Friend’s Straight Dad
Another fond memory.
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I had this bear friend in high school - maybe not my best friend ,but we hung out often enough, and had sleepovers, and stuff - normal things for guys that age, sure. He was straight as far as I ever knew, I knew I was gay, I was 17, I was a horny young thing and always wanting to get my rocks off and popping boners at random.
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That night, it wasn't random, though. We'd just stopped playing on my buddy's X-Box and were getting ready to sleep - my friend on the bed, me on a mattress that we put down on the floor of his bedroom, a couple of pillows, a blanket, that was it. He was already in bed and I'd stayed on my mattress for a little while to let my boner subside, the one I had gotten watching him slip off his pants and parade around only in shorts for a while, and then I announced that I wanted another drink. I really felt like a sip of soda or something, so I got off the mattress and sneaked downstairs through the quiet house, not really wanting to disturb his parents or his little bro with my nightly crawl. My buddy's dad already told us to keep it down when he went to bed, he'd yelled through the door, and we'd turned the volume of the game down a bit...but just a bit.
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The house is a bit weird - the steps come down to this little hall, and there are a couple of sliding doors that lead into the living room, and I have to walk past them to get to the kitchen, where I hoped to find soda...and while it was almost dark, I noticed that the sliding doors were a bit open, and some light was coming through...just like someone was watching TV, or something. I knew I had to be quiet so I crept past the doors, and with the light coming, I kinda peeked to see whether someone'd left the TV on or something...
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But it wasn't TV. The light was coming from a laptop open on the coffee table, and sitting on that big armchair facing it was my buddy's dad, sitting there with his big muzzle dipped down and staring at whatever was going on that screen, intently, and his massive paw was going up and down on his big erection.
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I froze on my tracks and stared, I just stared. I forgot that he could have seen me if he had turned to look towards the doors, but he seemed engrossed in what was going on the computer screen. I couldn't see what it was, but judging by what he was doing, it wasn't hard to guess. My friend's dad was having some private fun of his own with everyone else in the house sleeping...or so he thought...and I...I had caught him red-pawed.
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I held my breath, with my heart racing, and blood rushing in my ears...and then I heard a soft grumble, and a deep sigh, from the living room, followed by the newly picked sound of the slippery slide of his paw over his meaty cock. The silence must've supercharged my ears or something, what I couldn't hear before was now obviously clear, the slippery, manly sound of a paw sliding on a hard dick.
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Fuck. My own doggie cock was painfully hard in what must've been a new record time, even for my age. An itching heat grew in my sheath, and my cock pulsed, barely contained in my shorts, the only thing I wore. I dared to peek into the living room again, and could tell that the brown bear wasn't wearing anything...at least not a shirt. I couldn't really tell what he had around his ankles...but my mind came up with the sight of some shorts there, maybe...or undies...some sort of man-underwear...really tight and snug on his massive hips.
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I couldn't help it. My friend's dad was fucking hot, even if it was kinda embarrassing to drool over someone who was the...well...same age as my own dad. Big, of course, because he was a bear, with a muscle gut he wasn't shy to scratch even when I was around...he wasn't fat...a bit of a gut, sure, and heavy like men are...when they're...somewhere between out of shape, and being in shape...he worked for the city...driving around in a big truck, fixing stuff...kinda like an universal janitor, I guess...gave him lots of activity...and lots of sitting on that big, massive, brown, fuzzy ass now resting on that leather armchair and probably getting hot and sweaty while he beat his meat.
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He let out another sigh, and my own cock twitched, oozing a massive load of pre into my boxers. I cupped my package through the cloth and squeezed on it firmly, and I had to bite my teeth together so as not to let out a sound. I breathed in slowly through my nose and then breathed out. My heart hammered with arousal and the knowledge that my friend's dad could hear me any moment...catch me looking...and yet I had my muzzle peeking past the little crack on the doors, looking into the room...staring at the bear in the ghostly glow of his own computer, while he jerked off. I could see his big cock almost glowing in the moving light...whatever porn was running on mute on the computer, he was enjoying to the fullest, squeezing on his hard shfit...and wasn't his other paw...God...
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...I almost gasped again. His other paw was rubbing that big, beefy chest...his man-chest big and strong with big muscles out of all that work...probably ripe, musky armpits, too...how hot it'd be to bury my muzzle under his arm and take a whiff...lick...slobber...fuck, he was playing with his nipples, hidden underneath all that thick, warm fur...like a hot man-rug...hot man-.rug with accessories you could play with, such as big, suckable, cum-loaded bear balls and that slick, pink cock he worked hard, but carefully, like men do...a loving touch for their own junk.
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Oh, fuck. Maybe the Mrs. wasn't putting out enough for his liking, or maybe he just wanted to have some private fun of his own...maybe indulging in fantasies that only porn could help with...fuck, maybe he was watching gay porn...the dirtiest, sleaziest porn full of big, muscled, buff, smelly men fucking each other in the ass hard and taking it like a man...big hot men begging for more cock in their tight asses...
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Whatever it was, even if it was some...*gasp*...straight porn, I couldn't stop listening, and spying on him, watching how the forbidden male committed this act upon himself. He was working himself hard, rubbing his meaty cock at a good pace...not yet racing up for the finish, but he was definitely past any kind of gentle foreplay...this was getting to the good, hard manly part with snorting and grunting, probably making him damn good...working himself hard...giving some love for that neglected cock...maybe Mrs. didn't give him enough sex...or sex he liked...maybe he was such a big horny fucker that he just couldn't get enough, and Mrs' pussy had been worn out by his massive bull-sized dick fucking it every night...maybe he was giving her a break...
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My paw began to move almost unconsciously, squeezing down on my dick, rubbing up and down through the cloth that covered me. It seemed to make the sensation even better...silky, kinda, and my paw sped up, the strange sensation growing bigger still...and it was harder to keep quiet, while my friend's dad just became louder...maybe more confident that he wouldn't be heard, with everyone else deep asleep in the house...jerking that hot daddy cock and getting wetter and hotter...
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"...yeah..."
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Oh, damn...he actually moaned a little "yeah"...hot and deep...just like those daddies on porn I sometimes watched...ramming into their younger partners...working hard into them...humping like a champ...my friend's dad sure was working himself like one...never-ending slide of padded, clawed, big, mean paw working his delicate meaty meat...
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My friend's dad grunted again. I could hear the slippery slap slap slap of his cock working even harder now. My own knot throbbed almost painfully. I squeezed my fingers even harder around my dick and worked it...back and forth, only rubbing the sides of my shaft, really...
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"....yrreeaaahhh..."
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He let out a sound that sounded like a really long grunt or an "ynfffff"....his chest heaving...his breath rumbling...fuck...if only porn was this good...fuck...my eyes literally jumped back and forth, up and down with each hot spurt of cum that splashed against his chest. No Kleenex, no dirty shirt, nothing else to protect his furs from the attack of the spooge...no...he was a manly man...he let it all rip and soak his chest...must've made it even muskier and nicer...little drops on that thick fur that made valleys between his slab-like chest...big arms tense...shoulders, too...
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My tail jumped like mad when my balls drew close to my body and I literally jizzed my pants. My cock flooded my boxers with Rottie seed that splashed everywhere in there and soon made my sheath and my balls a cummy, steamy mess inside my boxers...
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That's when I freaked. That's when I stepped back, still breathing hard through my nose, I made my way back upstairs, hurrying before my friend's dad might decide to get up and get cleaned up. With the dirty images stored from watching him jack off, I rushed upstairs and locked myself into the bathroom on the corridor. I was a mess, and my huge, pink erection dripped and sprayed cum everywhere when I pulled my boxers down to study the damage...seeing myself on the mirror above the sink.
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Shit. I turned on the water to a gentle flow and soaked my dick with cold water. That felt nasty, but at least it washed away most of the cum and made my erection go down a bit. The toilet paper and a few splashes of water helped a bit with my crotch, but not much. My boxers were nasty, and there was nothing I could do about them...but flush the toilet, and then tiptoe back to the room, and tell my friend that I only took a sip of water and then hid under the covers...hoping he wouldn't smell the residue of my antics.
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I had quite a few sleepovers during the rest of my high school years...and every time I would make sure to make a small nightly detour, to get a drink, or to the bathroom...whatever excuse, to walk past those doors in the hopes of catching my friend's dad going at it again. No such luck for me...but thankfully my current boyfriend obliges me in my voyeuristic fantasies of watching a hot bear jacking off...and he enjoys it, too, when I pretend to be...spying...and he pretends like I'm not there. Kinky as shit, I know, but it works for us.
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Gotta love my big bears.
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Male, Rottweiler, 26.