly, he pulled away.

“Let’s not cum this way,” he said.  It’s much more satisfying to fuck, and cum in each other’s asses.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned.  Where was I coming from?  My mind wasn’t my own.  It occurred to me that Frank may have drugged me.  If he did, I didn’t care, nor would I accuse him.  I felt too damned good.

The next thing I knew, Frank had turned me on my stomach and he had a couple of greasy fingers up my ass.  He was reaming me, presumably to stretch me.  His lubricated cock entered me with little pain.  I was nearly anesthetized from the whiskey, and that helped.  I didn’t realize at the time that he went in commando.  I didn’t even care about that.

When he came up my ass, he growled like a dog about to attack a stranger.  The feeling of his cum filling me up, was mind boggling, especially since I came at the exact same moment.  His cock had stimulated my prostate, and blown me off.

That’s about the last thing that I can remember about that wonderful evening.  When I woke up, sunlight was streaming into the room.  I was lying in Frank’s arms, with my head on his chest.  I had no desire to move.  Frank made me feel safe and protected.  For a brief moment I wondered if I should get up and bolt out of there.  But I decided to see if Frank was asleep, and if he was, I’d wait until he got up.  Maybe we should talk about this.

I looked up into his face.  He was smiling at me, and leaned down to kiss me.  I kissed him back.  It felt so wonderful.

I was cold sober now, so I cuddled up to him to let him know that I was alright with what had happened.  “I don’t understand,” I said.  “I always thought you were straight.  For sure, I believed I was straight.  I’ve never had sex with a girl, but it couldn’t be better than this.” 

“I assure you,” he smiled at me again.  “It isn’t.”

“Talk to me, please,” I begged.

“Let’s get up and shower.  I’ll make breakfast before you have to go home.”

I never had a shower like that one.  Frank and I kept soaping our cocks, and sticking our soapy fingers up our asses.  I wished it would never end, but I made it end because I wanted to hear what Frank had to say.

He made us bacon and eggs, and as we ate he tried to explain everything to me.

“I knew I was gay from a very young age, James, but I was so ashamed, I knew I would have to hide my true passions.  I had many clandestine encounters with other boys and men over the years, and then I met my wife, Meg.  We got drunk one night and we fucked each other.  After that, I thought I could successfully lead a main stream life, and we married.

“It doesn’t work that way.  From the beginning of the marriage, I sought out male companionship.  Since you were a little boy, I craved that cute ass of yours.  Thank you for last night, son.”

“No need to thank me.  I loved it.  Do you think we could have another go around this afternoon?  My folks are going to visit my aunt and uncle.”

“You bet, come over as early as you can.’

“I gotta ask you something Frank.  Does Tom know about you?”

The biggest grin I ever saw crossed his face.  “That’s what I was going to talk to you about next, but it’s getting late.  You go home now, and I’ll tell you about that when you get back later.”

I thought it was cruel of Frank to leave me hanging like that, but what could I do.  I got back to his house at 2 PM, and told him I was good until about 9 PM, because my folks, and my uncle and aunt, were going out to dinner.

We rushed upstairs again.  “We’re using my bed this time,” Frank giggled.  “It’s bigger.”

We got ourselves worked up with a great game of sixty-nine.  I fought hard not to cum, and then Frank prepared us, and I fucked him.  Wow!  While I was coming down from my high, I asked him to answer my question if Tom knew about him.

He put his arms around my shoulder and once again I found my head on his chest.  I started to play with the hair on his abdomen and with his pubic hair, while waiting for him to gather his thoughts, and tell me what I longed to hear.

“Last year. Meg went to a spa for a four day, long weekend, with some of her girlfriends.  Tom was due to spend that Saturday night with you.  Do you remember you got sick, and began to run a fever, and your folks sent Tom home.  It was about eleven at night.  I had a friend, a trick, who came over about 8 PM.  I never heard Tom come in, and he caught us while Joe was fucking me.

“I was panic stricken.  Joe jumped up, dressed and ran out of the house.  When he left, I found Tom curled up in his bed.  I begged him to let me talk to him, and I told him just what I told you.  I implored him not to tell his mother.  What he did next was absolutely shocking.  I’ll never forget it.  He sat up in bed and embraced me.  What’s more, he kissed me on my lips.

“You’ve helped me decide something, he said.  He told me that he was gay too, but he was planning on marrying, and suppressing his true nature.  He sobbed, and said that he didn’t want to do that.  He wanted to be true to himself.  He told me that he would never marry a woman.   I hugged him and told him I’d give him all the support I could.  He said that the only one he was afraid to come out to, was you, James.”

“Why is that? We’re best friends.  We tell each other everything.”

“Because he loves you, and he’s afraid to lose your friendship.  I hugged him and held him tight, and advised him to tell you as soon as possible, but he hasn’t had the nerve.”

I started to sob.  “Yesterday, I couldn’t have been the man he wants me to be, the man he needs.  But today, I’m all his.  I can’t wait to tell him.  I’ve got to know something, and I beg you to be honest with me.  I won’t love Tom nor you any less.  Did you and he enjoy the same ecstasy together, that I just did.”

Frank smiled.  “Oh yes, we did.  Holding him in my arms and comforting him like I did, something came over us.   We started to kiss each other, and then our hands reached for our cocks.  It was the most wonderful thing that either of us could imagine.  In no time at all, we were having full blown sex, and I found myself instructing my own son how to make love to a man.”

“Like you taught me.”

“Exactly like that.  I did it because I wanted you to experience the joy of male to male sex, but it was really a wild hope that you would be inclined to love Tom, and give yourself to him.”

“Thank you Frank.  The sex was great, and you made me realize how much Tom and I love each other.  It explains why, at nearly seventeen, we still want to sleep together.” I sobbed and I began to kiss him as passionately as I could.

Just then my cell phone rang.  I glanced at it, and saw that it was Tom.  I decided to play it cool.  “Hi buddy,” I said.  “I’m so sorry for your loss.  Your dad told me when I came over for our sleepover.”

“Thanks James.  The funeral is tomorrow and we’ll be home on Wednesday.  I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too, buddy.  See ya.”

“Frank, please don’t tell Tom about us.  Next Saturday when we have our sleepover at my house, I want to give him a big surprise.  After that, we’ll tell him everything that happened.”

“I really think that will be a hoot,” Frank said.  “Maybe we can have a threesome from time to time.  For now, let’s hit my bed.”

Tom called me the minute he got home.  It was very late on Wednesday, and he told me that he would see me the next day in school.  I did my best to keep things as near to our old normal as possible all that day, Friday and Saturday.  On Saturday evening we hung out at the mall as we had planned to do the week before.  My desire to suck Tom’s cock was overwhelming me, but I tried to remain cool.  I wondered what he was thinking.

We got to my house, said good night to my parents, and retired to my bedroom.  We washed together in the bathroom, and put on our pajama bottoms as we always did.  When we crept under the cover, I did something I had never done before.  I hunkered up to Tom.  My cock was resting comfortably in his crack, and it was fully erect.

He didn’t say anything, but I felt his body tense.  After a long silence, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve always wanted to do, but was too chicken to let you know.”  He pushed his ass hard against my cock.

“Put your arm around me,” he commanded.  I did, and he took it and laid my hand on his exceptionally hard rod.

“Do you think we should remove our PJ’s?” I asked.

“Darn tootin’,” he said.

“Before we do anything, Tom, I have a confession to make.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll still love you.”

I told Tom all about how his father seduced me, but I begged him not to be hard on the man, because his purpose was to make me see how much we loved each other.  I also told him that I knew all about his sexual relationship with his father.

“You don’t hate me?” he asked.

“Don’t be a jerk.  I’ve loved you our whole lives, and I’m not about to stop now, especially when we are about to have sex for the first time.  Your father even hinted at a threesome sometimes.  I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t.”

“We’ll see.  It’ll probably happen.  Next to you, I love him most in the world.  Now didn’t you have something in mind?”

I sure did.  I rolled Tom on his back, and gave him a long and sensuous trip around the world.  When he was dripping pre-cum and begging me to take him, I did, and that was the beginning of our lives together.

Posted: 05/30/14