Valentine's special
The candlelit table at La Belle Époque glowed with soft crimson hues, perfect for Valentine's Day. Dirk and Christian sat across from each other, the air thick with unspoken desire. Dirk, in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered to his trim waist, sipped his red wine, his eyes locked on his son's chiseled jawline. Christian, dressed in a crisp white button-down that strained against his athletic chest, grinned as he raised his glass.
'To us, Dad,' Christian toasted, his voice low and husky. 'The hottest fucking secret.'
Dirk clinked glasses, heat pooling in his gut. Under the tablecloth, his socked foot—clad in a sleek black dress sock—slid up Christian's calf, tracing higher. Christian's breath hitched as Dirk's toes brushed the growing bulge in his slacks. The foot massage turned deliberate, Dirk's sole pressing firmly against the thick outline of Christian's cock, rubbing up and down in slow, teasing strokes. Christian gripped the table edge, his knuckles whitening, as pre-cum likely soaked through his boxers.
'Fuck, Dad,' Christian whispered, shifting to give better access. Dirk's foot worked expertly, the arch grinding against the shaft, feeling it throb and harden fully. A bead of sweat trickled down Christian's temple as Dirk's toes curled around the head, squeezing gently. The waiter passed oblivious, but the tension built like a storm.
By dessert, they were both flushed, the wine loosening their inhibitions. They stumbled out into the cool night, hands brushing, lips grazing in the shadows of the parking lot. The drive home was a haze of stolen glances and Dirk's hand on Christian's thigh, inching toward that still-hard dick.
Back at the house, the door barely clicked shut before Christian groaned, 'I need a shower. That foot job's got me filthy.' He stripped off his shirt, revealing his ripped abs and the trail of dark hair leading to his waistband, then headed upstairs, cock tenting his pants.
Dirk's heart raced. He had a surprise ready. In the bedroom, he shed his clothes, sliding into the fishnet red bodysuit. The material stretched taut over his muscular pecs, the diamond-patterned weave accentuating every ridge of his biceps and the swell of his delts. It clung to his bubble ass like a second skin, the red hue making his skin glow, the fishnet gaps teasing glimpses of his tanned flesh. He lubed up the rose-shaped butt plug—its petals flared at the base, the stem curving perfectly—and bent over, easing it into his hole. The stretch burned deliciously, the toy nestling deep, its weight pressing against his prostate with every shift.
He admired himself in the mirror: muscles popping, ass cheeks framed and lifted by the suit's cut, the plug's base peeking out like a forbidden bloom. His own cock strained against the bodysuit's crotch, leaking pre-cum that darkened the fabric.
The shower shut off, and Christian emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing rivulets down his sculpted chest and over the V of his hips. His semi-hard cock dangled heavy between his thighs, the foreskin partially retracted. He froze in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of Dirk posed on the bed, legs spread, ass arched invitingly.
'Holy shit, Dad,' Christian rasped, his dick twitching to full mast, rising thick and veined, the head flushing purple. He dropped the towel, stalking forward, water still dripping from his hair onto his shoulders.
Dirk smirked, voice breathy. 'Happy Valentine's, son. All for you.'
Christian lunged, pinning Dirk face-down on the bed with his massive frame. His wet body slicked against Dirk's back, cock grinding into the cleft of his ass through the fishnet. Christian's hands roamed, squeezing Dirk's enhanced muscles, thumbs circling his nipples through the mesh until they pebbled hard.
He flipped Dirk onto his stomach, yanking the bodysuit's rear aside to expose the rose plug. 'Look at this pretty flower in your slutty hole,' Christian growled, twisting it slowly, making Dirk moan and buck. Then, with a pop, he pulled it free, strings of lube trailing.
Christian dove in, spreading Dirk's cheeks wide. His tongue lapped at the puckered rim, hot and insistent, circling the twitching muscle before plunging inside. He ate Dirk's ass like a starving man, slurping noisily, tongue-fucking deep, tasting the clean musk and faint lube. Dirk writhed, pushing back, his hole clenching around the invasion. Saliva dripped down Christian's chin, mixing with the remnants of shower water, as he sucked and probed, loosening Dirk further.
'God, your hole's so fucking greedy,' Christian murmured against the flesh, nipping the rim before spearing his tongue deeper.
Dirk panted, ass quivering. 'Need your cock, baby. Breed me.'
Christian reared up, his rock-hard dick—eight inches of girth, slick with pre-cum—poised at the entrance. He plunged in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in Dirk's slick heat. The fishnet bodysuit scratched against Christian's hips as he slammed forward, balls slapping Dirk's taint. Dirk's walls gripped him like a vice, milking every inch.
'Fuck, so tight,' Christian grunted, pounding relentlessly. The bed creaked under them, Dirk's bubble ass jiggling with each impact, the bodysuit's weave leaving red imprints on his skin. Sweat poured off Christian's body, mixing with Dirk's, their skin slapping wetly.
Dirk clawed the sheets, prostate hammered, his own cock trapped and leaking profusely into the bodysuit. 'Harder, son—fill me up!'
Christian's pace turned feral, hips snapping, the room echoing with grunts and the squelch of lube-slicked thrusts. His balls tightened, and with a roar, he buried deep, cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum flooded Dirk's guts. Cum overflowed, bubbling out around Christian's shaft, trickling down Dirk's thighs.
Panting, Christian pulled out with a wet pop, his dick glistening with cum and ass juices. He flipped Dirk over, straddling his chest. 'Clean it, Dad. Taste your son's load from your hole.'
Dirk obeyed eagerly, mouth opening wide. Christian fed his softening cock in, the bitter-salt tang of cum coating Dirk's tongue as he sucked greedily. He bobbed deep, throat working, swallowing every drop while Christian groaned, hands fisting Dirk's hair.
Sated for the moment, they caught their breath. Christian fetched a bottle of wine from the kitchen, popping the cork. They migrated to the living room, naked except for Dirk's cum-stained bodysuit, sprawling on the sofa with glasses in hand. The wine was rich and heady, loosening tongues further.
'Been thinking,' Christian said, swirling his glass, his free hand idly stroking Dirk's thigh. 'This thing between us—it's intense, but I don't want to lock it down exclusive. You're too much of a cumslut; your hole needs breeding way more often than I can give right now with college and all.'
Dirk nodded, sipping thoughtfully, the warmth of Christian's cum still leaking from his ass onto the cushions. 'Yeah. Waiting days for you to come home and fuck me dry? Not fair to either of us. We keep this as our core, but open it up. You bring friends if you want; I can take those jock teammates whenever.'
Christian's eyes darkened with lust. 'Deal. No more dry spells. Your ass gets filled whenever it craves it.'
The words ignited them. Christian set his glass down, pulling Dirk onto his lap. Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling in a messy, wine-flavored kiss. Christian's cock, hardening again, nudged Dirk's gaped entrance.
Dirk ground down, the bodysuit's crotch ripped open now, his own dick sliding against Christian's abs. Christian gripped Dirk's hips, lifting and impaling him slowly this time, savoring the slide into the cum-lubed channel. Inch by inch, he sank in, both moaning at the reunion.
On the sofa, they fucked with raw passion, bodies slick with sweat and spilled wine. Christian thrust up powerfully, Dirk riding him, ass clenching rhythmically. Fluids everywhere: pre-cum smearing their stomachs, old cum squelching out with each bounce, Dirk's balls slapping wetly.
'Take it, Dad—ride your boy's cock,' Christian urged, sucking hickeys onto Dirk's neck through the fishnet.
Dirk's muscles flexed, bubble ass bouncing, the bodysuit tearing further at the seams. He came first, untouched, spurting thick ropes across Christian's chest, the release milking Christian's dick.
Christian followed, hips bucking wildly, pumping fresh loads deep into Dirk's bowels. Cum overflowed profusely, dripping down Christian's balls and pooling on the sofa. They collapsed together, sticky and spent, hearts pounding in sync.
In the afterglow, wrapped in each other's arms, the open agreement felt right—freedom to explore, but this bond unbreakable.
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