maturedadsandmen: What Dad’s been doing in his spare time since he retired from the force after 30 y
maturedadsandmen: What Dad’s been doing in his spare time since he retired from the force after 30 years a few months ago. I thought he’d just take up golf like every other man does when he retires.Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon him one morning while browsing through one of my favorite gay cam sites after I’d taken two “I deserve a break” days off of work.I sat there, enraptured, as I watched him as he sat on his bed, not a stitch of clothing on his perfectly chiseled body except his favorite hat that he always wore when he ran, went to the gym, and practically everywhere else. The way he looked directly at me through the computer as he sat there, legs spread, jacking his cock. He knew exactly how to play to the camera…when to give a naughty, sexy smile…when to wink…when to smirk. It was as if Dad had been doing this his whole life. He was practically a fuckin’ professional jack-off artist!Before long, my shorts were crumpled-up at my feet and I was furiously jacking my own aching dick right along with him. I’d always looked up to and admired him. Hell, the man was practically my hero when I was growing up. I wanted to be just like him. Even now, I spent four days a week at the gym after work, trying to make my body look like his. If I was honest with myself, it wasn’t just hero worship. When I’d discovered masturbation in my early teens, he’d been who I fantasized about most of the time. As I fell in line with the typical peer pressure to be like everyone else my age, I chalked all of that up to how much I admired him, not a symptom of who I really was. Still yet, even as I began dating girls for show in high school, the only pants I really wanted to get into were his.Now, with my high school years over a dozen years behind me, it felt good to finally be honest with myself, my family, and my friends. My jack-off fantasies about Dad continued…and had settled into a harmless crush. I had to admit it stung a little during that six-month period of time after he and my mother divorced that he seemed to be dating a different woman every week. Thankfully, I hadn’t let my sexual desire for him interfere with our relationship. He and I were still as close as we’d always been…practically like best friends. In fact, everyone who knew us said we acted more like brothers than father and son. We told each other everything. Or, I THOUGHT we told each other everything. I never had a clue about THIS!After several minutes of watching him stroke for the camera and having to bring myself back from the brink of cumming, I heard him say in a low, husky growl, “I’m about to cum, fellas!” Not even five seconds later, he was spilling his seed all over his chest and stomach. That was all I needed to see to send my own load into the palm of my hand. Easily the biggest load I’d shot in ages!Later that day, I went by the house to spend time with Dad and, for the first time in my whole life, I felt awkward around him. I don’t think he picked up on it, but it was so weird for me. I felt a mixture of guilty and incredibly horny. Honestly, I wanted to bring up the cam show he’d put on earlier that day, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I mean, how does one even start that conversation? “So, Dad… That was quite a load you shot this morning!”The next morning, I found myself stationed at my computer at the same time as the morning before. I logged into the site and did a search for his user name, “excop63.” Sure enough, he was online. When I brought up his camera feed, there he was, sprawled-out on his bed, putting on another expert show like he’d been doing it for years.It was then that I got an idea. I knew I shouldn’t do it. But the pull of my desire wouldn’t listen to my conscience. I pulled out my phone and began taking pictures: my bare chest flexing and not flexing; my hard cock sticking out of my boxers…and then without my boxers on; a pic of my ass; plus a few other assorted pics. Then, I created an actual account on the site, instead of the guest account I’d always used, using the name “dadsbestfriend,” and uploaded my pics. Then, I brought Dad’s cam feed back up.As I sat there, watching him and stroking, I began typing messages to him using the chat feature. He wasn’t responding to people by typing. I was thankful for that. I didn’t want to see his hands anywhere but on his cock and the rest of his body. I got a thrill when, after I’d typed out “God damn, excop, you’re a fuckin’ hottie. Your body needs my tongue and mouth on it on a daily basis, stud!” he responded by practically moaning, “Yeeeaaaaahhh! Thank you, dadsbest.” Fuck, this was such a horny scene!By the time I saw his body convulse and his load spurt all over himself, I knew I was hooked on watching him. For the next few weeks, I religiously watched him every morning, taking the risk to watch him and type messages to him in the chat room while I was at work. It was well worth the risk to see him jack off. Plus, when he saw that my user name had become a regular viewer, he started treating me like some sort of VIP, talking dirty directly to me as he lay on his bed, jacking. We’d become online buddies. He would even pester me from time to time about going on camera so we could watch each other. It was a strangely satisfying relationship…and yet not at all. I had gotten to the point where I wanted to move our online flirtation into the real world. But, I wasn’t sure that could ever happen. It was one thing to jack off for me, unwittingly. But would he be up for the real thing? I wasn’t even sure he was into guys. Dad played the part pretty well on camera. But on these jack-off sites, straight guys jack off for what they know will be a mixed audience all the time. The lines are very blurred. I couldn’t bring myself to approach Dad about this in real life without knowing whether or not he’d be open to the idea. If I blindly made a move on him and it ruined how close he and I were, I don’t think I could take it.Luckily, an opportunity presented itself one morning a couple weeks later. Dad was on camera - in his trusty hat with a little bit of scruff on his face - in a different location this time…sitting at his desk in his den. I was surprised when I got a private message from him, asking if I wanted to go into a private chat room. It was a dream come true! I wouldn’t have to share him with the rest of the people who normally flocked to watch him. I immediately agreed. So, for nearly an hour, we had a conversation while he stroked himself: me typing and him verbally.At one point, he looked into his PC cam, like he was looking directly into my soul. “So, Dadsbestfriend. We’ve been online buds for a few months now. I’ve always wondered about your user name. Does it just mean you’re into DILFs? Or, is there anything going on with you and your actual dad?”“Nothing between me and my dad. Just into DILFs,” I typed. Then, feeling bold, I added, “But I would be honored if he wanted to fool around with me. My dad’s the best man I know. And a total stud, to boot!”He chuckled. “I figured you had a thing for your dad.”“Gay or not, don’t most sons on some level?” I typed back.He smirked into the camera. “I guess they do. And for most dads, the feeling’s probably mutual.” Those words hit me like a bolt of lightning. Was he telling his me, his online buddy, that he secretly wanted to fuck around with me? I was so stunned, that I didn’t type back a response right away. He must’ve taken my silence as permission to keep talking. “You ever tried seeing if he’d be willing to fool around with you, Dadsbest?”“No. Too afraid of how he’d react when I was younger. And now, we’re more like best friends than father and son. Don’t want to ruin our relationship if he’s not into it.”“Too bad,” he said back to me. “You and I have become friends. I always want my friends to have what makes them happy. And I think having your dad would make you very happy.”It was surreal that we were having this conversation about each other without him even knowing it was me that he was talking to. “Yeah. It would.” I typed back to him. Then, before he could respond, I added, “What about you? You have any kids?”I was heading into dangerous waters with this line of questioning. But, what he said earlier about most dads having a thing for their sons was still ringing in my ears. I had to know if he was including himself in that group.A genuine smile came on his face. “Yeah. I got one son. He’s a good kid. Didn’t follow in my footsteps, career-wise. Decided to go into education, instead. He’s now one of the youngest high school principals the local school district here has ever had. He keeps in good shape just like me, though. He’s done a lot of good things with his life. I’m a proud father!”I was touched that he would say all of that. Dad wasn’t one of those emotionally closed-off guys with me. I knew he was proud of me. But, it was something else entirely to hear him rattle off my virtues to someone he thought was a complete stranger. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of guilt about what I’d been doing the past few months washed over me. I’d used deceit and outright lying to gain his confidence online. Now that things were getting personal, I worried about how he would feel if he ever found out dadsbestfriend was me. Of course, my horniness and my need to know how he felt about me in his heart of hearts overruled my worries. With my fingers trembling slightly, I typed into my work computer the question that had been burning in my mind for more than 20 years. “Sounds like you think very highly of him. You ever thought about fooling around with him sexually…showing him how proud he makes you?”For a few seconds he didn’t answer. He grinned, looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Boy, did he know how to keep a guy in suspense. Finally, Dad looked at the camera and grabbed his hard cock to give it a tug. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it every so often.” Then, after a quick chuckle, he corrected himself. “Or, at least once a day.”I wish a mirror had been nearby in my office so I could see how broad a smile was on my face. In fact, I felt like doing a happy dance. But, I didn’t. One, I didn’t want any of the secretaries to walk by and wonder what I was doing. Two, I needed to keep our conversation going. “I’ll throw your question from earlier back at you,” I typed hastily. “You ever tried anything with him?” Of course, I knew the answer was no. But I had to keep pretending I was a stranger.“Nah,” he said quickly and nonchalantly. “The funny thing is, my boy’s actually gay. But, I’m not sure he’d want to screw around with his crusty, old man.““Okay. First of all,” I started typing. “you’re NOT crusty. You’re a grade-A slab of stud DILF beef. Second, you just agreed with me a few minutes ago when I said most sons have a thing for their dad. He might think about you just as often as you think about him.““I can’t take that chance, dude. You of all people should understand that, given how you feel about your own dad. It took a lot of work for my boy and I to keep our relationship close and intact after his mother and I divorced. I can’t put that in jeopardy.”What I said to him next was crucial. I could see myself and my sexy father at the end of the tunnel, fucking each others brains out. It was within my reach. But, I had to be careful with how i advised him as “dadsbestfriend,” or that fantasy would never become a reality. “I think you owe it to yourself and your son to at least give it a shot. I’m sure you can figure out a way to feel it out and, if you get the vibe that he’s not interested, play it off as something else.”Again, he took a few moment to look at the ceiling and the wall, in deep thought, before he said anything back to me. It was the longest few moments of my life! Finally, he broke his silence. “Okay. I’ll make a deal with you, then,” he turned to look into the camera, not missing a beat, still stroking himself. “Today’s Friday. Sometime this weekend, you put the moves on your dad and I’ll put the moves on my son. On Monday morning, we’ll meet back here and compare notes. What do you say?” I was floored! Was he actually serious or was he just saying this to placate “dadsbestfriend”? Was this really about to happen? “Hello? Dadsbest? Do we have a deal, bud?”Holy shit! Did we EVER have a deal! “You got it, man!” I typed back to him.He looked directly into the camera and gave me a sexy grin. “Awesome! Listen, bud… I know I usually give you a cumshot, but I’ve got an appointment I have to get ready for. I’ll give you an extra special load on Monday after you tell me all about how hot in bed your dad was this weekend.”“That’s a promise I’ll make sure you keep,” I typed back. “Talk to you later, excop. Good luck with your son this weekend.”“You too, bud! Later!” Then his cam feed went black.For a few minutes, I sat at my desk, feeling like my breath had been taken away. I couldn’t believe the conversation we’d just had…and what that might mean for the future. I glanced over at my cell phone on my desk, halfway expecting it to ring right away. Of course, it didn’t. I knew I was gonna be on pins & needles for the rest of the day, waiting for him to get in touch with me. That’s why it was a relief when Carla knocked on my office door and stuck her head in. “Pete, the contractors are here to give an estimate about those repairs in the boys and girls gym locker rooms.”Thank God! Something to take my mind off of what had just happened. Between getting wrapped up with the contractors and dealing with a couple of other issues in the school, I didn’t make it back to my desk for about two hours. In fact, I’d just sat down when my cell phone rang. It was Dad! My heart leapt in my chest. “Hey!” I said, answering the call, trying not to sound overeager. “What’s going on, Dad?”“Not much, buddy. Not much…” He actually sounded a little nervous. Uncharacteristic for my usually-confident father. “Listen, I was thinking… You got any plans tonight?”I couldn’t stop the grin from forming on my face. He was actually doing it…following through with our conversation online earlier. “No. Not yet. Why?”“Well, like I said… I was thinking… Maybe you’d wanna come over tonight and have dinner with me. I’ll cook!”I couldn’t let the opportunity pass by to rib him a little. “I don’t know, Dad. I haven’t had Chef Boyardee since I was ten.”He roared with laughter, hopefully easing his nerves a little. “You prick! I’m not going to fix pasta out of a can! You know damn well I’m a pretty good cook. I’ll fix us something nice. We’ll pop open a bottle of wine.”“Wine?” I asked sarcastically, forgetting myself. Good-naturedly teasing Dad came as second nature. But I didn’t want to shame him into putting off our night together.“Or beer. Whatever… As long as we get to spend time together” he said, trying to play it off.“Wine will be great, Dad. I’d love it. In fact, I’ll swing by the store on my way over and bring a bottle!” I said, hopefully mopping up my mistake.“Good! Now, you’re sure you don’t have any plans? I don’t want you to feel like you gotta hang out with your old man if you got something better going on.”“Dad, relax. There’s nowhere I’d rather be tonight than having dinner and wine with you. What time should I be there?”“Is seven good for you?”“It’s perfect,” I said, involuntarily throwing a lilt in my voice.“Great. See you then, son!”“Okay. See you then!”“Hey, Son…?” he said, obviously hoping to catch me before I ended the call on my end.“Yeah, Dad?”“I’m really looking forward to this tonight.”“Me too, Dad!”“Good. See you later on, then.”“I can’t wait. Bye, Dad.”“Bye!”If the huge smile on my face wasn’t an indicator of how excited and happy I was, the hard cock in my slacks definitely gave away how I felt about what might be about to happen tonight. The next five hours until seven o’clock would probably be the longest five hours I’ve ever experienced. But it would all be worth it, I hoped.No matter how this dinner tonight turned out, there was no way I was ever reveal to Dad who “dadsbestfriend” really is. In fact, if he and I actually turned into a “thing” - fuck bud, FWB, or something more serious - I was already planning on having “dadsbestfriend” gradually fade away into the ether of the internet. After all, I couldn’t carry on a sexual relationship with the man at the same time I was lying to him on a webcam show website. But I still knew if things happened tonight the way I wanted them to, “excop63” and “dadsbestfriend” would have a whole lot to talk about come Monday morning. -- source link