The rest of the afternoon dragged like wet cement in my head. I could still taste Jack’s cum down my throat from earlier, that thick salty flood he had pumped while the water pounded my back. My hole kept clenching every time I remembered his tongue pushing inside me, beard scraping my thighs, finger curling against that spot until I shot untouched onto the tile. I stayed upstairs in the guest room most of the day, trying to calm down, but my cock refused to soften completely. Every shift of my hips reminded me how empty I felt without him stretching me open.
By evening the house smelled like grilled meat and charcoal. Jack was out back at the grill, shirtless as always. Sweat glistened on his hairy chest and ran in slow lines down the ridges of his abs. He flipped steaks with a pair of tongs, biceps popping every time he moved. Travis and Danny wandered out from the living room, still red-eyed and loose from the smoke they had been pulling on all day. They laughed too loud at nothing, slapping each other on the back like idiots.
Jack called us to the table. I sat across from him. He passed me a plate first. His fingers brushed mine longer than necessary. When he leaned over to grab the salt, his eyes locked on mine for a second. That small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth under the beard. He did not say anything, but the look said everything. My cock stayed half-hard under the table the whole meal. I barely tasted the steak.
After dinner Travis stretched and yawned. His voice still carried that lazy stoned drawl. “Movie night, boys. Old-school horror flick.”
Danny nodded, already shuffling toward the living room. “Hell yeah. Something with blood and tits.”
Jack chuckled low. “You two pick. I will clean up.”
I helped Jack carry plates inside. In the kitchen he turned to me while the water ran in the sink. His voice dropped. “You have been quiet all night, kid. Thinking about what is coming?”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Sorta”
He dried his hands on a towel. Stepped close enough that I could smell the charcoal smoke clinging to his skin. “Good. Keep that pink little hole ready for me.”
He walked out before I could answer.
We ended up in the living room. Travis and Danny claimed the floor in front of the couch. They piled pillows behind their backs and leaned against the front edge. Jack sat dead center of the couch. He did not slide over to make room. Just spread his thick thighs wide and took up most of the middle cushion. That left me no choice but to squeeze in right next to him. Our hips pressed together immediately. Heat poured off his body through his shorts.
Travis got up to grab blankets from the closet because the AC was cranked. Jack called after him casually. “Son, grab us two as well.”
Travis came back with thick fleece throws. He tossed one to Jack. Jack caught it one-handed. Draped it over his own lap first, then pulled it across to cover me too. His hand lingered on my thigh for a second under the fabric. “Here, this’ll keep you warm.”
I nodded. Could not speak. My cock was already thickening again just from the weight of his hairy leg against mine.
The movie started. Lights dimmed to almost nothing. The screen glowed blue and red with jump scares and fake blood. Travis and Danny got louder right away. They shouted at every cheap scare, tossed popcorn at the screen, laughed like hyenas when someone got sliced open. They were too stoned and too engrossed to notice anything else.
Under the blanket Jack’s thigh pressed harder against mine. Hot. Hairy. Solid muscle. I could feel every shift of his leg. Every flex. My cock jumped and stayed hard. He did not move it away. Just let the pressure build until I was leaking into my shorts.
Fifteen minutes in his hand drifted under the blanket. Rested high on my thigh. Fingers squeezed once. Then slid higher. Palm cupped my full hard-on through the thin fabric. Slow rub. Thumb circled the head over my shorts. Spread the wet spot wider. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet. My hips wanted to buck but I forced them still.
Jack leaned in slightly. Beard brushed my ear. His whisper was so low only I could hear it over the movie soundtrack. “Should I fuck you right here in front of your friends? Bend you over this couch while they watch the screen? Or wait until they pass out so I can take my time stretching that tight pussy hole?”
I whimpered. Could not reply. My cock throbbed harder in his palm. I looked at him with wide desperate eyes. He gave me that slow dangerous smirk.
His hand moved under the blanket toward his own crotch. Slow deliberate movements. Clearly stroking himself. He gave me a dark look. Nodded once. Gesture clear: feel it.
I glanced at Travis and Danny. They had slid lower on the floor now. Laid back against pillows. Eyes glued to a particularly gory scene. Too engrossed to notice anything.
My hand slipped under the blanket. Reached toward Jack’s crotch. Found his cock already out through the fly of his shorts. Rock-hard. Thick. Leaking. The head was dripping with pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Thumb circled the head. Spread the wetness in slow circles. Jack’s abs flexed under my touch. A low grunt muffled by the movie explosions.
“Shit,” I murmured. Half moan. Barely audible.
Jack whispered again. Voice rough and close. “Lick the pre-cum.”
I pulled my hand out slowly. Brought it to my mouth. Licked my thumb clean. Sucked it deep. Tasted him again. Salty. Thick. Addictive. My cock throbbed painfully. Turned on beyond reason.
Jack’s hand moved again. Near my hip. I adjusted. Lifted my hips slightly under the blanket. His hand slid back. Pushed inside my underwear from behind. Middle finger found my hole. He pushed his finger in slowly and crooked against my prostate on the first stroke.
My hips jerked. Almost gasped out loud. Jack shushed me with a low “Shhh…” Finger still buried inside. Rubbing that spot on every slow thrust.
Travis interrupted mid-moan. Turned back suddenly. “Dad, can you make us some popcorn? The bowl is empty.”
Jack did not miss a beat. Kept fingering me under the blanket. Slow steady pumps while his son was oblivious that his dad was fingering his best friend.
With a calm voice, Jack replied. “Sure, son.”
Travis turned back to the screen. Jack kept going. Finger fucking me quietly. Prostate rubbed on every pass. I bit my fist to stay silent. Hole clenching around him. Cock leaking steady streams into my shorts.
Jack finally pulled his finger out slowly. Left me gaping and desperate. Tucked his cock back into his shorts. Heavy bulge obvious. Stood up casually.
Walked to the kitchen. I watched every step. He stood at the counter. Back to the living room. Pulled his cock out again. Slapped the thick length against the granite once. Loud enough that I heard the wet smack over the movie.
I gestured frantically from the couch.
Stop.
He turned just enough. Gave me a slow wicked smirk. Tucked himself back. Popped popcorn in the microwave.
Came back with the bowl. Handed it to Travis. Then stretched. Said casually. “I am heading to bed. You boys have fun.”
He walked toward the stairs. At the foot he glanced back at me. Small nod. “Come up.”
Jack disappeared upstairs.
Fifteen minutes later the movie was still playing. Travis and Danny had gone quiet. Both snoring lightly on the floor now. Pillows under their heads. Popcorn bowl tipped over between them. The screen flickered with blood and shadows.
I could not stop thinking about Jack upstairs. Waiting. Naked. Hard. Ready to fuck me. The promise from the shower burned through me. “Tonight. After Travis crashes. My bed. No more teasing. I am going to fuck you properly.” My hole clenched at the memory of his finger. Still empty. Cock throbbed painfully in my shorts. Leaking steady. I shifted under the blanket. Tried to calm down. Failed.
I watched Travis and Danny for another minute. Their breathing deep and even. Stoned out of their minds. No chance of waking up soon.
I slipped off the couch. Quiet as I could. Heart slamming against my ribs. Crept toward the stairs. Every step felt too loud. The movie soundtrack covered most of it. Gunshots. Screams. Perfect camouflage.
Upstairs the hallway was dark except for the soft light spilling from Jack’s cracked door at the end. I pushed it open slowly.
Jack was inside. Naked on the bed with his legs spread wide. His cock was hard and leaking. He stroked himself slowly. Thick shaft glistening with pre-cum. Abs flexed with every upstroke. Hairy chest rising and falling steady. Blue eyes locked on me the second I stepped in.
His voice came out low and rough. Pure command.
“Get over here, boy.”
I closed the door behind me. Turned the lock with a soft click and stepped toward the bed. Cock throbbing. Hole still tingling from his finger. Knowing tonight everything changes.
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