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“Thanks for helping my dad move,” my best friend Joel said. “He’s been kinda… weird, since the divorce.” 

“Yeah, no problem,” I replied in between swigs. Joel had asked for help since his dad didn’t have any real work friends—or at least, none that he’d been comfortable enough to ask for help from. I guess it’s true what they say: men are getting lonely in the information age. “At least he didn’t have too many things to move.” 

“That’s ‘cause mom got most of it in the settlement,” Joel scoffed.

“Right, sucks,” I took another swig to hide a smirk—poor guy. “I gotta take care of something. Where’s the restroom?”

“Dad’s gotta fix the one on the main floor. Head upstairs, then down the hall and on the right.” 

I grunted—even with half his cash, dude could still afford a house.

I stumbled upstairs past boxes marked “fragile” and “this side up,” until I came to the door that looked like every other in the hallway. But after opening it, instead of being greeted by a sink and toilet, I saw my best friend’s dad, Mac, totally naked, his back on a recently-unpacked bed and his legs pointed at the ceiling so I could clearly see his big, hairy nutsack.

“Oh, uh, hey kiddo,” Mac said with a sheepish grin. “You kinda caught me in the middle of something.” 

Mr. Macinotsh was a pretty big guy, with a wide, round belly, big, juicy tits, and a full beard that complemented the rest of him well. In gay parlance, he would have easily been a bear—and a hot one at that. I could already feel myself chub up at the sight.

What I should have done was close the door, gone back downstairs, never mention anything to Joel, and taken what I’d seen to the grave. But instead, I stepped into what was clearly a bedroom and not a bathroom, slowly closing the door behind me so Joel couldn’t hear. 

Maybe I have a thing for bears. Or fat, middle-aged, and lonely guys. 

“Sure looks that way, Mr. Macintosh,” I said, then pointed at the tripod-mounted camera aimed directly at Mac’s flaccid chode. “You doing a little photo shoot?” 

“Um, yeah, actually,” Mac laughed. “I uh… well, I was trying to take some pictures for a few online dating profiles.” 

I smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Dating sites, or…?”

“Alright, you got me,” Mac chuckled. I liked the sound of his laugh. “More like hook-up sites.” 

“Good for you, Mr. Macintosh! Way to hit the ground running and get back into the meat market.” 

“Yeah, seems like everyone is bearing it all on the internet these days.” 

“Don’t I know it. Go to any gay hookup app and it’s just wall-to-wall dicks and ass pics.” 

Mac winced. “It sure looked that way when last I checked.” 

“Wait—you’re telling me you want a gay hookup?” 

“Well, there’s a reason why I’m divorced,” Mac shrugged, and I watched his belly bounce enticingly. “Haven’t been with another man since my college days, but I was hoping to make up for lost time.” 

Somehow, the revelation of my best friend’s dad’s sexuality was more shocking than seeing him nude and lewd. “Does Joel know?” 

“No, no,” Mac shook his head.  “At least, I don’t think so. Has he mentioned anything to you?” 

“Just that you’re a lonely guy, and acting a little strange. Turns out, you just wanted a little strange,” I joked, and Mac laughed again. It was a warm rumbling, like distant thunder in the heat of summer. 

“That’s true,” Mac said after his laughter had died down, and then I caught him glancing very pointedly at my groin. “Is Joel still here?”

“Yeah, but we’re done moving everything. You stay right there; I’ll be right back.” 

I casually sauntered back downstairs and told Joel that his dad needed my help with something. “Go grab some snacks for the game, and I’ll see you back at your place in a bit.” 

It was clear Joel was confused by the sudden dismissal, but he also didn’t want to stick around for more work. He wouldn’t be any good at the labor I was about to offer anyway. “Yeah, sure,” he said, then grabbed his empties and made for the door. Once he’d left, I flew back upstairs to see Mac now on all fours with his enormous ass aimed directly at me. 

“It looked like you enjoyed the view before,” Mac called over his shoulder. “How’s the view now?” 

“Fucking hot, Mr. Macintosh,” I said, feeling my hard cock strain against my jeans. “So when’s the last time that ass got worked over?” 

“Properly? Decades, but I try to keep in practice as best I can,” he said, then proved it by plunging a thick finger down to the second knuckle. I almost creamed myself right then and there.

I walked over to the camera and hit the ‘record’ button. Then, I undid my belt and stepped out of my jeans as they fell to the floor. My cock sprang up as I pulled the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs, flinging a pearl of precum to land somewhere on Mac’s fur-covered backside. He must have felt it, because I saw a shiver of anticipation run through his ample body, causing his ass to shake alluringly. 

“Well, we can’t have you going back on the market a near-virgin,” I walked around the bed to make sure Mac could see what I was packing. He licked his lips, and I took that as all the invitation needed. “Where do you keep the lube?”