Caught By My Dad and His Friend

“No babe, I’m telling you, he doesn’t wear anything under that robe.”

My neighbor, Mr. Joe, was talking to his wife. It was 8:00 on a Saturday night, and my dad and I were all hanging out by Mr. Joe’s pool. My stepmom was out of town with her parents, and Mr. Joe’s son was over at a friend’s house. The subject of Mr. Joe’s comment was none other than my dad, and the three of us roared with laughter as his wife arched her eyebrows at him. We had all had more than a few drinks that night and were feeling great.

“How would you possibly know that?” she asked him.

Mr. Joe laughed again and didn’t answer except to say that he was just joking around. His wife scoffed at him, and fifteen minutes later told us that she was going to bed. Mr. Joe said he’d meet her there soon, but had to borrow something from my dad first.

Mr. Joe and my dad were both built the same: sort of short and stocky, tan skin, and short black hair. They were both good looking guys, by all accounts. I was short too, but much thinner than either of them, and had my dad’s dark complexion. We had been neighbors for years, and the two of them had long since been best friends.

We all walked down the street, each of us swaying a bit from our buzzes. We got back to my house, and I headed to my room, intending to go straight to sleep. I stripped down to my boxers and slid into bed, but drunk as I was, I couldn’t sleep. I slid my boxers down to my ankles and began to gently stroke my cock, thinking that maybe rubbing one out could help me get to sleep. I hadn’t been with a girl in weeks. I was just starting to get hard when I heard a creaking sound coming from somewhere in the house.

Curious, I slid my boxers back up and rolled out of bed. The creaking sound appeared to be coming from my dad’s room. I crept towards it, keeping as quiet as possible. The door was open and the lights were off, but there was a bit of light coming in from the outside lights through the window. I poked my head in to see what the sound was, and was surprised by the sight I was greeted with.

My dad’s naked body was flopping up and down on top of someone I couldn’t see above the covers. He grunted with effort as he bounced up and down, changing speeds at times. The person underneath him curled their toes with pleasure. Putting aside the fact that he was cheating on my stepmom, a dozen questions popped into my head. Who was she, and how had my dad got her into the house so quickly, and without me noticing? However, as I thought about these questions, something strange happened: my dick started to get hard as I watched my dad do his thing. I couldn’t believe it, but I was getting aroused by my own father. My mind slowly began to empty as I stuck my hand down my boxers and grabbed my dick and squeezed. Within seconds, I was fully hard. That’s when the really crazy thing happened.

The two of them flipped, and I got another huge shock: my dad wasn’t cheating on my stepmom with a woman but with another man. One with the same build as him, and who’s tan skin was glistening with sweat. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell that he and my dad were kissing, him lying on top as my dad slid smoothly in and out of his asshole.

Speaking of my dad, his cock was much larger than I expected. Not in length, but in girth. It appeared to be about as long as mine, about 5 or 6 inches or so, but I couldn’t believe how think it was. I couldn’t believe the other guy could even take it. It wasn’t until I heard the other guy’s voice that I realized who it was: our neighbor, Mr. Joe. He moaned gently and asked him to speed it up. My dad obliged, blasting Mr. Joe’s asshole at higher speed. I watched, mesmerized, not even realizing that I was still stroking my cock. In fact, my mind was basically blank, and I let my guard down for a moment and sneezed.

They both stopped at once, and looked over.