Friend's Ex-Military Dad Pt. 01

After leaving college, I was at a loose end as to what to do next. One thing I did know is that I couldn't live with my shitty parents any longer, so I moved in with my friend and his folks.

I had known my friend since childhood, as both of our families lived on an armed forces estate in Germany. Posted back to the UK, we lived in different areas of the country. Where they lived was much better than my location, so now that I was older, they agreed to let me stay with them in return for paying rent.

Charlie (dad) had been out of the army for around 5 years. However, he still had the physique of a gym obsessed squaddie: abs you could grate cheese on, glutes as firm as iron, and manly well-defined strong arms. He would have been in his early 40s at this point, his jet-black hair now highlighted by flecks of silver. He also had the aura of everyone who's ever been in the military: don't fuck with me!

Charlie would have been one of my first crushes, stirring up feelings I couldn't quite comprehend when I was younger. Now, at 20 I knew what those feelings were, and took every opportunity I could to act upon them.

For example, Charlie was a really keen runner - running miles every day he got the chance. He'd come home covered in sweat, and without a thought would take off his dripping, soaking vest. As I mentioned, he had a really toned body, but his chest was also covered in thick hair - not an inch to spare! His sweat would also make it glisten in the light, which, paired with the musky odour that oozed from him still makes me wonder how I managed to resist throwing myself at him.

He'd always head straight to the shower, and I would wait with bated breath waiting for him to leave the bathroom so I could go for my "desperate" piss. That was a lie! In reality, I'd pick his sweaty boxers out of the washing basket and sniff and lick them while having a wank on the toilet. I guess running made Charlie horny, as sometimes I'd find a fresh load of cum deposited in them from before he had his shower. I'd suck out the cum, sniff the sweat and piss...and then drop my own load of cum on top of his.

I had my own room in the house and would sometimes sneak to the parent's room in the dead of night to see if I could hear Charlie fuck. More often than not, I was met with nothing but complete silence. However, there were some nights I did get lucky. I'd hear him fucking his wife and in between her high-pitched moans would be his manly grunts. I'd pause while she was sounding off, but wank furiously every time he made a sound while thrusting into her. Precum would drip off my cock, and onto the floor and I had to quickly pull my boxers up while shooting so I didn't cover their door. I loved hearing him trying to muffle the sound of his cumming while he shot his load into her.

But just as I was beginning to think I'd always have to rely on just imagining Charlie and his bedroom prowess things started to take a turn for the better. He had a stash of porn on VHS (anyone under 25, look it up 😆) and I used to borrow them when I wanted to jerk off. I'd rewind the last scene he'd watched and made sure I shot to it too. I'd then return the video to the cabinet.

Only, one time I forgot.

A few evenings later, Charlie had an awkward conversation with me and his son. Did anyone have dad's "special" tape? My friend had no idea what he was going on about, and I played dumb. For a bit. However, I soon admitted that I'd borrowed the tape and would return it straight away.

What happened next surprised me.

"No, don't worry about returning it," said Charlie. "Show me your favourite scene if you like?" he added, with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

And the next time my friend and his mum left the house that's exactly what I did. I showed dad my favourite scene, and he showed me the equipment I'd be desperate to see for years. And it didn't disappoint!

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It had been a few days since I'd been rumbled with the porn tape and Charlie had proposed we watched it together sometime. There had been no opportunity to do so - either his wife was at home, my friend was, or both of them were. I spent those first few days with Charlie's dirty underwear wrapped around my head in the bathroom, wanking to the thought of what might be. I would soon find out.

Both Charlie's wife and his son were working away from home that day. That afternoon, I found Charlie home alone - work having been rained-off that day (he'd retrained as a builder since leaving the forces). Together in the living room, there was a slight air of awkwardness while we watched some crap daytime TV. I'd see him look at me from the corner of my eye, and when he looked away, I'd return the favour. He was sitting on an armchair in his tiny shorts - the type soccer players used to wear in the 1980s (even though they were well out of fashion by now!). His well defined, hairy legs slightly parted, I could see the outline of the head of his cock hanging to the left behind the thin fabric.

I wanted to watch the tape. He wanted to watch the tape. And, for a while nobody voiced that desire. Until...

"This TV is shit! Do you fancy putting that tape on for a bit?" Charlie asked.

Being 20, I was still shy and nowhere near as bold as I would be a few years later. I looked at Charlie and didn't say a word.

"I want to see which bits you like. See if they're same as mine?" he added.

"O-okay," I replied and went upstairs to retrieve the tape.

When I came back downstairs, I noticed Charlie was now semi-hard in his shorts. Either he'd been tugging at his cock inside his shorts while I'd been upstairs, or the mere thought of us watching porn together had given him a raging boner. To me, it was a winner either way.

I put the tape in the machine, pulled the curtains closed and sat back on the sofa. Still sitting at other ends of the room, we watched the porn both staring intently at all the sucking and fucking. Charlie was resting his hand beside his still covered cock (the way guys do when relaxing) and joining his lead I rested my hand beside my own semi-hard cock.

A few minutes passed, and some woman was being fucked in a MMF scene. I still felt slightly nervous and awkward - remember when you were a teen, and a sex scene would come on the TV while you were sitting with your parents, and you could feel your own breathing? It was exactly like that.

"I don't really like watching from this angle, do you mind if I sit beside you while we watch this?" Charlie asked.

Mind? Of course I didn't fucking mind! There was a sense of horniness filling the air now, and beginning to relax a little, I felt my own cock starting to fully harden. Before I managed to reply, he was making his way over anyway.

And I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. His stiff cock was barely being contained by his shorts, and I swear I could see the head of it almost trying to escape from the bottom. Charlie was such a horndog that he didn't even need to touch himself to get fully hard - just the sight of people fucking was enough to get him wanting to shoot his load.

I tried to be discreet as he walked towards me, but he caught my gaze and laughed as he made his way to the sofa.

"Oops, sorry!" he laughed, looking down at his crotch.

I just smiled at him, tried to moderate my breathing, and turned my attention back to the porn.

"This is my favourite scene," Charlie whispered, "I love her tits and the way she sucks their dicks."

Two things struck me. One; it was really weird to hear my friend's dad speak this way. A guy I'd known since I was younger, where conversations probably revolved around who our favourite He-Man characters were. Secondly, this was really fucking hot as I'd had a crush on Charlie for as long as I could remember.

I knew I needed to speak up and get things to progress to where I'd always wanted them.

"I'm not so into her...but the guys are quite nice."

Charlie tilted his head to one side and raised his eyebrows. Long story short, he'd always suspected I was gay (his son wasn't btw), and that statement confirmed those suspicions. It probably also was the green light he sought to take things further with me that afternoon.

"Have you ever wanked off with anyone before?" he asked. Fuck! I knew where this was heading, and the excitement was starting to make me leak. Charlie was sitting inches away from me, his cock still solid in his flimsy shorts, a wet patch appearing on them.

I nodded my head.

"It's just I haven't cum for a few days so would you mind if I had a quick wank now? I mean, if it's weird you can just go upstairs while I shoot my load? I'm just really fucking horny!"

My fantasy was starting to become a reality. It was still really odd to have my friend's dad sitting beside me and saying these things. But I'd always wanted to see him fuck/cum so I signalled I wanted to take things to the next level: "sure."

Within seconds, Charlie pulled down his shorts to reveal the cock I'd been fantasising about for years. And it was better than I had ever imagined it would be. As mentioned earlier, when soft, the head of his cock was never able to be disguised creating an impression into anything he wore. Hard? Well, it was like its own lifeform! It must have been somewhere between 6-7" in diameter. The rest of his cock looked like a massive slab of meat; I'm guessing he measured around 7 inches in length, and 7-8" circumference at the base? It also had a slight curve to it.

He started to slowly stroke his cock, intermittently removing his hand, with his big cock coming to rest above his navel. When something happened in the movie that he really liked, he'd start stroking again and would get faster during parts of the scenes that turned him on the most. He'd also let out a slight moan when something really got his attention.

Not a lot of words passed between us now. The sexual awkwardness had been broken, and we were just enjoying the moment.

"Want to join me?" Charlie asked. Feeling brave, I complied and took off my jeans and boxers. Both of us now sitting beside one another, hard cocks in our hands.

Another MMF scene started and began with the woman sucking on the two cocks of the male actors.

"I love getting sucked off!" Charlie said, turning to look at my cock before making eye-contact. "Have you ever sucked a guy before?"

"Yeah, only a few though."

"Nice!" he laughed under his breath, looking slightly impressed.

We sat stroking for a bit more. Precum starting to run down my shaft. To be honest, I was paying barely any attention to the movie at this point, instead wanking to Charlie's cock while he wasn't looking at me.

And then, after so so many years I was given an opportunity, I couldn't say no to...

"I hear guys give better head than women. And Jen (wife) doesn't do it much anymore."

I knew what he was asking, albeit indirectly.

"Yeah, I heard that too," I responded.

"Well, I'm so fucking horny I wouldn't even mind a guy sucking me."

Embarrassingly, at this statement, I instantly shot my load all over myself. And being 20 - although seated, the jets of cum still managed to cover my face. And also, being 20...I was still horny!! Charlie let out a gasp when he saw me shoot, his cock twinging with excitement.

"Fuck! That was so hot - you've gotta suck me now!" he demanded, speaking in a dominant tone I'd never heard him use before.

I got on my knees on the sofa, grabbed hold of his hairy thighs. and tried to take his cock in my mouth. The head was so big that it was a struggle to get it in, but every extra inch I took correlated with how much of a moan Charlie would emit. This was motivation for me to try and get his whole cock in my mouth. I got better at it over time (after we'd been hooking up for a while), but I wasn't able to deepthroat him at this stage.

I sucked him for a good 15 minutes, working my tongue on the head of his cock, taking the shaft as deep as I could, and changing the pace based upon the reaction his cock was giving me. I could sense he was getting closer as he would take a sharp intake of breath and hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. The gaps between the intakes of breath and exhaling getting longer the closer he was getting to cumming.

Then, he said it; "I'm going to cum." While saying this, he tried to prise my head away from his cock but there was no way I was going to let that happen, I wanted that cum! I clamped on until he shot his really thick load down my throat. Knowing how much I wanted it, he actually pushed my head further towards the base of his cock, making me gag as he shot 5 long spurts down the back of my throat.

I moved away and sat beside him again. Both our cocks now softening, my cum dripped onto the leather sofa. Rather than feel the post-cum guilt a lot of married guys feel, he offered the following:

"Jen doesn't let me fuck her much anymore either..."