My boyfriend’s dad is HUNG

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Dylan and I had known each other for ages. We were ostensibly best friends, two bros who shared similar interests and loved to have sleepovers every weekend, playing video games until the sun came up and destroying our sleep schedules in the process. And while all of that was true, there was a crucial piece missing from that story. We were also boyfriends.

That last part was pretty new. It still made me giddy thinking about it. The love story of how two best friends realized there was something more, and somehow it all worked out.

Right now, I was standing on my boyfriend’s front porch and waiting for him to let me in. I’d already rung the bell twice, so there was nothing left to do but be patient.

I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. A second later, a much taller and wider figure than I expected opened up.

“Hello, Michael!”

“Oh, hi Mr. Smith!”

“Come on, Mikey. You know you don’t have to call me that.”

I smiled as I walked past him and on inside. “Alright, Harrison, then.”

He silently shut the door behind me, then led me into the kitchen. “What brings you here today?”

I looked at him, slightly confused. “I’m here to see Dylan,” I said. “We were gonna play some video games up in his room.”

“Shoot, I should’ve known you weren’t here for me!” Harrison joked. “Sorry, bud. Dylan’s not home right now.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay! I can totally come back later. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” I turned to go, but my boyfriend’s dad stopped me.

“No no, it’s no problem at all, really. Here, let me get you something to drink.” Before I could protest, he was already filling up a glass of water. He placed it on the counter and pushed it across the surface, impressively not spilling a single drop as it slid into my hand.

“Uh, thanks,” I said awkwardly. I took a sip and set the glass back on the counter, wondering what in the world I was going to talk to my boyfriend’s dad about.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence. “How long have you two been dating?“

My jaw dropped. My face blushed and I was suddenly flustered, unable to form a coherent response. “I- we- what are you talking about?”

He laughed, leaning back and resting his hands on the kitchen counter. “Come on, Michael. Don’t act surprised. You think I don’t know what goes on in my own house?” He gave me a knowing look, putting extra emphasis on that last part.

I felt my heart fall into my stomach. If he really knew what he implied he knew, then that meant…

“That’s right,” he said, watching the look of realization form on my face. “The walls in this house are thinner than you’d think. I’ve heard my fair share of noise coming from Dylan’s room whenever you’re over.” 

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. “I… I don’t know what to say.” I could feel the panic flooding me, my mind racing a million miles a minute.

“It’s okay,” he said calmly. “I didn’t say I was mad about it. Quite the opposite, actually.” He stepped over and put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close in a fatherly sort of way. “You’re a good kid, Michael. More than anything, I’m happy my boy’s in good hands.” He lowered his voice. “And I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed the ‘entertainment’ from sharing a wall with you two.”

My eyes went wide, my face turning a deeper shade of red.

“That’s right,” Harrison continued. “You two have kept me up more times than I care to count. I tried ignoring it for a while, but it can be pretty distracting. Especially the sound of your moans from the other side of that wall.” There was a wide smirk on his face, filled with the knowledge that he was in on my deepest, darkest secret.

I was beyond humiliated. I didn’t know what to say or do. All I knew was that my boyfriend’s dad knew we were together, he knew we were having sex in his son’s room, and worst of all, he knew that I was a bottom. “Please don’t tell Dylan that you know,” I said softly. “He’d be mortified.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Dylan’s dad said. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He rustled my hair, then stepped back to stand across from me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably, unsure how to continue after that. “Do you know when Dylan will be home?” I asked.

”Not for a while,” his dad said. “Just you and me, buddy.” Harrison grabbed his crotch, drawing my attention to an enormous bulge I never really paid much mind to. Until now.

My heart began to pound in my chest. I could feel my pulse quickening, and worse, I could feel the blood rushing straight to my dick. This was so stupid. The most idiotic thing I could possibly do came to mind, and once it did, it was impossible to disregard.

“I guess… it wouldn’t be so bad to spend some time together,” I found myself saying. “Just the two of us. You know, since you’re my boyfriend’s dad and all.”

Harrison grinned. “Exactly. We should get to know each other a little more.” His hand was still on his bulge, which I only knew because I’d been unable to pull my eyes away.

“How- how do you suppose we do that?” I asked timidly. Our conversation was slowly circling the drain, and I was afraid there was only one way it could end.

“Well,” Harrison started, unbuttoning the top of his jeans as he spoke, “I already know what your moans sound like. What I don’t know is, how do they sound with my dick in your mouth?”

And suddenly I was rock-hard. He knew it, too. It was painfully obvious from the tent in my basketball shorts that I was incredibly turned on. I swallowed, stalling for time, thinking of any way I could back out of this situation. And in reality, there were plenty of options. But not when I wanted my boyfriend’s dad’s cock more than anything. It was tantalizingly close, and in my weakest moment, I gave in.

I got down on my knees, a familiar position but with a foreign participant this time. I glanced up at him, his intimidating presence towering over me. “May I?” I asked.

His grin widened. “Go right ahead,” he said. My boyfriend’s dad undid the zipper for me, but he left the rest to me.

I reached up with shaking hands and slipped my fingers into his waistband. I took a deep breath, acknowledging to myself that there was no going back from this. Then I tugged Harrison’s pants and underwear, bringing them midway down his thighs.

And that’s when I found out that my boyfriend’s dad was HUNG.