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

I would have given anything to be brave


Instead I continued to watch, biting the


inside of my cheek as I pleasured myself. “Hank,” RC sighed, over


and over again. “God,” and “yes,” and “Hank, Jesus,” as if


this were a religious experience for him. I knew I was close to


coming, and I wasn’t the one on the receiving end of Mr. Pierce’s


relentless ministrations. How RC didn’t shoot a load, how he even


managed to standwhen my own knees wanted to buckle, was


Finally, RC gasped, “Hank!” Louder this time,


almost a command, his voice breathless. “Enough already. Just fuck


With a last kiss on the mole that started it


all, Mr. Pierce joked, “Oh, so nowyou’re ready to pay the


“I want your cock,” RC said, his vulgar words


enflaming my own blood, “in my ass, in twoseconds, or I’m


going to spaz all over the table here and you can explain to the


guys next time they’re over why your cards are covered in my


Chapter 16