Like Son...Like Father
“Your friend here?” I heard his deep voice ask Sandra as Mark moved out of the way and he lifted his head to see me standing in the living room just beyond the front entrance.
I hesitated, thinking he looked familiar. My heartbeat quickened in my chest as I took him in: bit taller than his son Mark, and thicker, beefier, with even broader shoulders. He was stockier, meatier, with a square jaw. His eyebrows were set over these steel blue eyes. He had thick dark hair that was cut short on the sides, and a bit longer on the top, perfectly combed to one side. He was dressed like a pro golfer, with a dark blue polo that showcased his massive arms, thin dark hair perfectly placed over his big forearms. He had a pair of tight golf pants that seemed to hang over every curve of his ass and amplify the size of his beefy frame. He looked like the hottest golfer I’d ever seen. His polo shirt showed off his hunky frame, two round pecs with nipples pointing out at me placed like a shelf over a thicker but solid waist. His shirt was tucked into his pants, a simple belt around the thin fabric pants that contained his flat stomach. He kicked off his white golf shoes as he looked up at me with a smile on his face, showing me a perfect set of teeth. He was one hot DILF, and as he neared me, I noted the lines around his eyes and his clean-shaven face, sort of round with a giant smile, showing me what a fucking stud he must have been as a younger man. His thick feet appeared covered in striped socks and I caught a glimpse of a silver watch on his wrist. He was a big man, with a definite air of authority, a stronger, older version of Mark, with a firm looking gaze and equally piercing eyes. I waited for him to speak after he looked at me. I calmed my nerves, staring at him with a slight frown, knowing I had seen him somewhere before.
I tried to hide my thoughts as he made his way towards me, hoping I wouldn’t be too flustered by this super hot dad.
“You must be Brian.” He said, taking a couple long strides towards me with his massive arm outstretched for a welcome handshake, grinning ear to ear in an overtly friendly manner.
Sandra moved around him to me. “Yes Dad, this is Brian, from school.”
Ben grabbed my hand for the traditional male greeting, immediately swallowing up my hand in his larger one. “Ben.” He simply said. It felt like a cushion of soft meat wrapping around mine. He held my hand after one shake and looked me over, squinting at me slightly and cocking his head to the side. “Have we met before?” he suddenly asked, eyeing me slightly.
“Uh…” I hesitated, grinning slightly and squinting back. “I don’t think so….” He held my gaze and my grip, giving me a quick once over, head to toe, before his smile widened even more and gave me a nod.
“Maybe I saw you picking up Sandra?” He squinted again as we stared at each other, the wheels in his brain spinning like they were in mine, until he gave up. “Well, nice to meet you Brian. Heard a lot about you.” He put his other hand on my shoulder in a double friendly pat and I actually winced at the strength he exuded. I looked up into those steel blue eyes, realizing how even more handsome he was up close. His hand still held mine, so warm and inviting already that I was lost in lusty thoughts. I felt my body shaking a bit, afraid I was going to give myself away as this hot dad in his golf attire took me in.
“Nothing going on with my daughter I hope?” He sneered with a smile still on his face, those blue eyes seeming to glare down at me.
“Dad!?!” Sandra shrieked and slapped his back, making him burst out laughing and releasing my hand from his strong grip but his hand stayed on my shoulder, digging his fingers into me just like Mark had done to me earlier outside, squeezing me in a friendly manner. Nothing with your daughter, but I did just suck off your son, I thought guiltily to myself.
“Oh lighten up!” He bellowed to Sandra jovially, releasing me finally and clapping his hands together. “Nice to have you both home again,” he lowered his head towards me, “and nice to have her ‘only a friend’ along too!” He elbowed me in the side and gave me a quick wink. I was liking this dad, my eyes darting between Sandra and Mr. Olsen, and then catching Mark watching us.
Ben Olsen had a typical blue-collar personality, boisterous and loud, bursting out in gaffaws at his own jokes and constantly touching everyone, except his wife I noted. His physique made him appear scary, but his antics made him seem like a gentle giant. I felt like a kid looking up into his steel blue eyes that contained a fleck of green the closer I looked into them. He was fucking hot as hell, built like a studly man and I couldn’t shake the thought that I had met him somewhere before. Plus I found it odd that he seemed such a contrast to Sandra’s mother.
“Glad to have you here son. When I heard Sandra asking if she could bring a friend home, we insisted she bring you along!”
It was such a common phrase, an older man calling a younger man “son” that it seemed so normal. Except to me. My former professor, Tom, brought it out of me, even more last year, this Dad-Son sexual thing that I never knew made me so turned on. There was something so erotic, having a big man on top of me, dumping his seed into me as I called him Daddy. The word son brought a spark of excitement that I hoped no one else read into.
“Thank you Sir.” I said automatically, seeing his face soften. I could swear I caught a glimpse of a reaction in him, and did I notice his eyes glance over me once again?
“I hope everyone has made you feel welcomed.” I noticed his hand was on my shoulder again, before he released it again and gave me a light pat on the back, his hand sliding downward to my lower back as he stepped around me. Another flitter of something shot through me. I glanced over at Mark, who quickly looked down when I caught his gaze.
“Definitely. Thanks so much for allowing me to come over.” I finally said as he moved around me to the kitchen. I had to stop myself from staring at him, from watching his big round ass suddenly appear in my gaze, from following him. Instead, I turned back to Sandra and Mark who were moving towards me with smiles on their faces.
“Told you he was a beast.” Mark grinned, grabbing my neck and pushing me to the kitchen like a brother would.
I expected to see Ben hugging his wife, to see the love being shown after his absence from her. But instead, she was still moving about, putting things away as Ben peered into the fridge, oblivious to her presence in the room.
“We’re just about ready for dinner.” Diane said, not even looking at him. She sounded still nice and loving, as if this was just how they were.
“Thanks.” Was all he said, before he grabbed a bottle of beer from the door and closed the fridge, leaning against the counter. His kids told them about their latest news as we all stood in the kitchen, my eyes catching Ben’s every now and then, my heart stopping each time our gazes met momentarily. I studied his clothed body, his grey golf pants, the way his feet looked in his striped socks, wide and perfect looking, the veins along the top of his manly hands, the way his golf polo shirt hung off his shoulders, over his bulging pecs underneath, the greying hair in his hairline around the temples, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiled, his thinner upper lip and the thick lower lip that begged to be kissed and sucked….
“How long are you guys staying?” His voice was soothing to me as he asked Sandra, but his eyes flickered over to mine.
“We’ll probably head back on Monday morning.” Sandra said. “Maybe around noon. Are you working this weekend?” She moved over to him, hugging him, smiling into his large body. I was suddenly very jealous of this outward display and longed to do the same to him.
“Nope! I’m home all weekend too!” He said, kissing the top of her head as he glanced over at me quickly. “You all set up in the spare room downstairs?”
I nodded as Mark spoke. “Yeah we got him all set up down there. Showed him our gym too, even got him to try out the Bowflex.”
“Oh?” Ben held my gaze. His eyes lingered on mine as he finally spoke directly to me. “Mark tried to show off did he?”
“Legs and back.” Mark added and moved over to me. “But this guy’s a beast Dad. For a guy his size this little dude is stacked.”
I could see the slight change on Ben’s face as he tried not to look me over again. But I was SURE there was something there. “I think I can tell. Glad to hear you got a quick one in. I’ll have to make sure I do the same.”
The double meaning was not lost on me and I found myself trying to hide my own smile as I imagined the possibilities of this hot man working out, or him getting a quick one in me. My eyes went to Mark though, and I suddenly had a fascination of both these men working out with me.
My porn brain went wild, thinking about the three of us downstairs working out. Mark pulling out his cock, making me suck it while his dad watched. Maybe he was already messing around with Mark. What a scene that would be: a real father and son going at it. But maybe Ben needed a new boy, now that Mark had a girlfriend. Maybe his father didn’t know about Mark’s secret thoughts. I wondered if I was the first guy to suck Mark’s dick. I wondered why Ben kept staring at me? And I KNOW I’ve seen Mr. Olsen somewhere before.
I snapped out of my trance to see Ben’s eyes remaining on me, caught in a stare. His blue eyes were locked on me, almost squinting again as he too was thinking we had met somewhere. No one else noticed as he quietly looked at me, his head somewhat tilted again. But I did, and I held his gaze. This could get interesting, I thought to myself as I saw him snap out of his own trance. I wonder if he was thinking what I was thinking.
Whatever he was thinking, he hid it well, as did Mark. Sandra and her mother were the dutiful women attending to the needs, but Mark helped out just as much. I was told to sit, as a guest, and not to worry about anything as dinner was being prepped. Nothing fancy, just spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Ben steered me into the living room and sat across from me with a second beer as the other three put out the plates and bowls. Ben folded his leg over his knee, and took a long swig of beer eyeing me. Here we were alone, and I felt on display.
But he talked me down, made me feel comfortable, asking me about what program I was in, how second year was going, where I lived. He was fascinated by the fact that I lived in the same town but we had never crossed paths. He asked about my mother, where she worked, and then about my dad, to which I admitted I had never met.
“No dad huh?” He set his bottle down, uncrossed his leg and leaned forward. “That’s a shame. Every boy needs a father figure.” He rested his elbows on his knees and looked at me, as if contemplating what to say next. Then he gave me that winning smile and tilted his head sideways at me. “Well, if you ever need anything, just ask. I mean it. Any friend of Sandra’s – who she talks about incessantly….” He raised his eyebrows and then made a show of rolling his eyes around, “…is welcome here anytime for anything.”
I felt myself blushing. “Thanks Sir. That means a lot.”
He took a quick swig and held up a big hand. “And please call me Ben. No need for the Sirs around here. I have enough of that at work.” He gave a loud laugh and slapped his kneecaps. “Between the sirs, and boss…sometimes I just want to be plain ol’ Ben!” He gave me a wink and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Ben leaned back against the sofa and put both arms up and clasped his hands behind his head, his biceps popping underneath the golf shirt. And in a flash, my body froze and tensed. I had seen him somewhere before and I suddenly knew exactly where and when.
It was the same move: when I was waiting for Frank, my summer job boss, at Tim Horton’s that first summer. The hot married guy, sitting with his friend. Those eyes. That cocky smile. The exuding of sex as he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head to show off to me. It hit me: he had flirted with me once before, early last year.
I saw him glance towards the kitchen.
“I’m glad you’re here actually. Gives me an excuse to get out of helping out in there.” He pointed a thumb backwards and smiled back at me, before squinting an eye at me again. “And there’s really nothing going on with my daughter?” He added suspiciously.
I pursed my lips, almost afraid to talk as I remembered the hot man I stared at in that Tim’s as I waited for Frank to pick me up. “Nothing at all. Honest, Sir.” His eyes widened but I corrected myself quickly. “I mean, uh, Ben. Nothing at all. Trust me, she’s not…uh…my type.”
He sort of smiled at me again, then let his eyes move down over my body before coming back up. “So I don’t have to worry about you sneaking into her bedroom or anything.”
I shook my head vigorously. “No Sir.” I let out a sigh as he gave me a look, but I didn’t correct myself because he spoke first.
“Then I’ll know you’ll stay put in the bedroom downstairs.”
“I guess.” I said, not knowing how to answer his statement.
He set his beer down and sat back on the couch across from me, clasping his large hands behind his head and displayed a massive set of biceps for me. “Don’t panic if you hear the shower next to that bedroom. That’s the shower I use the most.” He flexed his muscles for me. At least, it seemed like he did, because my eyes went to the very large, very round, very huge biceps popping out of his golf polo, and as I stared they seemed to flex just for me. When I looked back at his eyes, he was staring at me. And smiling.
“Good to know.” I said, wondering when dinner was ready. I suddenly felt like I was being assessed. Not that I minded. This man would be a perfect replacement for Professor Tom.
He studied me for a moment, then quietly asked. “I am sure I know you. You look so familiar.” He stared at me again, his one leg now shaking nervously as he studied me. I lowered my head, wondering what to do. “You sure we haven’t met before?”
“I have the same feeling actually. Like I’ve seen you somewhere.” I glanced up at him to find him still looking, his face suddenly serious as he studied me harder.
“Mark works out a lot down there too. Hope he doesn’t bug you too much. Don’t work out too hard with him, cause I’m sure he’ll ask you to.” He shifted his hips on the couch, lifting his pelvis a bit, the tight pants accentuating every musculature of his thighs for me as he opened his legs a bit. If he wasn’t putting on a show for me, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Maybe he was just comfortably relaxing, and I was just privy to the outward display of his fantastic body. But he seemed to be that same man now from the Tim’s, silently flirting, showing off, watching me watching him. And then his smile widened even further as a moment of something flashed across his face. “I think I remember where I’ve seen you before.” He said, suddenly much quieter, his head tilting a bit.
“Dinner’s ready!” Sandra suddenly appeared in the living room all smiles at us.
I didn’t have a chance to question as Ben practically leaped up from his seated position, standing so tall in front of me. I glanced at the bulge in his tight pants as he waited for me to stand, his smile still on his face like a grinning cat that was hiding something. He held out a hand, offering to let me go first. As I stood, I felt that big hand on my back again, guiding me lightly by him, sending bolts of electricity through me as he kept his hand on my lower back a bit longer than normal as he steered me into the kitchen, with him trailing just behind me.
I think he did remember seeing me at that Tim’s, because his hand went a bit lower still, almost cupping my ass as he moved me in front of him. “You can sit right here.” He pointed with his free hand at the chair to the right of the head of the table, before he let go. He sat at the head, to my left, still smiling at me.
Dinner went by quickly, even though I suddenly felt awkward around Sandra’s dad, sitting to his right with Mark sitting across from me. Sandra was on my right sitting beside me while her mom sat at the other end. I tried my best to act normally, but I kept feeling his knee next to mine, or his telling smile as he passed me things.
I tried to just watch the women eating together, laughing together, poking fun at one another together. Mark got it the most, with questions about Tami, and what was happening. They were intrigued that I used to live next door to them when I was younger, and Ben even asked me if I remembered her dad, who was a firefighter, watching to see if I would give anything more away about my sexuality.
Sandra talked about how funny I was, how everyone loved me, and how much I’ve grown and bulked up since last year. Both Mark and Ben were fascinated by my growth spurt, Ben’s eyes seemingly on me more and more as he confirmed in his own mind it seemed that I was indeed the kid he saw at the Tim’s last year leaving with my big Italian boss.
But it was Mark who was sitting across from me who kept smiling more at me. He was the one asking me questions about what I did to get big, what workout I did, if I was taking any supplements, who trained me, and how much bigger I wanted to get.
Dinner turned into dessert, which turned into drinks, which turned into us retreating back to the living room. I tried desperately to NOT look at these big, muscled men, but it was becoming more and more obvious after two glasses of wine that I was outwardly staring at them. Sandra disappeared at one point to help her mother in the kitchen, leaving us men alone together like it was the 1950s like before. So I found it odd that Ben suggested to his son that he go and help out as well, as it would ‘do him good.’ And when Mark readily agreed and disappeared too, Ben leaned forward towards me, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Finally. Alone at last.” He said in a whisper. He had a scotch in his hand and he took a sip, keeping his eye on me, and shifted forward on the seat of the couch even more. “I remember you.” He kind of pointed at me and I felt my cock twitch, his eyes narrowing at me as he gave a nervous look towards the kitchen.
The liquid from the wine I had gave me some courage. “I remember you too.”
This kind of surprised him and he sat up straighter and smiled sexily. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded, moving forward on the chair.
“The Tim’s right? You left with a big guy?”
I looked down for a moment, the flash of Frank washing over me. “And you were sitting with a buddy, staring at me.”
Ben rubbed the stubble on his chin. “You do remember.”
“As do you.” I said quietly. “So why were you staring?” I teased, feeling the warmth rushing through me.
Ben took a drink and sat back, letting a big hand dangle in between his now spread legs, his other large manly hand holding the glass of scotch. He cracked that half smile again as I watched his flat stomach move up and down. “I don’t think you really want to know what I was thinking that night.”
I put down my wine glass in front of me, and clasped my hands. “Try me.”
Ben sat back up again and set his glass down beside mine, and copied my position with his elbows on his knees and his hands together in front of him. “I remember picturing your little body under mine, pinning you down and fucking the shit out of you.”
He waited to see my reaction. My cock came to life as we held our gaze and his smile grew wider.
“You said you wanted to know. Why were you staring at me? Or maybe I should ask: who was the big dark-haired guy you left with?” His blue eyes were locked on me and dared me to look away. “And did he fuck the shit out of you that night instead?”
I had a flash of memory at that night with Frank. And how long I kept that image of this hot dad now sitting in front of me in my head for many weeks afterwards. “He was my boss.”
Ben’s head lifted a bit. “Boss huh?” He licked his lips. “You obviously like older guys then?”
I felt myself nodding into his eyes. “That’s why I was staring at you.”
Ben smiled and looked over his shoulder to check to make sure we were still alone. “You still like what you see?”
“Oh yes.” I said rather too quickly. “Very much.”
He rubbed his lips together, almost chewing them as he started at me. “Does Sandra know about your likes?”
I shook my head. “Does anyone here know about yours?”
He snorted. “Absolutely not. Can I trust you?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Can I trust you?”
He nodded. “Diane and I aren’t really together. The kids don’t know. We keep up the pretenses until we’re ready to officially split up. So if I can trust you with that, then you can trust me too.” He sat back again and tugged at his pants, trying to adjust his inflated package that was becoming obvious as we talked. His eyes trailed down over my body. “So, you like getting fucked?”
I felt my stomach flip at his sudden directness, but I didn’t hesitate in my answer. “Yes.”
He let out a slow breath and licked his lips again. “That’s the bedroom and bathroom I use downstairs now, but the kids don’t know. Whenever they’re home I sleep upstairs in Diane’s bed. But I’ll still use the shower downstairs. So if you hear me in there….” He stopped, letting his mouth hang open, and his eyes peer up into mine, but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he openly grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze for me to see.
I couldn’t help but stare at it, his hand around it, both looking so tantalizing tasty. I wanted to crawl over in between his legs right then and there. But Sandra appearing down the hall made me glance her way. Ben’s hand shifted, letting go of his sizeable bulge and ran his hand down his leg as he too turned her way.
“You need any help?” He asked her with a winning smile, acting if nothing was going on.
Sandra moved to the couch beside her dad and sat right beside him. He put a hand around her neck and gave her shoulder a squeeze and a kiss on her head. “No help. We’re done. What are you two talking about in here?” she pulled her legs up and snuggled into his body and I suddenly felt very jealous.
“Not much. Brian’s just filling me in on school, and all the boys you’re seeing.” He was smooth, downright scary at how easily he could shift the conversation and look natural.
Sandra immediately sat up and gave me a frown, gasping in shock as I sat forward just as surprised. “What?!” she squealed in mock protest.
Ben of course let out another loud laugh and scrunched his face up. “Oh relax. This kid’s a saint with secrets!” He winked at me when she turned back to me, and I felt my face flush.
We chatted about nothing in particular as Mark too joined us, Diane moving to the farthest spot from Ben I noticed. I suddenly felt sad about this seemingly perfect family, but was reading all the signs that this was not a happy marriage. But Ben’s sideways glances at me for the remainder of the night made me so horny for what could possibly happen next.
Diane announced that she was tired, and began the fussing over me, making sure I was comfortable, and asking everyone if the bedroom downstairs was ready. Her and Sandra began moving about, cleaning up things as did Mark, while Ben just sat there finishing his drink and catching my eye every now and then with a sly grin. Sandra brought me downstairs to check on the towels her mother had left out, and showed me the bedroom again, opening the door to the bathroom which also had a hallway entrance. When she was assured I had everything, she gave me a hug and said her goodnights. She was tired too, and I could hear the footsteps of their parents above us, and then more on the stairs as Mark appeared.
He stood there awkwardly, seeing Sandra, and I wondered if he was hoping to find me alone. So he said he was just making sure I had everything, and said his goodnights too. As the two turned to head back up the stairs together, their dad appeared.
“I’m so sorry,” he pointed at me, “I’m sure you want to go to bed too but I’ve got to take a shower before I hit the sack after that long golf game. I will be quick so you can go to bed.”
I stammered, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Uh, sure, no problem.”
Sandra just rolled her eyes at him and gave him a look. “You can’t wait till the morning Dad?” Then she turned to me. “He uses the shower down here right next to your bedroom.”
Ben held up his hands. “I’ll be fast I promise.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s your house. Besides I’ve got reading to do!”
Sandra gave an unapproving look to her dad as her and Mark turned to leave, but I frowned at her. “Good night!” I said, waving my fingers at her as her dad moved around me and went into the bathroom.
“I’ll be quick!” He said from the bathroom.
“Good night Dad.” Sandra said to the hallway. Ben appeared again, the sound of the shower running, and he came over to her and gave her a big hug.
“Night girl.” He kissed her cheek and she turned to leave. “I’ll be right back.” He said to me as he steered her up the stairs and followed her up, leaving me alone in the basement.
I went into the bedroom and noticed right away that the door between my bedroom and the bathroom was fully open now, unlike a few minutes ago when Sandra and I were in there. I moved to the bed and moved my bag off it, and noticed I could see the glass doored shower from this position with the door open. The other door to the hallway was also open, and the room was just starting to fill up with the steam of the hot shower when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs again and I turned to see Ben at my bedroom door, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a loose fitting white T-shirt.
“Well then, I best get all cleaned up.” He stepped into my bedroom and closed the door behind him, moving over to the door that led from the bedroom to the bathroom. His legs were massively muscled as I suspected, his bubbled ass looking just fine in his light blue boxers. His legs had a slight dusting of hair on them, his calves almost gigantic. For a big man he didn’t walk heavily, and as he passed me, he gave me one glance back before he stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and moving to the outer door to close it and lock it.
I stood stock still, watching this man carefully close doors and move, the sight of him in just a pair of boxers and a tee leaving me horny as hell. I stood there shaking for a moment until he moved himself in front of the shower door and turned to face me. With a smile, he crossed his arms below his waist and like a stripper, grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly peeled it up over his muscular torso.
I tried desperately to be good, already picturing what Ben looked like naked from the moment I shook his hand. But now I didn’t need to picture what his chest was like, if it was smooth like the professor or hairier like Kirk. He tossed his shirt to the side, revealing a beefy but sculpted muscular body, with just a fine dusting of hair across his pecs and a line down his abs. He wasn’t ripped with a 6 pack, but he was solid and trim, with a flat sexy looking stomach. He ran a hand over his pecs, pausing to squeeze one nipple as he looked at me. And then he turned around and shoved his boxers down over his smooth rump, showing off a perfectly round bubbled ass on top of his already visible thick muscled legs.
He stepped into the shower, looking over his shoulder at me as I stared. He was done flirting and showing off: this was an invitation. He moved under the water, his entire backside on display for me, the meatiness of his body making me hard staring at the smoothness of his back and ass, and I couldn’t help but wait till he turned around to show me the front.
He glanced over his shoulder at me again, and then ran his hands over his head under the water, rinsing himself off. I watched him lower his head, his neck thick as water cascaded off his broad shoulders. I was mesmerized, lost in dirty thoughts of joining him when he looked over at me again through the steamy, water streaked glass and then slowly turned around.
My eyes went down at the size of his thick cock bobbing between his legs. He had a neatly trimmed dick, nicely shaped balls hanging below the boner he was spouting. It looked a lot like my own dick, the same thickness and size, but was meatier, like a MAN’S cock. He grabbed it and started to stroke it as he stood under the stream again, and the fantasies I’d had about this man since last year were now coming true.
With a wave of his finger, I stripped fast and moved into the bathroom. He gave me that smirk again as his eyes traced down my body, pausing long on my already erect cock as I moved to the shower door. He opened it for me, his body glistening in water, his hand slowly fisting his cock as he held the door open for me with a large arm.
“Get in here sexy.” He said, wiping away water from his face and staring down at my dick as I stepped in. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed my neck with his free hand and pulled me into his face, opening his mouth to kiss me as I felt the heat of the water hit me. His arms embraced me under the stream and I was pulled into his wet body in a mouthful of tongue. I felt his cock press against me, his chest at my shoulders, his hands sliding down my back to my ass which he grabbed two handfuls of and held me tight.
He pulled away, staring at my face for a moment, before he put his hands on my shoulders and nudged me down. I didn’t resist, and willingly slid down his magnificent body, my hands gliding along hard muscle all the way till I was face to face with his cock dripping with water. He took a step forward, my eyes down on his wide feet as I gripped his cock and took it in almost all the way at once. I heard him moan, and a hand rested lightly on my neck as he let me blow him. The sound of the shower filled the room as I worked on his cock, secretly comparing it to his son’s that I had had earlier. Ben’s was definitely bigger, definitely thicker, and definitely tastier. I wanted to suck it all night long.
But Ben’s hands gripped me under my pits and he lifted me up, pushing me into the wall and turning me around. He sunk lower, pushing my ass apart and letting the water run down my back. His fingers went to my hole, and he started to open me up, playing with it, before his face moved in between my cheeks and he hungrily began to rim me.
But then he stood up and spun me around again, kissing me hard and moving his body into mine. I felt his cock press upwards under me, his hands reaching behind me and grabbing at my ass again, moving his cock into position as he filled my mouth with his tongue.
“I need to fuck you.” He moaned into my ear as he humped against me into the wall, the shower water still running down our bodies.
I grabbed at his wet hair, feeling the thickness of his skull as his piercing blue eyes looked down at me. There was nothing I wanted at this moment but to feel my friend’s father deep inside me. I was kissing him back, clinging to his body, wanting him more than anyone else.
Instead of sliding into me which I felt like he was ready to do, he took a few steps back, and grabbed his cock, leaning back against the wall out of the stream of water.
I took the hint and dove for it, hungrily sucking it as I held on to his thick knees.
“Fuck boy. You are good at that.” I heard him moan above me, clutching my hair in his hands.
I wanted this man.
I stood up, knowing I didn’t want this to be a fast shower plow, but at this point with a house full of his family, I would take what I could get.
“You want me?” I teased, and he simply nodded, holding his cock and moving towards me. I turned around, sticking my ass out to him as I put my hands on the shower wall. I glanced over my shoulder as he stood there watching me, slowly pulling on his cock, his one hand pressed on the glass shower wall. “Then do it.”
He took the two short steps towards me, his cock in his hand practically throbbing, and spread his feet out around me. I felt his cock at my ass, pushing up along my cheeks as his hands snaked around to my front. His mouth went to my ear as his right hand grabbed my hard cock.
“You want to feel me inside you?” His breath was hotter than the water, and his panting in my ear made me shiver.
“Yes.” I said, turning my face to his. He found my mouth and we kissed as his cock moved up and down the outside of my cheeks. Then he broke off, and took a step back.
I looked over my shoulder as he let a huge wad of saliva fall onto his cock and his left hand found my hole. He worked a finger into me as he rubbed his cock wet with spit, and then stepped up behind me.
“Hold on to the wall boy. You’re gonna feel this.” He grunted as he lined himself up.
I breathed in, splayed my hands on the wall and met his forward push with my own backward one. Neither one of us said anything as he felt his way in. I gasped as the head of his cock breached me, popping in rather painfully with the water working against us. I gritted my teeth and lowered my head as he hesitated.
“Oh fuck that’s tight.” He groaned behind me, his right hand now at my shoulder, holding himself steady. I looked down at his feet, watching his toes grip the floor and the veins along the top of his foot bulge as he slowly slid in deeper.
“Fuck!” I hissed as he spread me wide. I looked back up, seeing stars until I felt his body against mine, and his mouth was at my ear again.
His cock flexed and he purred in my ear. “You feel that?”
“Fuck yes.” I hissed again, feeling his left hand grab my hair as he started to gyrate his hips into me.
“I’m not gonna last long in here. This time.” He kissed my neck and just started to thrust hard, water splashing off us, the sound of us smacking our bodies together overtaking the sound of the shower.
I started to moan and his hand came up over my mouth. “Shhhhh.” He purred into my ear again, holding my body in place as he fucked me against that shower wall.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you in that Tim’s.” He whispered into my ear as he quickened his pace. I groaned under him, relishing in the fact that I didn’t jerk off after swallowing his son’s cum, and grabbed my own hard cock and started to work with his movements.
I groaned, and his hand covered mine on my cock and started to jerk with me. He clutched my hand tight as he fucked me even harder. My eyes closed at the feeling of this 50 year old blue-collared dad penetrating not only my body but my very soul.
“And here you are in my fuckin’ house.” His voice was soft in my ear versus the frantic sounds of us going at it in the shower.
I felt his balls slapping at my ass, his body against mine. I let out a groan, knowing this man wasn’t going to last too long at this rate, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to fuck me, since the first time I laid eyes on him too.
He fucked me steadily and fast, our hands working together on my cock, jerking it in time with his gyrations. I tried to look behind me to catch his face, or to try to kiss him. But he just kept burying his head into my neck, letting out soft grunts and groans into me as his pace quickened.
“I’m getting close.” He whispered into my ear, and pushed himself up off me to grab my hips, letting go of my hand around my cock, now fucking me even more furiously from behind. “Where do you want my load?”
I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing how sexy he looked, his body wet with sweat and water, making him look absolutely fantastic. “Wherever you want to give it to me.” I purred, hoping he’d just fuck it into me.
It surprised me to see him pull out and grab his cock and take a small step back. He grabbed my head with his hand and spun me around, forcing me onto the shower floor as he jerked his cock over me and moved it to my mouth.
“Take it boy. Open up.” He growled lowly as he jerked his cock hard and fast. I instinctively opened my mouth, my tongue just under the head of his cock which made him moan louder as I fisted my own cock at his feet.
And then he erupted, directly down my throat, shuddering and aiming his cock at my mouth as he held both still to make sure he didn’t spill any. I hungrily swallowed, then dove for his cock again, slurping it back, feeling his fingers and thumb as I sucked it down, drinking more liquid as it squirted from his cock. He tasted good, and he gave me a sizeable load like he hadn’t spilled his seed in days. He looked up at the ceiling of the shower as he grabbed the back of my head and fed me his entire load, thrusting his body into my face until he was done.
I pushed myself up onto my knees, staring up at this sexy wet man, admiring his fantastic body as he caught his breath, staring down at me in his shower.
“Now you boy.” He said above me. “Jerk it out on my feet.”
I took one look at his perfect feet and gasped, feeling the build up from earlier come swimming upwards. I quivered as my head fell forward, staring at his bare feet, and felt my body starting to shake uncontrollably. I aimed my cock out, over his feet as he stood them together, and I let out a low grunt.
“Fuck I’m cumming.” I announced.
“Yeah boy, do it. Cum on me.” He growled at me and bent over me, letting a hand slid down my wet back towards my ass.
And then a finger from his hand went to my ass, found my still gaping hole and he shoved it in. I groaned out loudly.
I arched my entire body and let my cum spill out onto the shower floor, over his one foot first, before my second rope landed over his other. I heard him grunt and groan over my body as his finger dug into me. He pushed that thick finger into my gaping ass and I erupted further amounts out onto the shower floor, watching my cum mix with the running water and glob and spin towards the drain.
And then his finger exited me, and he grabbed my head, pulling me into his lowered face and his lips found mine, crashing his mouth against me to feed me his tongue.
Hungrily we kissed, me still on the shower floor, before he pulled back and looked down.
“Looks like you got some cum to clean up off my feet boy.” He said with a sexy grin.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I lowered my body down, and was licking my own cum off his smooth feet, one at a time, making as many sounds as he was as he watched me from above.
When he was satisfied I had done a good job, he leaned down again and pulled me up, for another kiss, tasting my cum from my mouth in a hungry groan. I couldn’t believe what this man was into, like I had found someone who knew all my fantasies.
I grabbed his body, feeling the difference in our size again, pressing my smaller muscular frame up against his much larger solid one. I wanted him again, already, and didn’t want this moment to end.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pulled back. Seeing me reaching to keep kissing, he let out a small laugh and leaned over me to turn the water off.
Silence deafened me as I stood shivering against his body. “Not yet boy.” He whispered, moving his mouth to my right shoulder where he gave a loud sounding kiss. “Dry off and get into bed now. Like this: naked.” He bobbed my nose with his thick finger. “And I’ll sneak down in the morning and really fuck you in bed. How’s that sound?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed open the shower door and stepped out, handing me a towel and moving to get another one. I stood stock still, hanging on to the towel as I watched his naked body move. He was a man, solid and thick, beefy and muscular, all of my former lovers seemingly rolled into one perfect looking wet dream of mine.
I watched him wipe his pecs, then his forehead and a quick wipe of his entire body as he stared over at me with a grin.
“Dry that hot little body off.” He said, looking down at his deflating cock. “I promise I’ll be in more control of cumming next time.”
“I can’t wait. You are one hot, sexy man!” I grinned, wiping my own body dry.
He gave a short puff of air from his nostrils and he smacked my ass as I took a step out of the shower. “I’ll be back for more in a few hours.”
And then he left through the other door, towel around his waist, carrying his clothes and disappeared down the hall towards the stairs.
I hung up the towel, and turned off the lights, exiting back through the bedroom door and crawled under the sheets, smiling to myself at the feeling of his cock inside me as I listened to his soft footsteps moving up the stairs, and then overhead.
First Sandra’s brother Mark. Now her Dad. I couldn’t wait to see what the morning would bring. Or who.
