NookieStar presents: The DILFThis story is a work of fiction (although it is based on real events!) Itcontains scenes that involve sex between consenting adult males and if thisoffends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited law from viewing suchmaterial, leave now. Just so you know, this story is set in England!THE DILFI’d never looked at my mate’s dad in that way before. But after that night,I’d never look at him in the same way again.It was my mate’s 21st. To be honest, I was getting a bit bored of 21st’s asthis was the fifth one I’d been to in the last twelve weeks, and none ofthem compared to my 21st three months ago… although that’s a whole otherstory waiting to be written. But Josh was my best mate so there was no wayin hell I was gonna miss his party. They’d put a marquee up in the gardenand even installed a makeshift bar and dancefloor for the occasion. But asI would discover later, the marquee wasn’t the only thing to be erectedthat night…It was a good mix of friends and family, and the seemingly endless supplyof alcohol flowed freely all night. It was safe to say a merry night washad all. As a joke, we’d hired a male stripper for Josh — much to hisgirlfriend’s delight. I have to be honest and admit that the stripper wasmore my idea than anyone else’s, and was for my benefit as much as anyoneelse’s — not that anyone knew that — but the suggestion didn’t meet withmuch resistance, as everyone agreed that it would be an amusing prank for a21st. He was actually one of the hottest strippers I’d ever seen and I hadto do my best not to look like I was enjoying watching him too much.Luckily I’ve had years of practice at acting straight, so there’s no reasonfor anyone to suspect otherwise. I think I’d probably die if any of mymates knew which side I really batted for.I’d known Josh since we were about four years old. His dad, Paul, was inhis late forties, and was about as straight as a man could get — loved hisDIY, loved his football, loved his lager. If he wasn’t building or fixingsomething in the house, he was down the pub with his mates watching thefootie. I’d always got on well with him and he seemed to be very fond of metoo. We could always have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.As the evening progressed, a common topic of conversation was my hair. Nowmy hair is blond, quite light blond, although it seems to get noticeablydarker when I’ve been in the sun. This was something that always fascinatedJosh’s dad and he often commented on it. Tonight there seemed to be a groupof us discussing the matter and somehow Paul managed to steer theconversation to my pubes and what colour they were — or in his wordswhether “the collar matched the cuff”. I explained that strangely my pubeswere actually a lot darker in colour than the hair on my head, and thisonly seemed to intrigue Paul even more. With the others around egging meon, he persuaded me to lower my boxers a little so that we could all seethe pubes in question.”Bloody `ell, you weren’t joking were ya!” shouted Paul.The base of my cock was on show and one of the girls wolf-whistled atme. “Show us a bit more!”At this point I pulled my boxers swiftly back up, gave her a wink and said”Sorry babe you gotta pay to see more.” This was met general laughterand that seemed to be an end to the topic of my hair colour for now. 3 in the morning, most people had left and those few of us stillstanding were pretty drunk. The sofa in the front room was going to be mybed for the night, as I’d decided I was too drunk to walk home. The othersall went up to bed, and I took my shirt off, ready for bed, when there wasa knock on the door and Paul came in with a duvet for me.”Cheers Paul,” I smiled, taking the duvet from him.”No worries mate. Need anything else?” he asked.”No, I’m good,” I replied.Paul looked at me for a moment and then said, “I still can’t get over thecolour of your pubes mate, show us them again.” now I was wasted, and as anyone who knows me will testify, I’ll prettymuch do anything anyone asks me to when I’m drunk.”Fine.” I rolled my eyes at Paul, and pulled down my boxers half way, thistime unwittingly revealing a bit more of my cock than earlier.Paul seemed mesmerised them. “I can’t get over them,” he said. And then,to my complete surprise, he reached down and started touching them. Evenmore to my surprise, I didn’t flinch, I just let him run his fingersthrough them. But his attention quickly turned to my cock, and he pulled itright out of my boxers.”Er, yeah, that’s my dick Paul.”"Pretty decent size, ain’t it?” He then pulled my boxers down further, pastmy balls, cupping them in his hand. “Big bollocks too.”"Yeah, I’m pretty happy with them really,” I smiled.My best mate’s dad was now playing with my cock and balls, and I was sodrunk I didn’t even think anything of it. Infact I was quite enjoying it.”Wanna see mine?” he asked.”Yeah, OK,” I casually replied.He unzipped himself and pulled down his own boxers. His cock was startingto stiffen, but even in its semi-erect state, I could see that it washuge. Not just in length but also in girth. Josh’s mum was one lucky woman!Instinctively, I reached down and started rubbing it. Paul let out a softmoan as he continued to play with mine, squeezing my balls and stroking mycock which was now starting to get hard.”You had a good night then?” asked Paul.”Yeah it’s been wicked,” I replied.”Yeah it has been pretty special,” he said.And we continued making idle chit chat while we played with each other’shard ons. At any other time I would have thought this to be a most bizarresituation, but somehow at the time it just seemed like the most normalthing in the world. Me and my mate’s dad, just having a casual conversationwith our cocks out and gently stroking and rubbing each other’s erections.Paul then turned away for a moment and quietly closed the door. Then heturned back round and without saying a word, pushed me down onto the sofa,knelt down in front of me and slowly started sucking me off. I was a bittaken aback, but decided to go with it. I spread my legs wider and startedto relax, enjoying Paul’s lips and tongue working their magic up and downmy cock. Somehow, knowing that my best mate and the rest of his family wereupstairs while his dad was down here with my cock in his mouth, turned meon even more.”Fuck, yeah!” I moaned softly. “Don’t stop!”Eager to please, Paul sucked harder and faster, while I pushed down on theback of his head and simultaneously thrust myself forward into his face. Icouldn’t help but notice how seemingly experienced he was at blowjobs, andI found myself wondering how many other of Paul’s mates he’d seduced. Notthat I minded being seduced like this. Not one bit.I spread my legs even wider, and Paul reached with his hand and startedcupping my balls while he sucked me, gently squeezing them and rubbingthem. I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life. Paul then slidhis hand further down from my balls and found my arsehole. Slowly heinserted a finger up it, making me gasp, all the while sucking relentlesslyon my cock. I could see my precum already dripping down Paul’s chin. Hecontinued to finger me while he sucked me off, and I knew I couldn’t holdout much longer, I could feel my orgasm starting to build.With one final almighty groan, I felt my warm jizz explode into Paul’smouth, as I trembled with pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of it, gulpingdown squirt after squirt. But suddenly, my tremble of pleasure turned to atremble of fear… footsteps were coming down the stairs.Paul shot up and pulled his pants up. I did the same.With not even a second to spare, the door opened and Josh walked in. Helooked at us both, and my heart stopped. Had he noticed something? Had oneof us left our cock hanging out?”Oh you’ve got a duvet,” he said. “Mum said to come down and check you gotone.”"Yeah,” I mumbled, motioning to the duvet. “Your dad brought it down.”"Cool,” he said. “Well I’m off to bed, I’m fucked!”"Yeah, night mate.”"Night.”Just before turning towards the door, he looked at Paul. “Dad, you need toclean your face man, you got mayonnaise or something on your chin.”"Have I?” stuttered a bewildered Paul, and reached for a near box oftissues, as Josh left and went up to bed.Paul and I looked at each other and breathed a huge collective sigh ofrelief.”I better go to bed,” he said quietly, walking towards the door.”Yeah, I really need to get some sleep,” I replied.But he stopped when he got to the door and looked at me. He had a worriedexpression on his face. When he spoke, it was barely more than awhisper. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this are you?”"Of course not,” I replied.”I’ve got a wife, and kids, I could lose everything you know.”"Chill man, I’m not gonna say anything to anyone. It’s not exactlysomething I want people knowing either.”"No,” agreed Paul.”Well, night night,” he half-smiled, and left the room, closing the doorbehind him, leaving me to get comfortable in my duvet on the sofa. As I laythere, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Never in a million yearswould I have guessed the night would end up like this. I’d never looked atmy mate’s dad in that way before. But after tonight, I’d never look at himin the same way again.