Driven Home by My Best Friend’s Dad (After the Whistle #3)

Chapter 1 Car Ride

Green trees lined the road as the sun beamed down from above.

Simon and Peter drove quietly through the streets and onto the highway.

Peter still had his hand firmly placed on Simon’s thigh.

Simon’s heart grew fonder with every passing second in the car.

It was nice to be desired by someone as attractive as Peter.

Simon always assumed that Peter had men and women drooling over him.

How Peter moved, the confidence, the swagger.

Plus, he looked like the perfect American dad.

He was burly, hairy, and sported a golden-blonde beard.

There was just the right amount of muscle and fat on him.

He carried a protective energy around him, one that you’d expect from a dad.

Simon remembered how nice it felt to run his hands through Peter’s short blonde hair while the older man rested his stomach on Simon’s back as they made love.

Simon was the opposite.

Fit, and far more smooth compared to the hairy Peter.

He had a little peach fuzz on his face and blue eyes compared to Peter’s green.

His face was innocent.

He looked exactly like a young man who had just graduated college on time at 22 years old.

They continued talking about life and Simon’s first job after college.

This would be his first big-boy job, and he was excited but nervous too.

Peter was a retired executive from a very big company.

His house, clothes, and even cars spoke of his wealth, but Simon knew there was more.

Simon listened as Peter told him about his first job and how the change from college, where your schedule was free and of your own making, to the corporate 9-5 was a lot harder than he thought.

It took him a year to finally get comfortable with his work schedule.

Peter joked, saying corporate work was more like high school than it was college.

Simon listened closely, but it wasn’t just his ears.

His eyes focused on Peter’s body.

He couldn’t help but stare, especially at the man’s crotch.

It was as if his eyes gravitated to them naturally.

Every second he spent with Peter only made him fall more and more for the man.

From the southern drawl and deep voice to tree-trunk legs.

Desire surged throughout Simon’s smooth, slim body.

He wanted to feel Peter’s warmth again.

The memories of them making love occupied a part of his mind permanently.

The horniness was unbearable… he needed to relieve himself, otherwise it’d bother him all day.

Peter smiled, seeing how much Simon was eyeing his crotch.

Every time he shifted in his seat, Simon’s eyes darted over to find the slightest hint of a boner.

Peter was packing an 8-inch cock, and it was like 4 inches soft, so it didn’t leave much room for imagination.

Simon wanted so badly to just reach over and rub Peter’s bulge.

“Well, how did you enjoy our time together over the last few days? Congratulations once again on another win!”

“It was amazing, sir… No one has ever made me feel the way you did… I didn’t even know it was possible, sir,” Simon said, struggling to keep it together because of Peter’s hot, southern voice.

Simon trembled under the weight of Peter’s words.

He couldn’t help as his cock leaked pre-cum.

There was a wet spot growing in his underwear.

“Haha, I’m very glad that I could give you the time of your life.” Peter said, rubbing along Simon’s thigh. He inched closer and closer to Simon’s crotch.

Simon felt electricity race through his body as Peter’s rough fingers approached his growing bulge.

It didn’t take long for him to give in to his burning desire.

He placed his hands on Peter’s bulge.

The fabric of Peter’s jeans and underwear was the only thing standing between Simon and pleasure.

“Looks like someone finally got the bravery to act on their desire,” Peter teased, winking at Simon before turning back to keep his eye on the road.