I walked into the house after midnight, duffel bag slung over my shoulder, expecting the place to be dark. Instead the kitchen light was on and there he was, my dad, standing at the counter in nothing but gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The fabric clung to the heavy outline of his cock, thick and soft but already impressive, the head pressing against the cotton like it was trying to escape. He turned when he heard the door, and the way those pants shifted made my mouth go dry.
"Couldn't sleep," he said, voice rough from the hour. His eyes flicked over me, lingering a second too long. "You look good, kid. College treating you right?"
I dropped the bag. "Yeah. Been thinking about you though."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't move away when I stepped closer. The kitchen smelled like beer and his aftershave. I reached out and pressed my palm flat against the front of his sweats. His cock twitched under my hand, already starting to thicken.
"Fuck, boy," he muttered, but he didn't push me off. Instead he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the pants down. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. It was bigger than I'd imagined, long enough to curve up toward his stomach, balls hanging full beneath it.
"You sure you want this?"
I answered by dropping to my knees right there on the linoleum. I wrapped both hands around the base and licked a slow stripe up the shaft, tasting salt and skin. Dad groaned, one big hand settling on the back of my head. I opened wide and took the head into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue working the underside. He tasted like he smelledmusky, male, forbidden. I bobbed down as far as I could, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat, spit running down his balls.
He fucked my mouth in short thrusts, holding my head steady. "That's it, take dad's cock. Been wanting this since you turned eighteen, you little slut."
I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. My own dick was straining in my jeans. I pulled off just long enough to yank them down, then went back to work, jerking the base while I sucked the head, hollowing my cheeks. Pre-cum leaked steadily onto my tongue. He was rock hard now, veins pulsing under my lips.
"Bedroom," he growled, pulling me up by the hair. We stumbled down the hall, him kicking the sweats off completely. The second the door shut he bent me over the edge of the mattress, spreading my ass with rough hands. His tongue dragged over my hole without warning, wet and filthy, pushing inside while his fingers stroked my cock. I pushed back against his face, moaning into the sheets.
When he stood I heard the slick sound of him spitting into his palm. Two thick fingers pushed into me, scissoring, stretching. "Tight," he said, voice low. "Gonna feel so good around my cock."
He lined up and pressed in. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into heat as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against my ass and his balls rested against mine. He held still, letting me adjust, then started movinglong, hard strokes that dragged over my prostate every time. The bed creaked under us. Skin slapped. He reached around and fisted my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts.
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He did. He slammed into me, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, the other still working my dick. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. Every thrust punched a grunt out of me. I came first, shooting across the sheets while he kept pounding, chasing his own release. When he pulled out he flipped me onto my back, straddled my chest, and stroked himself twice before unloading across my face and open mouth. Thick ropes hit my tongue, my chin, my neck. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest from my lips while he watched, breathing hard.
We didn't talk much after. He wiped my face with his discarded shirt, then pulled me against his chest. His cock, still half-hard, rested against my thigh. "This stays between us," he said, but his hand was already sliding down to cup my ass again.
I nodded, already hard again. "Same time tomorrow?"
He smiled against my hair. "Count on it."
