God i wish my dad would stop trolling my friends. It used to be that I couldnt bring any of my femal
God i wish my dad would stop trolling my friends. It used to be that I couldnt bring any of my female friends over without him parading around shirtless, showing his hairy chested dad bod and often times wearing next to nothing else. He was blessed with a big thick dick, which I might add that he failed to pass on to me. All it would take would be a short stroll in the room like that and whatever chance I may have had with the girl was lost, supplanted by their desire for older better meat. Fortunately I was wired for both sexes, so I figured I might have a fighting chance with some of those rough neck boys instead. Turns out dad did pass that genetic code down. I got no breaks. He was bi as well. And we had similar tastes in both women and men. What the hell! So I took to having my escapades on the road or in parks so I could have a fighting chance to get to fuck my date. Once their presence were known, dad would stake his claim and end up with my date instead. I dont blame my dates. Hell if I were them, I’d probably want dad over me as well. All it would take would be a little encouragement and I’d be in his lap instead. Guess thats what they mean by animal magnetism.Its taken a turn though, since I stopped bringing my dates over to the house. Without the steady flow of sex partners, yes hed actually fuck my dates at the house! Without them appearing, my old man had to go find his own fuck partners. And he has a very high sex drive. I think it was what drove mom away. The old man can’t go fucking my dates if he never meets them! Ha!The only ones who come around are my long term buddies. And they just laugh about my old man stealing my dates. I put up with their shit because they’re my buds. And they know too much about me to have as enemies. Two weeks ago, I got my hands on a classic T-bird which needed a lot of work. Needless to say, my boys were fucking drooling to get to work on it. On any given night you’d find me and two or 5hree of my buds out there setting the timing belt or working on the interior or whatever else one of us could snag from the pull apart guy. It was slow work, but then it is all about the task, not the finished product. While Pete, Ted and I were debating on whether I should get white wall tires, dad came sauntering into the garage wearing just his work pants to see the progress. As he was checking out the motor work we had done as well as some of the body work, he stretched his topless hairy chest around and definitely made a point of showing off his firm muscular legs. By the time he was done assessing our work, he was hard and showing and those work pants did little to hide it. He stood their with his strong arms crossed over his chest as he made eye contact with my buds while his beer can dick throbbed an obscene bulge in his pants. After he finished, he gave each of us pats on our backs and went back inside. Pete just laughed and said he was glad he didn’t have to compete with that. Damn! I almost offered my ass up right here in the garage! Then we all had a good laugh. Well needless to say that little episode got around to the other guys as well and they were all showing up to help in hopes of getting to see it. Dad did not disappoint. By the end of the week, he managed to give Jimmy, Bill, Nuts, and Vic a good peek at his physique in all its glory. So I was the freak show they all wanted to see. I could live with that, I guess. The guys were helping me get my clunker back to road worthy status. It was starting to get crowded out in my garage as the guys would gather for a repeat show from dad. I think they just wanted some positive reinforcement from a parental figure and frankly Dad was supplying it. On Tuesday their were four guys out there with me. Almost too many in that garage when Dad made his walk through. He got to inspecting the interior and checking out the motor purring while my buds were soaking in the adulation. After the claps on the backs he went back into the house leaving us all quiet all we took in his visit. After a few minutes, we got back to working. About twenty minutes later, I noticed Bill wasn’t out there with us. I asked where he got to and Nuts said he went in to use the can about ten minutes ago. I told them I needed to hit the can as well and popped into the house. Funny thing was, the toilet was empty. I drained my bladder and went to make sure everything was all right. Maybe Bill wasn’t feeling too good. I stuck my head into the living room and all I saw was the chairs in front of a running TV. Huh. I suddenly heard Bill grunting from the hallway. I hurried over, thinking he was using the bathroom there. What I found was something I wasn’t prepared for. There was Bill all right, getting his ass pounded by my dad on his bed. Hell, they didn’t even close the bedroom door. Dad was on top, deep dicking my buddy and my friend was enjoying being used. He was moaning as his eyes rolled up into his head. Dad looked up at me and smiled as he grabbed my friend’s shoulders and thrust up his hole. Well one thing I can say, my dad obviously knew how to throw a good fuck. Bill was still unaware of me standing right in front of him. With a huge grin, dad asked if he could me. Bills eyes flew open to see me standing there. Dad continued to dick my buddy, hitting all his sensitive spots with that thick dick. I stammered that I was concerned about Bill. Dad said that obviously Bill was just fine and I could go on back out to my car. Bill will be out when I’m done. Then he picked up some speed as he piston fucked my buddy. I left the bedroom and went back to the garage listening to the rhythmic pounding going on. As I got back outside, the guys asked about Bill. I told them that he was helping my dad move some bulky stuff around. He’ll be out shortly. The guys all looked around but I knew right then they were well aware what was going on. True enough, Bill came hobbling out a little while later with a cheesy smile on his face. The guys wanted to know if he got everything taken care of. He told them “for now, but he seems very demanding. I wouldn’t be surprised if he changes his mind again and want my help again.” The guys all agreed they would share that responsibility. Bill went over and sat down in my car. Pete told him to be sure and put a towel down. We wouldn’t want to mess up our buddy’s freshly cleaned interior, would we? The guys all laughed. Word traveled fast. The next night all the guys were there to work on my car. Pete and Nuts both went inside to help Dad and didn’t return for an hour. By Friday, the guys didn’t even bother pretending. My T-bird was forgotten as they traveled directly into Dad’s bedroom. Guess he got his fuck supply after all. -- source link