This story is a true story that happened between me (18) and my best friend's dad (42).
This story happened to me about 2 years ago and it hasn't left my short term memory since. It was a summer day, and I went over to my friend Anna's house to laze around and watch movies. We'd been friend's for about 4 years at this point and I had met her father about the same time I met her. His name is Steve and he is a total daddy jock stud. He's 42 and married, but with the body of a 29 year old who works out everyday. Pretty hairy guy with great legs. He has two kids including Anna and still manages to run a business, keep his house landscaped and work out often.
So Anna and I went into the basement and put on some boring film.I put down my backpack and sat on the sofa. The layout of her basement was pretty simple. The basement door was next to the laundry room and a kitchenette. Down past the kitchenette, was the stairs and to the left around the laundry room corner was the bathroom. The bathroom door was next to the sofa we we're watching the movie on.
About an hour into the movie, we heard the basement door open and close. We looked to the direction of the sound and saw a shadow go into the laundry room. Anna called out for her mom, thinking it was her, but Steve walked around the corner, sweaty and shirtless. Just coming back from a tennis workout he went to put his clothes in the hamper and take a shower but didn't know we we're down there until Anna had called out to him. Anna offered that we go to her room so he could shower and upstairs we went, sadly.
Anna told me about something going on that night and asked if we should go and I agreed. Luckily I had left my bag downstairs and Anna had to get ready and put on makeup. So I told her I was heading to the bathroom and to grab my bag- as if I didn't remember that Steve was showering down there-. When I got downstairs, I heard the shower running but the door wasn't closed. I glanced in for a bit but couldn't see anything. I walked past the Kitchen and toward the basement door where my bag was. When I turned around I saw Steve in his jock in the laundry room, facing away from me. I didn't know if he had heard me, or seen me trying to see into the bathroom. His hairy ass constrained in his Bike jock was so hot. Then he coughed and I got scared he would see me so i went back by the door. Suddenly, he turned the corner naked and I pretended to look for something in my bag. He was surprised to see me for sure. He gasped and covered himself and walked back into the laundry room.
He apologized to me and i replied along the lines of,'nothing I've never seen before'. He agreed and mentioned that in a house full of girls nudity is kept very private. He walked out of the laundry room and said he was hopping in the shower to cool down. But as he turned the corner I swear I saw him check me out! As soon as I heard the door close to the bathroom I ran to the hamper and pulled out his jock. It was piss stained and sweaty. I breathed in his man scent and the blood rushed to my cock. I got so hard and felt the need to jerk off. As I was starting to rub the outside of my pants I got a shiver down my spine and was paralyzed by Steve's voice, "I knew it."
I'll never forget him saying that or what came next. He accused me of being a pervert who liked smelling other men's smelly clothes. He mentioned that he was coming back to grab clothes that he had forgotten after his shower and didn't expect to find me there sniffing his jock. I almost started to cry when he grabbed the jock from my hand and pulled me in to his chest. It wasn't a hug though, he was angry. Steve pushed me down on my knees and commanded me to, "smell it".
I was so shocked to hear that. I though for sure he would beat me or call the cops. I was only 18 so I was only a kid and had just lost my virginity earlier that year. He dropped the jock on my face and told me to wipe my tears. I did and then as soon as I took the jock pouch away from my eyes, he pulled my neck into his crotch, right under his balls. They we're so musty, and sweaty that when he pulled away, a bead of sweat actually stayed on my face. I was in such a whirlwind of emotion and lust that I just started licking every inch of his crotch. He grabbed my hair and pushed his hairy uncut cock into my mouth. I didn't even notice he was uncut until he did that. I ran my tongue in circles in his foreskin and he moaned. He pushed my mouth away and told me to go to the bathroom. When we got in he locked the door and lifted me up onto the sink. He spat on this cock and then into his hand and started to finger me. I told him that we should be quick and he nodded and rammed his uncut dick into my tight hole. I ran my hands over her chest hair and moaned loudly. Steve was pumping in an out now and had found his rhythm, when he suddenly pulled out. I winced and looked at him confused. He opened the door and walked away.
I was so lost and scared at that point I almost just ran out the basement door pants down and all. Then, luckily Steve returned with one of his dirty jocks and asked me to put it on. He also was holding the socks he was just wearing on his workout. I asked if he wanted me to put them on too, but he said, "No. This is so you shut up and don't get me caught." He put one sock in my mouth and tied the other around it to make it stay in place, and my nostrils were flooded with scents that I will never forget. He fucked me for another 5 minutes and then he came inside me. I felt his cock pulse about 6 times as the same cum that made my best friend shot into my ass. He untied the sock and told me I could keep the jock. I still have it and often jerk into it, thinking of that day.