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Beck used to remember his relationship with Jade fondly, but if there was one thing he hated and didn't miss at all, it was going to the West’s' boring family gatherings. The only person who had a worse time than him was Jade, so they usually stayed just long enough to say hello, have dinner, and then flee.
After attending more than a couple of gatherings, Beck, bored, began to look closely, to truly observe. After all, he wouldn't be a good actor if he couldn't see beyond what people wanted to show.
He noticed that the dull music was only to fill the awkward silences. All the conversations revolved around bragging about who had bought the new car or the new house —Beck found that extremely pathetic since none of them had any real wealth; they were barely middle class—. They boasted about their children's achievements but rarely paid them any real attention.. They served themselves small portions because otherwise one of the aunts would soon insinuate that they had gained a few pounds.
But above all, he noticed Mr. West; the man was a complete mystery. He barely showed any expression. His clothes were immaculate, and his hair was neatly combed back. Every few months, he would arrive with a new girlfriend, yet he never seemed happy about the new girl, or even sad after breaking up with one of them.
During dinners, he only pretended to pay attention, glancing at the people around him, nodding occasionally, and letting out a barely perceptible laugh a moment after everyone else. Perhaps he was as bored as they were.
Once, at Thanksgiving dinner, their eyes met across the table. Beck didn't look away; in fact, he enjoyed that Mr. West knew he was watching him. They stared for only a few seconds, but it was enough to make Beck shudder. He wanted to uncover the secrets Mr. West might be hiding behind that cold expression. The older man was the first to break eye contact, going back to pretending to listen to his family's conversation.
***
After graduating from Hollywood Arts, Beck and Jade broke up, this time for good. There was nothing left to save from that relationship but their friendship.
They were both accepted at the same university in LA. They remained close and worked together on every project they could. Jade was so focused on her classes that the idea of dating didn't interest her. Beck, on the other hand, decided to explore his newfound bisexuality. He was young and handsome, so he enjoyed partying and spending the night with any student he met, and sometimes even professors.
***
Now, four years later, he was in his senior year and planned to spend the weekend before final exams relaxing at his parents' house. Jade asked if he could leave some costumes in her house, He agreed without any problem.
Once he got there, He expected to find the house empty, as usual. He went into the living room and placed the bags with the costumes on one of the armchairs. He heard a faint noise coming from the kitchen and went over to take a look. He found Mr. West sitting at the counter in the center of the kitchen, reading some papers.
"Beck, good afternoon," he said, looking up at him.
He was impressed. He hadn't seen Mr. West in years. He looked like he had just come from the office; he was wearing an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his pecs. Jade had told him that, after divorcing her mother, he had turned her studio into a personal gym, but until now he hadn't noticed how big he was.
“Oh, hello, Mr. West. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just came to drop off some things for Jade.”
“Is she coming here this weekend?”
“No. She told me she'll stay the weekend in the dorm.”
“Is she avoiding me again?” He said, arranging the papers in a single pile and then setting them aside.
“I don't think so. She's really busy.” Beck walked into the kitchen; he didn't want to miss the chance to see him up close. "She's making a short film for her final project. They'll all be screened at a festival. Will you go see them?
"She hasn't mentioned anything. Do you think she'd take it well if I showed up?"
"I can't speak for her, sir. But perhaps it would be a nice gesture."
"You know, I always thought this whole art thing was just a phase."
"She's very good, I can assure you."
"I don't doubt it. I think all these years I haven't supported her as I should," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "It's just that... it's a tough industry. I wanted her to choose a safer path, that's what I did; I don't want her to get hurt.”
“We'll all get hurt sooner or later, but it's good to know we have someone to support us.”
“You always know exactly what to say?” He chuckled. “You’re so charming.”
“Yeah, I think I am.” He smiled broadly. “You should give it a chance to take some risks. Some people might say that the greater the risk, the greater the reward.”
Beck's heart was pounding in his chest. He usually didn't have much trouble dealing with rejection. But this man had been his father-in-law. He was the father of his best friend.
“Maybe it’s too late to start taking risks,” he said, watching Beck take a few steps toward him as he casually ran his hand over the countertop.
“There’s no better time than the present, right?” Beck took his face by the chin and turned it just enough so they were face to face.
“Damn, you really do always know what to say,” he whispered. “but If this is the reward, then it must be worth every risk.”
The actor gave him a half-smile and closed the distance, waiting patiently until the older man pressed his lips to his in a soft kiss. Soon, Beck took the first step, slipping his tongue into Mr. West's mouth. He felt the older man stand up without breaking the kiss and slide his hands under his shirt to caress his waist.
Beck pulled back just enough to take off his shirt, leaned the man against the counter, and returned to the kiss, this time more intense. They spent a few minutes exploring their mouths, letting their hands graze each other's skin until Beck's lips moved to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, and his hands unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down completely.
Mr. West shuddered at the feeling of being exposed.
"Are you okay?" Beck whispered between kisses. "I'm dying to do this."
Beck watched him nod and he knelt down. He placed kisses on Mr. West's bulge through his briefs, already stained with pre-seminal fluid. He slowly freed his semi-erect penis and grabbed it from the base. Beck glanced up to make sure he was looking at him, and without wasting any time, he brought it to his mouth.
Mr. West placed his hands on Beck's head. He had spent years wishing he could even touch that perfect hair, and now he finally could. He slid his fingers through the strands, drawing Beck closes.
As the minutes passed, Beck enjoyed feeling it get harder inside his mouth. He filled his mouth until breathing became difficult; the taste of pre-cum flooded his mouth, his nose touched the pubic hair, and his saliva trickled down his testicles.
He slid the dick out and admired his handiwork. His penis wasn't too large; it only protruded a few centimeters from his grip, but it was quite thick with a large, pink head. Beck stood up and took off his own clothes until he was completely naked. He pulled him back into a deep kiss, making sure he could taste his own flavor.
Mr. West lifted Beck by the thighs and sat him on the counter.
"I... I've never..." he hesitated.
"Don't worry; I will like it,” the actor said, sliding the shirt off his arms and then tossing it to the floor. The man calmly pulled back Beck's foreskin and ran his thumb over the head in small circles. His first movements were gentle; he wanted to appreciate every reaction in his body. He brought his mouth to Beck's dick, ran his tongue over the tip, and then circled the head completely.
Despite a timid start, as the minutes passed, Beck realized that the man was willing to worship his penis. He couldn't help but let out a moan. Perhaps it was years of repressed fantasies finally released in that blowjob. He sucked noisily, licked it, and played with it with his tongue. He took his penis firmly at the base and left a line of kisses from the tip to the balls. He took each one into his mouth while continuing to stroke it with his hand.
"Damn! Please, use your fingers," Beck moaned, putting his feet up on the edge of the counter.
Mr. West took a few seconds to enjoy the scene; Beck's completely shaved anus throbbed, begging for attention. He licked the entire area, sucked on his entrance, and pushed his tongue in as deep as he could. Once he was satisfied, he slid a finger inside.
"That feels so good! Another one, use another one."
He slid another finger while continuing to run his tongue around his entrance. When Beck's asshole stopped resisting, he slid in a third finger. It was ready for more.
Beck lowered his legs, making the man back away. He lay trying to catch his breath.
The older man looked at him silently. He looked so beautiful; his hair, three inches longer than he used to wear it in high school, fell haphazardly onto the counter. A fine line of hair adorned his abdomen down to his pubis, and his hard dick rested against his thigh, still glistening with saliva.
The actor stood up and turned around, leaning his torso against the counter. He felt a hand caress ass cheek. Mr. West stroked himself a couple of times before gently inserting his dick.
Beck took a deep breath, trying to adjust to his new guest.
"Oh, Fuck! Move. Don't you want to make me yours?"
The man gripped his hips tightly and quickened his thrusts. Hearing the sound of his balls slapping against Beck turned him on even more.
"Faster, fuck me harder," Beck said between uncontrollable moans. He rested his face on the countertop, and drool dripped from his mouth.
After a few minutes fucking in that position, Beck stopped him. He sat up and turned to kiss him.
"Let's go to the living room." Mr. West followed him, mesmerized by his words and his pretty ass.
Beck lay face down on the spacious sofa and tucked one of the cushions under his hip to give himself better access.
The older man sat on his thighs, positioned his penis between the actor's buttocks, and leaned down to kiss his back.
"Do you like me?"
"I adore you," he said between kisses. "No fantasy can do justice to how perfect you are."
"Why aren't you fucking me then?" Beck said, gently swaying his hips.
He grabbed his penis, aligning it with Beck's asshole, spat on it, and slowly penetrated him once more. He wanted to make that moment last as long as possible.
Beck loved every thrust. He had to admit that the idea of having sex with his ex-father-in-law turned him on like never before.
"Do it harder. I want you to destroy me.”
Mr. West gripped Beck's buttocks tightly and quickened his thrusts.
"Give it all to me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to be filled with your seed."
With one last thrust, the older man's body tensed, and a groan, louder and more guttural than the others, echoed in the room. He was cumming. And for the first time in his life, he was cumming inside another man. His pleasure was so intense that he couldn't help but let a couple of tears roll down her cheeks.
He slowly pulled out his semen-covered penis, and a little more leaked out of Beck's asshole. He thrust it back in a few times until his penis went flaccid.
When he was done, Beck turned around and propped himself up on his elbows.
"You were amazing."
"But you haven't come yet."
"Then you still have work to do, don't you?" he said with a seductive smile.
Mr. West bent down until his face was between Beck's legs. He rubbed his face against his dick, enjoying the feel of his skin, his scent, and his warmth. He gave soft kisses to his balls and a long lick from the base to the tip of his penis to finally taking it all into his mouth. He sucked it vehemently while playfully caressing the balls with his hand.
"Look at me, I want to look you in the eyes while I come in your mouth."
Beck couldn't hold it in any longer. He moved his hips, trying to reach the deepest of the older man's throat. A wave of pleasure coursed through his body, releasing thick streams of semen inside his mouth. He pulled back just inches and stroked himself tightly, trying to make his orgasm longer for at least a few seconds while Mr. West let his delicious semen drip from his mouth onto the young man's dick.
When his breathing returned to normal, Beck watched the man step back and lean against the back of the sofa; he stood there in silence, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Are you okay?" Beck asked, pulling the cushion out from under him, searching for a more comfortable position.
“We… I… I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know if it was the right thing to do.”
“Hey, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong. Look at us. Look what we did. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Mr. West nodded slowly, still not entirely believing it.
"Come here," he said, gesturing with his arms.
He leaned gently against Beck. Despite his doubts, he couldn't resist the warmth of his arms.
"It was perfect. You have nothing to regret."
The older man nodded and leaned in to kiss him. He wanted to express all his gratitude in that kiss. The tense atmosphere dissipated; now there were just two lovers enjoying the touch of each other's bodies.
"Are you ready for round two?" the young man asked, breaking the kiss. "Tonight, I'm all yours.”
In response, Mr. West got up from the sofa and carried his naked body in his arms to the bedroom.
That would be the best night of his life.