I Fell For The Director

I had been working at the office for almost two months before I met Trey. One afternoon he stopped by our department to meet my manager Matthew for lunch. Matthew happened to be on a call, so Trey loitered by my cubicle outside Matthew’s office while he finished up. 

“You new here?” I heard a deep voice say. I stopped pecking at my keyboard and swiveled around in my chair to face the owner of the voice. He’s a tall, jock kind of guy, hands tucked into his suit pockets, seeming to loom ominously over my desk. He’s about thirty-five, and he’s a very good-looking black man–honey-skinned, strong nose, close-cropped high top cut, lean but sturdy build. The fragrance of a rich yet barely-there cologne wafted over to me, tickling my senses.

“Yes sir,” I nodded with a gulp. “I’m Timmy.”

“‘Sir,’” he mimicked, then scoffed. A smirk lit up his handsome face. “You’ve got manners, kid. Don’t see those much around here. Especially with you white boys..” He smirked, then held out his hand. “I’m Trey, I work over in production. You an intern?”

Helplessly, I could feel myself blushing; it was a curse of mine. I shook his hand quickly. “No sir, I a–I’m a junior copywriter. But it’s okay, most people think I’m an intern.”

I fully expected him to laugh out loud at my blush; most people did. But surprisingly, my reaction seemed to soften him. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. “My bad, Timmy. Honest mistake. Usually interns sit outside the managers’ offices, you know?”

I didn’t know that, but I nodded again. “Matthew’s looking for an office to open up soon for me.”

“That’s good.” Trey’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “Mind if I ask how old you are?”

Sheepishly, I responded, “Twenty-two.”

“Hmm. Thought so. How long you been around? I haven’t noticed you before.”

“Just a few weeks. Matthew’s had me observe a couple different departments so I can get a feel for everything.”

“Smart man, that Matthew.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the shelf above my desk. “When you coming over to production?”

“When I have time to send him over to production,” said a voice behind him. It was Matthew, stepping out of his office. “You ready for lunch, Trey?” 

“Guys like me was born ready for lunch.” Trey straightened, his sateen shirt stretching across his broad shoulders in all the right places. “Nice meeting you, ‘Sir’ Timmy.” He turned to walk out of the building with Matthew, but over his shoulder said, “You come over to production soon to see me, a’ight?” I waved a thumbs up at him in reply.

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Suddenly Trey started coming by pretty frequently. Usually his reason was to meet Matthew for lunch. Sometimes it was just to ask for a spare pen or something random like that. He’d always stop by and start small talk with me, but we rarely got far into a conversation before he got called away by Matthew or somebody else. Once he catcalled me as I was trotting down a hallway; when I realized it was him, I waved and shrugged it off. Aside from being unable to ignore his very good looks, I didn’t think much of him until one Friday afternoon he stopped by while Matthew was out on PTO. 

“Yo ‘Sir” Timmy,” I heard Trey’s voice boom low and strong behind me. “Matthew’s out today. You doing anything for lunch?”

I froze mid-email, not even turning around. I kept to myself at the office, only occasionally meeting up with Matthew for performance reviews over coffee. Come to think of it, nobody there had asked me to join them for lunch until now. Why would Trey want to eat lunch with me?

I choked down a small knot in my throat as I swiveled around to look at him. He was wearing a white dress shirt that beautifully framed his wide pectorals, just barely hinting at a pair of very perky nipples beneath the thick fabric. “I mean, I brought a sandwich from home?”

Trey barked a quick, husky laugh. “Boy, don’t make me sad for you. Why don’t you ditch the sandwich for today. My treat.”

My stomach fluttered. I knew he was just being friendly and asking a coworker for lunch, but I couldn’t help but feel flattered–and I couldn’t help but feel that it was a tiny bit like being asked out on a date. Could he…? No. I squelched the thought before it even fully formed. Trey was just being friendly. “Oh okay. Cool. Thanks Trey,” I stammered. “What do you have in mind?”

The place he took me to was a diner a few blocks’ walk from the office. On our stroll over, I could smell his cologne much clearer than any time before–it was rich but soft, like his voice. Meanwhile, Trey asked very pointed questions about me: where I was from, how long I’d lived in the city, where I went to college, that sort of thing. I hardly got to ask him anything; as soon as I’d reply, he’d fire off another question. This kept up even after we took a booth and placed our orders.

Trey only let up when the waiter stopped by to deliver our plates. Feeling rude that I had hardly got to know him at all, I interjected in the pause, asking him where he was from. That question made him visibly uncomfortable–he had a cute way of tugging at his right earlobe when he was uncomfortable–and then poked at his food for a few full seconds before answering. And when he did, he followed it immediately with another question about me! Mystified, I relented and let him pummel me with questions for the rest of the lunch.

I’m a quiet, introverted kind of guy, so with anybody else I would drop it and just let that behavior go–let sleeping dogs lie, you know? But Trey was different. He was so unexpectedly nice, and had been so kind to invite me to lunch, I really didn’t want for us to go back to the office without clearing the air first. While we waited on the server to bring the bill, I found a chance to ask, “Did I offend you somehow?”

Trey sat ramrod-straight in his seat. He looked like I’d just punched him between the eyes. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” I blurted, “it just seemed so strange that the one time I asked a question about you, it made you very uncomfortable. Was I being too nosy? I swear I was just trying to get to know you.”

He said nothing, just stared. And like word vomit, it kept spilling out. “It’s just you’re so nice, Trey, and you asked me to lunch, and I like being around you, and the last thing I want is to offend somebody at work who’s been nothing but kind to me.” I felt that dreaded blush creeping up into my cheeks, so I hung my head, lacking the spirit to look him in the eyes. “I’m just–I’m sorry, Trey.”

“No, no, no, it’s all good.” Trey’s voice wasn’t booming like usual; it was soft and thick, almost hoarse. It sounded like he was trying not to choke. I found the nerve to glance up, and our eyes met. His eyes shocked me; their look was directed at me, but they were clouded over with something I couldn’t define. Could it be…longing? 

I don’t know what the look on my face said, but it was enough to make Trey take a turn to avert his eyes. He cleared his throat. “It’s hard to explain–but it’s all good, okay Timmy? I swear.”

Just then the server breezed by, sliding the billbook across the table. I knew Trey had said lunch was his treat, but I reached for it anyway as a goodwill gesture. Quick as lightning, Trey’s right hand shot out and grabbed mine. His grasp was terribly firm, yet his flesh was far softer than I expected. A warm tingle jolted up my arm, and the flutter in my stomach returned. Trey leaned across the table, still clutching my hand. “I said it was my treat, pretty boy,” he said between his teeth, using his spare hand to pull the bill towards him. A smile tugged at his thick lips, and there was no mistake–his rich brown eyes were totally smoldering.

Pretty boy? Obviously he was enjoying this little show of domination over me. I went with it; I relaxed my hand in his, and lowered my head meekly but without removing my gaze from his. It felt like we were locked that way forever, but it had to have only lasted a second or two. With an unmistakable squeeze, he released my hand, turning his attention to signing the bill. 

“Thank you,” was all I said.

He pushed the signed bill away and gave me a wink. “Thank you for being my date.”

Aggravatingly, I felt that horrible blush flood my face again. I said nothing, but I didn’t have to–Trey’s smile widened. However, there was no antagonism, just a sense of–I don’t know–admiration? He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Nervous, I stood to leave. He followed.

My heart had been racing ever since he called me “pretty boy,” and the beating had intensified when he called me his “date.” Then, as we left, he did as I hoped he would: he stopped to open the front door of the diner for me. I decided to try something.

Giving him a small smile of gratitude, I moved sideways through the open doorway, brushing against his body purposefully–so purposefully, my chest could feel the pricks of his nipples beneath his shirt. As I suspected, Trey didn’t back away; he stood where he was, and even emitted the slightest grunt of pleasure. When he joined me on the sidewalk, he stepped close to me, our arms touching each other but neither of us pulling away. There was all the proof I needed. Trey is into me!

There was no barrage of questions on our stroll back to the office. Instead, the silence between us stretched thick and heavy. I dared not say anything, but my sideway glances over at Trey showed me an expressionless face looking straight ahead, with no indication of if he wanted to talk or not. I felt the tummy flutters subside, replaced by the urge to say something–anything. But as the office building loomed into view, I decided to just be content with the subtle arm grazes.

He walked with me to my cubicle, and I finally spoke. “Thanks again, Trey. I had a nice time with you.”

“Me too,” he replied, finally looking me in the eye again. His dark eyes sparkled. “Actually…you got some time to visit my department?”

Surprised yet elated, I nodded emphatically. He led me through the next hall that connected my department with his. I hadn’t been over that way much yet, so I depended entirely on him to guide me. I expected him to tour me around and maybe introduce me to some of the production staff, but instead, he made a beeline for his office.

It was in a nice corner setting, with a glass door and big hall-facing window, both of which had privacy shades. Inside, it was furnished simply with a desk and shelves that wrapped two walls, plus a little sitting area with a couch. I stepped over to the out-facing window to admire the view of the park next door. “Niiiice setup,” I said.

The door clicked to a close behind me. That was followed by another, more definitive click–a lock. At that sound, my stomach broke into a full flutter again. Was he going to…? Oh boy. Fighting every urge to turn around, I remained as calm as possible and continued to stare out the window. A couple seconds passed, then my patience was rewarded. I felt Trey’s body close and warm behind mine. The musky smell of his cologne filled my senses. I could even feel his hot breath behind my ear.

“I’ve got a lovely view,” he whispered. “And I’m not talking about the office, pretty boy.”

I felt the blush return. Embarrassed, I couldn’t even bring myself to turn to look at him. He reached around and cupped my chin with one strong hand, gently tilting my head to look up at him. “You don’t have to be shy around me, Timmy. Okay?” His voice was low and soft like silk. “I love that cute little pink blush you get. I can’t even think of a bigger turn-on.”

I started. “Turn-on? Wait–you…so you do like me?”

Still cupping my chin, he laughed quietly. “Ain't that obvious? Maybe you don’t know this yet, but I’m a department director–we don’t normally take people out to lunch who aren’t management level or higher.” He pulled me close. “We make very, very few exceptions.”

It took all my willpower to not simply melt into a puddle at his feet. “Oh. Well, I…just, I don’t even know if you’re single, and you don’t know if I am, and we’re at work–”

He laid his index finger on my lips. “I’m single. Divorced, actually. And I did some investigating already to see if you were single too.” I had no idea what that meant, but his wink quieted me. “As for work...well, I’m not thinking about that. All I can think about is this beautiful blushing boy who waltzed into my office, and who I’ve wanted to hold ever since I met.”

My legs nearly buckled beneath me. Trey must have sensed the weakness, because he hoisted me against him, chest to chest, and our lips met. His lips were unlike any I had ever experienced–thick and wet, pillowy but firm, completely hypnotic. Spellbound by their deliciousness, I collapsed against him, letting his hot tongue flicker into my mouth as I drank in his sweetness.

As his tongue explored deeper, I realized his hands were exploring, too. One was wandering down the small of my back, and the other was kneading my left butt cheek. My mind was swimming so much, I could barely concentrate enough to realize what was happening. His smell, his lips, his touch–everything about Trey was intoxicating.

After what seemed like ten minutes, we finally broke off enough to gulp some air. But Trey’s grasp on my butt didn’t slacken. “I’ve been feening to get my hands on these adorable cakes since the second I laid eyes on ‘em,” Trey smiled sheepishly. “Did you already figure that out?”

I blinked. “What? No! I had literally no idea until today that you were into me. Like, at all.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead gently. “You’re so sweet and innocent, pretty boy. Even Matthew could tell I had a thing for you.”

My breath caught. I planted both hands on his broad chest, wrinkling the soft white shirting. “Really? Uh-oh. Isn’t that, like, a problem?” 

“Don’t you worry about it,” he cooed, planting soft kisses down my neck. “Matthew knows I’ve dabbled in boys since my divorce. And it ain’t like he’s never had an office fling.”

My mind had sharpened at the mention of my manager, but Trey’s kisses were lulling me back into a stupor. I giggled, encouraging him. He responded with another chuckle of his own, then gently bit my neck. I gasped in pleasure, letting one hand caress his waist, then slide down his front. For the first time, I noticed a very heavy, hardened bulge straining in the front of his suit pants.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. This isn’t going to end well. Strengthening my resolve, I pulled back. “Trey, we can’t do this. Not here,” I said, feeling my heart sink as the words left my mouth. The footsteps faded–it was a false alarm, but one we needed in that moment. “You understand, don’t you?”

Even though I’d pulled away, Trey hadn’t relaxed his hold on me. “I get it, I get it.” He sighed deeply; his eyes were bleary with lust. Both hands now clenched the seat of my pants. “How about we go to my place later? Unwind a little bit?” He leaned in, kissing my neck again. “And maybe if I’m a good daddy, you can show me that peachy white ass in person.”

I giggled again. “Maybe. But…hey. Just to be straight with you, I’m not looking for sex right now. Like, no oral, no anal. I’m fine with fooling around, jerking off, whatever, okay? Just–I don’t want to get attached. I’m not ready.” I lifted a hand to his face, caressing one firm cheek with my fingertips. “Is that okay, Trey?”

In reply, Trey leaned in to suck my lips one more time. “Baby, you’ve got me so fired up, I’ll agree to have you however much or little you’ll let me. You got my word on that.”

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Trying to focus on work the rest of the afternoon was impossible. All I could think about was Trey’s mesmerizing kisses and how wonderful it felt to be held in his strong arms, clasped to his hot, hard chest. Trey himself came by around 3pm for a hot second; he slipped behind my seat and bent over my shoulder like he was looking at something on my computer screen, but his hand slid beneath my pants, cupping a handful of buttcheek.

“You’re so bad,” I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my ears.

He moved his mouth close to my ear. “You’re welcome, sweet cheeks.” He straightened. “I’ll text you my addy, a’ight? It’s right on the lake. Come by anytime after 5:45. Oh, and come hungry.” He winked, then ducked away. Just a few minutes later, I received a text with his address, plus a photo of that massive lump in his pants with the caption “Look what you do to me, pretty boy.”

Since Matthew wasn’t there to keep tabs, I cleared out of the office early and sped home to my apartment. I took a shower, changed out of my slacks and button-up, replacing them with a thin but baggy sweater and a pair of sweatpants that boosted my booty just right. Then I put together a quick overnight bag (in case things went well) and a few minutes later I was pulling my car up to Trey’s home, a large white-brick house with floor-length windows and little Juliet balconies across the upper level. It was tucked at the end of a cul-de-sac and down by the lake, a setting that immersed the house in a canopy of mature trees, adding a rich layer of privacy. I guess department directors make pretty good money.

I padded up to the front steps, but almost turned back before I reached the first one. What if Trey does this to all the new guys at work? What if we don’t click now that we’re outside of work? What if–?

“There’s my pretty boy.” Trey’s deep voice floated down from the top step. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a fitted, soft white polo and what looked like loose linen pajama pants. Looking up at his handsome smile, radiating reassurance and excitement to see me, I dispelled all doubt.

“Hey daddy,” I said shyly, ascending the steps. That had the desired effect; his smile broadened to a lusty grin. 

“Come here,” he chuckled, pulling me up the last step and into his arms. I sank into his chest as he kissed me passionately, shutting the door behind us. We were instantly shrouded in cool silence, except for the soft smacking of our lips. His hands slid down my body while he deftly tucked me into a corner, pressing me against the wall at my back while his warm, muscular body smothered my front. I broke both hands free, cupping the back of his head with one and placing the other alongside his cheek. His rich smell consumed me every bit as much as his kisses.

In a matter of seconds we were breathless, our bodies gyrating against each other as he pushed me higher and higher against the wall. I curled my legs around his waist, an open invitation for that mountain in Trey’s pants to nestle itself in the warmth of my crotch. The invitation was accepted with gusto, and next thing I knew, his rock-hard bulb cocooned in linen was between my legs, burrowing into the soft fabric of my sweatpants. Even through the layers of fabric I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum soaking through.

Suddenly Trey stopped kissing me. He pulled his head back with an effort; his thick lips were soaked with my saliva. “I’m so sorry, Timmy,” he panted. “What kinda host am I? Can I get you something to eat or drink first?” He kissed my forehead in that endearing way of his. “I just lose all sense when you’re so close to me, baby.”

I let out a little laugh, which echoed down the high-ceilinged foyer. I didn’t realize until just then how big the inside of the house was. “You’re more than enough for me, big guy,” I murmured. “But since you asked, some water would be nice.”

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered. I moved as if to climb down from him, but he caught me. “Stay just as you are, pretty boy. I’ve got you.” And with that, he carried me, legs around his waist and laughing, into the kitchen.

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Despite wanting to tear each other’s clothes off right then and there, we hung around the kitchen for a little while. Trey had whipped up a beautiful pizza from scratch, so we decided to pop it in the oven and relax on the back porch. A double-wide chaise lounge was pulled up onto one of the many decks overlooking the lake, so we claimed one. A late summer breeze swept over us, lightly tossing the leaves of the trees all around the porch. Over the lake, the light of the slowly fading sun glittered.

“Mind if I take off my shirt?” Trey asked smoothly. 

“I’d absolutely detest it,” I smiled. He chuckled, then off came the polo, baring his sculpted pecs and slim abs to the setting sun. Bare-chested, he nestled into the pillows, and I cuddled against him, letting my fingertips trace the curly black hairs peppered across his upper body. My eyes kept straying to the staggering mound beneath his pajama pants, but I tried not to think about it.

“Sorry about earlier,” Trey said suddenly.

I stared up at him. “About what? I don’t mind a welcome kiss at the doorstep.”

“Not that, not that. About lunch. When I hit you with all those questions but wouldn’t open up about myself.” He sighed. “It’s–well, I haven’t truly opened up to anyone since my divorce. Fooled around, yeah, but never got past ‘How you doin’?” 

I kissed his neck, making him gulp. “No need to apologize. We don’t have to get to know each other if it’s still too soon for you.”

“No,” he said abruptly, lifting my chin so he could look into my eyes. “I do want to know you. It’s just kinda scary, you know?” I nodded, and he continued, “Plus, I–uh, I got a kid.”

It was my turn to gulp. “Oh. Here? Right now?”

He laughed softly. “No, no, she’s at her mom’s this week. I get her tomorrow though.” He looked away, and his arms fell slack around me. “Is that a dealbreaker? I totally get if you want to keep your distance now, Timmy, I swear I do.” 

He looked so forlorn, staring off at the setting sun over the water. It surprised me a little–he was honestly prepared for me to walk away right then. And I’m not going to lie, but a tiny part of me wanted to do just that. But a tug deep inside my chest compelled me to do otherwise: I snuggled closer to him, letting my lips graze one of his pink nipples. “Let’s just take it slow. Okay? I don’t mind that.”

His face turned back towards me. “Really?”

I looked up at him, winking in the golden sunlight. “Really, Daddy.” 

Gathering me back into his big arms, he pulled me close and we lapsed into an intense makeout session, even more heated than the one at the door. At some point I lost my shirt, and Trey was immediately ravaging my bare nipples with his flickering tongue. At another point that rascal managed to slip a hand into my pants, and warm, strong fingers were soon prodding the smooth flesh between my legs. “Mmmm that boy pussy feels good on my fingers,” Trey whispered between kisses. “It’s like a suction cup for me down there. Can’t imagine how good your hole would feel wrapped around my daddy dick.”

“Well, that’s not happening. Not today,” I smirked. 

He smirked back. We rubbed noses. “Okay pretty boy, I stand by my promise earlier.” He nuzzled my collarbone. “Can I at least see that fat little ass though?”

Just then, the pizza timer went off. I laughed, and he groaned. “After pizza, you can see my butt alllll you want,” I assured him. But he wasn’t satisfied.

“How ‘bout this: I pull the pizza outta the oven, then you show me your booty, I play with it a little, then we eat. Sound like a plan?” I squinted my eyes at him. He grinned. “Perfect. I’ll be back in a flash.”

Trey slid out from under me and stood up. The tent between his legs was ginormous, but he didn’t care. In his darkening backyard we were so shrouded in privacy that he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him anyways. No sooner was he inside then I was already slipping my pants off.

When he returned to the porch, I was ready to greet him, face down on the chaise with my booty on full display in the golden light. His gasp was deep with excitement. “Baby boy,” he spluttered, kneeling behind me with awe, “it’s even prettier than I could have ever imagined. Milky white, chubby, and hardly a hair in sight.” He sunk his teeth playfully into one cheek, then spanked the other with his broad flat hand. “Damn, pretty boy. I could play with this all day.”

And play he did. He jiggled both cheeks, alternated kissing and biting them, even gave me a series of light spankings that seemed to send jolts of electricity to the back of my head. He even licked a finger and, with my permission, prodded my little rosebud with his moistened digit. But he respected my wish about no oral–even though he couldn’t stop muttering about how bad he wanted to taste it. Finally, trembling with expectation, I raised myself to my knees on the chaise.

“Here,” I said, reaching back and motioning him to join me. “Take off your pants, big guy. Then come up here behind me.”

His pants slid to the pavers, revealing what I had been eyeing since this afternoon: a hulking cock almost as thick as my wrist. Its skin was darker than the skin on the rest of his body–almost black–but the wide, giant head was rounded and light pink. Beneath it swung two fat, pendulous balls in a nest of ebony curls.

Not taking my eyes from the sight of Trey’s magnificent penis, I let him mount the chaise, kneeling behind me. His monster dick swung lazily, half-erect, until it was resting alongside my thigh. Its tip sparkled in the sunlight with a sheen of pre-cum. 

“What now, pretty boy?” Trey breathed into my ear. His strong hands were on my hips, his thick lips nibbling my earlobe.

I struggled to form coherent thoughts. “Can you–can you stroke me a little?”

He obeyed, taking my hard, small prick in one hand and massaging it firmly. “Like this, baby?”

I gulped noisily as I nodded. “Just like that, Daddy. And can you play with my nipples with your other hand?”

Obediently, his strong hand slid up my smooth torso, tweaking one now-perky, pink little nipple, then the other until I was squirming. “You have adorable little boobies, pretty boy,” Trey chuckled hoarsely. “Does Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good, Daddy,” I cooed back. I reached an arm behind me so I could massage the back of his head, turning my face so we could kiss. Feeling like I was being mounted by his hard, fit body was the most sensational feeling I’d had in a very long time. It seemed to be good for him too–occasionally he would emit a low groan in between our kisses, almost like a growl. And his throbbing manhood was leaving a gooey trail along the side of my leg.

I paused our makeout. “Okay Daddy. Are you ready for one more thing?”

“I’m ready for all the things, baby,” he panted.

“Can you take that fat horse cock of yours and press it between my little cheeks?”

There was a pause. “Timmy. You want me inside of you?”

“No, no, sorry. I just–I love the feel of cock against my pussy. Even more than when it’s in it.” I could feel a blush returning. Trey spotted it coming too, and responded by showering me in more kisses. 

“Of course, baby. No need to explain.” He reached down to adjust himself, then I felt his baseball bat of meat slip between my legs, prying the flesh of my buttcheeks apart with its huge wet cap. We both gasped simultaneously.

“Like that?” Trey gulped, his breath hot on the back of my neck. “Is Daddy’s big fat cock what you like, Timmy baby?”

All I could do was nod fervently. He began to buck slowly, letting his cock rock back and forth beneath the heavy folds of my cheeks. His hands kneaded my butt flesh, his tongue slathered my shoulder. I was slipping into euphoria.

“You’ve got my cock dripping ropes of pre-cum all over that pristine little ass,” Trey grunted. “You like how Daddy’s big ol’ cock feels going in and out of your booty?”

“Yes Daddy,” I exhaled. “Your massive meat makes my hole feel so tight and tiny next to it.”

“Yesss,” he hissed into my ear. He gained momentum, and one hand returned to my prick, stroking it swiftly. “There’s no better match than a great big mandigo cock and a beautiful pink boypussy.” His tongue flickered into my ear canal. “I can promise you that.”

He supported me against his body with his free arm, thrusting his swollen cock faster and faster into the now-soaked recess of my butt. “Ohhhh baby boy,” he panted, “it feels like your pink little hole is sucking my cock. And–it–feels–so–good.”

The pressure was mounting inside me like a volcano on the brink of exploding. Reaching behind, I tugged at Trey’s huge dangling ballsac. He bellowed at the unexpected touch, growing louder as I reached my other hand back to slide my fingers quickly up and down his dickhead. In seconds my hand was dripping wet with his sticky precum. 

“You’re going to make me blow, Trey,” I gasped.

“And I’m going to cum all over your pretty pink hole, baby boy,” he growled. He pulled my head towards him, and our lips locked as we both spewed, one after the other. I shot a thin stream across the chaise cushions, while a flood of hot white cum bathed my buttcheeks, oozing down over my hole. Trey’s manly moans echoed around the porch, dissipating as they faded into the sunset air.

Out of breath, I sagged against Trey’s chest. His own chest was heaving raucously, but he wasn’t shaking like I was. “Damn that was good, Timmy,” he panted after a while. With his fingers he spread his thick cum over my booty, marking his territory. “I iced your beautiful ass like it was a cake,” he chuckled.

Then he laid me down on the chaise, sprawling alongside me with one long, muscular leg entwined around both of mine. “You know what? Never thought I’d cum just from dryhumping. But if anybody’s sweet little butt could do that to me, it’s yours.”

I laughed weakly. The sun was almost fully set over the lake, throwing its shadows all around us. “Can’t wait to see what else I’ll get you to do tonight, Daddy.”