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

Mr. Pierce’s gruff voice rose sharply like a


verbal slap. “Mikey! Open that damn door!”


probably desperate to come now, yanking on his dick as hard as he


could before his dad made it up the few steps to pound on his


bedroom door. The thought made me laugh even harder.


A note of warning crept into Mr. Pierce’s


Behind me, the door flew open. I tumbled back


out of Mr. Pierce’s line of sight and fell against Mikey’s legs. I


was still snickering as I looked up into my friend’s face, and the


glare he gave me got me laughing all over again. “Dickhead,” he


muttered, kicking me in the side. “You can go home, you know.”


“You’d miss me,” I joked, and rolled away


Ignoring us, Mr. Pierce told his son, “Don’t


you pull this shit tonight. The guys are coming over for poker so I


want you boys to stay up here out of sight. Got that, Mikey?”


Chapter 6