Story Characters:
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Jesse – 21 years old in this chapter (24 in the present)
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Colin Sharpe – 47, Jesse’s friend Shane’s father. Broad, thick-built, quiet but commanding. Salt-and-pepper beard, strong hands, soft middle, and a calm authority Jesse can't look away from.
Chapter 4: My friend's dad
It was supposed to be just drinks.
A low-key reunion in Shane’s backyard — lawn chairs, dim patio lights, red cups full of warm beer, and a Bluetooth speaker doing its best to make a playlist out of scattered vibes. Jesse hadn’t been in the mood to socialize, not really, but he’d promised Shane he’d come. Show face. Be present.
He didn’t expect anything from it.
And he definitely didn’t expect Colin Sharpe.
He was by the grill. Arms crossed. Beer in hand. The kind of man who didn’t say much but didn’t have to. He wore a faded henley that clung in all the right places: the slope of his chest, the curve of his biceps, the slight swell of a middle-aged gut that didn’t soften anything about his presence. His beard had gone silver at the chin, cleanly trimmed but thick. There was a calm weight in the way he stood — hips set wide, thick forearms folded, eyes scanning lazily across the yard.
Fuck.
Jesse sipped his drink and tried not to stare, which only made the glances sharper, quicker. He hadn’t seen Colin since high school. Now, two years older — and one unforgettable night with Andrew Cross behind him — Jesse wasn’t a boy anymore.
But standing there, watching the man who used to drive Shane to football games flip burgers with a pair of tongs like they weighed nothing… he felt something stir deep in his stomach.
A warmth. A pull.
“You good?” Shane said, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he came up with two beers.
Jesse jumped. “Yeah. Didn’t know your dad was gonna be here.”
Shane replied. “Yeah, divorced again. He’s crashing in the guest room while Mom changes the locks.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, well. He’s chill. Won’t bite.”
Jesse gave a weak smile. God, but what if he did?
After Shane walked off, Jesse drifted away from others in the yard. He pulled out his phone, thumb skimming a blank lock screen — anything to keep from openly watching Colin like some desperate puppy in heat.
Then—
“You didn’t say hello.”
Jesse flinched slightly at the voice.
It came from just behind him — low, calm, with the same weight it had years ago.
He turned.
Colin stood there now, beer in hand, brow slightly raised. Up close, he looked even bigger. Jesse barely reached his collarbone. The lines on his face were deeper than Jesse remembered.
“I didn’t think you’d remember me,” Jesse said quickly. “It’s been a while.”
“I remember all Shane’s friends,” Colin said. “You were always the quiet one.”
Jesse smirked. “Still am.”
Colin sipped his beer. “Didn’t used to wear your hair like that.”
Jesse’s breath caught.
He reached up instinctively, fingers brushing the edge of his fringe. He’d let it grow out a little — not styled, exactly, but softer, looser. It fell across his forehead more than it used to. A quiet change, but one he’d made on purpose. Something that felt more like him.
“Felt like trying something different, didn't think anyone would notice.” Jesse said, sipping from his cup to hide the heat behind his ears.
“I notice things." Colin’s gaze lingered. “It suits you.”
Then, casually like it was nothing, like it had always been allowed — Colin reached out and brushed his fingers through the front of Jesse’s hair, a slow, easy sweep. His knuckles grazed Jesse’s temple as he let his palm settle for half a second at the top of Jesse’s head, warm and steady.
Not a ruffle. Not a pat. Just a touch. Deliberate. Gentle.
And then gone.
Jesse stood frozen, breath soft and shallow, but something inside him had lit. The spot where Colin’s hand had been still tingled, like it remembered.
He didn’t say anything.
But he didn’t move away, either.
The night was cooler now. The light shifted, someone had walked by, casting a momentary shadow across the fence, but Colin didn’t move. He stood the same way he had earlier, arms loose at his sides now, beer tucked casually against his hip. Like he wasn’t going anywhere. Like he could move forward, but was choosing not to.
“You staying late?” Jesse asked, unsure why he said it.
Colin shrugged. “Depends if the bed’s taken.”
“You’re at Shane’s?”
“Guest room. Just for the weekend.”
Jesse nodded, fingers tight around his cup.
Colin looked at him for a long moment.
“You’ve changed,” he said finally.
“Good or bad?”
“Neither. Just… not a kid anymore.”
His gaze dipped for a second, not to Jesse’s body, but to his hands. Still wrapped tightly around the plastic cup, knuckles a little white.
“You still do that thing with your hands,” he said.
Jesse blinked. “What thing?”
Colin tilted his head. “When you’re nervous. You rub your thumb along the side. You used to do it back when Shane dragged you over for movie nights.”
Jesse looked down. He was doing exactly that, thumb circling, slow and unconscious, against the plastic.
“I didn’t know anyone noticed.”
Colin took a slow sip. “Like I said before, I notice things.”
Something in Jesse’s chest pulled tight. Not just arousal — not yet — but something warmer, deeper. A soft ache he’d trained himself to ignore. The need to be seen. And Colin… had seen him. Even years ago.
Colin’s expression hadn’t changed, but Jesse swore something in the air had shifted. Like if he breathed the wrong way, it would snap.
He didn’t speak.
Colin didn’t either.
But the distance between them felt smaller than it had a minute ago.
And Jesse knew, even if he couldn’t explain how — the night wasn’t over.
Then—
“Hey, Colin?” someone called from across the yard. “You got a sec?”
Colin didn’t take his eyes off Jesse for a moment. Then he exhaled through his nose, something like reluctance in the sound.
“I’ll catch you later,” he said, his voice lower now. Less casual.
Jesse nodded, but didn’t move.
Colin stepped away, disappearing into the dark near the side gate, answering whoever needed him.
The moment faded like breath on glass.
The party thinned.
The playlist kept looping on low volume, songs blurring into one another. A few stragglers remained — clustered near the porch, trading lazy conversation.
Jesse wandered toward the edge of the field behind Shane’s yard, the cool of the fence at his back, away from the glow of the patio light. The grass was cool beneath his shoes. The quiet settled thick around him — not empty, just still.
He stood there, arms folded loosely across his chest, staring at nothing in particular. The stars were clear. His drink had gone warm in his hand.
Colin was nowhere to be seen.
Jesse shifted his weight, debating to quietly leave. Shane had seemed to vanished inside. It would’ve been easy to slip out now. Say nothing. Leave this moment untouched.
He glanced once toward the gate, then back toward the porch.
And then—
The door creaked open behind him.
“That fence keeping you warm?” Colin teased, his voice carrying low across the yard. “Come inside, you're getting cold.”
Jesse turned.
Colin was standing in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other tucked in his pocket.
Jesse hesitated.
“You look like you’re waiting for permission,” Colin said. “So here it is, come inside.”
And Jesse did.
The back door creaked shut behind them, muffling the music.
Inside, the house was dim — only the soft glow of a kitchen light spilling across the hardwood.
Colin moved with the ease of someone who had lived in this house, even if only briefly. He placed his beer on the counter, then reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap with one broad hand.
“You don’t drink like the others,” he said, tossing it toward Jesse without looking.
Jesse caught it — barely. “I don’t drink to get stupid.”
Colin nodded. “Smart.”
Jesse opened the bottle, took a sip.
“I’ve had stupid nights,” he added quietly. “This isn’t one of them.”
Colin turned, leaned against the counter, arms crossed again — the shirt stretching across his chest. “So what kind of night is this?”
Jesse gave a small shrug, eyes still on the floor.
“Just… a night,” he said softly. “Didn’t come expecting anything.”
Colin didn’t say anything at first.
Just watched him — long enough that Jesse almost turned away again.
“You say that like you don’t want anything,” Colin said, voice even. “But I don’t buy it.”
Jesse looked down. “Doesn’t matter what I want.”
“Sure it does.”
Colin pushed off the counter, slow, deliberate. He took one step closer — not aggressive, just present. Solid.
“You’re not here to flirt with your friend’s dad,” he said, tone low but not unkind.
Jesse’s lips parted, like he wanted to say something clever — but didn’t.
“I didn’t think you’d noti—,”
Colin chuckled, cutting him off. “You really gonna say that to me? After I told you twice I notice everything?”
Jesse flushed, looking away with a small, embarrassed smile.
Colin stepped a little closer, voice lower now.
“I saw you the second you walked in.”
He took a step forward — slow, certain. Jesse didn’t back up, but he did shift, his weight moving subtly, almost unconsciously, like his body wasn’t sure what to do with itself under that gaze.
“You’ve been watching me all night,” Colin said, softer now. “Trying not to. But you were.”
Jesse's throat bobbed. “I wasn’t trying to—”
“I didn’t say I minded,” Colin interrupted. Calm. Measured.
He reached out and lightly touched the hem of Jesse’s shirt where it hung loose at his hip — just a brief pinch of fabric, a gentle tug, like he was testing the distance between them.
“You always look at men like that?” he asked.
Jesse blinked. His voice came small. “No.”
“Just me?”
Jesse didn’t answer.
Colin’s fingers brushed away, slow and unhurried, but the place they touched buzzed.
“You want me to want you,” Colin said again, but dragging them out now, drawing weight from them. “What do you think that means?”
Jesse stayed still, pulse fluttering.
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I just… want to be wanted.”
Colin nodded once, almost thoughtful. Then leaned in, his mouth just near Jesse’s ear.
“You don’t just want to be wanted,” he murmured. “You want to be owned.”
Jesse’s knees nearly buckled. He didn’t say anything. Couldn’t.
Colin pulled back — not far, just enough to see Jesse’s face. He let the silence stretch, watching how Jesse breathed.
“I’m a lot older than you.”
“I like that.”
“I’m not gentle unless I mean it.”
“I know how to say stop.”
Colin stepped closer. Close enough that Jesse’s breath hitched — not from fear, but from sheer proximity. Heat.
“You sure you want this?” he murmured. “Because if you’re trying to prove something to someone, I’m not the guy. I don’t fuck performative little flirts.”
Jesse’s voice was low. Clear. “I want you. Not an act. Just… you.”
Silence.
Then Colin exhaled. Something inside him eased.
“Bedroom’s down the hall,” he said. “Turn left.”
Jesse blinked. “You’re staying in Shane’s—”
“Guest room,” Colin interrupted, already moving. “Close the door behind you. Take your time. And don’t touch yourself until I get there.”
Jesse’s breath caught in his throat — legs weak, chest tight, his heart pounding loud in his ears. He wasn’t sure what would happen next — only that he wanted it. He turned and walked, each step light, like he wasn’t fully inside his body anymore.
The guest room was dimly lit — one lamp on the nightstand, casting a soft amber glow across pale sheets and a scuffed wood floor. Jesse stood near the bed, heart hammering in his chest, the water bottle still in his hand. He hadn’t moved yet.
Not until he heard the creak of footsteps outside the door.
He swallowed.
The door opened slowly.
Colin stepped in.
He had removed his shirt — broad chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, thick arms still rolled with strength, stomach soft but solid. There was no awkwardness in how he carried it. No shame. He was a man who owned his weight, his presence, his space.
His eyes fixed on Jesse — steady, unreadable, but heavy with intent.
Colin stepped closer, he didn’t reach for Jesse. He looked him in the eyes.
“I need to hear you say it again,” Colin said. “Do you want this?”
Jesse’s voice caught. “Yes.”
“All of it?” Colin’s voice was softer now. Not teasing. Not threatening. Just there.
Jesse nodded — then remembered. “Yes. I want all of it.”
That earned a small sound from Colin — not a laugh, not quite — more like a breath of satisfaction.
“Put the bottle down.”
Jesse obeyed.
“Shoes.”
Jesse kicked them off.
“Socks.”
Gone.
“Shirt. Slow.”
Jesse’s breath shook as he reached down, fingers finding the hem of his fitted tee. He lifted it over his head, baring his chest. The soft swell of it. The part he always wanted to hide.
Colin’s eyes never left it.
“Pants next,” he said, voice a little lower now.
Jesse unbuckled slowly, peeling off the jeans, then stood in just his briefs — thin, dark, clinging to the hardness underneath.
Colin took a step forward. Then another.
He stopped only inches away.
“You look nervous,” he murmured.
“I am,” Jesse said softly.
Colin reached out. One hand — broad, warm, slightly rough — slid along Jesse’s arm. Not to guide. Not to grab.
Just to feel.
“You don’t need to be,” Colin said. “I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to touch you. To know what makes you melt.”
Jesse’s breath hitched. “I want that.”
“Then lie back.”
Jesse climbed onto the bed, settling into the pillows, legs slightly bent. Colin leaned over him, one hand planted beside his head, the other trailing fingertips up Jesse’s stomach.
Jesse gasped — the touch so light, so focused, it sent shivers through his core.
Colin’s eyes darkened.
“You’re sensitive.”
Jesse nodded.
“Good.”
He leaned in — and kissed Jesse’s chest. Just below the nipple. Slow. Mouth warm, beard scratching in a way that made Jesse twitch.
Another kiss.
Then a lick — tongue circling a nipple, then pulling it gently between his lips.
Jesse moaned.
Colin’s hand slid lower, cupping the shape of Jesse’s cock through the briefs.
“You’ve been holding this in all night, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Jesse breathed.
“You like being made to wait?”
Jesse whimpered. “Yes…”
Colin tugged the briefs down, exposing his cock — flushed, leaking at the tip.
Colin took his time staring, stroking slowly.
Then, slowly, he climbed over Jesse, lowering his body fully against him — skin to skin, chest to chest. He held himself up on one elbow, his other hand brushing Jesse’s jaw, tilting it up.
“Now I’m going to kiss you,” he said. “And you’re not going to move. You’re going to feel it.”
Jesse couldn’t speak.
He just nodded.
And then Colin kissed him.
It was slow. Heavy. A full claim of Jesse’s mouth — tongue teasing, lips pressing deep, his beard rough but perfect against Jesse’s soft cheeks. Jesse whimpered into it, hips lifting slightly, but Colin’s hand pressed down on his hip.
Colin pulled back just enough to speak, breath warm against Jesse’s lips.
“You like that?” he murmured. “You still want this?”
Jesse nodded, lips parted, dazed.
“I need to hear it.”
“Yes,” Jesse whispered. “I want it.”
Colin’s hand stayed firm. “Then stay still.”
The kiss deepened.
Colin ground his body down, not thrusting — grinding. Letting Jesse feel the full weight of him, the heat, the pressure. He didn’t speed up. He didn’t need to.
He kissed Jesse like he meant it.
When he finally pulled back, Jesse’s lips were red and parted, his body trembling.
“I haven’t even started with you,” Colin said, voice low. “And look at you — already shaking.”
“I can’t help it." Jesse whispered.
“It’s only going to get better.”
Colin pulled back, just far enough to look down at Jesse — who was breathing fast, his thighs spread, briefs peeled halfway down one leg. His cock stood flushed and dripping between them, pulsing in rhythm with his racing heart.
“You’re a sight,” Colin murmured, dragging the backs of his fingers up Jesse’s inner thigh. “And I haven’t even unzipped yet.”
Then, without another word, Colin leaned in — no hesitation, no flourish — and took him into his mouth.
Heat. Wet. Pressure.
Jesse cried out, sharp and open. His hips jerked, but Colin’s hand was already there, holding him still.
“Don’t move,” Colin murmured against his skin, voice gravel-warm. “You stay right there.”
Jesse whimpered, toes curling hard against the sheets.
“Oh my god,” he breathed. “Oh—fuck, that’s—”
His voice broke around the end of the sentence, cut off by a gasp as Colin dragged his tongue up the underside of his cock, slow and firm. Jesse's head tipped back into the pillows, his mouth falling open, too much noise spilling out to stop.
Every suck pulled something deeper from him — a shiver, a moan, a breathless, high-pitched whine. His thighs trembled. His hands kept grabbing at the sheets, the air, anything.
“Please,” Jesse whispered, voice cracking. “That’s—please, that’s so—”
He couldn’t finish the sentence. Could barely speak.
Colin didn’t slow down.
His mouth worked in a rhythm Jesse couldn’t follow — too slow to be merciful, too steady to give him a break. His beard scraped just enough to remind Jesse that this was real. That a man — bigger, older, focused — was between his legs, taking his pleasure like it belonged to him.
Jesse was falling apart.
His sounds got higher, messier — breathy moans spilling freely between half-formed words.
“Please—please, I’m—Colin, I can’t—”
Colin pulled off immediately, his hand wrapping around the base of Jesse’s cock just as Jesse whimpered through another breath.
Jesse dazed, eyes wide and wet, lips parted. “Can I…” He swallowed. “Can I suck you?”
Colin’s head tilted, the corners of his mouth pulling into a slow, knowing smirk as he took in the state Jesse was in — flushed, shaking, desperate.
“You want to?” he asked, voice low. “Or you just think you should?”
Jesse nodded. “I want to.”
“Good,” Colin said — and then Jesse added, barely above a whisper: “Yes, daddy.”
The word slipped out. Natural. Easy.
Colin froze for just a breath, then smiled — not mocking, but sharp and warm at once, like the word had hit somewhere deep.
“That what I am now?” Colin murmured. “Say it again.”
Jesse’s breath caught, cheeks burning. “Daddy.”
Colin’s smile spread, slow and wicked — the kind of smile that knew exactly what it was doing to him. Like the word had landed just where it was meant to.
“There he is,” Colin said, voice thick with heat. “Didn’t even have to pull it out of you.”
Jesse looked away, ears going red.
Colin chuckled softly, tilting Jesse’s chin back up with two fingers. “Don’t go shy on me now. You’re the one who said it.”
He leaned in, lips brushing just near Jesse’s cheek.
“Sweet voice like that, you should’ve said it sooner.”
Jesse whimpered — just a little — and Colin pulled back, satisfied.
“Good boy.”
His tone dropped on the last two words, low and full — not just praise, but possession.
He stepped back, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his jeans, sliding them down over thick thighs. No rush. No teasing. Just the raw honesty of a man exposing himself — not to show off, but to share.
His cock sprang free.
Thick. Heavy. Uncut. The head already wet. It didn’t point up like a porn star’s — it hung with weight and size, swaying as he stepped forward again, his belly soft, chest wide, eyes focused only on Jesse.
Jesse’s mouth watered.
He slid down to his knees at the edge of the bed, resting between Colin’s thick thighs. The carpet felt scratchy under his skin, but he barely noticed. His world had narrowed to the cock in front of him and the warmth in Colin’s voice.
“Go slow,” Colin said. “I’m not here to choke you out.”
Jesse nodded, then leaned in — tongue flicking out, licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip.
Colin hissed through his teeth. “Fuck…”
Jesse moaned softly and opened his lips around the head, letting it rest on his tongue. He sucked gently, then pulled back, then again — going deeper each time, drool beginning to slide down his chin.
Colin’s hand found Jesse’s hair — not yanking, just resting there, warm and firm.
“You doing okay?” he asked, voice rough.
Jesse looked up, cock still in his mouth, and nodded.
“Good boy,” Colin murmured.
Those words made Jesse throb again.
He bobbed his head slowly, both hands wrapped around the base — working what he couldn’t yet take. His tongue worked under the shaft, swirling around the ridge, collecting every drop of precum. Every time he looked up, Colin was watching him — not like a man expecting service, but one admiring it.
“You suck cock like you mean it,” Colin said. “Like it’s the only thing in the world.”
Jesse pulled off just long enough to pant, “It is.”
Then he went back down — deeper this time, gagging softly, adjusting, learning the shape of it.
Colin groaned, hand tightening in his hair. “Goddamn…”
Jesse sucked harder. Sloppier now. Letting the spit coat his lips, his chin, making a mess of himself. He moaned around the cock, needing Colin to feel it, needing this to mean something.
But then Colin pulled him back with one steady tug.
“Stop.”
Jesse blinked, mouth wet, eyes glassy. “What? I—I can keep going—”
“I know,” Colin said. “But if you keep going, I’m going to come down your throat. And I’m not done with you yet.”
Jesse swallowed. Hard. Then climbed back onto the bed, breathless.
Colin followed — one knee on the mattress, large hands spreading Jesse’s thighs open.
“Still doing alright?” he asked, running his palm down Jesse’s inner thigh.
“Yes,” Jesse said, heart pounding. “More than alright.”
“Tell me if that changes,” Colin said.
Then he leaned in.
His tongue found Jesse’s hole without hesitation — warm, slow, deliberate. He licked in tight, wet circles, teasing the rim until Jesse’s thighs trembled around his shoulders. Then he flattened his tongue and dragged it deeper, firm and steady, lapping with quiet hunger.
Jesse gasped, clutching the sheets.
“F-Fuck—!”
“Relax,” Colin said, voice low between licks. “Let me taste you.”
He spit once, spreading Jesse open with both thumbs, and dove in deeper — tongue fucking slowly, then dragging flat up to his balls, then down again. Jesse trembled, hole twitching around the pressure.
Colin reached up without lifting his mouth, hand wrapping around Jesse’s cock — slick and hard, already leaking down his belly. He stroked slow, fingers firm at the base, thumbing the head with practiced control.
Jesse nearly sobbed.
“You still good?” Colin asked, voice deep, mouth slick as he pulled back just enough to speak.
“Yes,” Jesse panted. “Please don’t stop.”
Colin reached for the lube on the nightstand, clicking the cap open one-handed. Jesse heard it, barely—then felt the cool drizzle, followed by Colin’s thick fingers pressing gently against his hole.
“Deep breath,” Colin whispered. “Let me in.”
The first finger slid in slow — patient, wet, steady. Jesse exhaled through a moan, body clenching and loosening at once.
“Good boy” Colin growled near his ear, leaning over him now, voice close and heavy. “You take it so well.”
He kissed behind Jesse’s ear, then nipped once at the edge of his jaw.
“You want to be opened, don’t you?” he whispered. “You want to be stretched for me.”
Jesse whimpered, hole fluttering around Colin’s finger. “Yes… please, sir…”
Colin’s second finger joined the first, stretching him wider — firm, patient, slick with lube and spit. Jesse gasped again, his whole body shuddering at the fullness.
“You feel that?” the man whispered, right at Jesse’s ear. “That’s me making room for what’s coming.”
Jesse groaned, helpless. “More…”
Colin smirked against his skin.
“Then say it. Say what you want me to do to you.”
Jesse’s voice broke on a moan, his hips twitching despite himself.
“More,” he breathed. “I want— I want you to—”
Colin pressed his fingers in deeper, twisting just enough to brush the edge of something inside Jesse that made his thighs jerk and his breath hitch.
“Use your words,” Colin murmured. “You don’t get it until you ask for it.”
Jesse whimpered, his cock leaking against his stomach, legs trembling around Colin’s broad shoulders. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, the words barely holding together. “Please—please.”
“Desperate little thing,” he said, reaching for the lube. “Turn over for me. On your stomach. Ass up.”
Jesse obeyed instantly, chest down, hips raised. His thighs shook as he braced himself.
Colin took his time lubing his cock, then lined up behind Jesse — hand gripping one cheek, the head of his cock pressing at Jesse’s stretched rim.
“You ready baby?”
“God—yes. Please…”
Colin pushed in.
Jesse moaned — deep and guttural — as the first inch slid inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Colin growled, his voice ragged. “Goddamn…”
He paused halfway in, one hand still gripping Jesse’s hip, the other planted firmly on his lower back.
“You still with me?”
Jesse nodded hard, voice shaky. “F—Fuck. Yes, ”
Colin leaned over him, one hand on the back of his neck.
““Breathe,” he murmured, lips near his ear. “Don’t hold it. You’re doing perfect.”
Then he pushed in the rest of the way — burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep into Jesse’s ass.
Jesse sobbed into the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Oh my god—”
He just held there — buried deep — letting Jesse feel all of him. One hand slid up Jesse’s spine, stroking slow and steady, while the other pressed down between his shoulder blades, keeping him grounded.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “You’re okay.”
Jesse nodded, shaking.
Colin smiled against his neck.
Then he pulled back — long, deep strokes — not fast, not hard, just complete. Jesse clutched the sheets and moaned with every thrust, every grind of Colin’s belly into the curve of his ass.
“You take cock like you were made for it,” Colin said, voice low and constant. “So soft. So fucking warm. You love being opened like this, don’t you?”
“Yes—yes—fuck me—please don’t stop—”
Colin leaned over him again, mouth at his ear.
“I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you.”
Jesse moaned louder, whole body trembling.
Colin had Jesse on all fours, his cock buried deep, thrusts slow but powerful — each one dragging a breathless moan from Jesse’s lips. The room smelled of sweat and skin, low grunts mixing with high whimpers, the bed creaking gently beneath them.
Colin drove deeper, groaning at the way Jesse clenched around him — so warm, so tight, every inch of his cock cradled in the heat of Jesse’s body.
Then—
Knock knock knock.
Both of them froze.
Colin stiffened, breath held.
Another knock. Then a voice, muffled through the door.
“Hey, Dad? You in there?”
Jesse’s eyes widened. He looked over his shoulder.
It was Shane.
“Fuck,” Colin hissed under his breath, pulling halfway out.
Jesse clamped down on him, smirking.
Colin grabbed his hip. “Don’t.”
Jesse pushed back — just a little — just enough for Colin’s cock to sink in deeper again.
Colin clenched his jaw, trying not to groan.
“I can’t find Jesse,” Shane called. “He’s not out back — figured maybe he crashed early? You see him?”
Colin exhaled hard through his nose, trying to steady himself. Jesse was moving again — subtle but relentless, rocking his hips in slow, rolling circles, milking him.
“N—Not sure,” he called back, voice shaky. “Haven’t seen him since we spoke an hour ago.”
Jesse giggled silently against the sheets and dropped back again, sinking Colin in to the base.
He clenched, then stayed there.
Deep.
Tight.
Gripping him like a vice.
Colin slapped a hand over Jesse’s ass, gripping with all the warning he could muster. “Don’t.”
But Jesse leaned up on his elbows, back arched, and ground hard. Slow. Deep. A slow drag of his body over Colin’s cock like he owned it.
Colin's hips jolted forward involuntarily. He swore under his breath.
“You okay in there?” Shane asked. “You sound—winded or something.”
Colin cleared his throat, eyes squeezed shut. “I'm good. Just—” he sucked in a breath as Jesse clenched again, slow and tight, “Just resting.”
Jesse turned to look over his shoulder — eyes dark, lips wet, flushed with power.
“Breathe through it,” he whispered, licking his bottom lip. “You're doing great.”
Colin gave him a look, but Jesse just rocked back again, letting every inch slide in slow. He didn’t moan. He didn’t speak. He just moved, perfectly controlled — rolling his hips like he was riding Colin into hell.
Colin’s hand went to his own mouth, pressing down hard.
“You sure?” Shane called again. “Want me to bring anything in?””
Jesse bent down, mouth to Colin’s ear. His voice a breathy whisper.
“Use your words.”
Colin choked on a groan, his hand trembling where it gripped Jesse’s waist.
“N-No need,” he called, voice cracking just slightly. “All good. Go back to the party. I'm fine.”
Silence.
Then: “Alright, man. Night.”
The second Shane’s footsteps faded and the house fell quiet again—
Colin snapped.
He grabbed Jesse’s waist, flipped him like he weighed nothing, and pinned him to the mattress. Jesse gasped, eyes wide, already trembling when Colin shoved his legs open and slammed back inside with a low, guttural sound.
The stretch was instant — deep, hard, claiming — and Jesse cried out, legs wrapping tight around Colin’s thick waist.
“You’re in so much fucking trouble,” Colin growled, eyes wild but grinning now, pleasure and disbelief mingling on his face. “You just couldn’t behave, huh?”
Jesse moaned, flushed and breathless. "Then punish me."
Colin let out a short, wrecked laugh.
“Oh, I am, baby.”
And he started to move.
Rough. Powerful. The bed slammed the wall in rhythm, headboard creaking, the room filled with the slap of skin and breathless noise. Jesse was a mess already — hair damp, mouth open, hands clawing the sheets — taking it all with wide, desperate eyes.
“You wanna ride me,” Colin panted, slamming in deeper, “while my fucking son’s at the door? Really?”
Jesse gasped, giggling through a moan. “I couldn’t help it— you looked so—”
“Oh, shut up,” Colin cut in with a grin, pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back to the hilt. “Little tease.”
“Ah—fuck—!”
“You liked it, didn’t you? Fucking me while you listened to him out there.”
Jesse was laughing now, high and wrecked. “Maybe.”
Colin leaned in, pressing his forehead to Jesse’s for a breath, laughing quietly against his lips.
“You’re such a fucking menace.”
Jesse pulled him in closer. “You love it.”
“I do,” Colin admitted, rough and sincere, thrusting hard again. “I fucking love it.”
He kissed him — messy, hot, needy — not soft, but real. A clash of mouths and breath and tongue that turned into something deeper. Jesse moaned into it, hips rolling up to meet each thrust, completely gone.
Colin pulled back just enough to look down at him — flushed, sweating, glowing under him.
“You still good?” he asked, breath rough but steady. “Still want it like this?”
Jesse nodded fast. “Yes. Fuck, yes—don’t stop.”
“You tell me if you need to,” Colin said, hand sliding down Jesse’s thigh. “But if you don’t…”
He thrust harder — rougher.
“You’re not walking tomorrow.”
Jesse let out a wild, giddy moan.
“Promise?”
Colin laughed — truly laughed — before groaning into his neck. “You’re so fucked.”
“I hope so,” Jesse choked out, grinning through the moans.
Colin wrapped a hand around Jesse’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Jesse whimpered — a breathless, high sound — as pressure built fast, too fast.
“Don’t come yet,” Colin warned, voice like gravel. “You don’t get to come until I do.”
Jesse nodded, biting his lip, holding on tight.
Colin was close — Jesse could feel it — his rhythm turning frantic, his breath wild against Jesse’s neck.
“Cum for me,” Colin ordered, breath hot against his neck. “Cum with my cock inside you.”
Jesse did — loud, legs shaking, back arching, hole tightening so hard Colin shouted and followed, grinding deep and filling him with everything he had.
They collapsed in a sweat-drenched heap.
The room was hot with breath and sex, their bodies still tangled, skin damp with sweat and the fading pulse of release.
Colin held himself over Jesse for a moment longer, chest heaving, cock softening slowly inside him. Then he pulled out — carefully, gently — and Jesse whimpered at the loss, blinking up at him with glassy eyes.
“You okay?” Colin asked, voice low, rough-edged but softer now.
Jesse nodded, barely. “Yeah. I… yeah.”
Colin leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“Don’t move.”
Jesse didn’t.
Colin stepped off the bed, disappearing into the small attached bathroom. Jesse heard the faucet run. A moment later, Colin returned with a warm, damp towel. He knelt beside the bed and gently parted Jesse’s legs.
“I can—” Jesse started, but Colin gave him a look.
“You’ve done more than enough tonight,” he said.
Then he cleaned Jesse. Slowly. Carefully. Every motion patient and practiced — wiping up the mess on his stomach, between his thighs, then the deeper heat between his cheeks.
Jesse flinched once.
“Still tender?” Colin asked, palm on his thigh.
“A little,” Jesse whispered. “But I like it.”
Colin nodded. “Let me know if that changes.”
Once Jesse was clean, Colin tossed the towel aside and climbed back into the bed, pulling Jesse with him — strong arms wrapping around his chest, dragging him in until Jesse’s back was flush with his belly.
Jesse melted instantly.
“Better?” Colin asked against his ear.
Jesse nodded into the pillow. “Perfect.”
They lay there like that for a long time — bodies warm, breath syncing.
Then Jesse spoke, voice quiet.
“I used to have this fantasy about you.”
Colin let out a low hum. “Yeah?”
Jesse nodded. “Back when I was at Shane’s all the time. You’d be out mowing the lawn or in the kitchen, not even looking at me, and I’d just… watch you.”
Colin smiled against his skin. “You had a crush.”
“Not just a crush,” Jesse whispered. “It was more than that. I didn’t just want to fuck you. I wanted to… feel you.”
Colin’s hand moved slowly across Jesse’s stomach, drawing soft lines over his skin. “You wanted to be seen.”
Jesse swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Well,” Colin said, kissing his shoulder. “You got my attention.”
Jesse smiled. “You think I’m ridiculous?”
“No,” Colin said. “I think you’re real.”
He paused, then added, quieter, “And you’re not the only one who felt something tonight.”
Jesse turned his head a little, catching his eyes.
“Just a one-time thing?”
Colin studied him — calm, unreadable — then smirked a little.
“Maybe not just once,” he said. “But I’m not looking for anything complicated. I’ve had enough of that.”
Jesse nodded. “Same. I don’t need it to be anything it’s not.”
“Good,” Colin said, brushing his lips behind Jesse’s ear. “Then we’re clear.”
“Crystal.”
He paused, then added, quieter: “But I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
Colin smiled. “Neither would I.”
Jesse shifted, then settled back against him, tucking himself into the warmth of Colin’s chest.
Colin pressed a kiss behind his ear — soft, deliberate — then nudged closer, letting their bodies mold together, skin to skin.
“Stay a little longer,” he murmured. “We’ll wait till the rest of the house clears out. Let ‘em all fall asleep, and we’ll sneak you out later.”
Jesse let out a soft, tired laugh. “You always this smooth?”
“No,” Colin said, his arm tightened around him slightly. “Just not ready to let go yet.”
Jesse didn’t answer, but the way he relaxed deeper into Colin’s chest said enough.
The soreness in his body pulsed, but it was a good kind of ache — the kind that reminded him exactly how he’d been touched, opened, taken. And now, he was being held.
Not just used.
Not left.
Held.
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