#82 – Hooking Up With Father’s Friend
Cory didn’t want to be here. Sitting at a dinner for his parents’ vow renewal. He loved his parents but he hated these events. Surrounded by his parents friends or business partners and colleagues. The only people his age were him and his sister – oh and his one weird cousin Rebecca who insisted on making her entire personality whatever book she was reading at that time. She also ate spoonful’s of butter.
He and his sister, nonetheless, sat with smiles and joy as was needed. He also had an erection. The waiter was hot. He had a fat fucking ass and lips that looked so plump and Cory just knew they’d look good wrapped around his –
“Cory?” His mother grabbed his attention. “Did you hear that?” She asked.
“Hm? I’m sorry. I didn’t. I was thinking about the game next week. Sorry. Got homework to do later too so.” He smiled his best apology ‘I’m so cute mommy, please don’t be mad at me smile’ and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, Mr. Criss was asking how school was going.” Mr. Criss, Michael, was an old friend of Cory’s fathers from before he left the law firm he had been at and started his own.
“Oh, It’s going great.” He nodded and went on about school and how he was ready to graduate and get his degree and go on to be a coach.
“That’s great Cory, any girlfriends? Maybe we’ll be back at this hotel next year for your wedding eh?” He joked and took a sip of his wine.
“Ha ha, no. No girlfriends for me. I’m too…busy. With school.” Cory explained. Only a half lie.
Cory noticed Michael give him a sly look, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he took another sip of his wine. “Too bad,” He chuckled. “handsome guy like you must have to beat the ladies off with a stick.”
“My handsome boy knows to put school first.” His mother grins and laughs. Cory joins while his sister groans and rolls her eyes.
“Mom, I don’t feel good. Can I go back to the room?” She asked. Lydia was seventeen and would rather spend more time on her phone talking to her friends than be here.
Their mother reached out and touched her forehead with the back of her hand the way mothers do and frowned lightly. “Well, you are a bit warm. Go on. Take a Tylenol before bed.” She nodded and Lydia got up and left.
Cory too wanted to exit but needed to find an excuse.
He waited a little longer while the ‘adults’ drank more and commemorated the 25-year marriage of their friends.
When Cory thought enough time passed he opened his mouth to say something to excuse himself when he felt something nudge – no…caress, his foot. He wouldn’t have thought much about it, but he recognized the gesture from his adventures in cruising. He looked towards the direction of the other foot and saw it was Michael.
Michael looked at him with a quick glint in his eye before he apologized for the accident. Cory brushed it off and shook his head. “Excuse me, ma.” He got her attention. Her and her father turned to him. “I really do need to head back to my room. I’m feeling a little bloated and I do have some homework to finish.”
“Of course son, no problem. Thanks for putting up with us old farts for so long.” His father and the others all let out some boisterous laughter at that joke. Cory laughed too as he stood up.
“Goodnight Cory, see you later.” Mr. Criss told Cory. His salt and pepper hair caught the light just so, his dark brown eyes collecting the light. Drawing it in. Cory had never noticed how handsome the mans sharp face was. Like it was molded from clay by a sculptor. The blunt angles of his face caught and bent the light and shadow in a way that framed his face so well.
“You too, Mr. Criss.” Cory pushed his chair in and headed back to his room. An odd feeling in his stomach.
Had Mr. Criss been hitting on him?
No, that sounded insane. Though he had nudged his foot.
No, not nudged. Caressed. He’d caressed his foot like the men at the glory holes.
Mr. Criss was definitely hitting on him.
Cory got horny at the thought. Mr. Criss wasn’t an ugly man. He had a nice body for a man his age, he was tall, and one summer Cory had seen the man in a swimming suit and noticed he had been well endowed.
Cory shook the thoughts from his head as he got to his room. He’d gotten his own for the weekend in case he decided to pick anyone up from the apps and host them. Taking off his clothes and hopping in the shower. He let the water stay cold to calm him down. Afterward he sat at the desk and opened his laptop, finishing up some math homework.
Time ticked by as he finished equation after equation, then with his homework done he crawled into the bed and decided to watch some porn and jerk off. He began to fist himself in a nice rhythm when he thought he heard a light knock at the door. He waited a moment and when he didn’t hear anything, returned to his masturbation.
Then he heard it again. Slightly louder this time.
Cory got up and slid some shorts on. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole but someone had covered it up.
He stupidly just opened the door instead of asking who it was.
It was Mr. Criss.
“Oh, sorry – hick – I thought this was my room.” He slurred slightly and hiccupped. His voice was deep and smelled like sweet bourbon. It danced in Cory’s nostrils.
“No problem Mr. Criss.” Cory smiled at him, not closing the door just yet. “Do you need help getting to your room?”
“Maybe…” Mr. Criss slurred. “And please Cory. Call me Michael.” He grinned, straightening up. “Hi-yuck”
Cory tried not to laugh.
Michael took the sight of the young man before him in. Cory wore shorts only. Short ones that cut far above his knee. Cory’s chest was large and his arms glorious and strong. His abdomen, though thick and beefy from Cory’s years on the football team, baseball team and every other high school sports team, was defined. His abs, Michael counted six, were tight little mounds. And below the belt line Michael could see another tight mound.
“Did I interrupt something?” He asked.
“No.” Cory blushed.
“Well, maybe I could help you with that before you help me to my room.” Michael propositioned then inched into the room.
Cory was surprised and stepped back. Letting the man step inside. The door swung shut behind him. Cory stood, nervous. His mouth growing dry. “My dad can’t know about this.”
“Neither can my wife.”
He closed the gap between them and parted Cory’s lips, his thumbs wasting no time to loop into the waistband and pulling Cory’s shorts down. His cock swung out and Michael gripped it tightly.
The two tasted each other as they backed to the bed. Cory’s cock in the older man’s hand the whole time. He traveled up and down the shaft with softness and ease. Cory moaned at the expert touch of the man’s hands, his tongue.
This was a pro.
“Oh god.” He gasped as Michael moved his fingers around Cory’s dickhead. Rubbing his thumb along the rim of his mushroom head. Precum flowed out of the slit like water.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Michael growled as he inched down, teasing Cory’s tits. Flicking his tongue up and down one nipple, then licking down his abs until his lined his head up with the cock.
He kissed the head and shot his eyes up to Cory, giving him a lustful gaze. He parted his lips and took just the head in at first. Cory tossed his head back at the satin feeling of Mr. Criss’s mouth. His tongue looped around the shaft as he sunk slowly, then pulled up, then sunk again. Inch by inch until the entire thing was deep in his throat.
He hummed and it vibrated Cory’s cock. Causing him to tighten and flex at the pleasure as Michael kept going. Michael himself tightened as he bobbed up and down. Using one hand to massage Cory’s chest and the other to knead his balls softly.
“Oh fuck Mr. Criss.” Cory moaned in pleasure as the man put his years of experience to work.
“Cory, I told you. Call me Michael.”
“Yes sir.” Cory couldn’t help it. He’d been raised right. Taught to only call his elders by Mr. or Mrs. or Ms. Or by ma’am or sir. He hadn’t been told not to fuck them but he assumed that went without saying.
“You taste so sweet.” Michael commented as he pulled up.
“I want to taste you.” Cory got off the bed and helped Michael up. Pushing him onto his hands and knees onto the bed.
Michael grunted as he landed, Cory wasting no time to pull his pants down. Revealing a taut, smooth ass. Muscular and slightly hairy.
“Shit.” Cory salivated. He spread the cheeks apart, Michael moaned again as Cory thumbed the rim of his asshole. “Fuck your hole is perfect.” He smiled.
“Go ahead and get in there.” Michael shook his ass side to side, taunting. Cory obeyed. His tongue swiped down the hole, then he went back up.
Both of them moaned in glee as Cory got to work. Holding the fleshy cheeks apart so he could get in deep. His lips sealed around Michael’s pussy. Tongue writhing, digging deeper.
Michael fell forward and arched his back, grabbing his own ass cheeks to hold them apart as Cory instinctually moved his hands to stroke himself and Mr. Criss.
Mr. Criss was larger than Cory, by three inches at least. But Cory was thicker and his head was narrower where Cory’s was built like a mushroom. It felt hot and good in Cory’s hand.
“Just like that boy.” Michael groaned as Cory kept his grip.
He worked on lubing up Mr. Criss’s hole, loosening him so he could fuck him. “I can’t wait to fuck you sir.” Cory came up for air briefly before diving back down.
“Fuck I’m almost ready. I can feel you filling up my cunt with that hot fucking tongue.” His toes curled and wriggled.
Cory finally stood up and lined himself up with Mr. Criss’s pucker, feeling the slimy spit he’d left behind coat his cockhead. “God I got you so wet.” He moaned as he rocked lightly back and forth.
“Jesus christ. Fuck me Cory.” Michael pushed back, feeling the pressure of the younger man’s dick press into him.
“Yes sir.” Cory grabbed the man’s hips and pushed forward. His head pressing against the tight opening. Michael tried to relax at the intrusion but hadn’t been fucked in so long that it took him a moment.
“Oohhhh…” He whimpered as Cory finally breached him. His head popping inside with a wet noise. Cory kept sinking in. Only another inch before he pulled back. He felt the rim of his head against the pucker. Michaels pussy was gripping him like a vice.
Michael tightened. Pulling Cory back in. Cory inched forward again. “Go all the way, please.” He begged. Impatiently waiting for the thickness to enter him fully.
Cory gripped Michaels hips tightly. “You asked for it.” He smirked before jutting forward, forcing his cock in down to the base. His balls slapped against Michaels thigh.
“Ah!” Michael arched up with a yip. Cory shot one hand forward, gripping a fistful of hair. He pulled the man back.
“I’m gonna wreck this fucking pussy.” He shoved Micheals head into the bed and began to rut in and out – fucking harder than he ever had. This pussy was so fucking tight Cory had to focus not to blow his load right away. It felt so soft and wet. So hot and so, so fucking good. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He repeated with each collision.
“Oh fuck Cory!” Michael groaned into the bed. “Fuck me like a bitch! Please fuck me like a slut!” He begged.
Cory dug his fingers into Mr. Criss’s ass as he piston fucked him. He’d never fucked anyone this hard. His cock ached wanting to cum. He could feel his balls tighten and raise. His prostate throbbed. “Fuck I can’t – I’m gonna cum!” He roared as he felt himself erupt.
Michael cried in pleasure as he felt himself fill with the hot and young cream. Here he was, full of his friends son’s young cock and cum. He felt at peace. Blissful. And full.
But Cory wasn’t done though.
He pulled out with a pop and flipped Michael over. He saw his cum leak out of the mans spent cunt and lined himself back up as he grabbed the older mans’ ankles.
“I need in this pussy again.” Cory demanded with a lust that sent a shiver down Michaels spine. He pulled one cheek to the side to help Cory find his hole again and began to stoke himself with the other hand.
“Fuck!” Michael whined as Cory sank back in. Harder than ever. He could feel him fucking his cum deeper and deeper into him. “Oh god.” His head rolled to the side, eyes crossing in euphoria as Cory bucked into him.
“Oh yeah. Grip my cock you old bitch. Just like that.” Cory spat on Michael as he felt the anus wrap around him like a sleeve. The two men began to sweat, the heat filling the room.
It smelled like musk and sex. It filled Cory’s nostrils and drove him further. The smell of the mens pheromones driving him to fuck like he never had before. He felt like a man on a mission. A bull breeding his bitch. “Fuck I’m gonna make you my whore.”
“Please Cory. Fuck me harder. Please breed me.” Michael whimpered. The sex drove this fifty year old man into a puddle of mush. You’d never know that he was a powerful lawyer that regularly fucked his wife with his own nine inch cock. Right now he looked like any other bottom slut getting fucked by a college jock.
“Fuck I’m close again!” Cory smacked his thighs against Mr. Criss’s ass. It echoed off the walls and filled the room. They were both sure that the neighbors would hear but neither cared. They just wanted this.
“I’m gonna cum Cory…” Michael moaned in a breathy rise and fall of his chest. His own fist pumped harder as he felt Cory’s mushroom head hit his spot over and over again. “Shit!” He roared as his cock erupted – spewing his milky cum everywhere.
“OH GOD!” Cory roared as he doubled over. His own orgasm rocked his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, seeing static as his second load mixed with his first one inside the older mans’ pussy. “Ah…” He winced.
“Mmmm…” Michael sighed as Cory collapsed on top of his body. He ran his fingers up and down the jocks spine. Tracing it with tender post-coital care.
“That was the best hole I’ve had.” Cory said breathless, pulling up and out.
“You think that’s good, you should be on the receiving end of this.” Michael gripped his softening cock and rubbed against Cory’s abs. He let his legs fall.
“I was serious about not telling my dad by the way. My parents don’t know I’m bi.”
“Hey, you don’t tell my wife and I don’t tell anyone about this ever.” He chuckled a deep chuckle.
“How did you know I was bi anyway?” Cory asked as he looked for a towel to wipe the sweat off of him.
“I saw your NightFling profile. I recognized those abs from your parents independence day barbeque last year.” Michael winked as he stood and began looking for his pants.
“Mm.” Cory nodded as he pulled Mr. Criss into a kiss, slapping his ass as he did. “You know, you wait a few minutes and I could fuck you again.”
“Thanks kid, but I need to get back to my room. Wife wanted me to call her before bed.” He stroked Cory’s soft cock once or twice. “But I’ll definitely have to visit you on campus.”
Cory just laughed as he fingered the older mans hole, Michael gripping Cory’s cock.
