Sleepover With My Friend's Dad Pt.1 (Patreon)

I turned twenty a few months earlier, and that night Jake texted me out of the blue, asking if I wanted to come over for another sleepover like we used to do all the time. Ever since we were fifteen, we would stay up all night playing video games in his room. I had known for a while that I liked guys but I hadn't told a soul, not even Jake. 

Jake's parents had split when we were juniors, and his dad, Silas, ended up with the house and most of the weekends with Jake. His dad never cared if I stayed over; he just nodded when I showed up with my backpack, told us to keep the volume reasonable after midnight, and disappeared into his part of the house. We had the basement to ourselves most nights, surrounded by the old couch, the big TV, and shelves crammed with games we had collected over the years. 

That night was exactly like so many others at first. I arrived around seven with a bag of chips and a couple of energy drinks, and Jake already had the console fired up.

We spent hours playing some games. We paused only to raid the kitchen upstairs, grabbing some pizza his dad had ordered earlier. His dad passed us in the hallway once, he was shirtless after a workout, the dark hair across his chest was slightly sweaty, and he just ruffled Jake's hair on the way to his room, telling us not to stay up too late. I nodded back, trying not to stare at his body.

By one in the morning we finally dragged ourselves upstairs to Jake's room where the inflatable mattress already waited on the floor. Jake insisted I take the bed again, he always did, claiming guests got priority and I didn't fight him on it. I collapsed onto the familiar mattress while he relaxed on the inflatable. We kept talking in the dark for another half hour but eventually Jake fell asleep.

Sleep refused to come for me right away. I shifted under the covers, trying to get comfortable, until the pressure in my bladder finally forced me up. I slipped out of bed carefully, avoiding the spots on the floor that creaked, and eased the door open just enough to slide through into the hallway. The bathroom sat at the far end, past his dad, Silas' room.

Halfway down the hall a sound stopped me. Heavy breathing mixed with a rhythmic squelching sound. I decided to ignore it and quickly went to take a leak. When I returned I heard the sound again, a soft moan too this time. My cock got instantly hard as I imagined Jake’s dad jerking off.

His door stood cracked open a few inches, and curiosity overpowered every rational thought telling me to keep walking. I edged closer and pressed myself near the gap, close enough to hear the slick slide of skin on skin.

I should have turned away then, pretended I heard nothing and finished my trip to the bathroom, but my feet stayed planted, and before I could force myself to move, his voice came through the door. "You can come in if you want."

My stomach flipped but I had gotten hard and horny by that time. I hesitated only a second before my hand pushed the door wider, revealing him stretched out on the bed, sheets kicked down to his thighs, one arm propped behind his head while the other hand worked his cock. He looked right at me, his eyes traveled down my body and back up. I had never seen another man hard in person, never felt the reality of it hit me like this, and my dick answered instantly, throbbing hard against the soft fabric of my pajama pants, impossible to hide.

"I see you like it," he said, his gaze focused on the bulge I couldn't control. "Why don't you come here?"

He patted the mattress beside him, and I moved without deciding to. I lowered myself onto the bed next to him. He wasted no time, his fingers hooked into my waistband and pulled my pants down in one motion, freeing my cock. His hand closed around me, and the first stroke drew a sharp inhale from me as pleasure shot up my dick.

"You can touch mine if you want," he told me, guiding my shaking hand toward him.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, it was thicker and heavier than I imagined, the skin was hot, smooth and wet with lube. The weight of his cock in my palm, the way it pulsed when I squeezed gently at the head, overwhelmed every other thought. I explored him fully, tracing veins, feeling the slickness from the lube he had used, learning the shape and heat of another man for the first time while he kept up steady strokes on me, thumb brushing over my tip on every upward pass until my hips lifted off the bed chasing more. I had watched porn countless times but I had never even touched another man’s cock yet. So this was quite new and thrilling for me.

Then I suddenly thought what would happen if Jake woke up, walked in and saw us like this, and I faltered, my grip tightened on him as my eyes darted to the door. He read me without a word. "He won't hear a thing. Kid sleeps through storms." Then he tightened his fist around me and pulled my attention back as he sped up just enough to scatter the worry.

I came faster than I expected and I came hard, spilling in thick pulses across my shirt and stomach. He laughed and tugged the soaked shirt over my head, tossing it aside so I lay completely bare beside him, I turned my focus to him again, I was pumping faster now, eager to feel him cum the way I just had. His breathing roughened, his hips pushed up into my grip, and when he came, his cum streaked across his chest and stomach, and some even landed on my forearm.

He caught his breath for a moment, then rolled off the bed and stood. "Gonna grab a quick shower. You're welcome to join me."

I shook my head, saying I was okay as I yanked my pants up and slipped from the room, hurrying back down the hall on silent feet. Jake's door opened without a sound, and I peeked in, he hadn't moved, still sprawled on the air mattress exactly where he had fallen asleep hours earlier. 

I crawled into his bed, pulled the covers high, and fell asleep.

The next morning I was woken up by Jake groaning as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, then glanced over at me with a yawn. He noticed right away that I wore only my pajama pants, my shirt nowhere in sight on the floor or draped over the chair where I usually tossed my clothes.

"Dude, where's your shirt?" he asked, stretching his arms overhead.

I said I had gotten way too hot during the night and just peeled it off at some point. He accepted the explanation without a second thought, scratching his stomach before he stood and headed for the bathroom, leaving me to exhale in relief that he pressed no further. I pulled on a fresh tee from my backpack before we both shuffled downstairs.

In the kitchen, Silas looked up when we entered but he said nothing about the night before, no wink, no comment, no acknowledgement at all beyond the usual greeting. We grabbed cereal and juice and I kept my eyes on my bowl more than necessary.

The rest of the visit was ordinary. When the time came, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and said goodbye to Jake with our usual fist bump, then turned to Silas, who stood in the doorway. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, and told me I remained always welcome there anytime. I nodded, and left their place but the second I reached my own room at home I locked the door, dropped my bag, and wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked fast until I came again.

That single night left me horny in a way I had never known. I jerked off to the memory countless times in the weeks that followed.

The craving pushed me to find excuses to return. Almost every weekend I texted Jake, asking if he wanted company, hoping each time that Silas would appear in the hallway or catch my eye across the kitchen with that same knowing look. 

Some invitations worked out, and I spent those nights for any chance but nothing repeated, and I left each time frustrated. One week Jake invited me over himself, excited about a new game release, but he mentioned offhand that Silas had left town for a business trip and wouldn't return until Monday. I still said yes because hanging out with Jake beat sitting home alone with the ache, and part of me refused to give up the house entirely.

I arrived that Friday with my usual overnight bag. His dad had left the fridge stocked and a note on the counter about helping ourselves to anything, but the house felt different without him. We crashed late again, Jake claiming the air mattress while I took the bed, and he dropped off fast as always, leaving me staring at the dark ceiling.

Sleep evaded me completely that night until I couldn't lie still any longer. I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot down the hall as I approached Silas's door, which stood closed this time but unlocked when I turned the handle. The bed was made neatly with the same sheets I remembered too well. I crossed to it without hesitation, climbed onto the mattress, and stretched out where he had lain, my cock already hard from the mere act of invading his space. The fabric beneath me held the indentation of his body, and I pressed into it, grinding lightly as I shoved my pants down and freed myself, hand closing tight around the shaft while I breathed in whatever scent lingered of him on the pillow.

Desperation drove me further. I rolled over and tugged open the nightstand drawer, fingers brushing over random items until I tried the dresser instead, pulling out the top one to reveal folded stacks of clothes. My hand landed on a pair of his briefs and I lifted them out, heart slamming as I brought the fabric to my face and inhaled deeply, chasing the musky trace of his skin embedded in the material. The scent was exactly what I needed and I buried my nose in it while my other hand pumped my cock. Then I wrapped the briefs around my cock and jerked even faster, I came in under a minute, hot spurts landing inside the briefs as I muffled my groans.

I stared at the mess soaking into his underwear, and panicked at the thought of him finding it when he returned. No way could I leave evidence like that, so I folded the fabric carefully to contain the stain, stuffed it into my pocket and then I later put in the bottom of my backpack under my spare clothes, and straightened the drawer exactly as I had found it. I pulled my pants back up, smoothed the bedspread, and hurried from the room before I crept back to Jake's bed. He hadn't stirred at all and I slid under the covers with my heart pounding as I finally drifted off.

Morning arrived without incident. We ate breakfast, played a few more rounds, and I headed home on the bus with my bag clutched tight on my lap. Once safely in my room I unpacked, sliding the stolen briefs into the back corner of my closet behind old shoeboxes where no one would look. They stayed hidden there for weeks, emerging only when the need grew unbearable, when I pressed them to my face again, inhaling what remained of his scent while I stroked myself.

To be continued...