My Friend's Dad the Beast

There was this one guy I used to be friends with in my last year of high school (we fell out after graduation), and we were pretty close. We'd go over to each others houses and play video games, eat junk food and watch movies. Although I'd never tell him though, one of the reasons I loved going over to his house was his dad.

Mr Jennings was such a man. I knew for a fact that he did almost nothing but work out during his free time, buffing him up so much. His arms were big, his legs were big, and his body was hot. A couple of times while me and my friend, Ed, were inside, I'd see him swimming in their backyard pool and get a look at his amazing body. He had and tan, amazing abs, incredible pecs and a long black tattoo over his right arm and shoulder. When he bent over to dive in, his butt was stretched out perfectly in his boardshorts. He had his dark hair shaved a while ago in a buzzcut, and from what I could tell from the pool, only a bit of hair around his belly that disapeared into his shorts. The few times I'd stood near him showed me that he was tall, taller than me by a good few inches.

Ed's dad and mom got a divorce a while ago, so Ed lived between them each week. That was what started this. I rocked up to Ed's house one day and rang the bell, but his dad answered instead. He was wearing a loose T-shirt that showed off his muscles and jeans.

"Hi Mr Jennings, is Ed home?"

Mr Jennings' face seemed to be fixed in a sort of frown. Whenever I saw him, he always had the same face. Emotionless but somehow smug... or maybe annoyance? I could never tell.

"Ed's at his mothers this week," he said, looking me up and down. I supposed he thought I was smarter and better friends with Ed than to make a mistake like this.

"Oh, sorry, I'll-"

"No, come in. You left something here last time you were here."

Mr Jennings opened the door fully and waited until I came inside. He held the door open with one arm and kept the other on his hip. With him in the doorway I had to squeeze a little to get inside. He followed after me and gestured for me to sit down on the couch. I did and watched him leave for another room. I started thinking about what I could've left behind. A video game? My controller? Probably. This wasn't the first time I'd left something, but it was the first time Mr Jennings and I had been alone.

Mr Jennings came back and sat down on the couch next to me, his hands empty.

"Saw a controller this morning in Ed's room," he began, "I thought it might be yours. But I just checked again and it was his."

I didn't know what to say to this. It was a bit awkward, and I couldn't decide whether to say anything, get up or do nothing.

"You come around here a lot, don't you," he said. It wasn't really a question, more of a passing statement.

"Yeah, Ed's a good friend," I say. I found it hard to look him in the eye, so I just looked at the wall behind him. Mr Jennings was a bit intimidating.

"He's always happier when he's got his friends around," Mr Jennings said. "I feel a bit better when they're around, too."

That shocked me a bit, so I managed to finally make eye contact. Mr Jennings was leaning back on the couch, his arms spread behind him along it, with his legs spread a bit. He was looking back at me, his head cocked on it's side a bit.

"Ed's always had a good taste in people..." he said, frowning more and looking me over.

"Mr Jennings?" I ask. He was starting to sound confusing. I wasn't sure exactly what he was getting at, but after a moment or two, when Mr Jennings had reached between his legs with his far hand and had started slowly rubbing his package, I understood.

"You were always one of the cuter ones..." he said. His eyes were looking all over my body. Inside my head, I was more excited that I'd been in a long time. I watched him almost hungrily, part of me wanting to see what he did next and another wanting his meat down my throat. I look around his body and see the outlines of his muscles and I can barely hold myself back. Mr Jennings moved his other arm, the one that was still stretched over the couch behind my head, and held onto my back. He slowly pushed me around towards him. I let my body follow his force without getting up until my face was almost touching the denim.

He stopped rubbing and unbuttoned his jeans. I helped with one hand and unzipped it with the other. I reached past his pants and inside his underwear, pulling out his huge cock. It was easily 7 inches, barely half hard. It was thick, too. I imagined how it would feel inside me... the very thought was painful but intoxicating. Mr Jennings slid his hand up my neck and onto the back of my head. I smelled his musky scent and lifted his cock into my mouth. It was still soft enough to suck like a pacifier, not even having to move my head. But soon it it got harder and longer, so I had to start moving.

Mr Jennings sighed, I wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or boredom. Either way, I picked up the pace. He started forcing my head to move faster, it was getting harder to keep up. I started to choke a few times on the rapidly growing pole, so I tried adjusting my head and neck to allow his cock to push deeper down my throat. Mr Jennings grunted, and I felt his cock tense up. I thought I was starting to please him, and I smiled through his cock. Mr Jennings shifted where he sat and I saw him taking off his shirt. When he had it off, he threw it to the side and returned his hand to the back of my head and his other arm behind his.

He continued to pump my face over for a good five minutes, grunting more often, I was getting so hard it was nearly unzipping my pants by itself. Mr Jennings had loosened his grip after a while when I had a good speed going, but it was getting annoying bringing my face against his jeans every time. I stopped and slid my lips off his cock with a slapping sound, letting his cock swing away from me and balance itself vetically. I looked up at him past his toned, muscled body and and tugged on his jeans. He leant forward and helped, pulling off his jeans and underwear in one movement. Before I could get back to his cock again, though, he pulled me forward and reached up, slipping my shirt off, too.

I didn't have much muscle on me at all those days, or body fat. With my knowledge now I'd say I was what was called a 'twink'. Mr Jennings stroked my chest and groaned. I knew he wanted my body so badly. I bent down and pulled my pants off, undoing the button and zip as fast as I could. When we were both naked, Mr Jennings stood up and pulled me close. I felt his chiseled body press against my smooth one, felt his cock against my belly and mine his. His strong arms trapped me by my waist, and I felt his tounge push into my mouth, nearly making me gag. He ravished my face so forcefully it made me a little scared, but still insanely excited. I ran my hands over his muscles and felt him tense up, letting me feel the stiff contours of his arms and chest.

Mr Jennings turned us around while still attacking my throat with his tongue until we pulled apart with a sucking sound and he pushed me down onto the couch. He towered over me and held his cock up to my face again. I buried my face into it as he leant his upper body back and groaned with pleasure. He started thrusting into my mouth, pushing his meat deep down my throat. I felt him hold my head and push me faster, so I held onto his powerful thighs to keep stable. He facefucked me for another five minutes before making me lean back into the couch and kneeling on the edge.

Mr Jennings sucked on my face one more time, with a loud grunt that made my cock twitch with ecstasy, and lifted my legs into the air. I moaned silently with pleasure, I wanted his cock so badly... He pushed his cock halfway up my ass in less than two seconds. I gasped and felt my ass burn with pain. He was so big, both in length and girth... he grabbed my legs closer to my ass and pushed further, opening my ass wider. I looked up at him thrusting into me and moaned. His body was starting to sweat, making his muscles glisten. I started jerking my own cock as he pushed his into me.

"Yeah, take my fucking cock..." he groaned, pumping faster. The pain was gone now, replaced with intense pleasure. His huge body over mine was making me so hot, I felt like I was about to burst all over him then. He fucked me for ten minutes like this, groaning and grunting things like "Take my cock" and "You like me fucking you hard, don't you!" I would respond only in moans and gasps, all I could muster at the time.

Mr Jennings pulled out and sat down next to me. He leant back and pulled me around with almost no effort. He turned me around and guided me to sit on his huge member, letting me ease onto it until it was completely inside me again. Before I could start riding, he pulled me a little, making me lean back before thrusting again. I bounced on his cock, feeling it only move out a little bit from deep inside my ass. I moaned and bounced with him, letting his cock pull out further before plunging back in. I jerked myself as fast as I could, the pleasure overpowering me. It took only five minutes before I let my juice fly all over Mr Jennings' carpet. He bounced me faster and I felt his cock tighten inside me, telling me he was about to explode. I tried to bounce as fast as I could to make him come, until he groaned his loudest and I felt his cock clench, shooting his load so far up my ass it made me moan again. He thrusted into me until he stopped flowing, and his load started dripping out of my ass.

He made me clean up our mess with a towel, jerking himself off on the couch. He told me to get dressed and threw me my clothes. I looked at him, his muscles flexing as he jerked himself still, watching me. Just before I left, I stroked his chest and let him force his tounge down my throat one more time.