The work week was flying by for Connor, but it still wasn’t fast enough. His wife Sara was leaving Friday to visit her mom to help with a garage sale, and Connor couldn’t stop thinking about what he and Brad would do. He pictured himself back in Brad’s silky bed, without having to worry about being interrupted or sneaking back home, able to take his time. Brad had promised to show him new things, he couldn’t imagine what, they had already had so many firsts, but he couldn’t wait.
Each workday he spent at Brad’s, trying to strike a balance between working, working out, and riding Brad’s cock. He was amazed at how much easier it was to take Brad’s cock into his once virgin ass. Brad had even filmed it happening up close with his phone, his lubed up cock sinking into Connor, and he found himself watching it over and over…
They were cumming twice a day together at least. Sixty-nining… fucking on the massage table again, on the love seat, and on the cushioned mat in the basement. The only place they hadn’t returned to was Brad’s bed. He had asked Brad about it once, sitting on his lap as they watched the video from that wonderful night they had made love in the bed.
“Mmmm let’s save that for the weekend.” Brad had growled into his neck, then began kissing him. He shivered and squirmed his bottom on Brad’s lap, gratified at feeling the older man’s hardening cock.
Connor could feel the workouts having an effect already. He had more tone in his muscles, and Brad praised him constantly. Working out before had been a bit of a trudge, but now it felt so exciting. Making his body sexier and stronger for Brad was a thrill, the only distracting thing was how hard he would get, feeling Brad’s eyes on him as he squatted and lifted. Even Sara was noticing, which somehow made him feel less guilty, since she was benefitting too.
“Your arms are definitely looking bigger,” She said, squeezing him Wednesday evening. He thought she might be in the mood for sex, but he was feeling beat, he and Brad had fucked in the shower earlier, and his legs had been quivering afterwards.
“Thanks, it’s been tough though, I’m exhausted.” He said, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
“Yea, ok.” She sounded disappointed, but he didn’t think too badly.
“So what are you and your mom going to do this weekend?” He asked.
“Oh, probably just watch some chick flicks, drink a little wine. Are you going to be lonely?”
Connor had to suppress his grin. “No, I’ll be fine, get some yard work done, watch some football.”
“Hang out with Brad?” She asked.
“Maybe, we haven’t talked about it.” The lie came out so naturally, Connor didn’t even feel nervous saying it.
“Well, I’m gonna get ready for bed.”
“Me too.”
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Thursday they fucked while Connor sat in a meeting, periodically having to unmute to talk. Brad gave him a wicked grin each time, and Connor couldn’t help returning it.
“And Connor, if it's getting too hard, let us know.”
“Oh, it won’t be too hard for me.” Connor winked at Brad, muted, and then sank back down onto Brad’s cock.
“I’ve turned you into such a naughty boy.” Brad said mock regretfully.
“You have, I can’t help being dirty around you, it feels so good.” They began kissing and fucking in earnest as the meeting wound down.
Later they were lifting more in the mirror, fully nude. Connor was admiring his own body, and noticed how many little hickies were on his chest, thighs, and ass. He’d have to talk to Brad about that, the older man got so carried away, but they also looked so sexy. He remembered when each one had been formed, and they made him feel like such a slut.
“Ready for tomorrow night?” Brad asked.
“Yes!” Connor said. “What have you got planned for us?”
“I can’t say, but dinner will be at seven.”
“Are you cooking for me?” Connor asked.
“Mmmmhmm, I can’t wait for you to taste what I’m preparing.” Connor saw Brad’s cock was stiffening again and he licked his lips.
“Me either.”
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That night Sara and he were watching TV, but his thoughts were completely on tomorrow night. He was wishing he could shave himself, but he figured trimming things short was the best he could do.
He was wondering what he should wear, wishing he had sexier clothes, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had forgotten to silence it. He wondered if it was Brad, and desperately wanted to know what it said, but he couldn’t pull it out in front of Sara.
“Was that your phone?”
“Yea, probably just Brad asking about Thursday night football.”
“You’re not gonna go are you? You’ve been spending so much time over there as it is.”
Connor felt annoyance swell up, he wasn’t even over there that much… that she knew of. Then he realized how stupid it was to feel annoyed, she was right of course even if she didn’t really know. His blood cooled a little bit, he had to be more careful. Even mentioning Brad had been a stupid mistake.
“No, you’re leaving tomorrow. I’m all yours.” He said.
“Good.” Sara snuggled herself into his shoulder.
Connor kissed the top of her head, and returned his attention to the show. Before long though his thoughts drifted back to tomorrow night. He thought about getting back into Brad’s big silky bed and his cock stiffened in anticipation.
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The next day Sara was working from home, so Connor couldn’t sneak away to Brad’s house. He didn’t mind too much, because he wanted to be fresh and ready for tonight. He felt nervous and excited, then embarrassed that he was acting like a girl being taken on a first date. But he guessed Brad was cooking for him, so it sort of was a first date. He felt even more nervous, his stomach was full of butterflies.
He spent the lunch hour trimming his pubic hair, and cleaning himself extra well in the shower. He admired himself in the mirror afterwards, flexing and imagining how Brad would look at him that night. He shivered in anticipation. Then Sara was trying to get into the locked bathroom, and he rushed to get dressed to cover his hickies.
“Hey sorry, didn’t mean to lock it.” He said, letting her in.
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When Sara finally left that afternoon, Connor had to stop himself from bustling her out the door. He helped her load the car up, and they were saying their goodbyes in the driveway when Brad popped out of his open garage.
“Are you guys going somewhere?” Brad called. Connor felt nervous, but his excitement for tonight was so high he was glad to see the other man. Brad was wearing a tight shirt that accentuated his pecs and biceps, his sexy gut sticking out just so… Connor realized he was staring.
“No, just me. Gonna visit with my mom,” Sara said, sounding annoyed at being interrupted.
Brad wandered over, seeming to saunter to Connor’s eye.
“Oh nice, Connor you should come over, we can grill out, maybe watch a movie or something. You like sausages?”
Connor didn’t want to blush in front of Sara, but he was also turned on by the older man’s daring.
“Sure,” Connor said.
“Great, it’s a date then.” Fuck, why did he have to say that?
“Cool, you boys have fun, I should hit the road. Love you babe.” Sara leaned in for a kiss. Connor was intensely aware of Brad watching, knowing how different the kiss was from the ones they had shared…
“Love you too, drive safe,” Connor replied. His heart was beating so hard. He stood there with Brad, waving as Sara backed out of the driveway.
“I can’t wait to have you back in my bed tonight, begging for my cock while I tease your slutty hole.” Connor tried not to jump at the words.
“Fuck.” He whispered, looking around nervously.
“Are you excited to spend the night? Be my sweet slut all night?”
Connor felt his cock stiffen. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good boy. Come over at six, don’t be late.” Brad was staring hungrily at Connor. Connor swallowed nervously, then looked away.
“Yes sir.”
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Connor came over exactly one minute before six. He’d spent a long time deliberating what to wear, finally settling on just khakis and his tightest polo. He knew Brad liked seeing him in tight clothes. He was so nervous waiting for six to come, he had drank a glass of wine to calm his nerves and tried to watch TV.
Brad opened the door with a big grin, and Connor felt unexpectedly shy. He’d been dreaming about tonight all week, but now that it was here he felt uncertain. Why was he getting so worked up, he knew he shouldn’t be this excited that his wife was away, but he couldn’t help it.
“Right on time, come in.” Brad placed a hand on his back and guided him in. Connor shivered at his touch, wanting to melt into Brad’s arms. He looked up expectantly as the door closed, and Brad leaned in for a kiss. Brad’s lips felt electric on Connor’s and he swooned, feeling Brad support him as he leaned into the kiss. His cock was getting hard but Brad pulled away.
“Ah, ah. We can take our time tonight. Come here I got you something.”
“You did?” Connor wondered what it could be. He followed Brad into the kitchen. “Wow, it smells great in here.”
“Thanks, we’re having lamb shanks in a red wine sauce.” Brad picked up a white box wrapped in a large ribbon, and presented it to Connor.
“Wow.” Connor felt at a loss for words. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“You’re my present baby.” Brad growled, and Connor felt his stomach flip. “Open it.”
Connor walked to the kitchen table, set the box down, and nervously pulled the bow loose. He lifted the lid, dug into the tissue paper, and pulled out something white and lacy. His mind was racing and he finally realized it was a skirt.
“There’s more in there, a top and some garters,” Brad said.
“I… I can’t wear this,” Connor stammered, feeling his cheeks get red.
“Yes you will baby, you will look so fucking sexy. It’s just a little roleplay, I want you to be my sexy, virginal wife tonight.”
Connor swallowed, feeling lightheaded he set the skirt on the table and pulled out the matching lacy top, almost like a bra, and white garters in a package. He set them back down, uncertain what to say.
Brad came up behind him, placing his hands on Connor’s arms, pressing his groin into Connor’s ass. His hot breath on Connor’s neck was followed by gentle kisses. “I want to see you all dressed up for me baby, don’t you want to make me happy?”
“Yes daddy.” Connor did, he felt so turned on, but also scared. This felt like a line he hadn’t known he wanted to cross, but he wanted to look sexy for Brad.
“Here, I’ll get you a glass of wine, make you comfortable first.”
Connor gratefully took the glass that Brad poured, the bottle was already open on the counter, and took a large gulp.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous. Here let’s smoke a little too, get you really at ease.” Brad produced a joint from his shirt pocket and lit it. He took a few puffs, then passed it to Connor. Connor took a few big puffs of his own, and tried to relax. He still felt tense and took another sip of the wine.
“There we go,” Brad said, smiling approvingly. He crossed over to the oven and pulled a large dutch oven from the stove with potholders. Connor watched, the whole situation feeling a bit surreal still.
“Go get dressed, I’ve got a few finishing touches to make.” Brad’s commanding tone left no room for argument. Connor quietly gathered up his gift, grabbed his glass of wine and headed for the bathroom.
Connor nervously stripped, and found himself holding the outfit and feeling foolish. How could he walk out there in this? And sit in front of another man in women’s clothes, eating dinner. The fabric did feel soft though, and he figured he could at least try. Maybe it wouldn’t fit and he could come back out in his normal clothes.
He pulled the skirt on first, and he had to admit he enjoyed the way the silken fabric felt on his crotch. It took him a minute to figure out how to hook the garters on, but soon he had both of them on his legs as well. His legs weren’t that hairy, and he was amazed at how good they looked on him. Next he pulled the top over his head, it was a bit tight but not terrible. He turned to the mirror, holding his breath.
“Oh,” he said aloud. He was shocked at how he looked. He’d always been slim, but this outfit made him look girlish. He ran his hands across his chest, liking how soft and silky he felt. He wanted Brad to feel him like this, and he started to get hard at the thought. He spun, and was amazed at how good his ass looked, the gauzy material of the skirt only covered half of his ass, the white silk panties underneath covered little of his ass. His round butt looked like a woman’s in this outfit. He suddenly knew Brad would love it, and couldn’t wait to show him.
He folded up his regular clothes, put them in a corner of the bathroom, and took a deep breath. After another sip of wine he felt ready and stepped nervously from the bathroom. Brad was waiting for him in the kitchen, and was leering as Connor came in, uncertain of how to walk dressed like this.
“Wow,” was all Brad said.
“Do you like it?” Connor felt embarrassed at how flirtatious he sounded, but that was how this outfit made him feel. He was holding himself differently, arms up across his chest like he was shy, but loving Brad’s attention. Brad crossed the room to him.
“I love it.” Brad growled, pulling Connor into him. They kissed, and Brad’s strong hands groped at Connor’s ass under the skirt. Connor moaned, loving how strong and commanding Brad felt. He leaned into Brad’s chest, kissing fiercely back, his own cock getting stiff and pressing into the silk panties. He ground himself on Brad’s groin, wanting to feel the older man’s hardness as well, but Brad pulled away.
“You look perfect, just how I imagined,” Brad said, grasping Connor’s hands in his own and staring into his eyes. “My perfect little wifey for tonight.”
Connor blushed, feeling so hot, loving the way Brad’s eyes glinted, boring into him. Then Brad was looking him up and down, making him feel so sexy.
“Spin for me,” Brad commanded. Connor did, feeling foolish, but elated too. The weed and wine were beginning to hit, and his self consciousness faded. He felt himself basking in Brad’s attention.
“So beautiful, here dinner is ready. Let’s eat.” Food was the last thing on his mind, but Connor realized the room smelled even more delicious. Brad pulled out a chair for Connor, and Connor daintily sat down. Brad joined him, filled a new wine glass for Connor, and took Connor’s hand in his. Connor felt electrified at his touch.
The meal was lamb shanks, with red wine sauce served over mashed potatoes, with roasted broccoli. Connor wasn’t sure if it was the weed or the company, but it was one of the best meals he could remember having in a long time. He praised Brad’s cooking, and they talked about food, wine, and their favorite restaurants.
“There’s a great steak house I know,” Brad said, “It’s forty minutes away, we could go together sometime.”
“I don’t know.” Connor thought that would be risky.
“You wouldn’t have to dress like this.” Brad laughed. “But it’s far away, no one would know us, we could have a real date out.”
“That sounds nice.” Connor couldn’t believe what he was saying. Dinner here was one thing, but they couldn’t go out on a real date.
“But imagine if you did dress like this, every guy in the place would be staring. Knowing that you’re my girl, wishing they could have you like I do.”
“I… I…” Connor stammered, suddenly so turned on he was reeling.
“Then we could get a nice hotel, kissing and groping each other at the front desk.” Brad continued, his hand reached out to rub Connor’s knee through the garter.
“You’d look so cute in some nice heels. I can imagine them still on your feet while they’re up on my shoulders in the room.”
“Oh… fuck” Connor could see it too.
“Ready for dessert?” Brad asked, suddenly nonchalant.
“I… yes.” Connor managed, he realized he’d finished his second glass of wine with dinner, and was feeling it. Brad took their dishes away, and Connor took a big sip of water, suddenly feeling hot despite his skimpy clothing. He watched Brad at the sink, rinsing their dishes, before retrieving something from the fridge.
“Room for dessert?” Brad asked, bringing small slices of chocolate cake to the table.
“Mmmm looks yummy.” Connor thought he sounded more girlish too, but he didn’t care. The wine and weed had him feeling super relaxed now.
They ate slowly, tension in the air after Brad’s dirty talk. Connor found himself watching Brad’s hands, his lips, and wanting the meal to be over.
“Oh you got some chocolate on your face, here.” Brad’s hand came up and he wiped at the corner of Connor’s mouth with his thumb. Connor sat open mouthed, electrified at Brad’s touch. Brad grinned, and placed the thumb between Connor’s parted lips. Instantly Connor’s tongue came out to lick the chocolate, and Brad pressed his thumb into Connor’s mouth. Connor closed his eyes, and began slowly to lick and suck Brad’s large digit. His heart was pounding and his cock was getting stiffer.
“Such a good girl.” Brad whispered. Connor felt a thrill and his eyes shot open. Brad pulled his thumb out and stood.
“I think we’ve had enough of this, I’m ready for my real dessert.”
“Yes?” Connor asked breathlessly.
“Let me go get a little more comfortable.” Brad walked out of the kitchen and Connor heard him heading upstairs. He was waiting, unsure if he should have more wine, when he heard his phone ding from the bathroom. Sara! He had completely lost track of time and forgotten her. He rushed to the bathroom and dug his phone out of his pants.
“How’s your night going?” he read.
He looked up at himself in the bathroom mirror. His erect nipples poked out from his lacy and sheer top, his face was flush, and his cock pressed almost painfully against the silky panties of his skirt.
“Great, having some dinner with Brad” Connor typed back.
He felt nervous, but he had already decided it would be easier to keep his story straight about this weekend if he had a bit of truth in it.
“Anything good?”
“Just burgers, gonna watch an action flick.” Connor grinned, feeling giddy, that well may be true, but it wouldn’t be the kind of action Sara thought. ”What are you up to?”
“Just chatting, my mom was super excited about the baby news.”
That cooled Connor’s blood a bit. He had been feeling delightfully naughty a moment ago, but talking about a baby, the real future of his life, was like a cold splash of water on his face. He felt guilty trying to respond, dressed like this…
“Yea. I bet she was.”
He walked back to the kitchen and refilled his glass. There was a sitting room next to the kitchen and he went in there and sat on the couch, feeling stupid in his little outfit. What was he doing? He imagined Sara and her mother seeing him like this and shuddered. The blinds were all closed, but the spell of only moments before was shattered.
After a few moments Brad came back down, dressed in only a black plush robe, his chest with its black and silver hairs that Connor loved feeling on him was exposed.
“Mmm you got more wine?”
“Yea,” Connor said quietly.
“Everything ok?”
“Yea, just feeling a bit silly.” Connor gestured vaguely at himself.
“Don’t, you look so lovely.” Connor felt a glow at these words, but still felt guilty. Brad got his own glass from the kitchen table and sat down next to Connor.
“Your body is so sexy like that, I wish I had a million outfits for you to wear for me.”
Connor’s cock twitched, and he found himself posing a bit, pulling his shoulders back and pulling his legs together.
“Thanks.” He was admiring Brad too, he looked large and powerful in the robe, and completely at ease, something Connor was jealous of.
“Something else? Feeling nervous?” Brad asked gently.
“Yea, just thinking about everything,” Connor said, looking away shyly.
“I get it, but remember this weekend's just a bit of fun, some roleplay, it doesn’t have to go any further than that,” Brad whispered. He reached out and stroked Connor’s thigh. “Well hopefully more than just a bit of fun.”
Connor squirmed at his touch then took a sip of wine, feeling better, more relaxed again.
“What kind of fun?”
Brad smiled.
“Why don’t you come sit on my lap baby?” Brad growled, setting his wine down. He spread his legs, and his robe split to either side, exposing silky red boxers and nothing else.
Connor’s heart leapt, he stood up, and stepped uncertainly towards Brad. Brad pulled him down, his ass landing on Brad’s left leg, and he tucked his knees together submissively against Brad’s other leg.
“There we go, that’s a good girl.”
“Careful, I almost spilled my wine.” Connor’s heart was racing, his half bare bottom felt so good on Brad’s hot skin.
“Don’t want to make a mess, at least not yet anyway.” One of Brad’s hands began rubbing his back, while the other stroked his thigh.
“Ohhhh” Connor moaned, loving the feeling of Brad stroking him in this skimpy outfit. He felt so sexy, he loved the way Brad handled him. He was so confident and possessive.
“For tonight I want to roleplay that you’re my little wifey.”
“Yea?” Connor was thrilled, he had come so hard before, hearing Brad call him that, teasing his pussy and fucking him like a girl.
“Mmmmhmmm, that’s why I’ve got you all dressed in white.” That hadn’t occurred to Connor, it was so hot that Brad had picked this out with a plan in mind.
“Ok daddy.” He said, feeling only a bit self conscious. He placed a hand on Brad’s chest, stroking his coarse hair.
“Good girl, we can pretend it’s our honeymoon. Our first night together.”
Connor’s mind was racing, this was so hot. He had Brad all to himself, all night, he felt like he was going to faint.
“Does that sound good baby? Be a good girl for me and please me all night?” Brad whispered, leaning in to kiss Connor’s shoulder. His hand was still teasing Connor’s thigh, but he was squeezing more forcefully now. Connor moaned at his kisses.
“Yes, I want to make you feel so good.” He whispered, Brad was kissing his way up his neck.
“You belong to me tonight, I’m not letting you go.” He whispered, into Connor’s ear.
“Oh fuck.” Connor shivered, desperate for Brad to grab his cock, but wanting the anticipation to last forever.
“Let me take that.” Brad took the wine from Connor’s hand and reached over to set it down. Then he drew Connor gently towards him and they began to kiss. Connor desperately threw himself into Brad, wanting to feel his mouth filled by the older man. Brad squeezed Connor’s body into his own, nearly making it hard to breathe, but it felt so damn good. Connor wanted to sink into Brad, to feel their naked bodies pressed together. He ran his hands through Brad’s hair, licking and kissing frantically, grinding his body into Brad’s own. They kissed for awhile like that, Brad rubbing and squeezing Connor’s back, his ass, his thighs. Connor felt Brad’s hard cock under him, and he rubbed his ass slowly on it, thrilling at how fat and heavy it felt. The silk boxers felt like almost nothing, but let his ass slide deliciously back and forth.
“Oh god, please can we go up stairs?” Connor begged, breaking away from their kiss.
“Yes baby.” Suddenly Brad stood, scooping Connor up almost effortlessly in his arms. Connor slid into Brad’s embrace, looking up at him in surprise. Brad was smiling wolfishly down at him. Connor hadn’t realized how strong Brad was, carrying him like this. He felt so small and powerless in Brad’s arms and he loved it.
“It’s traditional to carry the bride to bed,” Brad whispered.
“Oh my god, this is so hot,” Connor blurted out.
“You’re so sexy, I love seeing you turned on like this.” Brad carried him up the stairs, and Connor stroked the man’s face, staring at him lovingly. This was better than he had imagined, he felt so turned on. Brad carried him into the bedroom, where Connor dimly noticed flickering candle light and music, and laid Connor down on the bed. He quickly shrugged out of his robe and was on top of Connor.
Brad seemed frenzied, his hand squeezed Connor’s chest through the silky top, his cock pressed against his leg, and his tongue wriggled in Connor’s mouth. Connor writhed and moaned under this welcome assault, feeling like he was being devoured by the older man. He grasped at Brad’s back, wrestling his own tongue against Brad’s and grinding into him. Brad pinched his nipple making him squeal, breaking their kiss.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this night.” Brad whispered in his ear, before diving his tongue into it. His hand slid down Connor’s stomach, then to his thigh, gripping it almost painfully.
“Oh god,” Connor gasped.
“I’ve been wanting to have you over, being mine all night, since that day I first saw you.” Brad’s hand finally grabbed Connor’s cock, rubbing it through the silken panties.
“Fuck…” Connor moaned, his cock felt so good. His whole body was humming. Brad was licking Connor’s ear, his cheek, his lips. Connor wanted more. He could feel his cock leaking as Brad massaged it gently through the fabric.
“I wanted to corrupt you, make you my dirty slut. Have you in ways you couldn’t imagine, getting you addicted to cock.”
Connor moaned, he was thrashing against the silky sheets, everything felt so good.
“So fucking hot, look at you, dressed up in panties and a bra for me. Will you wear whatever I want?”
“Yes daddy.” He meant it.
“Good, I want to see you in panties every day, wearing them under your clothes.”
“Oh god.”
“I want you to wear them to the gym with me. You can change in front of everyone so they see, so they know it’s me that owns your ass.” Brad began sucking and licking Connor’s neck.
Connor was so turned on, the idea of others seeing him with his daddy was so naughty.
“They’d know why, you’re such a sexy daddy.” He heard himself playing along, so turned on, wanting it to be real.
“Mmmm fuck yes, you want me to own you fully. Be your full time lover, daddy and owner.” Brad was sucking hard on Connor’s neck, but he didn’t care, it felt so good. Brad finally pulled his panties aside and began stroking him.
“Oh fuck!” Connor moaned, he tried to reach out to find Brad’s cock, finally grabbing it through the silk boxers. He clumsily stroked at it but he was so overwhelmed with sensation and his head was spinning from the wine.
“You want to make your daddy feel good?” Brad asked.
“Fuck yes daddy, anything.”
“Good boy.” Brad released Connor’s cock, shifted over and laid next to him. “Suck my cock.”
Connor was eager to obey, he propped himself up and began kissing Brad’s chest. He worked his way down, kissing and licking his sexy belly, then reached his boxers. He pulled them down, and Brad’s cock sprang up. It looked so sexy in the flickering candle light. He got between Brad’s legs, took his fat cock in both hands, and looked up at Brad’s face. Brad looked so cocky and sexy, propped up on the pillow with both hands behind his head, staring expectantly. Connor began lapping at Brad’s cockhead, loving the feel of it on his tongue. He quickly opened his mouth and sank it as far as he could. Brad’s moan of delight sent a thrill through him.
Connor began bobbing up and down, proud of how much better he was getting at this. He could take it partially into his throat without gagging, but he wished he could swallow all of it. He used everything he’d learned over the past week, humming quietly, stroking with his hands while sliding up and down, and staring into Brad’s eyes how he knew he liked it. He stared with adoration and hunger at Brad’s face, gratified at the grunts the older man was making.
“You are such a good girl, you throat my cock so well. I can tell how hungry you are for it.”
Connor moaned affirmatively with Brad’s cockhead in his throat.
“You make daddy feel so fucking good. He loves the way you worship him, such an adoring little wifey.”
Connor glowed, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to be Brad’s little wifey, to be sucking his cock at all hours of the day.
“Lick my balls for me sweet girl.”
Connor reluctantly slid Brad’s cock out, giving it one last lick, then lowered himself to lick and slobber at Brad’s sac. Brad began stroking himself, and Connor felt so small, crouched between the older man’s legs while he jerked off.
“God your ass is so sexy, poking up in the air like that.”
Connor realized how he must have looked, crouched down with his back arched and his ass sticking up high. He felt so fucking hot, he loved Brad ogling him.
“Now, lick my taint.” Connor obliged, and loved hearing Brad’s moans as he ran his tongue up and down the flesh, dragging it up to his balls and then back down.
“Fuck yes.” Brad sighed. “Now eat my ass.”
What? Connor hadn’t realized this was something Brad wanted, and he paused.
“Do it slut! Eat daddy’s ass!” Brad commanded.
Slowly, Connor lowered his tongue, feeling the ring of Brad’s asshole. It felt soft and pliable, he pressed with his tongue and Brad moaned loudly. He didn’t need any more encouragement, he began rubbing his tongue all over Brad’s hole, trying to remember what Brad had done to him. He licked, pressed, and tickled Brad’s fleshy ring with his tongue, loving how it felt, and loving hearing Brad’s moans rise.
“Fuck that feels good, you worshiping my ass while I stroke.”
Connor pressed harder, and felt his tongue entering Brad. It felt so dirty, but he loved it, he pressed deeper and deeper, wriggling his tongue as much as he could. Before long he was making out with Brad’s hole, frantically burying his tongue in as far as he could, trying to please him.
“Fuck you are such a slut, dressed up in my bed, eating an older man’s ass.”
Connor moaned in agreement, waggling his ass back and forth, feeling so slutty. He could feel Brad’s asshole tightening and squeezing his own tongue, it was so sexy feeling it pulsate and push against him. He squeezed at Brad’s thighs with his hands, pushing them up to give himself better access. He wanted to bury his face in Brad’s ass completely. He kept at it, feeling a desperate need to please the older man, wanting nothing more than to humiliate himself further for Brad.
“Fuck that’s so good, come back up here.”
Connor obeyed, crawling up on top of Brad. Brad pulled him in for a kiss and sucked on his tongue. It felt so dirty, the tongue that had just been inside of Brad’s ass now in his mouth, but Connor loved it. He loved feeling like such a pervert with Brad, he wanted more. They kept making out, and Brad’s hands ran all over Connor’s back, then down to his ass. He squeezed and kneaded Connor’s ass, and it felt so sexy through his silky panties.
“I want to eat your hole, get your pussy warmed up.” Brad whispered, pulling away.
“Please, you make my pussy feel so good.” Connor begged girlishly, and he loved the wicked smile he got in response. Brad slid Connor off of him, but pressed him down onto his belly. Connor felt Brad’s weight on top of him, feeling crushed by the older man’s bulk. Brad’s cock pressed against Connor’s ass, and he moaned and wiggled his cheeks against Brad in desire. Brad was kissing his neck, then down his shoulder, his lower back, tracing a swirling path downwards with his lips and tongue. When he reached Connor’s skirt he stopped and sat up. His large hands clapped hard on Connor’s cheeks, and Connor let out a loud squeak at the pain.
“Fuck it jiggles so sexy, your ass gets me so hard.”
Connor smiled and wiggled it, trying to make it jiggle more.
“Mmmm such a good girl, fuck I want you.”
Brad yanked the skirt roughly down, and Connor moaned as Brad started kissing his ass cheeks. He licked and suckled all over one, then the other until they felt slick. Then he felt Brad’s tongue wriggling at the top of his crack and he shivered. Brad teased slowly down his crack, and Connor humped the bed in anticipation. Brad would lick down a ways, inching towards his hole, then begin working back up a little bit. It was so frustrating, Connor’s ass was on fire, his hole wanted Brad’s wet tongue more than anything.
“Please…” Connor whined.
At Connor’s pleading note, Brad gave in, suddenly assaulting Connor’s hole with his tongue. Connor gasped, seeing stars behind his closed eyes. Brad’s tongue lapped rapidly at him, he jumped but Brad’s strong arms kept him in place. The wet noises Brad made were such a turn on, Connor imagined how sloppy Brad was making his hole and he loved it. Then Brad’s tongue plunged suddenly inside of him, his hole accepting it easily.
“Fuck… yes daddy I love that… That’s so… fucking good.” Connor didn’t want it to end. He wanted Brad to lick and slurp him all night until he passed out. He humped against the bed, feeling a wet puddle where his cock was leaking against the sheets. He felt Brad pull back, and spread his cheeks wide open with his hands.
“Such a perfect hole, the perfect wife pussy for me. I can’t wait to take your cherry, make you mine with my cock.” Then he heard and felt Brad spit on his hole, and dive back in with his tongue.
“Fuck… You’re so hot,” He said, gasping for breath. He felt like such a slut, he was slamming his ass backwards now into Brad’s face, wanting him deeper, wanting that tongue to fill all of him. He wanted Brad to fuck him now, wanted to watch his face as he sank into Connor’s pussy, pretending to be his slutty wife. Brad kept up his teasing and plunging of Connor’s hole, until Connor was quivering, his curling toes beginning to cramp.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Brad said, “I need you.”
Brad flipped Connor over violently, then reached over to grab lube from the nightstand. Connor reached out and grabbed Brad’s cock where it dangled, needing to feel it. He stroked it, amazed at its heat. Brad groaned and fumbled at the lube bottle, finally getting it and getting between Connor’s legs.
“I want you to get me ready for you, put out your hands.” Brad commanded.
Connor obeyed, sticking out both hands. Brad drenched them in lube and set down the bottle. Connor began slowly and lovingly stroking Brad’s fat cock, he loved the way it glistened, slick and shiny. He looked up at Brad for approval.
“Now yourself.”
“Myself?” Connor asked uncertainly.
“Get your pussy nice and slick, be a good wife.” Brad grabbed Connor’s ankles and brought them to his shoulders, forcing Connor’s ass up.
Uncertainly Connor lowered his hands between his legs, he hadn’t done this before. He rubbed lube all over his hole with one hand, there was so much on him. He was watching Brad’s face the whole time, and the older man was staring hungrily at his pussy. Connor slowly pressed one finger against his hole, out and then back in, feeling the slickness spread. He rubbed around his lube drenched hole again, and stuck his finger in further.
“Fuck you are so sexy, playing with your pussy for daddy.”
Connor moaned, feeling so slutty, and stuck his finger in again and again, until he felt slick and ready. He pulled his hands away, and took a deep breath. Brad grabbed his own cock and pressed it against Connor’s hole.
“Oh fuck,” Connor whispered.
“Are you ready to be my wife? Ready to feel my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes, please, fuck my pussy.” Connor wanted nothing more than for Brad to impale him.
Instead Brad pressed gently, his cock head squeezing inside of Connor, he was watching Connor’s face intently, hungrily.
“More, please!” Connor begged.
“Mmm fuck yes baby, you feel so good.” Brad sank himself in further, steadily until he bottomed out. Connor felt Brad’s heavy balls against him, and Brad leaned in to be face to face.
“Do you know how perfect your pussy feels? Like it was meant for me, such a perfect fucking sleeve for my cock.”
“Oh, fuck!” Connor felt so full, he loved it, loved Brad talking to him like a girl.
“I’m so glad you’re mine.” Brad pulled out a bit and then sank back in.
“Ooooooh” Connor moaned, wrapping his legs around Brad’s ass.
“I love hearing your girly moans, love what my cock is doing to you. Making you submissive to me, my perfect little slut in heat.” Brad began pumping in and out.
Connor didn’t hold back, he moaned in pleasure, loudly and without caring. It felt so fucking good, Brad’s cock stretching his hole, filling his insides.
“I’m so glad you’re my little wife, my little fuck toy to have all night.”
“Ooh… fuck it feels so good. I love it.”
“Mmmm I fucking love you baby.”
Connor’s eyes opened, that was something he didn’t know how to respond to. Brad lowered himself to Connor’s ear.
“It’s just the roleplay, play along it just makes it hotter,” Brad whispered in a casual tone, before sliding his tongue into Connor’s ear and pumping into him again.
Connor’s thoughts rushed, but it was just roleplay right? It felt so hot pretending to be Brad’s wife like this.
“Mmmm fuck I love you too.” He moaned.
His words had an immediate effect on Brad, who began humping him even faster. He pulled out, then slammed back into Connor’s ass faster than before. Each slam made Connor half grunt, half scream. He was writhing on the bed, and Brad was sucking at his neck while he fucked him. Connor could barely breathe, barely think straight, the sensation of Brad’s cocking ramming him again and again was so intense.
“I fuck love you so much wifey, I’m so happy you’re mine.” Brad was breathing hard, and nearly shouted this. He pushed himself up and his face was hovering over Connor’s.
“Fuck yes, fuck me daddy, make this pussy yours.” Connor was staring into Brad’s eyes, and he reached down to stroke himself, wanting to cum with Brad.
“Fuck you are so sexy, I need to breed you, I want to fill your belly up.”
“Fuck yes, breed me.” Connor said
“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.” Brad grunted. “I want to fill you up again and again, get you pregnant, make you swell.”
That thought was like fireworks in Connor’s mind, he cried out and began to cum. His legs kicked and his whole body bucked as he came, spurting load after load onto his belly. Brad’s cock slamming him over and over again, feeling like it was driving the cum out of him, was so intense. It seemed to last forever, milking himself as more and more cum poured out of him. He felt Brad tensing, heard his grunting, and knew he was being filled up at the same time. He finally let go of his cock and collapsed backwards, feeling weak and drained.
Brad collapsed onto him, breathing heavily and kissing his chest. It felt so wonderful, Connor lifted his shaking arms to stroke Brad’s back, loving how his hot hairy flesh felt. Brad’s cock inside of him felt invasive, but not unwelcome. His head was reeling and he wanted to stay like this all night, with Brad inside of him, kissing and loving him.
Brad kissed up to his face, and started placing gentle, delicate kisses on his chin, his cheeks, and his lips. He was too tired to kiss back, but just basked in the man’s attention.
“You were wonderful, that was the hardest I’ve ever cum.” Brad whispered huskily.
“Oh my god.” Connor felt so proud. “It felt so fucking good, you are so hot.”
They kissed more passionately, Connor felt Brad’s cock twitch inside of him and loved the sensation. Then Brad pulled away, and slipped out of Connor’s ass, making him feel empty.
“That was a wonderful start to our honeymoon.” Brad laughed.
“I’ll say,” Connor said dreamily. He stretched out like a cat on the silken sheets, feeling like he could fall asleep. Brad left and came back with a towel, he leaned over and cleaned Connor’s stomach and between his legs.
“Thank you daddy,” Connor said, feeling pampered and spoiled.
Brad lay down next to him, and began stroking Connor’s chest and stomach lazily with one hand.
“Shall we watch a movie?” Brad asked. “Recharge before round two?”
Connor was amazed, the man was a machine. He was feeling beat and tired, but didn’t want to disappoint Brad.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
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They smoked a joint and started a movie on the love seat downstairs, cuddled up together with Connor laying on Brad’s chest. Between the wine, weed and sex Connor felt more relaxed than he could ever remember. They only made it halfway through the movie when Brad began rubbing his back, and Connor felt Brad’s cock beginning to stiffen against him. He acted coy, like he didn’t notice, thrilled at playing hard to get. Brad became more insistent, squeezing and massaging Connor’s back and grinding his cock against him. Eventually Connor gave in, turning over to face Brad fully.
“Ready?”
Brad pulled him in for a kiss, and they melted together. Their hands stroking each other’s bodies, and their hard cocks grinding together. They made love there on the couch, Connor sitting on Brad’s lap facing him, but Brad doing most of the work. He thrust again and again into Connor, grunting and licking at his chest.
“Oh fuck, you’re ass is so perfect,” Brad whispered.
“Yes daddy, this feels so fucking good.”
“I need you, I need this ass forever.”
“It’s yours! Take it!”
Brad came first, then he jerked Connor off telling him what a sweet wife he was, promising to fill him with so many loads that weekend. He said he wanted to send him home with a swollen belly and Connor blew his load all over Brad’s chest.
They cleaned up, and Brad had to support Connor up the stairs. He had a spare toothbrush for Connor, and a matching pair of silky red boxers for Connor to sleep in. Connor’s head was spinning when he finally crawled into the bed. He felt Brad get into next to him, and curl him up next to him as the big spoon.
“Is it ok if I hold you like this all night?”
Connor felt so safe and protected in the older man’s arm.
“Of course, it feels so nice… so warm”.
Brad’s hand pulled Connor into him, he felt Brad’s belly pressing against the small of his back. Brad leaned in and gently kissed his neck, Connor sighed in appreciation.
“I love having you here, love going to bed with you,” Brad whispered in his ear.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
“I love you Connor.”
“I love you too Brad.”
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The next morning Connor woke up in Brad’s arms, but he was surprised at how normal it felt. He pressed himself against the older man, and was gratified to feel Brad’s hands run along his body. His cock began to stiffen but he just wanted to enjoy the feeling. The sound of light rain outside and the warmth of Brad’s bed made him want to stay all day.
“Good morning, sleep well?” Brad asked.
“Yea…” Connor said shyly.
“Me too.” Brad began kissing his neck, but gently and Connor just lay there enjoying the sensation. Last night had been incredible, he was playing it over in his mind when suddenly he remembered Sara. He started and began to pull away from Brad.
“What’s wrong?”
“My phone, I should’ve checked it last night.”
“Oh yea. I brought your clothes up, they’re over there.”
Connor got his phone and saw he had a couple of texts from last night. Sara had texted a link about nursery tips, and then a “Good night, hope you’re having fun.”
Not too bad, but he felt ashamed. How could he have forgotten last night? He had drank too much, he needed to be more careful.
“Everything ok?” Brad asked.
“Yea…” Connor said, coming back to bed with his phone, feeling unsure of himself.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“Oh… I don’t know.”
“I’ve got some pastries, I’ll make us some omelettes to go with them.”
“Ok, that sounds nice.”
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Connor enjoyed their morning together. Brad had a spare robe for him, and he sat drinking coffee, chatting with Brad while he cooked. The omelet was delicious and they sat long after enjoying their coffee and talking.
“I should go home, take a shower.” Connor felt like he needed to keep appearances up, and he wanted some time to think. He shouldn’t have gotten so carried away last night. He was looking forward to doing this again tonight, his cock stiffening at the thought, but he needed to be more careful. He wouldn’t drink so much he promised himself.
“You sure, you could shower here? We could shower together…” Brad winked as he said this, and Connor felt his resolve weakening.
“No really, I should. I’ll text you after I get cleaned up.”
“Don’t take too long, or I’ll come looking for you.”
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Connor had gotten redressed in his clothes from yesterday and stepped outside. The light rain had increased to a steady pour, and he figured he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him leave. Back at home he sat for a bit, reflecting on the previous night. He was embarrassed about some of the things he had said, and blushed remembering what Brad had said to him. Wanting to make his belly swell, get him pregnant? Had that really happened?
He shook himself and headed for the bathroom to start the shower. He was filled with nervous anticipation for the day, but couldn’t deny his excitement. He checked his phone again, feeling guilty he decided he had to text Sara.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t say goodnight. Got wrapped up in the movie. How’s it going?”
He noticed his battery was below twenty percent and set it on the charger on his nightstand. He picked out fresh clothes for the day, not sure what he would do with the silk boxers, and got into the shower. The shower felt great and he stood for a long time just letting steam fill the room and the hot water pelt his body.
He spent a long time soaping himself off, wanting to be completely clean for Brad. Curiosity led his fingers down to his groin, and between his legs. He felt his hole again, it felt raw and a bit tender, and suddenly he remembered lubing himself up last night for Brad. He remembered Brad’s words and the hungry look on his face and suddenly felt so slutty.
He heard his phone ding from the bedroom, which took him out of his reverie. He finished rinsing, and stepped out and dried himself. In the mirror he saw he had a small hickey from last night. He knew he should be more upset, but it looked so sexy. He traced its outlines with his finger, loving how it marked him as Brad’s. He figured he could come up with some story to explain it away to Sara, tell her it was an allergic reaction to some new cream or something.
He was careful shaving, he knew Brad liked his cheeks to be smooth. He looked down at his pubic hair, hating it. He knew Brad would prefer him completely shaved, but he just couldn’t do it.
He opened the door to the bedroom and jumped in surprise. Brad was laying in his bed, bare chested with the sheets draped across him.
“Hi lover,” Brad said wolfishly.
“Hi.” Connor felt shocked, Brad shouldn’t be in his bed, but he couldn’t help staring at the older man’s bare chest.
“I’m sorry, I just missed you too much.”
Connor felt a thrill at that, and suddenly realized he was naked. Brad was eyeing him up greedily, and he began to get hard.
“I… thanks.”
“Join me?”
“I don’t know… it’s our bed… I don’t think we should.” Connor felt queasy but his cock continued to harden.
Connor hurried to his nightstand to check his phone, but there was nothing after all. He dismissed it as his imagination and turned back to face Brad.
“Come on, I just wanted to see your house, we can just chat,” Brad said.
“I really don’t know… let’s go back to your place.”
“Just for a bit, join me. It’s fun to be naughty.” Brad lifted the sheet and patted the bed. Connor felt helpless, it felt so wrong but it turned him on. He climbed under the raised sheet, getting close to but not touching Brad.
“There we go, that’s better.” Brad’s eyes had that hungry look that Connor knew so well, his cock stiffened more and he swallowed.
“Did you like spending the night with me?” Brad asked.
“Yea.” Connor swallowed again. “It was great.”
“I thought so too, I loved waking up with you in my arms, your perfect little body tucked up into mine.”
Connor looked away, feeling bizarre being with another man in the bed that Sara and he shared. He wanted to run away, get Brad out of the house as soon as possible, but he didn’t know what to say.
“I wish I could wake up next to you every morning.” Brad teased.
“I…”
“I’m always so horny in the morning, could use your sweet mouth to start the day.” Brad’s hand found Connor’s thigh under the blanket and he jumped.
“I… we shouldn’t…” Connor stammered.
“It’s hot though, isn’t it?” Brad began stroking his thigh. “Being here in your marital bed, I just love how nervous you are, it’s such a turn on for me.”
“Yea?” Connor’s heart was pounding, he looked back at Brad, loving the way the older man was staring at him as he stroked his thigh.
“Yes, knowing how addicted you are to me, that you’d do something so risky in your own house, it’s so hot.”
“Oh fuck.” Connor knew he was lost, that he would do whatever Brad wanted.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Brad scratched Connor’s thighs hard with his nails, and Connor gasped. “I just have to have you for myself.”
Brad leaned over and kissed Connor, and Connor gave in immediately. Their tongues writhed as Brad began to stroke Connor’s cock. It wasn’t long before he was leaking precum, and Brad teased the slit of his cock with one thumb.
“I remember how much you love being teased,” Brad whispered. “Should I tie you up again tonight, keep you on edge for hours?”
“Oh god yes.” The idea was so hot to Connor.
“Mmmm, I loved hearing you beg, hearing you say you need to cum and being in total control of you.” Brad pressed hard against Connor’s cock slit and rubbed it, and Connor whined like a bitch. He knew that Brad loved hearing it, and it only made him want to whine more.
“Please… tease and torture my cock, it’s yours,” Connor whined.
“Good boy.” Brad stuck his tongue in Connor’s ear, simultaneously teasing him with that and the slit of his cock.
“Oh fuck…” Connor was writhing in the bed, thrusting his hips. He loved how powerless he felt, the way Brad toyed with his body, like he knew every inch of it.
“I need to have total control of you Connor, it’s all I think about.” Brad whispered in his ear.
“Yes… it’s so hot.” Connor gasped.
Brad stopped teasing his slit and began stroking him slowly.
“I mean it, all I think about is you.” Brad said.
Connor stared into his eyes, feeling Brad’s intensity and unsure what to say. Brad stared searchingly into his eyes.
“I… I think about you all the time too.” Connor admitted.
“Tell me what, exactly,” Brad commanded.
“Your cock, the feeling of it entering me… Your body heat, feeling your skin on mine, your body hair, your belly pressing into me.” Brad squeezed his cock viciously, as though demanding more. “Fuck! Your cock inside me, your cum filling me, it’s so fucking hot.”
“Good boy.” Brad shifted down the bed and lifted Connor’s legs. He began kissing his calf, then down his thigh, and finally licking down to Connor’s hole. Without any build up Brad began licking and teasing Connor’s hole and he gasped.
“Oh fuck!” Connor cried out. Brad kept licking and wriggling his tongue against Connor’s hole as fast as he could. The sensation was almost ticklish, and Connor wriggled his hips on the bed, loving the attention. Brad kept up his assault, and Connor’s cock twitched. He wanted to stroke it, but also didn’t want to risk cumming, he wanted this to last. After a while Connor’s gasps and moans devolved into a murmuring whine that came quietly from his throat.
This lasted so long Connor lost track of time, and when Brad knelt up he thought he was finally going to get fucked. Instead Brad pulled his ass up into the air, so Connor was almost bent in half. At this angle, with his crotch almost dangling above his head, he could watch as Brad continued to assault his hole with his mouth.
Connor couldn’t look away from Brad’s eyes as he continued to lick and dive his tongue into Connor’s slick hole. Brad was staring at him with a passion and hunger that seemed stronger than ever before. A bead of pre-cum elongated and hung from Connor’s cock, dripping down as he continued to writhe and moan. Brad was making his ass feel so fucking good.
Occasionally he noticed Brad’s eyes darting to the night stand, like he was checking the time, which seemed ridiculous. He stopped even noticing that though, closing his eyes as Brad continued probing his tongue into him and wriggling it around. He had never had his ass eaten this long and it was driving him crazy.
“Please…” He whispered, not wanting Brad’s tongue out, but needing more, needing the fullness of Brad’s cock inside of him.
Brad pulled his face away, it was covered in spit, his lips and chin were shiny with it. Connor saw that his own hole was as well, completely sopping with Brad’s spit. He was so turned on by that.
“You ready for me to fuck you in your bed?” Brad asked.
“Please,” Connor begged, he almost felt like screaming.
Brad produced his lube bottle from somewhere and quickly lubed up his cock. Connor panted and moaned in anticipation, propping his ass up, presenting himself. Brad smiled wolfishly at that, and quickly lubed up Connor’s hole more with his finger.
“Fuck your pussy is so wet for me,” Brad growled.
“Please, I can’t wait… fuck me.”
“Such a good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.” Brad lined his cock up with Connor’s proffered hole and rubbed it against it, teasing him.
“Please.” This almost came out angrily, Connor was so worked up, he couldn’t wait anymore.
Brad pressed into him, easily sliding his full length into Connor’s willing ass. Connor felt his toes twitching as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a girlish sigh.
“There we go, that’s what you needed.” Brad said.
“Fuck yes…” Connor finally felt content.
“You need my cock baby, your ass is hungry for it.”
“Yes… I feel so empty when you’re not inside me.” Connor knew this was true.
“Fuck that’s so sexy, you are so perfect.” Brad’s hands groped Connor’s chest as he ground his cock in and out of Connor’s hole. Connor sighed as Brad teased his nipples, loving how powerful Brad felt.
“Fuck that’s good.” Connor wrapped his legs around Brad, pulling him to him, wanting all of him.
“Daddy wants to make you feel good. Make you my full time slut.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Daddy wants to dress you, shave you, make you a perfect fuck pet.” Brad began methodically working his cock in and out of Connor as he said this.
“Oh fuck, yes that’s so hot.”
“You can sleep in daddy’s bed, live with him, be his wifey.” Brad bottomed out in Connor’s ass and groaned loudly. Hearing Brad enjoying his ass was such a turn on and Connor reached for his cock, wanting them to cum together.
“Not yet,” Brad said sternly, grabbing Connor’s hand and pulling it away from his cock. “I want this to last baby, I want to hear you say you need me.”
“I do… I need you!” Connor cried.
“Here, I want you to take a hit of poppers.” Brad produced the bottle from somewhere. Cononor was surprised, he hadn’t really needed them since he’d gotten used to Brad’s cock but fuck it, he loved the head rush too. He took a deep whiff and felt the familiar sensation, his body relaxing and the head rush.
“Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes and focused on Brad’s cock as it slid in and out of him.
“There we go.” Brad picked up his pace, slamming in and out of Connor slightly faster.
“Oh shit, that feels so good,” Connor moaned.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” Brad was nearly shouting.
“Fuck yes, your dick feel so good.” Connor responded.
“Do you want to be my perfect little wifey? Take my seed whenever I want?”
“Fuck yes, fill my ass!”
“Fuck it feels so good,” Brad boomed. “You want my cum? Want me to fill you up, make your belly swell?”
“Yes! Fucking fill me with cum!” Connor’s head spun. Brad was offering him the bottle again and he took a small whiff.
“Good girl. I’m gonna breed your ass, make you mine forever, get you pregnant!”
“Oh fuck!” Connor’s head was swimming, the sensation of Brad’s cock slamming in and out of him had him on the edge, like he was going to cum.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you, to make you pregnant. I love you!” Brad shouted, he was so passionate. Connor bucked against him, wanting to make Brad cum.
“I love you! Fucking fill me! Please cum in me!”
“Connor?” came a voice from behind Brad, and Connor’s head spun. What was that sound?
“Connor?” It repeated, and Connor recognized Sara’s voice. He was confused, his head spun, Sara wasn’t here, he was with Brad.
Brad had slowed, but had not stopped his pounding. He was looking backwards over his shoulder. Connor leaned over to look past the man and saw Sara standing in the door of their room, her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide with shock.
“I texted… the garage sale was rained out.” She stammered.
“Sara… I…” Connor’s head was swimming, he had to tell her it wasn’t what it seemed. “I can…”
At that moment Brad’s cock directly hit his prostate and he moaned uncontrollably.
“You… You said you loved him.” Sara’s voice was flat, she seemed to be staring through Connor, and he struggled to focus on her.
“No… it’s just… we were just…” Brad’s hand reached down and began stroking Connor’s cock, he had turned back to face Connor and was smiling gently at him. Connor wanted to protest, he had to talk but it felt so good.
“Just give us a second.” Brad said casually. “He needs to cum, he’s all worked up.”
He stroked violently at Connor’s cock, and Connor lost his ability to speak. He stared at Sara, his mouth quivering around unformed words as he came, his body shook as Brad’s cock plunged in and out while he erupted. He thrust his hips up uncontrollably, fucking against Brad’s hand as it milked him dry.
“I…” He tried to say, as cum continued to dribble out of his cock.
“No… I can’t believe what you said.” Sara was shaking as she spoke. “How could you do this?”
“I… no…” Connor couldn’t speak. Brad was still filling him and his senses were overloaded. He couldn’t believe this was real.
“I can’t, I have to go.” Sara turned and walked out.
“I…” Connor said.
“It’s ok baby,” Brad said gently. “She had to find out sooner or later.”
“She did?” Connor asked dumbly. Brad was still thrusting in and out of him, and Connor’s mind couldn’t focus.
“Yes, we’re meant to be together, you know it. What we have is too special.” Brad picked up his pace, and began grunting.
“Oh god.” Connor felt despair, but he knew Brad had to cum. He lay there as Brad emptied himself into his ass, his mind racing about what he should do.
Brad collapsed onto him, and Connor stroked his back without thinking about it. His fingers tracing through the older man’s coarse back hair. He struggled with focusing, where was Sara? Brad began kissing his chest, then worked his way up to Connor’s face.
“It’s me and you now, we can be together, you can be my perfect little wifey. Sleeping together every night, no more hiding, we can be what we are.”
Connor felt relief, knowing Brad was right, knowing he wanted nothing else than to be with Brad.
“I love you.” Connor whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
“I love you.” Brad kissed him, and Connor moaned quietly, feeling the weight of the man he loved pressing him into the bed. He didn’t want to ever get out from under him, he wanted to feel this way forever…
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