This story is a work of fiction (although it is based on real events!) It contains scenes that involve sex between consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now. Just so you know, this story is set in England!
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THE DILF
I'd never looked at my mate's dad in that way before. But after that night, I'd never look at him in the same way again.
It was my mate's 21st. To be honest, I was getting a bit bored of 21st's as this was the fifth one I'd been to in the last twelve weeks, and none of them compared to my 21st three months ago... although that's a whole other story waiting to be written. But Josh was my best mate so there was no way in hell I was gonna miss his party. They'd put a marquee up in the garden and even installed a makeshift bar and dancefloor for the occasion. But as I would discover later, the marquee wasn't the only thing to be erected that night...
It was a good mix of friends and family, and the seemingly endless supply of alcohol flowed freely all night. It was safe to say a merry night was had by all. As a joke, we'd hired a male stripper for Josh -- much to his girlfriend's delight. I have to be honest and admit that the stripper was more my idea than anyone else's, and was for my benefit as much as anyone else's -- not that anyone knew that -- but the suggestion didn't meet with much resistance, as everyone agreed that it would be an amusing prank for a 21st. He was actually one of the hottest strippers I'd ever seen and I had to do my best not to look like I was enjoying watching him too much. Luckily I've had years of practice at acting straight, so there's no reason for anyone to suspect otherwise. I think I'd probably die if any of my mates knew which side I really batted for.
I'd known Josh since we were about four years old. His dad, Paul, was in his late forties, and was about as straight as a man could get -- loved his DIY, loved his football, loved his lager. If he wasn't building or fixing something in the house, he was down the pub with his mates watching the footie. I'd always got on well with him and he seemed to be very fond of me too. We could always have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.
As the evening progressed, a common topic of conversation was my hair. Now my hair is blond, quite light blond, although it seems to get noticeably darker when I've been in the sun. This was something that always fascinated Josh's dad and he often commented on it. Tonight there seemed to be a group of us discussing the matter and somehow Paul managed to steer the conversation to my pubes and what colour they were -- or in his words whether "the collar matched the cuff". I explained that strangely my pubes were actually a lot darker in colour than the hair on my head, and this only seemed to intrigue Paul even more. With the others around egging me on, he persuaded me to lower my boxers a little so that we could all see the pubes in question.
"Bloody `ell, you weren't joking were ya!" shouted Paul.
The base of my cock was on show and one of the girls wolf-whistled at me. "Show us a bit more!"
At this point I pulled my boxers swiftly back up, gave her a wink and said "Sorry babe you gotta pay to see more." This was met by general laughter and that seemed to be an end to the topic of my hair colour for now.
By 3 in the morning, most people had left and those few of us still standing were pretty drunk. The sofa in the front room was going to be my bed for the night, as I'd decided I was too drunk to walk home. The others all went up to bed, and I took my shirt off, ready for bed, when there was a knock on the door and Paul came in with a duvet for me.
"Cheers Paul," I smiled, taking the duvet from him.
"No worries mate. Need anything else?" he asked.
"No, I'm good," I replied.
Paul looked at me for a moment and then said, "I still can't get over the colour of your pubes mate, show us them again."
By now I was wasted, and as anyone who knows me will testify, I'll pretty much do anything anyone asks me to when I'm drunk.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes at Paul, and pulled down my boxers half way, this time unwittingly revealing a bit more of my cock than earlier.
Paul seemed mesmerised by them. "I can't get over them," he said. And then, to my complete surprise, he reached down and started touching them. Even more to my surprise, I didn't flinch, I just let him run his fingers through them. But his attention quickly turned to my cock, and he pulled it right out of my boxers.
"Er, yeah, that's my dick Paul."
"Pretty decent size, ain't it?" He then pulled my boxers down further, past my balls, cupping them in his hand. "Big bollocks too."
"Yeah, I'm pretty happy with them really," I smiled.
My best mate's dad was now playing with my cock and balls, and I was so drunk I didn't even think anything of it. Infact I was quite enjoying it.
"Wanna see mine?" he asked.
"Yeah, OK," I casually replied.
He unzipped himself and pulled down his own boxers. His cock was starting to stiffen, but even in its semi-erect state, I could see that it was huge. Not just in length but also in girth. Josh's mum was one lucky woman! Instinctively, I reached down and started rubbing it. Paul let out a soft moan as he continued to play with mine, squeezing my balls and stroking my cock which was now starting to get hard.
"You had a good night then?" asked Paul.
"Yeah it's been wicked," I replied.
"Yeah it has been pretty special," he said.
And we continued making idle chit chat while we played with each other's hard ons. At any other time I would have thought this to be a most bizarre situation, but somehow at the time it just seemed like the most normal thing in the world. Me and my mate's dad, just having a casual conversation with our cocks out and gently stroking and rubbing each other's erections.
Paul then turned away for a moment and quietly closed the door. Then he turned back round and without saying a word, pushed me down onto the sofa, knelt down in front of me and slowly started sucking me off. I was a bit taken aback, but decided to go with it. I spread my legs wider and started to relax, enjoying Paul's lips and tongue working their magic up and down my cock. Somehow, knowing that my best mate and the rest of his family were upstairs while his dad was down here with my cock in his mouth, turned me on even more.
"Fuck, yeah!" I moaned softly. "Don't stop!"
Eager to please, Paul sucked harder and faster, while I pushed down on the back of his head and simultaneously thrust myself forward into his face. I couldn't help but notice how seemingly experienced he was at blowjobs, and I found myself wondering how many other of Paul's mates he'd seduced. Not that I minded being seduced like this. Not one bit.
I spread my legs even wider, and Paul reached with his hand and started cupping my balls while he sucked me, gently squeezing them and rubbing them. I don't think I'd ever been more turned on in my life. Paul then slid his hand further down from my balls and found my arsehole. Slowly he inserted a finger up it, making me gasp, all the while sucking relentlessly on my cock. I could see my precum already dripping down Paul's chin. He continued to finger me while he sucked me off, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, I could feel my orgasm starting to build.
With one final almighty groan, I felt my warm jizz explode into Paul's mouth, as I trembled with pleasure. He couldn't get enough of it, gulping down squirt after squirt. But suddenly, my tremble of pleasure turned to a tremble of fear... footsteps were coming down the stairs.
Paul shot up and pulled his pants up. I did the same.
With not even a second to spare, the door opened and Josh walked in. He looked at us both, and my heart stopped. Had he noticed something? Had one of us left our cock hanging out?
"Oh you've got a duvet," he said. "Mum said to come down and check you got one."
"Yeah," I mumbled, motioning to the duvet. "Your dad brought it down."
"Cool," he said. "Well I'm off to bed, I'm fucked!"
"Yeah, night mate."
"Night."
Just before turning towards the door, he looked at Paul. "Dad, you need to clean your face man, you got mayonnaise or something on your chin."
"Have I?" stuttered a bewildered Paul, and reached for a nearby box of tissues, as Josh left and went up to bed.
Paul and I looked at each other and breathed a huge collective sigh of relief.
"I better go to bed," he said quietly, walking towards the door.
"Yeah, I really need to get some sleep," I replied.
But he stopped when he got to the door and looked at me. He had a worried expression on his face. When he spoke, it was barely more than a whisper. "You're not gonna tell anyone about this are you?"
"Of course not," I replied.
"I've got a wife, and kids, I could lose everything you know."
"Chill man, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. It's not exactly something I want people knowing either."
"No," agreed Paul.
"Well, night night," he half-smiled, and left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me to get comfortable in my duvet on the sofa. As I lay there, I couldn't believe what had just happened. Never in a million years would I have guessed the night would end up like this. I'd never looked at my mate's dad in that way before. But after tonight, I'd never look at him in the same way again.
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