I had the worst crush on Mikey Pierce's dad. As excited as I was to graduate high school and go away to college, what I looked forward to more was returning home a grown man who might fit in with the guys Mr. Pierce invited over for poker at his place. Whenever I spent the night at Mikey's, I always wanted to join in their game.<br><br>The week before leaving for college, I stayed at Mikey's one last time. While Mr. Pierce and his buddies gambled, Mikey and I stole a couple of beers and watched movies upstairs. By the time it was my turn to sneak downstairs to get more drinks, the card game was over and I thought all the visitors had left.<br><br>But Mr. Pierce was in the dining room. He wasn't alone. The man in there with him owed Mr. Pierce a couple hundred bucks from playing cards, and I had a ring-side seat as he paid up.

My Best Friend's Dad

Glancing up from the TV, Mr. Pierce gave me a


rare smile that lit up his harsh features and made my heart flutter


in my chest. At that small gesture I knew I loved the man. “Mikey’s


in the kitchen. Why don’t you head on up?”


Numbly, I nodded. Each step I took chafed my


cock. I was so sure Mr. Pierce could see the bulge in the front of


my jeans so I turned away from him, walking at an odd angle so he


wouldn’t see how hard I was for him. God.It was going to be


Sleeping over Mikey’s meant an evening


leafing through pornos, beating the crap out of each other on the


Playstation, and watching horror movies on DVD. Where he got his


stash of nudie mags, I never knew, but there was always one or two


new titles in his collection he wanted to show me when I stopped


by. Playboy, Hustler, Jugs…he had them all. I


feigned interest in them to avoid suspicion, but to be honest I


spent more time reading the short stories in Playboythan


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