Hey readers! Apologies for the delay! Hope you enjoy this new chapter as things really get heated up.
My wife, Debra, was flying east to spend the week with her sister, and honestly, I was a little relieved. Not in a bad way… I still loved her… but the thought of having the house to myself with Jesse felt like a gift. Just us. No hiding. No secrets. A proper boys’ weekend. My son, sharing my bed with me, all weekend long!
Jesse had only just gotten back from his class trip, and I’d barely seen him since he’d stepped off the bus. He didn’t know about what I’d gotten up to with his classmate, Justin, and my assistant and I didn’t particularly want him to. It was a moment of indiscretion but now my son was back, I didn’t need anyone else. I knew college was right around the corner, and we didn’t have many of these weekends left. That thought made me want to hold onto him even tighter. Because no matter where life was going to take him, Jesse would always be my boy. That bond was sacred. And I planned to make this weekend one he’d never forget.
The late afternoon sun was scorching as I walked outside. Jesse was already waiting, stripped down to his swim trunks, lying on one of the sun lounges.
“About time you got out here, daddy,” he called when he saw me, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He always knew how to put me in a good mood. I immediately laid down on top of him and pulled him in for a kiss. I was hard in a flash as my son’s soft lips pressed against mine, our tongues slowly rolling around inside each others’ mouths, lazily, as we ground our bodies against each other. We knew we had the whole weekend.
“I missed you, Jesse,” I whispered as I gazed at him.
He grinned. “You have no idea, dad. It was so hard to sleep without one of your loads inside me.”
“Well, you’ll be getting no shortage of those this weekend,” I laughed as I scooped him up in my arms, just like I did when he was little.
“Don’t you dare!” he shouted, but it was too late.
I tossed him in the pool, straight into the deep end. He hit the water with a spectacular splash, and as he surfaced, sputtering and giggling, I dove in after him. The cool water felt great on our sweaty skin as I wrapped my arms around him, pressing him up against the pool wall as we made out like horny teens, utterly in love.
For a few passionate minutes, there was nothing else. Just me and my son, together in the sunlight, our soft moans the only sound as we frenched each other, our heads slowly twisting and turning as we tried to go deeper into each others bodies.
God, I’d missed this!
Jesse reached into my swim shorts to stroke my throbbing meat that had been digging into his abs as I reached down to cup my boy’s firm ass cheeks. But just as Jesse released the beast, the doorbell rang!
We looked at each other in shock and surprise. Who could it possibly be??
“Probably just a delivery,” I muttered, as I strapped my cock down with the waistband. I hauled myself out of the pool and over toward the house. “You wait right where you are,” I grinned.
In response, Jesse pulled off his swim shorts and tossed them to one side with a cheeky wink.
But when I opened the front door, it wasn’t a package.
It was Justin.
My son’s “friend”…
… who I’d been fucking every day while Jesse was away.
My stomach felt like it hit the floor.
He stood there, a smirk on his shapely lips, a a tight tanktop and shorts showing off his ample peach. He brushed his fleecey hair out of his face as he gazed at me with his puppy-dog eyes.
And before I could even form a word, he slid past me into the hallway like he owned the place.
“Hey sir,” he said softly, almost playfully, “Your wife’s out of town, isn’t she? You didn’t think I’d waste the chance to spend a few days… together, did you?”
Every muscle in my body locked. “Justin,” I hissed under my breath, glancing back toward the pool. “What the hell are you doing here? You can’t be here.”
“That’s funny,” he said sweetly, as he put his hands on my waist. “Because if I can’t be here, maybe Debra should hear about everything we’ve been doing instead.”
And then I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned and saw Jesse standing in the hallway, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his towel draped loosely over his shoulders. His expression was unreadable at first, and then it settled into something cold. Confused. Wounded.
I swallowed hard as I pushed Justin’s hands away. “Jesse, go back outside. This is… complicated.”
But Justin stepped forward, his tone sugar-sweet, as though he’d been waiting for this. “Aw, you didn’t tell him about me what we’ve been up to? That’s a little harsh, sir.”
Jesse’s gaze flicked to me again, searching for an explanation but there wasn’t one I could give him that wouldn’t detonate everything.
“Dad,” he said finally, his voice tight, “what the hell is going on?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
Justin smiled faintly, knowing he had me cornered.
And in that moment, I realized everything I’d been looking forward to with my son was gone. Whatever I’d broken with Jesse just now, I wasn’t sure I could ever fix. Maybe even worse than that…
Jesse didn’t say another word. He just stared at me before turning on his heel and stomping up the stairs. A second later, his bedroom door slammed so hard the walls rattled.
I stood there frozen in the hallway, still gripping the damp towel in my hand. Every instinct told me to follow him, to try to explain, but my legs wouldn’t move. I knew there was nothing I could say right now that wouldn’t make it worse.
Justin gently traced one of my wet nipples, watching me with an expression that was half amusement, half victory. “He took that well,” he said lightly, like this was some kind of game.
I slammed him against the wall, furious. “What the hell were you thinking showing up here? You shouldn’t be here. Not now. Not ever.”
He tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Come on. Don’t act like this wasn’t inevitable. Your wife’s out of town, you’ve been fucking me all week… I missed you.” His voice softened as he leaned towards me. “I thought we could have some more time. Just us.”
I stepped back, shaking my head. “No. Absolutely not. Jesse’s here. This was supposed to be our weekend.”
For the first time, something flickered in his expression.
“You owe me,” he threatened. “You think you can just walk away after everything? No. If you send me home now, I’ll make sure your wife knows exactly what you’ve been doing. You'll never see your son again.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. He wasn’t bluffing. The amount of my cum that would have been in his guts…
“Please,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my wet hair. “Just… give me a minute. I need to talk to Jesse.”
Justin sighed like I was being unreasonable, but he wandered off toward the living room, making himself comfortable on the couch like he already belonged here.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at Jesse’s closed door, my heart pounding. I wanted to run up there and explain myself but what was there to say? That I’d made a mistake? That I’d been selfish? That I’d ruined everything we’d built together in one careless moment?
Upstairs, silence.
Downstairs, Justin humming softly to himself, not a care in the world.
I didn’t know how to fix this. All I could do was walk away.
By the evening, the house felt different. Full of secrets. Hurt.
I walked down the hall toward my bedroom, only to stop dead in the doorway.
Justin was there, pulling clothes from his overnight bag and laying them neatly across the bed. My bed. The bed I share with my wife. He didn’t even glance up when I stepped in.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice low and level.
He smiled faintly. “Getting settled,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I told you. I’m staying here. And you’re going to fuck me all weekend. Just like I was your wife.”
I clenched my jaw. “This isn’t your house, Justin. And you're not my wife.”
He finally looked up. “Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before railing me again and again.”
I stood there, speechless, caught between anger and panic. Part of me wanted to throw his bag into the hallway and tell him to leave, but one wrong move, and he’d blow everything up.
I left him there, shutting the door harder than I intended, and walked to Jesse’s room. His music was playing faintly behind the door, and I knocked gently before pushing it open.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling on his phone, his jaw tight. He didn’t look up.
“Jess,” I started carefully, not entering the room. “Can we talk?”
Silence.
I stepped inside. “Look, I know today’s been… a shock. And you have every right to be angry. But whatever happened between me and Justin… it doesn’t change us. You’re my boy. The most important thing in the world to me.”
He set his phone down slowly and looked at me. And then he turned away, without a word. His silence hurt more than words ever could.
Finally, I nodded and backed out of the room, letting the door click shut behind me.
That night, dinner was unbearable.
The three of us sat around the table like strangers, the clink of forks on plates was deafening. Justin had made himself comfortable at the head of the table, chatting like he belonged there, like he was my wife.
Jesse barely touched his food. Every now and then, I caught him staring at Justin, then back down again, his jaw tight, his shoulders rigid.
Finally, Jesse mumbled something about being tired and disappeared upstairs without waiting for a reply. I wanted to follow him, to knock on his door and try one more time to make him understand… but I didn’t. I’d already pushed him far enough today.
That left me alone with Justin.
I gathered the dishes in silence, stacking plates and scraping leftovers into the trash.
He leaned against the counter, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Maybe you need a blowjob to relax you?” he offered.
“Fuck off,” I spat, my temper getting away from me.
He tilted her head, looking genuinely hurt for a second. “I’m not here to ruin you,” he said quietly. “I just… want to be with you.”
For the first time, I realized Justin wasn’t just here for a fling. He genuinely wanted a place in my life whether I was ready to give it to him or not.
And if I didn’t figure out how to get control back, he was going to burn down everything I’d built.
I finally looked at him, and damn it… that was the problem. Because he was a cute young man. Infuriating, manipulative, reckless… but still sexy. I didn’t want to remember how hot his hole felt, clamping down on my cock as he rode me on my office desk until I blasted nut after nut inside him.
I hated that part of me still wanted him. I walked away, while I still had some self control.\
I brushed my teeth and stripped down to my boxers, getting ready for bed when the door opened and Justin walked in, like he’d been living here for years. He was dressed solely in a white jockstrap – that perfect butt of his on complete display.
I straightened up fast. “Wait. What are you doing?”
He crawled onto the bed, the side where my wife normally slept, and lay down on his back, his legs spread. “Getting ready for bed. What does it look like?”
“I told you. You can’t sleep here,” I said, forcing the words out. “Not in this bed.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked quietly.
He spread his legs a little wider and angled his butt, so his tight boyhole was directly pointed at me. He licked his forefinger and then slipped it between those cheeks, fingering his boy pussy right in front of me.
“Justin…” I whispered, quivering, unaware now if it was rage or lust.
“You know how good I can make you feel, sir” he sighed as he teased his glorious cunt. “I’m just here to serve you.”
It was almost hypnotic. I looked away, wishing I was wearing anything other than these thin boxer shorts, that made it clear my cock was hardening, even though I tried to resist with everything I had. All that pool foreplay with Jesse had filled my balls and they needed release.
“Please Justin,” I pleaded. “Just leave.”
In reply, he just inserted a second finger into his puckered anus with a gentle groan, stretching his ring a little wider, ready to be truly filled.
I grabbed his wrist, ready to pull him off the bed and out of the room.
But right at that moment, he reached forward and wrapped his hand around my cotton-covered boner. That was all it took. All the rage. All the frustration. All my annoyance at my self for ending up in this position. My fury at this boy for doing it to me. It all cracked.
“You homewrecking little fuck!” I hissed as I fell on top of him.
He pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around me as he pressed his gorgeous Latin lips around mine, kissing me passionately. And I gave into it. Ready to hatefuck the shit out of this brat. Our tongues duelled with each other inside his mouth, like we were still arguing.
He ground his butt against my throbbing cock as it strained to free itself from its cotton prison as we moaned with fury and passion into each others mouths.
Justin reached down and yanked down my underwear, finally freeing my pulsing shaft, and guided into his warm wet hole before I could stop him.
“OOHHHH!!!” we both cried, in pleasure, as I gave into the worst lust I’d ever felt. I just hoped Jesse couldn’t hear us from his bedroom.
I watched as Justin’s facial expression turned to sheer joy, thrilled he was finally getting his way and everything he wanted – namely my penis!
I fucked him as hard as I could, taking out all my pent-up rage on him, as I pistoned into his willing hole, raw and rough. But no matter how hard I pounded him, he pushed back, encouraging me to go harder, deeper, further…
“Uhhh… uhhh…. uhhhh,” I grunted as I lost track of time and let myself give into the pleasure his body was giving me as we fucked like beasts.
“Admit it,” he gasped. “You love my hole!”
“Shut up!” I ordered, before kissing him hard, my tongue forcing itself down his throat to silence the cocky bastard as I continued drilling his guts. I had to admit, our passion was undeniable. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone like this in my life. I tried to forget all the hurt I had caused, especially to Jesse, as I used this tanned body to release all the pressure in my life, fucking him like my life depended on it.
I lifted myself into a push-up position, allowing myself a better angle to spear him. My dick felt like steel as the orgasm started to bubble away inside my nuts.
I could feel Justin flexing his sweet cunt around my raw pole, desperate for that man-milk, so proud of himself for tempting me away from both my wife and son.
“Ahhh…. Ahh… ohhh… mmmm…. ahhh… give it to me, sir” he begged, between moans. “Give me your alpha seed!”
I stared at him with passionate loathing. “You really want it, hey?”
“Anything for your cock, sir!” he gasped as he stared deeply into my eyes. "Pleeeeease!!"
And I knew he wasn’t lying. He genuinely wanted it that badly. He wasn’t a bad kid deep down. He was just an addict, desperate for a fix. And his heroin was my seed!
I slammed into him about a dozen more times before I passed the point of no return, ready to finally give him what he wanted, finally giving in to this power bottom’s determination to milk me.
“Here it comes!” I warned as the orgasm crashed over my body, my scalding hot juice pulsing out of my cock and flooding his guts like a tidal wave. “ARRRRRHHHHHHHH!!!”
Damn – there was no way Jesse wouldn’t have heard that one, I thought as I cursed myself internally, still lost in my sex haze.
“Yesssssss!!!” Justin cried, tears of pleasure in his eyes, his arms wrapped around me, as he accepted my DNA gratefully into his body as if it could impregnate him.
I collapsed on top of him, a sweaty pile of limbs, satisfied and spent. We lay there, not speaking, as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
All the feelings of guilt and despair and anger started to creep there way back in, but I knew there was nothing I could do in that moment.
I rolled off him, sinking beneath the sheets, hoping sleep might solve everything.
Justin pushed his peach back against me, so I had to spoon him, whether I wanted to or not. He grabbed my arm and draped it over himself, as if that was all the blanket he needed. I was too tired to argue with him anymore.
I woke sometime after midnight, heart pounding like I’d been running in my sleep. For a moment I didn’t know what had pulled me out of it but then I heard it: the faintest sound from down the hall. Jesse.
I pushed back the covers and carefully untangled myself from the homewrecking monster that had invaded my house and crept out of the bedroom, careful not to make a sound.
“Jesse?” I whispered.
No answer. But I knew he was awake. The sound I’d heard was him sniffing. He was crying.
I nudged the door open.
Moonlight was the only light in the room, and there he was… lying on his side, facing away from me.
“Hey,” I murmured. “Can I… come in?”
He shrugged without looking at me.
At least it wasn’t “get out”.
So I stepped in and sank onto the edge of his bed, keeping a careful distance.
For a long moment, he didn’t speak. Neither did I.
Finally…
“Jesse…” My voice cracked, so I cleared my throat. “I’m so sorry. More sorry than I’ve ever been about anything in my life.”
No answer.
I plowed on. “You have every right to be angry. And disappointed. And whatever else you’re feeling.”
He finally looked at me then, really looked, and I saw hurt there in his tear-streaked eyes. My heart broke. This was my boy. My only son. I couldn’t believe I’d made him feel like this.
“You’re my daddy,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Wasn’t I enough?”
My eyes filled with tears. Jesse’s pain had become my own. The thought that he was this wounded. It was too much.
“Jesse, you’re… everything… everything I’ve ever wanted,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady and not give into the choking sobs that threatened to overtake me. “All I want is you.”
“But then why…?” he trailed off.
I let out a shaky breath. “Jesse… don’t look for sense in it. Sometimes men get so horny that we do things… dumb things… we give in to our animal instincts just so we can feel… free? I don’t know. But what I do know is…” I took a deep breath. “Losing you would break me. I mean that. Justin doesn’t mean shit to me. You mean more to me than anything. Even your mother. It’s you. It’s always been you. You're more than enough. You're everything. And I’m begging you… please don’t let this be the thing that ruins that.”
He didn’t speak at first. His eyes were glassy, and he rubbed them hard with the heel of his hand, but it was pointless. “Dad!” he cried as he reached out for me.
And I swept him up in my arms, holding him close as he wept in my arms.
I kissed him on top of his head, again and again, trying to stop my own tears. “I love you, Jesse. I love you so much. I’ll do anything to make it right.”
We stayed like that for what might have been an hour, just holding each other, enjoying the closeness that only two men can truly feel, especially when they’re father and son. And I felt relief wash over me as I realised I wasn’t going to lose my son. Who knows what damage Justin could do but he wasn’t going to take my son’s love from me.
Finally he pulled away from me as we gazed at each other.
“How are we going to fix this?” he asked, tentatively.
I gently leaned forward and kissed him softly and tenderly on the lips. “I have an idea.”
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