My Best Friend's Dad Claims My Tight Ass

I never meant for any of it to happen. At least, that’s what I told myself every time I stroked my cock to the thought of him.

It was the second week of summer break. Jake was backpacking through Europe with his girlfriend, and his stepdad, Marcus, was supposed to be on a three-week job site in Denver. The house was mine. I’d been house-sitting since finals ended, watering the plants, feeding the dog, and—most dangerously—jerking off in every room like it was my own personal porn set.

That afternoon the living room was flooded with warm sunlight. I had my laptop open on the coffee table, shorts shoved down around my ankles, legs spread wide. On the screen, a thick, salt-and-pepper daddy had a younger guy bent over a workbench, feeding every inch of a heavy cock into a smooth, greedy hole while growling, “That’s it, boy. Take what’s yours.” My fist flew up and down my own dick, slick with spit, balls drawn tight. I was so close I could taste it.

The front door clicked open.

I froze mid-stroke, heart slamming against my ribs. Heavy boots crossed the hardwood. Then that voice—low, rough, velvet over gravel—filled the room.

“Well, fuck me.”

Marcus stood in the doorway still holding his duffel, keys dangling from one thick finger. At forty-eight he looked carved from stone: six-four, wide shoulders, forearms veined and dusted with dark hair, a tight black t-shirt stretched across a chest that had clearly seen years of heavy lifting. His steel-gray eyes locked on my exposed cock, then drifted to the laptop where the older man was now balls-deep and snarling.

I should have yanked my shorts up. Instead I just sat there, flushed and panting, cock twitching in my frozen fist.

Marcus dropped the bag. The door shut behind him with a soft, final click.

“Been watching that kind of thing long, Alex?” His voice had dropped even lower. The sound of it licked straight down my spine.

I swallowed hard. “Since… since I was nineteen.”

He took one slow step closer. Then another. The bulge in his worn jeans was already thickening, unmistakable.