Once again Connor found himself in Brad’s basement and felt both uncertain and excited. Earlier today Brad had finally fucked him, and it had been incredible. Only an hour ago he’d been making love to his wife, but he had felt powerless to resist coming back. His cock was rock hard and his heart was beating fast. What would he say if Sara woke up to find him missing. She’d bought the excuse of him coming over to work out earlier, but that couldn’t be used again. He guessed there must be a college football game on, but he hadn’t been following anything about sports all week. He’d been too busy sneaking over every moment he could to be with Brad…
Brad had greeted him at the door in only his boxers, and the door was barely closed before they were making out. Connor knew he was taking desperate risks, but he felt so alive. They kissed and ground into each other, hard cocks pinned between them. Then Brad led him back downstairs, where Connor had already done so many unimaginable things. His heart pounded and he squeezed the older man's hand.
“Want a drink?” Brad asked.
“Sure.”
“I’ll make it strong. Is Sara sleeping?”
“Yea,” Connor said, feeling guilty. He was shocked to realize it was guilt at having sex with Sara right before this, like he’d wronged Brad somehow.
“Good, I have you all to myself. What’s that look for?”
“We… We had sex tonight,” Connor said, staring at the floor.
“You’re cute, that’s alright I don’t get jealous. How was it?” Brad asked.
“Good…”
“She didn’t make you cum like I made you cum though, did she?” Brad came back with a glassful of bourbon for them each. Connor accepted and took a big gulp.
“It’s different,” Connor said, wanting desperately to change the subject.
“Mmmhmmm, I bet you were thinking of me during it weren’t you?” Brad’s hand slid around Connor’s back, and he began rubbing him. Then his hand slipped down to Connor’s ass. “Thinking of me fucking your ass. Cumming inside of you.”
Connor looked up like a deer in the headlights. Brad's eyes squinted at him and an arrogant smile greeted him. Connor felt the bourbon working, and his face flushed.
“I…”
“Come on, I want to show you something. Take off your clothes baby, get comfortable.” Brad headed towards the love seat. Connor took another gulp of bourbon and followed. He set the drink down on an end table and stripped down to just his boxers. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he felt so damn turned on.
He sat down next to Brad, who had gotten out his weed box and lit a joint. He took a puff then handed it to Connor. Connor took a few puffs, managing to only cough a little.
“Want to watch something really hot?”
“Yea” Connor said enthusiastically. Brad turned on the TV and began navigating his media server. He opened a folder called “Homemade”, which had a bunch of subfolders that were just names sorted alphabetically. “Adam”, “Alex”, “Brian”, and continuing on from there. He navigated down to one labeled “Connor” and opened it. Connors felt his blood run cold when he saw the thumbnails that popped up. One showed them sixty-nineing on the mat, one showed Connor on his knees in front of Brad, and the one that drew his eyes the most showed him on the massage table, naked, with Brad standing over him, his hands on his naked back.
Fear and anger warred in his chest. “You were filming me?” He asked.
“I film all my conquests baby, it’s no big deal. I just love reliving these moments, it’s just for us to watch,” Brad said, and reached out to stroke Connor’s thigh.
Connor felt sick, was he being blackmailed. The thumbnails began playing silently, he saw himself dropping down in front of Brad’s cock, the two of them stroking each other on the love seat, and everything else they’d done playing out simultaneously.
“Conquests?” Connor heard himself asking, his voice sounded small.
“Mmmmhmmm, all the straight boys I’ve turned out. Admit it, you want to watch, see your face when I fingered you for the first time. Listen to the noises you make when I eat your sweet ass. Watch me fuck you.” Brad had reached up and began stroking Connor through his boxers. His anger began to fade, but his fear did not. Connor was mesmerized by the TV. Then he looked up into the corner of the room that must have recorded the video of him blowing Brad, and noticed a small black box he hadn’t before, or maybe had thought was a speaker.
“You have to delete these,” Connor said.
“No way baby, we’re gonna be watching these for years to come.” Brad slipped his hand into Connor's boxers and began stroking in earnest. Years Connor thought? Was he really going to be doing this for years? Sneaking over to fuck his older neighbor. The thought thrilled him, and filled him with dread. The idea of this guilt hanging over his head for that long…
Brad selected a video and then began kissing Connor’s neck as he stroked. Connor moaned, and the video began playing. It was him on the massage table. He felt self conscious seeing his body on display like this. Watching Brad massaging him, his own legs and ass twitching and shivering at the older man's touch was amazing though. Brad was sucking hard at his neck, as he rubbed a thumb over the slit of his cock. He yelped at the pleasure.
“Stop, you'll give me a hickey,” Connor said.
“Mmmm, ok baby, don’t want to get you in trouble.” Brad laughed. He pulled Connor's face towards him and they began to kiss. It was just as passionate as he remembered. Brad seemed to want to fill his mouth, tonguing every surface, it was so dominant. Connor moaned in pleasure, and reached out to grope Brad’s chest and arms. They continued like this for a while, then Brad pulled away and stripped off his boxers and helped Connor get his off.
“I want to taste her on your cock,” Brad whispered huskily. Connor didn’t know what the words meant at first, then he felt sick. He’d been having sex with Sara only an hour ago, and here he was cheating on her again. Before he could protest Brad was on his knees in front of him and swallowed his cock whole. This was so dirty, he was letting this man clean his cock off after he’d had sex with his wife. Connor couldn’t look away, and the older man’s gaze locked to his own. What was he doing? Why was he so turned on by this dirty old man? Even during sex with his wife he’d been thinking about this.
Brad released his cock, and gave it a few licks. “Mmmmm you taste so good, I love throating this married cock.”
“Don’t…”
“What, you don’t like hearing that? Sorry I just love the effect I can have on married men who thought they were straight.” With that Brad swallowed his cock again and began bobbing up and down ferociously on it. Connor groaned, despite the words that made him feel sick this felt so fucking good. He felt himself approaching climax and Brad suddenly pulled away.
“Tell me this doesn’t turn you on too, sneaking around.”
“I…” Connor moaned as Brad continued to stroke him. Then Brad’s other hand, somehow already lubed up, reached between his legs and began massaging his hole.
“Getting your married hole teased and stretched. Having a dirty little secret with your neighbor. It’s so fucking hot.” Brad continued stroking, and slipped a finger inside of him. Connor’s whole body jerked, the sensation was so intense. Guilt and fear faded away as the bourbon, the weed, and Brad’s touch overwhelmed him.
“It’s so fucking good,” Connor whispered.
“Yes it is, and we can do this whenever you want. I love having you here, love feeling your body respond to mine, and love burying myself in your perfect little hole.”
Connor couldn’t believe how much hearing Brad’s dirty words turned him on. His mind was on fire, all he wanted was for Brad to keep telling him how much he wanted him.
“More,” he begged.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you again, I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.” At this Brad pressed his finger hard into Connor’s prostate. It was too much, and Connor tried to pull himself away, but Brad kept his finger firmly inside of him. “Tell me you want it too.”
“I…”
“Tell me you want my big cock in your tight married ass.”
“I can’t…”
“I can feel it, feel your body needing mine. Just like mine needs yours, I’m so fucking hungry for you.”
“Oh god…” Connor moaned, closing his eyes and sinking back.
“I want to fuck you every day, make love to your sweet young ass whenever I can, make it mine.”
At that moment Connor wanted nothing else, he imagined being under this sexy man, his weight on him, his lips, his tongue filling his senses. He wanted him inside of him right now.
“Fuck me, please,” Connor begged, and Brad laughed triumphantly.
“There it is, now you are turned out baby. You need my big cock.” Brad yanked his finger out of Connor’s ass and stood. His cock hung fat and heavy in front of Connor. “Get me ready for you.”
Connor sprang forward without hesitation, grabbing Brad’s cock and forcing it into his mouth. He gagged and swallowed, wanting nothing more than to please this man. His hole felt empty without Brad’s finger, and his whole body was buzzing. He grasped and clung to Brad’s ass as he worked his cock in and out of his mouth. Brad’s groans only added to the fire he felt. He tried again and again to take Brad’s full length into his throat, but couldn’t manage it.
“Mmmm, so eager to please daddy’s cock. You look so fucking sexy.”
Connor felt so horny at those words, and tried ever harder. He pressed until he felt Brad’s cock plunge deeper into his throat, his own nose buried in Brad’s pubes. He breathed in through his nose, inhaling the man’s aroma. He began to gag and pulled back, coughing.
“You are turning into such a good cock sucker for me. I’m gonna have you deepthroating me with ease in another week,” Brad laughed. He pulled Connor to his feet and kissed him. Connor melted into his embrace, desperate for his tongue. He opened his mouth and swooned as he felt Brad’s tongue force its way into his mouth. He wrestled his own tongue against it, and squeezed himself to the older man.
Brad broke away and sat down on the couch. He had the lube bottle in his hand and a mischievous grin on his face. He squeezed some lube onto his hand and stroked his cock, making it slick and shiny. Connor stared open mouthed at Brad’s cock, enthralled with how fat and slippery it looked.
“I want you to ride me.”
“What?” Connor asked, though he knew exactly what he meant.
“Come here.” Brad pulled Connor up to him, one leg went naturally to either side of Brad’s thighs, so he was kneeling, with his ass resting on Brad’s lap. Connor’s smaller cock bumped against Brad’s glistening meat, and Brad grasped them both together in one large hand. He began stroking, the feeling of their cocks mashed together and Brad’s hand squeezing made Connor moan.
“You’re ready, and your ass wants it. I want you to crouch up, and take me inside of you baby, just how you want to, how you need to.”
Connor flushed hearing these words, he stared at their glistening cocks, amazed how much larger and thicker Brad’s was. Had he really taken that in his ass today? He was suddenly more nervous than he had been on the massage table.
“It’s ok baby, remember how good it felt. Crouch up.” Brad guided one of Connor’s legs into position, and then the other, so Connor was crouching over the man. He leaned forward into Brad’s chest, and felt Brad trace his slippery cock between his buttcheeks. A shiver of anticipation went through him, and when Brad’s cockhead softly pressed against his hole he moaned.
“Oooh…”
“That’s it baby, it’s right there, lower yourself onto me,” Brad whispered huskily.
Connor kissed Brad's shoulder, and brought a hand down behind himself to grab Brad’s cock. It felt so large in his hand, unbelievably so. He rubbed it against his own hole, the sensation was incredible. He started to fall backwards, but Brad’s hands caught him, supporting his ass so that he stayed balanced.
“Mmmm, your hole feels so good Connor,” Brad whispered in his ear.
“Yea?” Connor wanted to hear that. He kept pressing and rubbing Brad’s cock against himself. It felt agonizing, he wanted it inside of him, but it felt so large.
“Your ass was perfect today, the way I felt inside of you. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”
“Oh god” Brad’s words made him want to impale himself on the older man's cock.
“I can’t wait to make love to you again. To see your face, hear the noises you make while you ride my cock with your sexy ass.”
“Fuck… It’s so big.”
“Here, I’ve got the poppers. Take a whiff again.” Connor did, and felt the same rush as before. He felt like he would slip again but Brad’s strong arms supported him. One holding up his ass, and the other wrapping around his lower back.
“There you go, I got you baby,” Brad whispered, then stuck his tongue in Connor’s ear.
“Oooooh.” It felt so good, Connor pressed down and felt Brad’s cockhead begin to enter him.
“There you go, nice and relaxed. Fuck you feel good.”
Connor hovered like that for a moment feeling his asshole stretching.
“There it is, come on, lower yourself onto me,” Brad whispered. “Come on, be my baby.”
Connor lowered himself, feeling his asshole swallowing inch after incredible inch. It felt like forever but eventually he felt himself resting on Brad’s lap, fully impaled. He gasped at the sensation. He felt incredible pressure, but also so damn good.
“Fuck,” Brad gasped. “You are so damn sexy, good boy.”
They kissed desperately, and Connor moaned around Brad’s tongue as he felt the older man gently thrust the slightest amount up and down under him. His eyes opened and he saw Brad’s eyes were open as well, watching him intently. They continued like that, Connor staring into the older man's eyes, desperately kissing, and making low noises in his throat as he ground himself into Brad’s lap. After a while he felt pleasure turning to a bit of pain, and winced, closing his eyes.
“Here take another hit of poppers, ” Brad commanded. Connor obeyed without question and felt himself relaxing again. He flexed his shaky calves and rose up on Brad’s cock, the feeling of it moving inside of him made gasp. He sank back down, wanting to feel the man’s fullness again.
“Yes, just like that baby. Bounce up and down on Daddy’s cock. Milk daddy’s cock with your ass.”
The words set him on fire, he repeated the motion, with Brad’s hands supporting him, then again and again. The feeling of Brad’s cock going in and out was even better than before. He felt every inch inside of him, and grunted as he rocked up and down.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Came out of him in a high pitched, near whine.
“That’s it, fuck you feel so good.”
“Yes daddy?” He was taken aback momentarily that he had just said that, but it felt so natural. Those thoughts faded as focused on please Brad’s with his ass. In this moment his whole body was focused on the feeling of Brad’s rigid cock inside of him, nothing else mattered.
“Fuck yes, you are so perfect. You are riding my cock so fucking good, don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
Brad took one of Connor’s nipples in his mouth and sucked at it. Connor moaned and shuddered, but kept his pace going. The combined sensation of his ass and nipples were setting him on fire. He wanted to stroke himself, but didn’t think he’d be able to without cumming, and he wanted Brad to cum first. He needed to hear him groaning and filling Connor’s ass.
“Oh…. ooooooooh.” Escaped from Connor’s throat, his breathing was getting heavy as he exerted himself on Brad’s cock.
“Fuck you are so perfect, I want to fuck you forever,” Brad said before kissing all over Connor’s chest.
“Yes.”
“Good boy, let daddy claim you, make you his.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Be daddy’s good little slut, make him cum every day.”
“Please daddy.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes… do it daddy PLEASE!” Connor was shaking from exhaustion, his face was flushed and hot, and his leg muscles were burning and quivering. But he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until Brad came.
“Fuck, I’m gonna breed your perfect ass again. Milk daddy’s cock, let him own you… FUCK!” Brad shouted and began to thrust up into Connor, and Connor collapsed onto his lap. Brad thrust up, again and again. “FUCK YES! Take my seed, take it all baby.”
Connor slumped against Brad’s chest, feeling proud as the older man came inside of him. He knew he'd done such a good job, his head reeled as he gasped for air, his whole body was buzzing. He shuddered and moaned as Brad’s cock ground around inside of him, and then it stopped and Brad was the one breathing deeply. He was rubbing his large hands all over Connor’s back.
“You did so good riding me baby. Let’s make you cum.”
Connor leaned in to kiss Brad, who was stroking his cock steadily. Brad’s still hard cock was inside of him, filling him, and it took only a few seconds of stroking before Connor felt his orgasm coming. He exploded, almost painfully as Brad stroked him, groaning into the older man’s mouth as he climaxed. Brad kept stroking his sensitive cock after he came, and he had to stop the man from continuing. He weakly grabbed at Brad’s hands, moaning at the sensitivity he was feeling in his cockhead. Brad stopped stroking and reached around Connor's back, pulling him into a bear hug. He clasped Connor to him, both of them breathing in time. Connor's ass was feeling uncomfortable, but he was too weak to pull himself off of Brad.
“You are so fucking perfect,” Brad whispered, kissing his neck.
Connor’s whole body felt warm. He simply lay on Brad as the older man stroked his back and kissed him. He felt so safe and comfortable. The weed, boozer, and poppers had made his mind into mush.
“Want to stay the night?” Brad asked.
That sobered Connor up a bit, why would he ask that? Brad knew Connor couldn’t stay, he had to get home to Sara. The thought of Sara made him feel nervous. What time was it? He opened his eyes, his ass was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Brad’s cock in it. He looked awkwardly at Brad, then started to try to lift himself up.
“I…” He mumbled.
“Come upstairs, I can show you my bedroom,” Brad whispered, squeezing Connor’s ass.
“I gotta go… home,” Connor managed. He pulled his body up, and painfully felt Brad’s cock slip out of him. It made a wet noise as it slapped down against Brad’s leg.
“Mmmm, you’re pretty messed up baby. I think you should stay.” Brad pulled Connor to him, kissing him again. The kiss felt so soft and cozy, Connor wanted to melt into the man, but his heart was beating fast, knowing he had to get home. He pulled away and stood shakily off the love seat.
“I gotta… sleep.”
“Ok baby, let’s get you dressed.” Brad helped him gather his clothes and get dressed, groping and squeezing him every chance he had.
Connor stumbled up the stairs, nearly toppled over putting on his shoes, then stepped outside. The cold evening air woke him up a bit, and he glanced at his watch to see what time it was. Nearly midnight, shit hopefully Sara hadn’t noticed he left. Suddenly he felt Brad’s hands on him, spinning him around to face him. He realized Brad was only in gym shorts, his bare chest exposed to the night air, nipples standing erect. Connor was staring at the man's nipples, wondering what they would feel like in his mouth.
“I loved tonight,” Brad said, his hands on Connor's hips. Connor wondered what someone walking by would think, but he knew people weren’t out this late. He loved the feeling of the man's strong hands on him, the booze and weed had him buzzing, and he pressed his cock naughtily into Brad’s.
“Mmmm, I guess you did too huh?” Brad asked, then leaned in to kiss him. Connors felt himself giving in, but after two seconds he realized where he was and pushed the older man away. He swung his head to scan the street but he felt dizzy looking around that quickly. He reached a hand out to steady himself and felt Brad supporting him.
“Better get home, you’re pretty fucked up. Love you,” Brad said.
Connor felt shock at those words, despite his haze. Had he really just heard that? He stared at Brad, then took a step back.
“G’night” he managed, stumbling down the steps, and back to his house.
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Connor woke groggily. He felt spacey and confused, but with a snap the previous night came back to him. He remembered lowering himself onto Brad’s cock and riding him. It had been incredible, feeling Brad’s cock sliding in and out of him, making Brad cum in him. He cringed remembering himself calling Brad “daddy” again and again.
He heard Sara out in the kitchen and looked over to see the time. 9:00 AM. Fuck where was his phone? He felt around and calmed a bit when he found it. He still had incriminating texts from Brad on there. He’d never known Sara to snoop, but suddenly it seemed stupid to be so careless.
After using the bathroom he wandered out to the living room, trying to act casual. Sara was rinsing a plate in the sink
“Good morning.” He said, getting a mug from the cupboard and pouring coffee.
“Morning,” Sara said. “You came to bed so late.”
“Yea?” Connor’s heart started pounding, he barely remembered getting into bed last night. Had he been fumbling around in the dark and woken her? What did he smell like? He turned to face her, taking a sip of coffee and trying to seem normal. She was studying him.
“Yea. I was gonna wait to have breakfast with you but I didn’t know when you’d be getting up.” She definitely sounded annoyed. He was gonna have to smooth things over.
“Sorry… football went late…” He said lamely. What would he even say if she asked him what game had been on? Had there been one going late?
“Whatever.” She walked past him and sat in the living room. He took a deep breath and let it out. After fixing himself a bowl of cereal he joined her, sitting down to eat.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked, trying to sound eager.
“I don’t know…” she said, looking at something on her phone. He scrambled to try to think of something they could do, make things up to her. What a joke, how could he make up for what he’d been doing. Then he remembered there was a summer market happening downtown, something Brad had mentioned to him yesterday between… workout sessions.
“We could go to that summer market downtown. Maybe that bakery you like will be there.” He offered.
She brightened at that, giving him a small smile.
“Good idea. We could use some more veggies too.”
“Yea.” He felt relief rushing through him, things were going to be fine today. Then his still raw asshole twinged painfully, and guilt replaced all of his relief. What the fuck was he doing?
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Walking around the summer market downtown made Connor feel relatively normal again. It was a beautiful day, and the sunshine and fresh air improved his mood. He and Sara talked and joked as they went around, checking out what the vendors were selling. There was one vendor selling cheese with a hideous logo of a tiny man made of cheese that Sara pointed out to Connor.
“I’m the cheese man,” Sara said in a ridiculous evil voice as they walked by. They laughed, and Connor beamed at her. She was so beautiful when she laughed. He loved her so much, which made his guilt well back up. Being out and about, doing something so normal made what he had been doing with Brad seem so cheap and perverse. He was trying to push those thoughts away and focus on being with Sara when he heard a familiar voice.
“Hey there’s my workout buddy.” He felt the color drain from his face as Brad walked up to them.
“Hey…” He said quietly.
“Hey Brad,” Sara said. “Have you found anything good at the market?”
“Oh yea,” Brad said, still staring at Connor. “Found some good meat.”
“Oh yea?” Sara asked. Connor felt himself starting to blush. The way Brad was staring at him was surely going to seem weird to Sara.
“Yea, gotta get my protein in. With a workout partner like Connor I’m barely able to keep up.” Brad laughed, and reached out to squeeze Connor’s shoulder.
“Oh yea? I hadn’t realized it was a regular thing,” Sara said, looking at Connor.
“Yea just a couple times.” Connor tried to sound natural. He couldn’t look at Sara, he looked around pretending like he was looking for another place to shop.
“Yea, but it’s tough for an old guy like me, keeping up with a younger guy’s stamina.” Finally Brad dropped his hand from Connor’s shoulder.
Jesus Christ, why was Brad going on like this? Was he trying to get Connor in trouble? He began panicking, was Brad going to tip Sara off? Why would he do that? Weren’t they friends?
“Well you look like you stay in great shape,” Sara said.
“Thanks.” Brad turned his beaming smile towards her. “I try my best, it takes a lot of effort. Connor you should come by again this afternoon, I can show you those groiners I mentioned.”
Connor felt like he was going to fall over. “Eh maybe.” he managed weakly.
“Alright, well see you two later. Have a good one.” Relief flooded Connor as Brad walked away.
“Where next?” He asked too quickly.
“I didn’t realize you’d been working out so much with him,” Sara said.
“Yea, just twice. No big deal.”
They started walking again, and Connor’s heartbeat finally slowed down again.
“Your hand is all sweaty,” Sara said, when she reached out to hold hands with him.
Of course it was, the guy who fucked him like a bitch twice yesterday had just eye fucked the shit out of him in front of his wife. Despite himself his cock twitched at the thought.
“Must be the heat.”
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Later that day he was sitting on the couch watching football while Sara showered when a text came through from Brad.
“You looked so hot today.”
“Thanks.” He wanted to say something about the way he’d acted in front of Sara. But thinking about it later he knew Brad hadn’t really crossed any line. Sara had no idea, how could she? She’d never suspect her husband of three years was cheating on her with an older gay man. Brad had just been teasing him, getting him going. The thought made his stomach flutter, and he was turned on beyond belief.
“Come over? I’d love to work that ass out.”
Fuck. Knowing Sara was in the next room made this feel so naughty. His cock hardened instantly in his shorts.
“I can’t.”
Next came a picture of Brad’s cock, hanging fat and heavy semi-hard. Brad was holding it and his balls up slightly. Connor’s mouth parted as he imagined licking those sexy balls.
He was typing a response when Sara asked. “Who’s that?”
It took every ounce of control he had not to jump, he hadn’t even heard Sara get out of the shower. He quickly locked his phone and set it down next to him.
“Oh just Brad, asking about working out.” He was amazed at how natural he sounded, he was getting good at this. He felt a bit guilty at the thought, but his cock was still rigid. He prayed she wouldn’t notice his hard on.
“Mmmm” she murmured, turning back to the bedroom “You want to go?”
“No, I mean it’s fine, don’t need to.” Connor shrugged, trying to focus on the TV.
“It’s ok, you can go,” Sara called.
“You sure?”
“It’s fine.”
He grabbed his phone and headed for the door, before she could see his stiff cock bouncing around.
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“Mmmm fuck that hole feels so good,” Brad said as he buried himself in Connor. There had been little foreplay, both men had been turned on the moment Connor got into his house. Connor saw the plush mat laid out in the basement and began stripping as soon as he got off the last step.
Soon they had both been naked, laying on the mat and embracing. Brad’s mouth was all over Connor, licking and kissing his face while they stroked each other. Lube appeared like magic and both of their crotches were soon slick. Brad’s finger entered Connor for a bit warming him up, but it wasn’t long before he had his cock lined up with Connor’s willing hole.
“Ohhh ohh fuck,” Connor moaned as Brad’s cock filled him. His legs were spread wide and hooked around Brad’s hips. He felt like such a slut, vulnerable and exposed under Brad’s weight. Brad leaned in to kiss him and Connor grasped at his back, pulling Brad onto him fully. Tiny high pitched moans escaped as Brad slid his cock slowly in and out, just an inch or so as they kissed.
“Fuck I love hearing the noises you make,” Brad said, lifting himself up a bit. He pulled himself out almost all the way, then buried himself once more.
“Oooooooh.” Connor couldn’t help himself, his whole body felt electrified. Brad’s cock was grazing his prostate as he slid in and out. His cock was leaking, he could feel precum dripping onto his belly.
“Yes, moaning like a bitch in heat for me. Careful Sara might hear.”
Connor’s eyes snapped open. “Stop,” he pleaded.
“Mmmm but I love having you as my sexy little slut, sneaking over during the day while your wife is home alone. You will come whenever, won’t you? You need this dick.”
“Fuck…”
“Say you need this dick baby,” Brad urged him.
“I need it,” Connor said. He knew it was true, he couldn’t wait to feel Brad in his ass again. The sensation was so fucking amazing, overloading every nerve in his body.
“Say this is my hole. To cum in whenever I want.”
Hearing Brad’s dirty words drove Connor crazy, he began to thrust as best he could against Brad’s strokes.
“It’s your hole daddy,” Connor said. “Fill me please.”
“Fuck look what I’ve turned you into, a needy slut for my cock. My perfect little baby,” Brad said.
“Ooooooh.” Brad continued pummeling Connor’s hole, and he couldn’t do anything but focus on the sensations in his ass. It was amazing, each time Brad’s cock retreated he felt emptiness, then that wonderful fullness, and the shock as his prostate was rubbed. He was making babbling, mewling noises but he didn’t care. Brad began kissing his chest, and nuzzling at him. The sensation just added to his sensory overload, and he simply grasped at the older man's back. The sensation on his chest built, and he heard Brad’s grunts get louder in a way that was becoming familiar to him.
“Yes, cum in me, fucking cum in me.” He wanted it, more than he wanted to cum himself. He felt mad, on fire and wanting it like air.
“Oh fuck…” Brad bellowed as he came, fucking slower and slower until he collapsed, his entire weight squishing Connor. Connor breathed as best he could, but it wasn’t easy with the man’s full weight on his chest. He felt so proud again at having made Brad cum, making him feel so good with his ass. He began to kiss at Brad’s head as he stroked his back.
“That was so fucking good, your ass is perfect,” Brad whispered. Connor’s cock twinged between them at his words. Brad pushed himself up, his still rigid cock firmly in Connor's ass. “Let’s make you cum.”
Brad grasped Connor’s slick cock and slowly stroked him. In time with the stroking he slid his still hard cock in and out of Connor’s abused hole.
“Mmmm fuck you look so cute like that. Is my little wifey ready to cum? With her husband’s big cock buried in her.” The words humiliated Connor, he couldn’t speak but he nodded as he breathed. Brad started stroking vigorously, and Connor felt his asshole squeezing around Brad’s cock, imagining Brad’s load sloshing inside of him as he came. His cum erupted, shooting up, and landing on his chest and neck. Brad kept stroking and stroking, until it became too sensitive.
“Please… stop,” Connor begged.
“Mmmm you're still leaking sweetie, I want every drop.” Connor was wriggling now, the sensitivity of his cock was becoming unbearable.
“Please…” Connor whined, his whole body shaking. Brad’s cock was making him feel uncomfortably full now, his asshole stretched beyond its limit. Finally, after two more slow agonizing strokes Brad released his cock. Then he pulled slowly out of Connor’s ass, and Connor breathed a sigh of relief as the cockhead popped free.
“Such a pretty little pink hole. I can’t wait until it’s big and stretched out just for me,” Brad teased. “Ut oh, looks like I gave you a little hickey on your titty.”
Connor looked down at a reddish spot on his left pec, just an inch from his nipple.
“Fuck.” he said.
“Sorry baby, you are just too fucking sexy to leave unmarked.”
“I should go.” Connor felt foolish, it was broad daylight outside. How long had he been here? He couldn’t believe he’d come over in the middle of the day when Sara was home. He rolled over awkwardly and stood on shaking legs. He gathered his clothes and got dressed.
“Yea I know, feel free to sneak over here again tonight. I’d love to pump another load into you,” Brad said.
“I…” Connor was flustered, after cumming he felt so awkward with Brad’s dirty talk. Only moments ago he’d been begging for his load.
“You are so fucking cute.” Brad stepped up to him, still naked and pulled Connor in for a kiss. Connor submitted, Brad’s tongue swirling around in his mouth. It felt nice, even drained as he was, to feel Brad’s strong arms around him. He lost himself in the sensation of Brad’s kiss. They stood like this, his hands grasping Brad’s bare arms, admiring his muscles. Brad broke free and was staring at him. Connor felt embarrassed and looked away.
“Go on.” Brad released him. Feeling conflicted, Connor stepped away.
“See you later,” Connor said quietly, and headed up the stairs. Checking his phone it had been only thirty minutes, no big deal. There was a slick stain on his gym shorts, where Brad’s lubed cock had pressed against him. Fuck, he had to sneak back into his house and hope Sara didn’t notice…
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“You ok?” Sara asked at dinner.
“Hmm?” Connor had been zoned out, thinking about Brad. It was all so passionate, having Brad rail his ass and talking dirty. He couldn’t believe he’d been asking for another man to cum inside him, who was he becoming?
“You’ve been quiet lately. Distant.” Sara was studying him across their kitchen table. Connor looked down at his plate, swirling his pasta on his fork.
“Sorry, I don’t know what’s been up with me,” Connor said lamely. “Just been feeling a bit off.”
“Hmmm, nothing in particular? Is there something going on at work?”
He had been letting things slip at work, but it was barely on his mind. The past week he’d been on cruise control, eyes glazing over emails and messages, thinking at all hours about Brad.
“It’s been fine.” Connor struggled with what to say. He hoped he could make her think that was it, nothing else.“Not very exciting, kind of a bummer honestly. I feel like I’ve been doing the same thing over and over.”
“Stuck in a rut?”
“Yea!” Connor agreed enthusiastically.
“Are you feeling that way about other things?”
He looked up sharply, and saw concern in her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, you’ve just been distant lately. I wasn’t sure if there was a problem with us.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was wrong with him? Of course Sara was noticing, he had to stop this. But the thought of stopping filled him with dread. He imagined never seeing Brad again, never feeling his cock in his ass, his strong tongue wrestling his own, filling Connor up.
“Connor?” Sara asked. He realized he’d been silent this whole time.
“No.” He said forcefully. “Definitely not, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I think I’ve just been in my head a bit too much, stuck in the house so much lately. It was nice going out today, we should get out more.”
“Yea.” Sara seemed a bit mollified, but still uncertain. “That was nice.”
Connor took another mouthful of pasta. He had to stop spending so much time with Brad. He needed to keep things in perspective. He was having fun, but he couldn’t let it upend his life. He had to be able to keep things in balance right? Keep everyone happy? What other choice did he have?
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Connor made an extra effort to focus on Sara the rest of the weekend. That night they watched a movie, snuggling on the couch, and he went to bed when she did. Brad had texted him, but he ignored it. He lay awake for a while next to Sara, but eventually drifted off.
The next day he had a few more texts from Brad, but replied that he was busy. Sara and he went out to lunch, then wandered around some shops. He made sure to show affection, keeping his hands on her, and actively listening. He felt a bit queasy, like he was putting on a show. Despite himself his mind kept drifting back to Brad, but he forced himself to stay present.
On the way home he was feeling better. He could handle this, he’d let himself get carried away with Brad, but he would get back to living a normal life. He still wanted to be friends with Brad, but he couldn’t see him every day. It was just experimentation, normal stuff for guys to wonder about. He knew Sara would be devastated if she ever found out, but he told himself it was just something she wouldn’t understand. Sexuality was such a tightly wound subject, he hadn’t given much thought to bisexuality before either, but he figured that’s what he was. Years of repressed curiosity had opened up all at once, and he had to come to terms with that.
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Brad continued texting him Sunday evening, but he kept saying he was busy.
“Missing you.”
“Want to watch football tonight?” With a winking devil face.
“My balls are so full baby.”
He’d have to talk to Brad about this, they needed to be more discreet. Come up with some sort of code. He couldn’t keep his phone on silent forever. Still it felt so hot being pursued like this. Imagining Brad over there, lusting over his body was such a turn on. Sara and he cooked dinner together, sharing a bottle of red wine, and he was buzzing.
After dinner they were chatting on the couch and Sara said she had something to ask him about.
“What is it?” He asked. He felt nervous, he’d thought they’d had a good day. Was she suspicious about something?
“Well, I know we’ve talked about it over the years, but I was wondering what you thought about trying for a baby?” Sara looked at him shyly.
That was the last thing Connor had expected. He felt relief, then almost dizzy. He knew he should say something, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. Sara was asking about a baby and he’d been fucking around with the older gay neighbor? What was he doing with his life?
“You look surprised,” Sara said.
“Yea, sorry… I just wasn’t expecting that.” He smiled at her, she looked nervous and he felt terrible that he was making her feel that way.
“I know, we’ve never really talked seriously about it, but we’re doing well, we’re settled and I just feel like the time is right. My sister just had her kid… and it feels like we’re ready, you know?”
“Yea,” he said dumbly. He was imagining what his life would be like, kids were a huge responsibility. He wouldn’t be able to sneak away in the night to be with Brad… What was he thinking about? How was that even a concern? His wife was talking about their future and he was thinking about cock. He felt like he was coming up from underwater. What the fuck had he been doing?
“Connor… thoughts?” Sara was staring at him expectantly.
“I think you’re right!” He said. “I love you baby, it’s a very exciting idea.”
“Yes!” Sara squealed, hugging him. “I know, it’s sudden but it will be great.”
Sara went on, talking about her sister’s kid, having cousins the same age. What room they could turn into a nursery. Talking to her doctor about getting her IUD removed. He was amazed, this was obviously something she had been thinking about for a long time. He felt lousy having not noticed, and he knew part of it was being so preoccupied the past week. He promised himself he’d be more attentive.
They made love that night, and Connor found himself even more nervous than the previous time. He made sure all of the lights were off before taking off his shirt, knowing he had to keep his hickey hidden. He went down on her, greedily lapping at her pussy. He wanted to please her, but the difference between eating pussy, with Sara placidly laying there, and throating Brad’s cock hearing the man’s dirty words and grunts were at the front of his mind. He tried to focus on Sara as they continued, but he suddenly remembered Brad’s words… calling him his wifey and talking about his pussy, and suddenly Brad was all he could think about. He came thinking about Brad’s weight pressed on him, filling him with cum, just as he was filling Sara.
He guiltily pulled his shirt on in the dark, before Sara came back. He lay in bed wondering what to do. He felt obsessed with thoughts of Brad, but he didn’t want to risk his marriage. He loved Sara, but he couldn’t deny Brad was thrilling him in a way he never imagined possible. He had been deluding himself earlier, excusing it all as some homo-erotic exploration. He was a cheater, and he hated himself for it.
Sara went to sleep shortly, and he went back to the couch and turned on Sunday Night Football. He wanted to ignore his phone, just watch football and not think about Brad. That resolve lasted until the next commercial break. He had three unread messages from Brad.
He told himself not to look, but he couldn’t resist.
“Football’s starting soon, I’m waiting for you.”
“I’m watching the video from yesterday, you look so hot taking my cock.”
After that he had sent a still image from yesterday. Where Brad was buried in Connor’s ass, and sucking on Connor’s chest. Connor lifted his shirt to inspect the hickey, it was red and purple now. He stroked it gently, then felt his erect nipple. He played with it as he continued to stare at the image. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in ecstasy. His ass and cock twitched as he remembered the feeling of Brad filling him. Once again he had made love to his wife, but was fantasizing about Brad. He didn’t know how to stop this…
He continued watching football, trying to not think about Brad, but obsessively checking his phone to see if any more messages came through. He was dreading seeing anything new come through, but at the same time felt a buzz of anticipation at what Brad might say. He was dreading telling Brad about his conversation with Sara, telling him they had to cool it. Would Brad be jealous? Would he escalate his teasing in front of Sara to keep Brad in his clutches? How fucked was he?
He was contemplating this, wondering how his life had gotten this messed up when another message finally came through.
“I really want to breed that sweet hole. Please baby, I need you.”
It was so perverse, but it was what he had wanted. He wanted Brad to be still up, still thinking about him. His cock was rigid, he knew he couldn’t stay away. Not tonight at least, he had to feel that feeling again…
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This time Brad took him upstairs, telling him they should make love in a proper bed. Connor felt nervous, everything he’d done had been in the basement. Going to Brad’s bed somehow felt more intimate, like they were dating. The bedroom was dark, with only a dim red lamp in one corner. Brad’s king sized bed had silky black sheets, and Connor felt so submissive, silently undressing and slipping under them.
“I’m so glad you came,” Brad said looking down at Connor in the bed. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, what I want to do to you.”
Connor shuddered, but just stared at Brad. Brad joined him and was uncharacteristically gentle. They kissed slowly at first, stroking each other in the dark. Brad’s hands teased at Connor’s cock, rubbing one finger along the slit of his cock, already wet with precum in a way that made him shudder. Then Brad went down on him, and one lubed hand began playing with his hole. Connor found himself thrashing on the sheets, in the dim light, feeling wildly sexy. Brad’s mouth and finger were so fucking good, he knew Brad was tasting Sara on him again but he didn’t care. It felt so good to be back with him.
Brad stopped playing with his ass and kissed his way up Connor’s stomach, his chest, pausing to suck at the opposite side of Connor’s chest from the previous hickey. Connor was about to warn him, not wanting another hickey when Brad stopped anyway. He kissed Connor and Connor eagerly kissed back, grinding his groin against Brad’s leg where it knelt between his thighs.
Brad's hand grabbed his left wrist, dragging it upper under the pillow. Connor felt so sexy being manhandled like this. Brad’s tongue filled his mouth, and he sucked at it. Then he felt both of Brad’s hands doing something with his wrist. Something snapped into place. Quickly Connor’s other wrist was dragged up, and similarly handled. Brad brought his hands down to Connor’s face, stroking him, as Connor realized both of his wrists were bound.
“Mmmm, now I’ve got you where I want you,” Brad whispered in his ear before wriggling his tongue into him.
“What?” Connor moaned. He felt nervous, tugging at the restraints, but they felt strong.
“I’ve got you tied up in my bed, no getting away from daddy now…” Brad said, and Connor could see his wicked grin in the dim red light.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Too late baby, you’ve got to do as I say if you want to be free.”
Fuck this was hot, Connor was completely under Brad’s control. He was suddenly aware of Brad’s size and strength, there was nothing he could do. Brad began rubbing his hands possessively on Connor's chest, squeezing and groping at his pecs, making Connor feel like a woman. Then his hands slipped down to stroke Connor’s cock. He lowered his face back down to Connor’s ear, licking at it sending a shiver down Connnor’s spine.
“Maybe I’ll give you some more hickeys, cover your pretty tits in them completely,” Brad whispered. He gave Connor’s cock a firm squeeze, making him moan.
“No… please…”
“Mmm, but aren’t you daddy’s little cock slut? Should he mark you?”
“No… I can’t…”
“Hmmm, maybe shave you? Make your cock and ass nice and smooth for daddy?”
Connor felt panic rising in him. Would Brad really do this? Something he wouldn’t be able to hide from Sara? He groaned again as Brad buried his wriggling tongue in his ear and stroked him. The wet sloshing sound Brad’s tongue made in his ear was obscene but he felt so naughty, completely in Brad’s control. Part of him wanted Brad to do these things, own him completely. He wondered how it would feel to be completely smooth. Slick and slippery for Brad to fuck.
“No, you can’t.” He pleaded.
“Maybe edge you then? Keep stroking your for hours while you beg to cum?” Brad’s hand released Connor’s cock, and his face went back to Connor’s chest. He began licking and sucking at one nipple, then the other, while his hand simply stroked Connor’s thigh. Connor writhed, desperate for Brad to keep stroking him. He humped ineffectively at the air as the older man continued to tease him.
“Mmmm yes I think that’s what I want. How long do you think we’d go before you started to lose it? One hour? Two?”
Connor was so turned on, he wanted to cum desperately now, and Brad’s torment felt so delicious.
“More? Three?” Brad asked.
“No, please. Just one, fuck.”
“Good boy.” Brad began stroking him again, and Connor felt him shifting on the bed. He kissed down Connor’s stomach again, then down his thighs. Brad’s strong arms effortlessly lifted his legs up, exposing his hole. Brad kissed it, then began lapping wetly at it. Connor moaned in satisfaction. Brad stroked him slowly, while he devoured Connor’s ass. Brad’s tongue was wet and wriggling, and Connor’s arms pulled against the restraints. He bucked and whined as Brad licked and slurped at him. The smacking, sucking sounds were so loud and he felt so dirty but his cock was leaking like crazy. This went on and on, Brad’s stroking was frustratingly slow, Connor tried thrusting against Brad’s hand but when he did Brad just stopped stroking all together.
“No, no baby,” Brad said, smacking a hand against Connor’s ass making him yelp. “I’m in control, don’t try to fight me.”
“Fuck” Connor said, but he knew he had no choice. He tried to lay still, but it was difficult. Brad’s tongue was inside of his ass now, and he was moaning uncontrollably. His cock was aching under Brad’s slow teasing. Now Brad was just rubbing his thumb slowly in circles under the tip of his head. He wanted to thrust but didn’t want to upset Brad. It was such a turn on being controlled like this, but his need to cum was becoming unbearable.
“Please…” Connor begged, with his eyes clenched shut.
“Maybe a finger?” Brad asked. One of his digits was suddenly up against Connor’s hole, slipped inside and pressed hard against his prostate.
“Oooooooh. Oh oh oh.” Connor was thrashing again. Brad was just holding his cock at the base, not even stroking. The pressure he was applying to Connor’s prostate was almost painful, stabbing at it again and again. Connor’s whole lower body was bouncing up and down, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck you are so sexy. Look at your hot young body, and it’s all for me.”
“Yes… fuck please… my cock.”
“And I fucking love hearing you beg. Hang on, I think you’re getting a text.”
“What?” Connor looked down and saw Brad had his phone, when had he grabbed that?
“I saw your code the other day… let’s see. Sara is asking where you are? Should I say you’re tied up?” Brad asked.
“Fuck, untie me. I need to go!” Connor couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice.
Brad grabbed Connor’s cock and began stroking again, making him moan.
“I’m just joking, I’ll tell her you came over to watch the game.” He saw Brad typing and felt panic, what was he actually typing? But he heard the message send noise, too late now. Brad kept stroking as he held his phone. Connor could see Brad’s cock hanging stiff and rigid, precum dripping off as well in the dim red light. Despite himself he was unable to take his eyes off it. Brad saw him staring.
“Want a taste?” Brad asked coyly.
“I…”
“Hang on, she’s typing…” Brad interrupted, sounding annoyed. “Say’s ok, just got up to get a glass of water and didn’t see you in the living room. Have fun, she says.” Brad laughed. “I’d say you’re having lots of fun aren’t you?” Brad crawled forward, knelt over Connor's face and held the tip of his cock out.
Connor stared, the glistening bead of precum at the tip of Brad’s cock was near falling. Connor couldn’t help himself, he stuck his tongue out and licked it. It was salty and perfect, just like he wanted it to be.
“Fuck” Brad breathed. Connor kept licking as best he could, but without his hands Brad’s cock kept bouncing away from him. He urgently tried to keep it still, but he couldn’t move his head any closer. Brad scooted forward and Connor was able to take it in his mouth. Desperately he pushed forward, taking as much as he could and bouncing back and forth. Brad’s groans sent a thrill through him, and he felt more precum dripping down his own cock. Then he heard a shutter noise, and opened his eyes. Brad had Connor’s own phone pointed at him, and he realized he’d taken his picture. He felt the panic rise again and pulled away from Brad’s cock.
“What the hell?”
“Look how cute you are with my cock in your mouth.” Brad turned the phone to show him. Connor had his eyes closed, and Brad’s cock halfway in his mouth. It looked so hot.
“Delete it, please.” Brad reached back with his other hand and gripped Connor’s cock almost painfully.
“Just a memento for you baby,” Brad said and set down Connor's phone. He grabbed his cock and brought it back to Connor’s mouth. “Open up, were you afraid I’d send it to Sara?”
Connor obeyed, opening his mouth and bobbing on Brad’s cock again. “Mmmhmm” he moaned around Brad’s cock, as Brad started stroking him again, squeezing tight.
“Fuck, that feels good. Keep moaning around my cock, give daddy a nice hummer.” Connor obliged. He was so turned on, he began moaning and humming around Brad’s cock. He wanted him to cum. He was so turned on right now, with his hands tied and Brad’s weight on his chest he felt like a sex toy for the older man. Brad pressed his thumb hard against Connor’s cock head, and Connor felt the thumb pressing against his sensitive slit, forcing it open and thrashed even harder, the pleasure was almost painful.
“Mmmm you like your little slit played with?”
Connor couldn’t respond with his mouth around Brad’s cock, but he moaned loudly. Brad continued rubbing along the slit of his cockhead, the sensitivity of which Connor had never realized before. He was nearly shaking, breathing deeply through his nose. He couldn’t focus on moving back and forth on Brad’s cock, just kicked his legs against the bed.
“Maybe I should just do this for the rest of the hour.” Brad pulled his cock out of Connor’s mouth, and Connor gasped for air.
“Please… no…” Connor begged. It was way too sensitive. “Stop… It’s too much.”
“Mmmm but I think you like it sweetie. Look at you.” Brad stopped and Connor groaned in relief. Brad moved back down the bed, between Connor’s legs. “Let me try with my tongue.”
Connor braced himself, watching as Brad grabbed the base of his cock and brought his darting tongue to the tip. Connor’s head slammed back into the pillow as Brad darted the tip of his cock against his cockhead’s slit.
“Fuck!” Connor cried out. Brad kept this up, slowly stroking as he tortured Connor with his tongue. He felt Brad’s other hand creep up his chest and begin teasing one of his nipples. The combined sensitivity was unbearable. He bucked and his cock broke away from Brad’s mouth.
“Ah, ah, such a naughty boy,” Brad chided. He gave Connor’s nipple a painful pinch, making him yelp. “Don’t make me get the leg restraints out.”
Connor felt trapped, but he didn’t want to escape anymore. He wanted more.
“I’m sorry, it just feels too good,” Connor whined. He wanted Brad’s mouth back on his cock, but he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
“Mmm, try to hold still, don’t make me angry.” Brad pressed his arms down to pin Connor’s thighs against the bed. He continued teasing Connor’s nipple gently, and brought his tongue back to bear. The overwhelming agony of Brad’s teasing was making Connor’s head thrash side to side, but he tried not to buck his body.
“Ohh…. ohhhhh… ohhh…” he couldn’t stop the pitiful noises escaping his mouth.
“Look at how beautiful you are.” Brad’s voice was surprisingly gentle. Connor looked up and saw Brad admiring him. He was flushed and sweaty, but felt himself blush even more.
“Want daddy to fuck you now?” Brad asked, teasing Connor’s hole with his finger.
“Yes!” Connor cried, his body was on fire and he needed to cum. Brad stopped his furious assault and rose on his knees. He effortlessly lifted Connor’s ass and scooted a pillow under it, raising Connor up. With his arms tied above his head, and his ass raised up he thought he must look ridiculous.
“Look at your pretty little boy pussy,” Brad whispered, lining his glistening cock head to Connor’s hole.
“Mmmmmm” Connor moaned. He wanted Brad’s cock more than anything, wanted to feel himself impaled, wanted that fullness again. He found his legs wrapping themselves around Brad’s body, trying to drag him into him but he couldn’t make Brad budge.
“Such an eager little slut. Have you been missing daddy’s cock?”
“Yes!” Connor knew it was true. He whined as Brad continued to tease his whole, the firmness of it pressing against him. He started slowly stroking Connor’s cock with his other hand.
“I don’t know, you kept not responding to me today. Made me think you didn’t want it so bad.”
Connor felt like he was losing his mind, Brad’s cock was being dragged agonizingly around his pulsing asshole, he needed it.
“Please, fuck me,” Connor begged. He sounded pathetic but he didn’t care, his ass felt empty, and his cock was leaking in Brad’s hand.
“Promise me you won’t leave me hanging again?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Good boy, I’ll hold you to that,” Brad said, and finally pressed forward.
“Ooooooh.” Came out of Connor’s throat in a girlish whine as Brad’s cock finally entered his asshole. Brad took his time, slowly sinking into Connor.
“Fuck…” Connor said, finally getting what he wanted. He wanted to buck and ride Brad’s cock, but in this position he was completely at Brad’s mercy. His legs were locked around Brad’s ass, and he squeezed, getting a little relief as he pulled Brad just a little deeper into him.
“Fuck you are so perfect for my cock. I wish I could have you in my bed every night,” Brad said.
“Please fuck me,” Connor whined.
Brad pulled out, and pushed back in slowly. Again and again he pulled his cock almost entirely out, then buried himself into Connor’s ass. Connor moaned as he finally felt what he’d wanted. Brad’s cock filling him up, stretching his hole and grazing his prostate finally had him feeling content. He flexed his ass up and down as Brad continued to slide in and out.
“You are such a natural for my cock baby,” Brad said, leaned forward towards Connor.
“Yes…”
“Your ass needs to be filled with cock, there is no going back.”
“Fuck.”
“Say you can’t go back.”
“I can’t go back… it’s so good,” Connor whispered, and knew it was true.
“Fuck you feel so good, I’ve never been this turned on. Your body is perfect for me.”
“Yes daddy.” Connor was thrilled hearing this from Brad, he felt so sexy.
“I need you to be mine” Brad leaned in and kissed Connor, who eagerly responded. Their tongues pressed hard against each other, Connor eagerly wanting to suck and feel Brad’s tongue dominating him.
“I’m yours,” Connor whispered as Brad pulled away, kissing down his cheek to his neck. Brad sucked on his neck and he squeeled, his legs wrapping tight around Brad again, pulling him deeper into his ass.
“I want you all the time, I want you to live with me,” Brad said.
Even in his overstimulated, horny state Connor was shocked by these words. Was this just dirty talk? Brad knew he couldn’t live with him, he was married, but those words turned him on.
“Yea?” He asked, wanting to hear how badly Brad wanted him.
“Fuck yes, be my little wifey, I want to fuck you all day. Have you at my beck and call, worshipping my cock, serving me.”
Brad’s whispers in his ear drove him wild.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Yea? You want to be my wifey?”
“Fuck yes daddy, fuck me.”
“Mmmm fuck I love when you call me daddy.”
“Oh fuck” Connor screamed as Brad began pounding him in earnest. His cock was slamming in and out of Connor’s ass, and at this angle his prostate was getting hit on every stroke.
“Oh god.” He whispered, his whole body was humming as Brad continued to fuck him. Each time his cock slipped in he felt his prostate tightened, almost painfully. His whole body was flinching, and he gasped for breath.
“I fucking love you baby,” Brad said, and Connor glowed. He began to feel like he was going to pass out, the sensation in his ass was so powerful.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Brad groaned. Connor wasn’t sure what he was feeling. His cock wasn’t being touched, but the sensation of Brad slamming into his prostate was so powerful. He felt light headed and dizzy. It was like his whole body was centered around his prostate, he could feel his heart pounding through every vein as he struggled to breath. Suddenly the pleasure became overwhelming, and a feeling like he was going to burst took over him. Without realizing it he began to cum, his cock straining against the air, and his ass buzzing. He thrust against nothing as his orgasm overwhelmed him, his mind went blank and he gasped for air. It felt like forever as his body shook, he gasped and his cock spurted again and again, untouched, onto his chest.
In the afterglow of this unimaginable feeling, he heard Brad groaning and whispering, but he didn’t understand anything Brad said. He felt like the bed was spinning with him strapped to it, he kept his eyes closed as he braced against the aftershock of his orgasm. He was dimly aware that Brad was cumming, but he couldn’t focus as he gasped for air. After a long time he felt himself calming, Brad was kissing his neck and holding his tied hands.
“You came hands free on daddy’s cock, such a good girl,” Brad groaned.
Connor moaned and smiled to himself, fuck that was hot to hear Brad call him a girl. His mind felt wiped clean by the powerful orgasm he’d just experienced, he began kissing at the top of Brad’s head. Brad came up to meet him and they kissed slowly, their lips and tongues slowly tracing one another. Connor still felt Brad’s cock flexing and sliding in his asshole and didn’t want to let go, squeezing him with his thighs as hard as he could. In that moment he felt perfectly content, like he could lie under Brad forever. They kissed for a long time, Connor feeling safe and loved in a way that almost made him want to cry.
“That was so fucking hot, I’ve never seen a guy cum hands free before,” Brad said pulling away.
“Really?” Connor was shocked, but proud he could do this for Brad.
“You are perfect.” Brad’s words made Connor glow. He wanted Brad to praise him all night. “Want to stay the night?”
Yes was on the tip of Connor’s tongue, when he realized what that would mean. He felt so safe and happy in Brad’s arms, but he had to get home, he had to get back to Sara. What time was it? He opened his eyes, looking around for a clock. He found a digital clock that said 11:45, not so late. His ass began to feel uncomfortably full.
“I gotta go.” He said, his head clearing and his thoughts becoming more logical.
“Just an idea,” Brad said. He reached up and unbuckled the restraints around both of Connor’s wrists. Connor pulled his hands to himself gratefully, feeling relief at being unbound. Then he winced as Brad slid his cock from his ass. Connor felt naughty at the way the cock slid easily from his ass, he wondered what it looked like sliding out. Brad leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
“I hope there’s a camera in here,” Connor whispered.
“You know it, I can’t wait to watch this one.”
“Me either,” Connor said, feeling shocked at how true it was.
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After Sara left for work the next day, Connor sat in a daze. He had dreamt that night that he was sleeping in Brad’s bed, with Brad’s strong arms around him. He’d felt disappointed waking up in his real bedroom. He didn’t understand what was going on with him. He felt like some other person, like this wasn’t his real life, and he was surprised at how little that concerned him.
He had known before that he couldn’t keep living like this, sneaking around, but he couldn’t contemplate anything else. The way Brad had bound, teased and tortured him last night had been revelatory. He wanted that again and again, to be completely under Brad’s control. He found himself imagining his life if he lived with Brad, sleeping in his bed, being with him all day…
Realizing what that would mean was like a splash of cold water. What was he saying, leave Sara? That was unthinkable. He imagined telling her he was leaving her for an older man, and his face flushed with shame. God what about his parents? He imagined telling his parents he was secretly gay, and getting a divorce. He felt dizzy. This was all ridiculous, he had to get a grip. But at the same moment he knew something had gone too far, he wasn’t the same man he’d been before Brad.
He was nearly hyperventilating, his thoughts spinning one after another, racing in and out of his mind. He forced himself to breathe slowly, lying on the couch. He couldn’t talk to anyone about this, which was driving him crazy. Well there was one person who he could talk to, who he knew would understand…
He texted Brad: “Can we talk?”
“Good morning sexy. Sounds serious… everything ok?”
“Yea… just having complicated feelings.”
“I get it, come over. We can just talk.”
Connor’s heart leapt, Brad’s understanding felt like a life line, pulling him up from drowning.
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Connor had gushed, telling Brad everything. Talking about his guilt and stress, Sara’s talk about wanting to have a baby, and his confusion over everything he was going through. Brad listened intently, nodding and asking questions. Finally Connor felt done, exhausted and relieved.
“I’m sorry, this has been a lot to experience in such a short time,” Brad said.
“Yea… It’s been a lot of fun, but it’s been crazy.”
They were sitting in Brad’s kitchen, Brad placed his hand on Connor’s back and began rubbing up and down. It felt so nice.
“I’ve felt myself so drawn to you… I know it hasn’t been fair, I’ve had so much more experience with this sort of thing.”
“I…” Connor felt himself blushing. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“Maybe we should cool it for a bit,” Brad offered. Connor felt relieved, Brad was taking this so well. All of the teasing had been just that, a game, he would respect Connor’s wishes. But he knew a bigger part of him didn’t want to cool it, Brad’s strong hand on his back was already making him hard.
“I…” Connor didn’t know what to say, he stared out of the window into Brad’s back yard.
“What? You don’t want to?” Brad asked huskily, Connor shivered at the tone in his voice.
“We just… we have to be careful you know? The dirty texting, sending pics… it’s too risky.” Connor felt himself giving in, he couldn’t say no to this man. His cock was sticking straight up, tenting his shorts. Brad’s other hand reached over and began stroking his leg, he moaned and turned to face him. Brad was staring adoringly at him, he felt his heart skip under that gaze.
Then his phone started vibrating in his pocket and he jumped. He pulled it out and saw it was Sara.
“Sorry I’ve got to take this.” He hit accept and pulled the phone to his ear, Brad kept stroking his back and his thigh, he tried to ignore it.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Her tone immediately set him at ease, casual and warm. “My mom just called me, she’s doing a garage sale this weekend but my dad got invited on some fishing trip so she wants me to help.”
Brad reached up and grabbed his cock through his thin shorts, making him squirm. He stared warningly at Brad, who just smiled at him.
“Ok…” Came out in a shaky tone, trying to ignore Brad’s stroking.
“Yea, so I might just head back Friday to help her? I figured we don’t both need to go, it’s been awhile since I had some girl time with her… plus I can tell her our exciting news…”
“News?” Connor was struggling to breathe naturally.
“About us trying?”
“Oh, right!”
“Yea, so anyway just wanted to make sure we didn’t have anything going on I was forgetting.”
Connor’s mind was racing, a whole weekend apart… he and Brad could be together all day… all night… he looked again at Brad who was smiling wickedly, he seemed to have the same idea.
“No, that sounds good. That will be fun for you!” Connor’s enthusiasm grew.
“Yea, ok. Gotta get back to it, love you!”
“Love you too!” Connor said, but his eyes were locked on Brad’s.
The call ended and he set it down on the table.
“Mmmm, I’ll have you to myself for a whole weekend huh?”
“Yea…” Connor breathed.
“I can’t wait, I’m gonna show you so many new things,” Brad said, leaning in to nuzzle Connor’s neck.
“Oh god,” Connor sighed, desperately reaching out to grip Brad’s cock. He couldn’t wait for the weekend to come.
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