Friend's Ex-Military Dad Pt. 05

Luke remained almost as stationary as the rock beside him while he tried to take in the sight with which he was confronted. Lost for words, he remained silent, his mouth agape. Charlie and I too remained rooted to our spots. It seemed like an eternity passed while each of us processed the situation, calculating what we should do next.

Luke launched towards his pile of clothes, frantically forcing each item into place on his still wet body. Until now, he'd barely looked at us but once fully clothed he finally ran his eyes over our naked bodies; his dad and best friend covered with ropes of cum from the other, cum that was now trickling down our chests and into our pubic hair.

He had still not said a word. Instead, he turned away from us and hurriedly made his way towards the path from which we had arrived.

"Fuck!" Charlie said under his breath, quickly pulling on his shorts before scooping the rest of his clothing into his arms. "Luke," he cried as he ran towards him. Luke did not acknowledge his dad's call.

I threw on my own shorts, discarding the rest of my clothes on the beach, and made towards them.

"Luke. Wait! Please!" shouted Charlie, each statement sounding increasingly desperate. Luke stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to both of us.

The pair of us finally catching up to him, Luke turned around, his confused expression now replaced with one of rage. "What the fuck?" he addressed Charlie through his gritted teeth. "What the fuck are you doing?"

We both looked at Charlie, each hanging on his answer. What were we doing? What was this? Like Luke, I too was desperate for come clarification.

Charlie paused to think of a response. "I don't know! I don't know what to say. It just kind of... happened," Charlie tried to reason. "I'm so sorry. Luke, I really am sorry. Please, don't tell your mum."

Luke locked eye contact with me for the first time since he'd come storming up the beach. "Don't you fucking speak. That's my dad, you fucking freak," he snarled through gritted teeth. "You always were a piece of shit. I want you to fuck off, go home and get yourself out of my house."

He then turned his attention towards his dad. "Don't fucking talk to me, either. I'm going to see mum. And don't follow me... you make me sick."

Luke left us on the beach as he made his way back to the resort.

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Charlie told me he'd book a flight home for me that would leave that evening. He would explain my sudden departure to Jen as some emergency that was yet to concocted in his imagination. He reassured me that he'd speak to me properly when he got back home, but for now he just needed to concentrate on making sure Luke didn't divulge everything to Jen.

I made my way back to the shared hotel room. Relieved to find Luke wasn't waiting for me, I packed my bags and left for the airport as Charlie emailed me my boarding pass.

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The next few days alone in Charlie's family home were mentally exhausting. Constant scenarios ran through my head imagining what was happening back in Spain. Had Luke told Jen? Had Charlie confessed that he loved me? Was Jen raring to rip my eyes out when she got home? The questions swirled.

It didn't help that Charlie wasn't responding to any messages I'd sent him.

One thing was certain; I could no longer continue to live with Charlie and his family. Returning to my own family home was out of the question, so I found a room in a nearby house share. However, it would be four days until the room would be vacant. Until then, I just hoped I could wait it out, Jen hadn't been told, and I'd be able to avoid Luke.

From my bedroom, I heard a car pull up on the driveway. They were home. My heart felt like it had entered my throat. I was not ready to face what might come. and awaited the reprisals Jen might dish out to me for fucking her husband.

The front door opened. I heard her run up the stairs.

Oh, shit! She knew.

My bedroom door already ajar, was pushed open. Jen looked at me, her face pale, mine growing paler. I braced myself.

"You're here," she said with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Well?" she enquired.

How do I explain that I slept with her husband, betrayed both her and her son?

"Well?" she asked again, determined to elicit a response.

"Jen, I'm sorry" a guilty tear welling in my eye.

"Oh no, don't be sorry. It's good!"

Good? What?

"I understand. You had to leave quickly for the interview the next morning."

She didn't know. Charlie somehow had prevented Luke from divulging the truth, and seemingly made up some nonsense about a job interview to excuse my abrupt departure.

"I just hope you got it?"

I went along with the charade: "Well, I don't know yet."

She smiled and stroked my arm, "Hopefully you do. The boys were really miserable after you left -- barely spoke a word!"

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I still didn't want insult Luke with my presence. I stayed in my room while he was home or would make excuses to be elsewhere. My tactics proved successful as I didn't see him once in the final four days.

It was on my last day that I finally got some alone time with Charlie, and we talked about what had happened after we'd been caught on the beach.

He'd arrived back at the hotel to find Jen in their room. She had not yet seen Luke. Luke did appear a couple of hours later, and although quiet, had not uttered a word about his dad and friend's sexual encounter. Later that night, Jen retired to bed leaving the two of them alone. Luke was still confused and angry and hadn't spoken to his dad since he'd berated him on the beach. Charlie apologised again about his infidelity, but assured Luke that the encounter between him and I had been a one-off; we'd never done anything before, and it didn't mean anything. He also confided to Luke that, although confused, he suspected he may be bisexual. However, until that day of 'madness' on the beach he'd never acted on those feelings. He reassured Luke he would never do anything like that again and pleaded with him to keep his indiscretion quiet.

And it worked. Charlie's attempts at damage limitation seemed to have encouraged Luke to brush the whole event under the carpet.

I understood why Charlie took the actions he did, but I was also hurt. It hadn't been a one-off, and I believed we'd started to develop feelings for one another. Perhaps it had all been in my head? I told Charlie I understood and asked him to leave my room. Alone, I tried to make sense of my turbulent emotions.

I left the house the following morning, thinking I would never see Charlie again. But there would be one final encounter.

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It had been just over two months since I'd moved into the new room in the house share. I'd been on a "rebound" since Charlie and had a few guys over to fuck me in my bedroom. However, none of them felt like Charlie. I missed him and how content he had used to make me feel. I'd still look for his notes under my pillow, disappointed to find only an empty space.

I needed to forget about him. Why should I be so hung up on him? It was obvious that he hadn't felt as deeply about me.

Forget him!

My phone vibrated. It was him; our first contact since I'd left. My emotions heightened.

"Hi!"

"Hi," I replied, refusing to put the phone down, staring at the screen like a lovelorn teenager.

"Free tomorrow? I'm on a job and alone from 4pm."

I still felt dejected by what Charlie had said to me in the bedroom that day, and the hurt cut deep. That said, there was never any doubt; I'd always accept his invitations.

"Yeah. Can be."

"Cool! 52 Lancaster Road. See you then. X"

A kiss! Okay, maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see. But a kiss?

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I spent the day with a knot in my stomach. What did Charlie want? I impatiently watched the clock from the second I woke, wishing away the minutes. Finally, the time came for me to make my way to the address he had given me.

Charlie must have spotted me from a window as he'd opened the front door before I'd even walked through the garden gate. His face lit up, and he laughed a little while he beckoned me into the house.

Pleased as I was to see him, I remained guarded. He closed the door behind me and asked me to sit on the stairs with him.

We sat side-by-side in our shorts; his muscular hairy thighs brushing against my almost smooth legs. He placed his hand on my leg. I was desperate to respond, run my hand over his manly thighs. I kept my hands rested on the steps.

"I'm so fucking pleased to see you," he told me. "I've thought about you a lot, and felt I needed to message you last night," he continued. "I'm glad you're here."

He had moved his hand towards my face and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"I've been thinking about what I said to you in the room that day about it being a one-off and never happening again. Do you remember?"

I remembered all too well. That moment would replay in my head at regular intervals.

"Yeah," was the simple response I offered.

Charlie grabbed my offside leg and pulled me closer towards him.

"Well, I thought about it and know that might have hurt you. I just wanted you to know that it did mean something, but I needed to say that to stop Luke saying anything. Thing is, I love Jen and want to stay married to her. But it doesn't mean I didn't love -," Charlie stopped himself.

I knew it! Charlie had developed feelings for me and was three tiny letters away from admitting so. I was comforted by the fact that it hadn't been my imagination, and the bond had run deeper than Charlie dared to acknowledge. Suddenly free from my doubts, I felt a weight lifted -- all I'd needed was this 'almost' confession.

We took one look at one another, knowing that this would be our final meeting, our attraction as strong as ever. Charlie stood up and began to walk away. No! I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him back towards me. I was no longer that shy boy who had been stuck for words on his sofa; I was the one taking charge now.

My hands still holding his shorts, I stood up and pushed myself into him. I buried my face in the nape of his neck, drawing in long breaths, basking myself in his scent. I'd missed this fucking musk! I began to kiss the stubble, working my way up his neck and chin until our lips were locked. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body as we kissed one another again after so long.

Charlie was visibly shocked by how forward the innocent boy he'd known had become, and he loved it! He leaned back a little, a smile covering his face, and gasped with excitement.

"What have I done to you?" he teased.

I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off. I unbuckled his jeans and wrestled them down until they rested on his knees. I put my hand inside his boxers.

"Nothing. Yet!" I responded, as I made a tight fist around his shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned in pleasure as I kissed his nipples, retracting the foreskin of his now hardening cock. It twinged with each grope, growing until there was no room left in his boxers to contain it.

"Get them off!" I instructed him. He did as I commanded, discarding each item of his clothing around the floor.

I felt so empowered! The sexy, dominant man I'd been fucking for months was now putty in my hands. The thrill had made me stiff without even so much as having to touch myself. I quickly removed my own clothing.

We were both naked in the hallway, Charlie's cock gushing his precum onto the wooden flooring. Drip, drip, drip.

"Feed me that!" I demanded as I made my way onto my knees, kneeling between his legs. I forced his huge cock head into my mouth, and he flooded my tongue.

"Fuck me, this is fucking amazing!" he cried as his juices gushed down my throat.

By now, I was able to take his huge cock with ease and it filled my throat.

I sucked on him for a while before my next demand: "Fuck me on the stairs!"

Charlie was so turned on by this that, rather than the usual light growl I'd become accustomed to him making, he howled like a wolf.

"I'm not going to last long. I've missed your fucking tight ass."

"Give me it then," I ordered as I lowered myself onto the step, arching my back so my legs were elevated.

Charlie walked his over to me and used the weight his body against my legs to lift them higher. He took his soaking wet cock in his hand and entered me. I moaned with pleasure, moaned at how much I'd missed him ploughing away inside me. Nobody I'd hooked up in the months since Charlie had ever satisfied my ass the way he did.

He thrust away at me, and after a few minutes told me he was going to cum. I grabbed his hips, stopping him mid-thrust. I looked him deep in the eyes. "Don't cum yet. Go slow and cum when I say."

Charlie wasn't used to me taking charge and was really turned on as he slowed his pace, easing himself in and out of me.

"Oh my God, I can't go much longer," he roared, the beads of sweat from his forehead dripping onto my face as he kissed me.

I could feel from how wet he'd made my hole that he was desperate to cum. Finally, I gave him permission; "cum!"

And, with that he shot his load into me, his screams of ecstasy reverberating around the hallway. Watching his face contort with pleasure took me right to the edge so I ordered him to kneel in front of me. I stood over him, and after one final stroke unleased six massive streams of cum on his face. Soon his face was plastered with my thick spunk, some of it shooting onto the tongue in his open mouth.

He smiled, barely able to catch his breath as swallowed the load and wiped the rest of my cum from his face.

We remained naked for a while, kissing before the evening drew in, wishing it would keep at bay forever. Soon, we would have to go our separate ways; Charlie to continue with married life, a younger me into the unknown future.

Time caught up with us and we needed to dress, but I made one request from Charlie as he put on his underwear: "No. Let me keep them. Please."

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It's been years, and I still have those boxers. The scent has faded over time, but sometimes if I hold them really close and draw a breath, I'm back with my friend's hot dad, Charlie.