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You open the car door and Dash hops out before stretching his back and yawning. It's been quite a long drive but you're finally parked in the driveway of his father whom you're going to meet for the first time tonight. His house looks really modern and expensive. It's just like the ones you see on the ads and think you'd never make enough money in your whole life to be able to afford one. The gigantic glass panels and geometric shapes make it look somewhat intimidating. "What did you say your dad's job was again ?" you ask Dash, trying to make a joke of the fact you’re so scared to meet his father.
You're a bit nervous because first impressions are important and you really don't want to mess this up. Dash notices you're as stiff as a board and does his best to reassure you. He pats you on the back and rubs your shoulder. You've been preparing for this all weekend, reciting sentences to introduce yourself to your boyfriend's father in front of your mirror, but right now your knees are trembling and your mind is empty. You swallow as you look at your reflection in the car window. "Hey, relax. He already knows about us and he's the one who asked to meet you. It's going to go well,” he says. You reply, "I know but it's still so stressful. What if he thinks I'm an idiot ? Do I look okay?" Dash jokes about the fact that you look like you're about to pass out and asks you to simply act natural and not overthink. You exhale loudly, open the trunk and get the wine bottle, a gift to Dash's father. Your boyfriend kisses you, fixes your collar and leads you towards the large front door. He rings the doorbell and holds your clammy hand as you take a deep breath and try to calm down.
Bob hears the sound of the doorbell from the kitchen. He swears loudly as he takes a tray out of the oven and burns his fingers. He runs his hand under cold water and closes the oven door with his foot before the whole kitchen can fill with dark smoke. Bob knows deep down it was not the smartest idea to experiment with recipes the day he met his son's boyfriend but he couldn't help but try out a new one. This cooking book Violet gave him for Christmas had really come in handy lately : as a newly divorced man, he had to find new hobbies and new ways to fill time when Jack-jack was staying at his mother’s house. Unfortunately, Violet and her boyfriend wouldn’t be here with them tonight. She is willing to play along for Christmas but she still has not completely forgiven him for cheating on her mother.
Bob is entering a new stage in his life and after a very long and successful career, Mr. Incredible is starting to consider calling it a day and enjoying retirement, but he can’t help but think there will always be people needing him. He still puts on his hero suit from time to time, only not as frequently as in his prime. Bob jogs towards the entrance and wipes his wet hands in his apron which reads “Best Dad Ever” before opening the front door.
The door flies open and you are met with a pair of huge pecs ready to burst out of Bob’s tight blue shirt at any moment. That man is a powerhouse ! Everything about him is wide, big and thick. Strong legs, a hint of belly, wide neck, beefy biceps and large dad hands. He fills the whole door frame with his wide shoulders and, for a few seconds, the only thing you’re able to focus on is his large chest rising and falling as he breathes through his nostrils like a big bull. You manage to snap out of it and look up to meet the gaze of your boyfriend’s dad. Now you know who Dash got his blond hair and charming blue eyes from. “Hello sir, pleasure to meet you,” you say in the most articulate way you can, cringing at the sound of your own voice and extending your hand after discreetly wiping it on your pants.
There is a short moment of hesitation during which the big man’s face turns white as a ghost and his blue eyes widen but then he looks at his son and forces a smile on his face. “Oh so you ’re Y/N ! I heard a lot about you,” he says and shakes your hand vigorously. As soon as you hear his booming voice, you can’t shake the feeling there’s something awfully familiar about this man but it’s not until he gives you what he wants to pass as a friendly hug and you feel his arms around you and his body against yours that you remember who he is. You get an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach as your boyfriend’s dad lets you go and looks down into your eyes. Bob smiles again and tries to appear welcoming but it’s more awkward than anything when he pats your shoulders. You glance at Dash, he clears his throat and you hand the wine bottle to his father, trying not to shake too much. Bob thanks you and suddenly opens the door to let you both in, as if he’s just remembered where he is and what he’s supposed to do. Dash walks past his father and whispers to him that he’d better not embarrass him in front of his boyfriend. You leave your coat and your bag in the entrance and take off your shoes.
What Dash doesn’t know is that it was not because you had never met his dad that what just happened was so awkward, quite the opposite actually. Eight months earlier, when you and Dash were not even a thing yet, you’d ended up on Grindr once again, fed up of being alone and looking for a hook-up. You didn’t have to wait very long before you received a message from one of those men that seemed too good to be true. A beefy blond daddy with sexy blue eyes called Bob. You gave him a shot and ended up talking for some time with him before he asked to meet. It was pretty late at night and he said you could not come to his house because his spouse was there. You knew he intended to cheat on his wife with you, but it didn’t stop you from sending him your address. If anything, knowing a married man was about to fuck you was a bit exciting.
He drove over and you let him inside your apartment. He was taller and bigger than you, as expected, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by this huge stranger in the small apartment you could afford as a college senior. However, Bob made you feel at ease quite easily by being respectful and nice. You both knew what he had come over for and after a bit of chit-chat, you started undressing and he followed suit. That’s when he undid his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down and revealed the most massive dick you’d ever seen in person. You gasped for real when you saw it and Bob smiled with a hint of pride like it was not an uncommon reaction. “I told you it was ten inches, I hope you’ve packed up on lube.” he said as he watched your expression shift from awe to apprehension, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” The rest of the night is a blissful blurry mess however you do remember that you could not take his whole dick up your ass but that he praised your head game and that he came on your face.
But now that you know that this big beautiful man is none other than your boyfriend’s dad, things are a bit more complicated. Given the way he’s looked at you, you know for a fact Bob has not forgotten this night either, although he maybe wishes he had. You decide to play it cool and try to act as if it’s the first time you’ve ever met him and none of that ever happened. It’s the best thing to do for now, at least. You can’t bring yourself to look at Dash and he notices something is weird. “Oookay ! You guys go sit down, there are snacks and drinks on the dining table. Make yourself at home Y/N, I’ll be right back !” Bob says before heading towards the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
He leans on the bathroom cabinet and looks at his pale sweaty reflection. “Why is he here ? What is he doing in my living room with Dash ? There’s no way …” Bob mutters as he cleans his face with cold water and wipes it with a towel. He looks down and feels his dick hardening against the tight fabric of his pants. “Fuck, calm down Bob, you can’t come out like this,” the man says to himself. He tries thinking about something else but it’s useless to try to forget that night as more and more vivid lewd images come to mind. Bob sighs loudly and hides his erection the best he can with his apron before leaving the bathroom. He figures that’s what he gets for being unfaithful and going after pretty college students, he’ll just have to suffer through it during the evening.
Dinner is a bit awkward at first but you all manage to have a good time. Once you’re past small talk and the usual questions a parent has when he meets his kid’s partner for the first time like: “Where are you from ?” and “What do you want to do after college ?”, you get to the good stuff. Everyone gets to tell funny stories and anecdotes, Bob shares obscure songs he used to listen to when he was your age and Dash promptly roasts his music taste but Bob retaliates by reminding him what he used to listen to when he was in high school. The vibe is much more casual and it almost makes you forget about the situation. The ‘I fucked my boyfriend’s dad’ situation. You compliment the food even if it’s a bit burnt and weird-tasting and Bob appreciates your effort of eating everything he cooked.
When you’re all done, you and Bob clear the table as Dash goes into the living room to try to get the television to turn on. It’s the first time in the evening you’re alone with Bob and you both fall silent. You hand him the plates and stare into the man’s deep blue eyes but he instantly looks away. “Do you want me to help with the dishes sir ?” you ask, trying not to trip over your tongue. “Oh uh sure, there’s a cloth right there for wiping the plates,” Bob replies, almost startled by the sound of your voice. Then he adds, “You can call me by my name, you know.” The will to fill the awkward silence makes you say the first thing that comes to mind so you simply blurt out, “Which one ? I’ve called you plenty of things before.” Bob shatters the plate he’s holding in his hand out of sheer shock, you both realize what you’ve just said at the same time. Up until now, there was an unspoken agreement between you not to talk about that night you spent together, but now just by making this joke, it was like you had made it real. It was not a dream, it had indeed happened.
Bob laughs uncomfortably and says, “Jeez, plates are so fragile nowadays. You can’t find good quality anywhere anymore,” trying to change the topic. “Your hand ! You’re bleeding !”, you exclaim. Little blood droplets are dripping into the sink. Bob rinses his hand and tries to tell you he’s fine but you’re already asking Dash where the bandages are. He says that he thinks there are some in the bathroom and that’s all you need to hear before you hurry Bob in the bathroom and close the door behind you. You exhale and start looking for disinfectant and bandages in the drawers as Bob puts his hand over the washbasin, trying not to spill blood everywhere. The cut is not deep and Bob is still trying to get out of here but you insist on putting the bandage on him so he settles down and lets you do your thing. Bob can feel his heart racing as you handle his hand with care and patience. Your hands are so small and smooth compared to his. You slowly apply the bandaid to his hand and wrap it around his finger. Bob doesn’t know if you realize that you are so close to him he can tell what shampoo you used this morning.
“All done !” you say and look up at the bigger man who doesn’t have the heart to look away this time. You don’t let go of his hand just yet, and he makes no effort to move it either. You can feel it, hot and coarse skin against yours. He breathes hot air in your face and you stand on your tiptoes to get even closer. At this moment, Bob is just too alluring to resist. “Why are you tormenting me ?”, he murmurs. “You’re gonna get us caught.” You’re in too deep to stop now, though, and Bob is well aware of that. He’s starting to lose control over his body, his hand reaching for your waist and settling on the small of your back. “Kiss me,” you say in such a low voice Bob almost has to read your lips. Bob knows his son could barge in on them at any moment but there’s no way he can resist the look you’re giving him and the way your soft hands move up his arms right now. Against all better judgment, he lifts your chin up and closes his eyes as he draws you to him and leans in for a kiss. Your mouth crashes into his and there it is, that oh so sweet taste. You’ve got to admit that knowing that your boyfriend is in the room just next to yours and has no idea you’re kissing his dad is strangely exhilarating.
You feel something hard poking your thigh and look down at the man’s big boner just begging to be set free from these tight pants. You put your hand on it and stroke it through the fabric. This sends Bob over the edge and he starts undressing, forgetting any notion of discretion but he stops dead in his tracks when he hears the television turn on in the living room. Bob immediately takes his hands off you, puts his apron back on and pulls back his hair with his hand. Meanwhile you’re trying to get your breathing under control and splash water on your face to cool down. Dash doesn’t bother going all the way to the bathroom and just yells that he got the television to work and that the football match is starting. You give his dad a conniving look and open the bathroom door before heading towards the living room. Bob stays a few seconds longer to process what just happened and collect his thoughts. There’s no way he can just waltz into the living room and sit down on the couch with a huge boner in his pants. He clearly can’t hide that just with his apron this time. He comes up with an idea and goes to his room to fetch a blanket. When he walks into the living room, he finds you on the couch and Dash seated to your right and holding your hand, looking at the screen. Bob is a bit surprised by how tranquil you are acting right now. Bob sits to your left and spreads the blanket over everyone’s legs. “It’s a bit chilly in here, don’t you think ?”, he explains, not mentioning that the blanket’s purpose is also to conceal his erection.
Bob praises himself for his quick thinking but then he’s reminded of what just went down in the bathroom. That was way too close for comfort. Bob takes a look at you but you avoid his gaze and try to concentrate on the game. Your heart is still beating like crazy and you don’t want Dash to catch on what’s going on. You can’t believe you actually kissed your boyfriend’s dad just a mere seconds ago, it’s like something came over you and you couldn’t resist. At least that’s what you’re repeating in your head, as if to convince yourself you did not fully want it. As minutes go by, things seem to go back to normal. You try to get invested in the game and push away the nasty thoughts that pop up in your head about your boyfriend's dad. However it's hard to maintain your focus on the tv screen at the end of the game when you feel Bob's large hand land on your lower back. You clench Dash's hand by surprise but your boyfriend's oblivious about what's going down at the other end of the couch. Bob's fingers lift up your shirt and slip their way in-between the skin of your back and the fabric of your shirt. Then Bob starts scratching your back. Your arch your back slightly but say nothing, wanting it to go unnoticed. For the first time tonight, Bob is initiating something between you, maybe he has had enough about being teased by you so much and he wants to return the favor.
Under the blanket, things are starting to ramp up. Bob feels your fingertips grazing his thigh. He takes a long deep breath, spreads his legs a bit wider and shifts a little closer to you so that his leg touches yours. You rub his thick leg and your fingers move to his inner thigh. You feel the bump of his huge cock and start stroking him with your thumb. Bob tilts his head back and closes his eyes, trying to keep his composure as his still-hard cock starts leaking precum, forming a wet patch on his pants. "Stop moving, you two. Oh ! Oh look, he's gonna score !" Dash exclaims, his eyes glued to the screen. "GOAL ! No way ! We won ! We won !" Dash screams, excitedly jumping off the couch and embracing you, leaving you both just enough time to stop what you were doing. Dash sees that you're not that excited or invested in your team winning a big game. He asks if everything is okay and you answer that you have a headache but that it's okay. In truth, your mind is totally elsewhere, you look at Bob who hasn't moved from the couch, scared that his son will notice his boner. "If Y/N is not feeling that good, maybe we should wrap things up tonight and go to bed ?" Bob suggests. Dash sighs, a bit disappointed. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to celebrate their victory tomorrow, it's already pretty late," Bob adds. Dash reluctantly agrees to turn off the tv and call it a night. You get ready for bed as the big house falls quiet.
Right before closing the bedroom door, your eyes meet Bob's as he walks down the hallway. You don't say a word but you have a feeling something else is bound to happen tonight. It can't just end on that. You close the door, strip naked, and join your boyfriend in the bed. He kisses you good night and turns off the light before cuddling with you under the blankets. At this point you feel really guilty. Dash doesn't deserve this and this is just all unfortunate coincidence but, at the end of the day, you can't deny you'd prefer being in bed with his dad.
Some time passes but you can’t tell how much. It feels like an eternity. Your eyes glued to the ceiling, you try to clear your mind but it’s no use, you are unable to sleep. Dash is clinging to your arm, sound asleep. You look at the time on your phone and notice you’ve gone to bed an hour ago now and you’re showing no sign of fatigue. You can’t stop thinking about what happened during the evening and all this thinking makes you really thirsty. You slowly pull your arm away from Dash and get up before putting on underwear. Still making sure you don’t wake your boyfriend up, you silently walk to the door and open it. Bob’s door is closed all the way, you debate going to see if he’s awake before ultimately making your way to the kitchen to quench your thirst. You open the refrigerator and it faintly lights up the room. You pour yourself a glass of cold water and walk up to the bay window to watch the rain battering the glass. Outside a thunderstorm is raging but the silent house feels oddly peaceful. When you go back, intending to spend the rest of the night with Dash, you can’t help but notice that his father’s door is now slightly open, almost like an invitation. Listening to your own heartbeat, you wait for a few seconds in the dark hallway, pondering what you’re about to do. You should just mind your own business and slip back inside your loving boyfriend’s bed but you don’t. You swallow and decide there’s no harm in seeing if Bob has managed to fall asleep, even if deep down you know you’re not getting closer to that door to make sure of that. The temperature rises, as if you’re approaching the gates of hell. You try to take a peek inside but it’s too dark to see anything.
You put your hand on the doorknob and at the same moment, the floor creaks behind you and fingers lightly brush your shoulder. You flinch but don’t make a sound until you hear Bob’s voice just behind your ear. “Did the storm wake you up ? Storms always make me sleepless as well …” he whispers as his hand travels down your back along your spine. “No, it’s not that …” you whisper back to him. “Then what is it ? Did you want something from me ?” Bob asks even though he already knows the answer. You turn around and see he’s wearing a soft white dressing gown, making you wonder what he could be hiding underneath. Bob’s mind keeps telling him to go to sleep on his own and that it’s crazy to even suggest the idea of sleeping together to you because you will take the chance. However his body won’t listen, not after seeing you wandering around the house in your underwear, not after he’s had the chance to touch your smooth skin again. His thumb raises your chin to force you to look at him. You could get lost so easily in those deep blue eyes. You take Bob’s hand and place it on your waist. Bob takes the hint and grabs it, pulling you closer to him. “I want everything from you,” you simply whisper. Bob presses his thumb on your lips and inserts it in your mouth. Maybe it’s because of the way your skin heats up under his hand, or because of the way you’re looking desperately at him, but against his better judgment, Bob decides to fulfill your wish. You start undressing him but he makes you wait and leads you inside his room before going any further.
Bob closes the door behind you and it takes less than a second before he gets his hands on you again. Arms wrap around you and encase you. With your head buried in the smooth fabric of his dressing gown and with Bob’s smell surrounding you, you feel like you belong here. Then you are lifted off the ground as if you weigh nothing and Bob kisses you passionately as he presses you against his chest. Bob is still struggling to grasp that what is happening is real, he almost feels like if he lets you go, you’ll disappear into thin air. You land on the bed with Bob on top pinning you down, still greedily kissing you all over as he manages to turn on the bedside lamp. You grab his robe’s collar to keep him close and his hands slide underneath your underwear and begin squeezing and spreading your ass before he grunts with satisfaction. This is all moving so fast, Bob seems very eager to start. You try to repress a moan as you tell him to slow down because Dash is in the next room. In a very sultry voice, Bob says that Dash won’t hear anything if he can keep quiet. For the first time, this feels like something Bob would have said when you had first met him. He strokes your cheek affectionately and tells you that after all this teasing he is very horny and that you’ll have to take responsibility for what you’ve done. These words make you quiver with excitement. There’s no doubt about it, Bob is a dom top at heart.
He settles right next to you in bed and runs his fingers through your hair as you slowly undo his robe, revealing his muscular manly dad bod. Underneath a white mesh jockstrap barely hides his thick cock, already rock hard and leaking precum. You slowly lower the waistband and suddenly his huge veiny dick jumps out, unveiled in all its glory. It’s just as you remember it : slightly curved to the left and sitting on top of stretchy, heavy balls. He’s so thick that jerking him off is a two-hand job. Bob watches your glimmering eyes with pride. He spreads his legs and you lie down and settle in between them, your mouth watering at the sight and smell of the musky cock and balls. Bob strokes his dick and slaps your cheek with it before sliding it across your lips. “Damn boy, I’ve missed having your cute face between my thighs like that. You look like a puppy waiting for his bone. Well don’t just drool all over my bed sheet … go on and suck Daddy’s cock,” Bob commands. You obey immediately, Bob appealing to your daddy kink.
You open wide and swirl your tongue around the head, tasting Bob’s salty precum. As you wet his dick and take him inch by inch in your mouth, Bob plays with his nipples and struggles against the urge to ram his dick down your throat and fuck your face immediately. You look up at your boyfriend’s dad, his thick throbbing cock filling your mouth, making your eyes water. Now there’s truly no going back. It’s so fucked up but it feels so good, you can’t help but deepthroat that cock. It’s been some time since you’ve had a challenge this big. Bob watches down at you sucking and licking his dick and sits back with his hands behind his head. “You missed Daddy’s fat cock, didn’t you boy ?”, Bob says. A lot of people have sucked Bob’s dick, men and women alike, but he can confidently say that you’re amongst the ones that give the best blowjobs. He loves how you give head because you can take it all, you don’t complain and you don’t use teeth. Bob tells you to stick your ass out and he rubs your hole with his fingers through your underwear as you choke on his dick. He grunts and groans as strands of saliva mixed with precum fall from your chin onto the bed. You cough and wipe your mouth as Bob takes it out. He reaches for a bottle of lube and condoms on his bedside table.
“Don’t get cold feet now, son. I want to see if your ass has improved since last time,” Bob playfully says, as if you would ever refuse to take it up the ass. “No condom please … I want you to fill me up,” you moan in the sluttiest, neediest voice that has ever come out of you. You don’t just want his cock inside you, you crave it. This almost makes Bob go absolutely wild, he even thinks about fucking your brains out right then and there, without lube, to make you scream his name. However, Bob still wants to get back at you for teasing him so much throughout the evening. He’s gonna make you wait for this cock, he’s gonna make you work for it. His hands are trembling in anticipation as he takes off your underwear — almost tearing it apart in the process — and spurts lube on your ass, kneading your ass cheeks like dough and spreading them to expose your tight pink hole. You cover your mouth to try to muffle the sounds that escape your mouth as Bob spits on your ass and inserts his tongue inside to loosen it up. Bob slides his thick dick between your ass cheeks, his impossibly large cock head pushing against your hole each time, threatening to slide in. “Come on, stick it in …” you demand, frustrated by his little game. “Say the magic word, son,” Bob whispers. “Fuck my ass Daddy … please …” you moan, louder this time. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” Bob says before flipping you on your back. He pulls you underneath him, spreads your legs and pushes them back, folding you in two and exposing your tight ass. With one hand behind your knee and another securing your arms in place he keeps you in this position. He's looming over you, his skin red and steaming hot, his cock rubbing against your hole.
“Now son … brace yourself. Relax your muscles. Breathe in for me …”, Bob commands and you obey. His cock twitches and presses against your hole. When it pushes past the rim you tense up and whine but Bob’s voice reassures you. “Breathe out now … good boy. Relax,” the voice echoes in your head as more of his cock is shoved inside your ass. Bob is being really careful and gentle. As much as he wants to thrust his entire cock deep inside you, he’s aware of his size and strength and goes slow. Your body gives in and your ass stretches and squeezes his throbbing monster cock just right until it’s entirely inside you. You’re moaning and covering your face, which Bob finds adorable. “Bigger than Dash I bet ahah … Look at you, taking it all like a champ,” Bob chuckles. “I can feel it in my stomach … how are you so … fucking big ?”, you moan. Then Bob starts moving and it feels as if your organs are pushed aside to make room for his cock. It’s really weird and invasive, in the best way. Your moaning turns to inarticulate babble when Bob lines up his cock with your hole and shoves it inside from tip to base. Bob had missed it all of it so much: pinning you down under him, watching pleasure and pain overcome you and fucking that slick tight ass. Bob thrusts his cock deeper and gazes down upon your squirming and twitching body. Each time it’s like a jolt of electricity travels your whole body in an instant. Stimulated by your needy moans, Bob picks up the pace, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. His thrusts become more erratic and his balls slap your skin as he grunts loudly, giving up on discretion. From your angle, Bob looks like a powerful steed or a huge wild beast. He drops down on top of you and holds you tightly in his arms. You can feel his heart racing but he can’t keep this up for too long and slows down, going back to long and deep thrusts making the whole bed shake. It’s useless for you to try to move, Bob won’t let you. Surrounded by his muscles and his strong manly scent, you start feeling dizzy.
There’s just something about the way bigger men fuck that makes you feel pure and unfiltered bliss. You can’t get enough of the way their body encases yours, how they make you feel small and vulnerable but so safe and grounded at the same time. When they put their whole weight on you and press your body against theirs as they push their pulsating meat deep inside your ass, it becomes harder to tell where your body ends and where theirs begins. You are united in the pleasure of the flesh, you feel whole when you are filled.
Bob notices you’re starting to lose control over your breathing so he props himself up on his forearms to give you some space. Your skin is red and burning hot and you almost can’t see anything but your hands rise up to gently touch Bob’s jaw and face. “Don’t stop … fuck me Daddy …” you blurt out. Bob is very happy to oblige. He scoops you up in his arms and makes you bounce on his fat cock as he stands in front of his mirror. Your hands wrap around Bob’s neck and the older man inserts his tongue in your mouth as he pushes your back against a wall and pounds your ass even deeper. You moan into the kiss and dig your nails into his skin as your hole makes the nastiest wet sounds. “Want me to cum in your ass, son ? Want me to fill you to the brim, huh ?” Bob roars. “Yes Daddy, fill me with your seed, I want it !” you beg. Then from the corner of your eye you see the door creak open but your mind is too busy to care or register who it could be.
Dash barges inside the room and he’s left completely stunned and speechless by what is unfolding in front of his eyes. “Dash ? Aah fuck … Don’t ruin the best part …” Bob warns before grabbing your ass cheeks and burying his dick deep inside and shooting a big load of hot and creamy cum. You and Bob cry out as one, thick and sticky semen filling your insides and spilling on the carpet. Bob pulls out with a loud and obscene ‘pop’ as his cum pours out of your gaping hole and makes a puddle on the floor. Your dick shoots ropes of cum on Bob’s chest who smears it on his pecs and licks his fingers. You’re a completely overstimulated mess as you cling to his arms and beg Bob to keep pounding your ass, still shaking like a leaf. Your boyfriend is watching you, completely mortified. Bob won’t even look his son in the eye as he carefully lays you down on the bed. “... Are you fucking serious Dad ? You couldn’t stop yourself ? For one fucking night ?” Dash screams angrily at last. He can see it’s no use trying to argue with you right now and he can hardly bear watching you as you moan his dad’s name like a slut. Bob tries to explain the situation calmly but Dash doesn’t want to hear it and cuts him off again to yell at him. “Well maybe if you fucked him better he wouldn’t have to come to me to get dicked down !” Bob shouts, irritated. This is the last straw for Dash who looks at his dad in disgust before telling him he makes him feel sick and packing up his things. Dash slams the door on his way out and leaves you on your own with his dad.
Bob sighs loudly and turns around to look at you. You don’t seem to mind all that much that Dash has found you out and left and you immediately start jerking Bob off when he sits down on the bed. “Aah careful … it’s sensitive when I’ve just come …”, Bob moans. You put your mouth to good use and deepthroat him, your saliva mixing with his cum in your mouth. Bob can’t help but think that your mouth may be worth not talking with his son for a while. He pushes your head down on his cock and thrusts his hips forward to shove it down your throat. He facefucks you like this for a while before pulling out and finishing on your face. “Damn, that was good … I’m sorry about Dash, you made me totally forget about him,” says Bob, still not realizing what just happened and what it all means. However, after taking the time to clean up and going to bed, the heat dies down and Bob has some time to reflect. It hits him as he looks at the young man asleep in his bed: he just fucked his son’s boyfriend and was caught in the act. Dash probably won’t forgive either of them for betraying his trust. Bob realizes he has sunk his marriage and driven away both of his kids for some college student tight ass. The look of disgust on Dash’s face is still burning in his mind and the worst thing is that he is not really sorry about anything. He can’t bring himself to feel shame as he holds you close to feel your warmth.
When you wake up the next morning, it takes a few seconds for your mind to remember. Your body still does though. You’re really sore and bruised on your arms and legs. Bob makes you breakfast as you call Dash to try to talk things out. He picks up the phone on the third try and still sounds extremely mad. After a lot of intense arguing, you both agree that you fucking his dad is not something your relationship can come back from. He calls you a ‘disgusting loser’ before ending the phone call. Bob pats your shoulder and apologizes for ruining your relationship. You say that you would have broken up with him anyway at some point and that you’d rather be with him than with Dash. During your relationship, he had never come close to sexually satisfying you like Bob had done in one night. Bob is flattered but at the same time he feels guilty and tries to think about ways he could make it up to you. Bob ends up being the one to drive you home. He gives you his phone number and says you can call him if you ever need anything. He also asks to see you again during the week and implies he can’t wait to fuck you again. You give him a kiss and watch him drive away, already longing to be held by him again. In the rearview mirror, Bob watches as you gradually shrink and disappear, wondering if he has made the right choice.
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