Friday with My Father’s Friend

It was Dad. He’d been gone too long for a “bathroom break.” Without missing a beat, he answered, flipping me onto my back and clapping a hand over my mouth.

“Yeah, got a work call, heading out soon,” he said, pounding into me. “Be there in a sec, man.” The thrill of Dad waiting downstairs, oblivious, sent me over – I came hard, clenching around him. He hung up, tossed the phone, and rasped, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Inside,” I begged. “Fill me up.” That did it – he groaned, unloading deep, and I felt it spill out, warm and messy. Then he kissed me, our first real one, all teeth and heat, the best I’d ever had.

“See you next Friday, trouble,” he said, giving my sensitive skin a playful smack that made me jump. He dressed quick, stealing one more kiss before slipping out.

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