Busted and cornered
Jan 23
They were friends since first grade and by the time they turned eighteen, they were boyfriend and girlfriend and, since my wife and I had grown so fond of Trent, we had no problem with him being in love with our daughter. He was a very good-looking blond young man who had almost become the son we never had. Trent's mother was my wife's friend from church and she apparently had no problem with what his son and our daughter's friendship had turned out to be. He had almost become part of the family and, since his mother was very busy and he was the only child, he would sometimes spend the whole day at our house only to go back at sunset when his mother would be back. One thing I liked about the boy was he was quite flexible and free-spirited and would help around the house, helping my daughter in the kitchen and sometimes he would join me in the garden and help around with a few things.
On one of his numerous visits, he accidentally ran into something, something that changed everything. There was this twenty-three year old openly gay young man named Ray who lived a number of streets from ours I had met at the bar a few months prior and struck a chord with. One day I made a terrible mistake of inviting him over to the house since my wife and daughter had travelled out of town for some big church conference and wouldn't be back until three days later. Though happily married, I sometimes desired to fool around with men and had had a number of not-so-clean encounters with men and all of them were older than Ray. The young man did come over and one thing led to another until we were both half-naked making out on the couch in the living room. I thought the course was clear for me to be all free and foolish: my wife and daughter were out of town and I assumed that since my wife had told me that Mrs Richards(Trent's mother) was also going for the conference, she would also take her son with her. I was wrong and only discovered it when the front door opened to a half-naked foolish me all over some random young man. What the hell!
"Mr Reynolds! What the...!" was all the boy could say as he, mouth open in shock, froze with the door knob in hand.
The embarrassing scene saw Ray and I scampering into our clothes while the boy almost nonchalantly made for my daughter's room where he, according to him, had left some kind of book they had been using the previous day for study. I could have been offended at some boy from across the street barging into our living room and, despite having unearthed a dirty secret, still invaded further into the awkwardness of the moment all in the name of getting some damn book. But this was Trent Richards, a boy who had almost become a son we never had!
Ray, in a fit of shame, sneaked out of the embarrassing situation while I made for my daughter's room where I was welcome with the incriminating sight of a boy seated on a chair arms folded giving me an intent disappointed look that seemed to say, 'Never expected that from you.'
"How could you do that to Mrs Reynolds", he later let it all out and I had no answer to that. Sheer shame just wrapped me up and I found myself begging the boy to keep what he had seen to himself and even promised to give him anything in exchange.
After giving me another long patient look of disappointment, he promised he wouldn't divulge the secret to my daughter or anyone else but not without a price.
"You said you can do anything for me if I keep your secret?" the boy asked and I could perceive some devious intentional look take over his smooth pretty face.
"Yes, you can go ahead", I blurted out my desperation.
The boy, for a moment, gave me a thoughtful piercing look before asserting, "Hope you won't get mad."
"I won't", I readily assured and I meant every word of it. How couId I risk getting mad at a boy who had, surprisedly, been easy on me and agreed to keep such a consequential secret. He was a good boy and deserved pretty much anything he wanted from me.
"Okay, sir", he said as he unfolded his arms and slightly leaned over before stabbing me with yet another thoughtful look and said, "I also want to do with you what you were doing with that man."
I could hardly believe my ears as a strange feeling very close to shock pervaded my chest sending some unsettling sensation down into my belly. What was happening? Maybe I had heard wrong and I kind of wished I had, but as I looked into Trent's face, there was this willful look to it that crushed down on my hope that I hadn't heard right.
"What do you...?"
The boy couldn't allow me to finish as he repeated, "I want to do with you what you were doing with him", and this time his voice had taken on a disarming touch of stubbornness. This was not a dream! Oh my goodness! It had never crossed my mind that one day the young man and I would be caught up in such a tabooistic deal with me having no choice but to play along if I wanted him to keep his mouth shut. For a moment, I looked square into his face and I couldn't help see how beautiful the boy was especially when getting all naughty and deviant. Oh my! I never thought this day would come when I would be cornered into commiting such a moral felony with my daughter's boyfriend.
'I want to do with you what you were doing with him', his words kept lingering in my mind. Did the boy know what he was asking for? Did he have any idea that what he had seen had been just a warm-up to an intense game of rage, enduring passion and fierce pounding: I knew what I was capable of once the beast in me got aroused. Only if he had foreseen what I had planned for Ray's hole, he would have been treading carefully. But I knew he hadn't hence his demand.
"But you know you are like a...?" I tried to reason out of the precarious scene but it seemed the boy wouldn't have any of that as he interjected almost emphatically:
"I'm your daughter's boyfriend, not your son" he countered putting a poignant stress on the 'not your son' part and I knew this trap was just as inescapable as it was enticing. The boy was so cute and sweet(that, I knew) but I was new to this deviously naughty side of him, a side that apparently had always been there but had been locked in behind that innocent cage of boy charm. As I came to think of it, the incident had injected into the boy the audacity to let it out riding on my desperation to buy his loyalty to his promise. Was there another way out? I couldn't see any other than to dance according to the boy's tune which, by the way, demanded a divorce between me and my conscience. Fucking my daughter's boyfriend! I felt like I was commiting a moral felony worse than that which I had committed with the young man who had just disappeared into a puff of shame.
" Come on, Trent, you can't possibly expect me to...", I tried to squeeze out of the heavily enticing mess but the young man was too adamant to tolerate any reasoning that was short of affirmative to his demand.
"Okay, forget it then", the boy said almost protestingly as he made to rise to his feet. It was at that point that I realized that it was now or never. It's either I gave in or gave myself away: the choice was mine. I knew I had seen some flash of what looked like rebellion on his face as he snapped out of the negotiation and understood that my secret had suddenly become vulnerable in the wounded care of the boy.
I grabbed his wrist as he was about to storm out of the deal and tugged him down back to the chair and as soon as he had plopped back into it, our eyes locked and remained as silence reconciled my desperation with his unwavering demand for what he wanted. I knew the boy was very cute but as his little face sucked me deeper into the moment, for the first time, I felt strangely drawn to him, not in the way a father is drawn to his potential son-in-law but almost in the same way that this father had been drawn to Ray, the slut that had just disappeared from the scene.
"Come here", I heard the other side of me say, apparently that side that was totally defiant to the whispers of conscience but loyal to those of need.
The chair was readily rendered empty as the warm chunk of young mischief lowered itself beside me on my daughter's bed, slipped into the welcoming embrace of wounded dignity before two bodies, decades apart, entangled into a bundle of consent to the demand of each's need. I needed his loyalty to his promise and he needed me to earn it in the way he had personally prescribed: to take him in as my new partner in mischief. As the warmth of his tenderness permeated through me, I could feel the whispers of my guilted conscience muffled up by his argument that had clung tightly to some spot in my mind: I was just his girlfriend's father, so, deductively , there was no blood relation between the two of us. On top of that, he was eighteen: we had just celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago. Oh my, I had never fooled around with someone so young and promisingly tasty!
I could almost hear new whispers gradually taking over every ounce of my will, whispers of deviance and desire, and as if they had oscillated into the boy, his face swept up through the charging-up ambiance in search of mine which was not very hard to find. As soon as our eyes collided, our faces gradually closed in on each other until breath merged breath and flesh brushed against flesh. With his face zoomed in generously close to mine, I finally admitted to myself that I had all along been drawn to the boy but had, for the sake of fatherly dignity, desperately held on to the ropes of denial. However, now it seemed the ropes were slipping out of my grip by the second as my lips brushed against his again while his breath melted off what remained of my restraint before, with the weight of solid decision, they heavily descended on his slightly parted lips and this time they remained as they, by every passing second, consolidated their possession of the pink chunk of welcoming warmth.
As my kiss deepened on him, the boy began to kiss back until our tongues found each other setting off a quiet moment of slow yielding desire and as each second passed through the seething moment, I knew the boy's request had been granted and his demands met: this was not going to end before he got exactly what he had asked for. Every ounce of my body submitted to the moment and I could feel my cock begin to rise as I savoured each gulp of boyish sweetness that came with each kiss.
My hand slid down to his back and started to go up and down the long tender slate of lavish youth until it trespassed further down below his waist. The boy moaned into my mouth as my greedy hand demanded more and barged through the elastic of his blue shorts to get it. I groaned in a fit of swelling lust as my hand met the smooth firm flesh that had long enticed me behind his tight-fitting fabrics though I always quickly smothered off the tempting thoughts everytime I realized that the boy had almost become part of the family by virtue of being my daughter's boyfriend. Now it seemed that sobering thought had been murdered by the riotous lust that was broiling all over me as I warmed up my way into completely owning the boy and by owning him, I knew what that meant and the beast behind my zipper was already giving a clue — a hard throbbing clue.
My hand was all over what it could conveniently access of his white young ass since he was sitting over the rest of it but as my middle finger squeezed through his smooth crack, triggering a harder throb of my dick, I knew I wanted all of it.
"Take off your clothes", I whispered into his parted lips as our lips broke up to usher in the next phase of our little unforeseen carnal game.
With a nod as his eyes clouded up in dirty anticipation, the boy retreated from my embrace and slipped out of his blue t-shirt before giving me a look that seemed to ask, 'Do you want to see more of me?' I did and I nodded out my answer.
My heart beat faster and my dick throbbed harder as his little hands claimed the elastic waistband of his shorts before pulling them down in one slow swoop before they dropped down to his feet. Oh my! I was so pressed with scalding desire at the wickedly tempting sight of young vulnerability and scrambled out of my shirt before my hands found the button of my jeans and the next contribution to the flaring moment was my pants dropping down to the floor and my huge black hard rod jutting out to the challenge. The game was on!
"You are so big, Mr Reynolds", the boy said before his voice dropped down to a whisper as he added almost to himself, "Can't believe that skinny guy had all of that."
"He was about to and you can", I answered to his momentary muse and as soon as I did I couldn't help wondering if all this was really happening: me naked and engaged in such dirty talk with my daughter's boyfriend whom I had also rendered completely naked with just one instruction. Oh, boy!
The distracting thoughts were swallowed up as the boy's voice spiced up the moment of unabashed passion, "I want it."
That was it! I could feel my piss slit gathering up some moisture as my cock twitched painfully hard to the boy's confession of wanton need and I knew it was time to give it to him and teach him a lesson in humility.
"Let's go to my bedroom", I commanded as my eyes fell on his hard little dick and comparing it to mine: it was some sort of bad joke and the terrifying size gap of our two throbbing schlongs made my cock drool and my desire flare up dangerously. If I had to have this sweet chunk of lavish youth, I had to have it in my big wide bed.
The boy hoisted up his smooth slim nakedness and, stepping out of his dropped shorts, gave me one welcoming glance before taking his first step towards the destination of our little steamy rollercoaster. I grunted up my wicked anticipation as I jerked up to my feet and followed the boy.
My eyes were all over his blatantly bared-up full beautiful ass as the boy strutted out his fresh young assets with his gait as slow as it was intentional: he apparently wanted to unleash the beast in me and make it do his bidding... and it was working. Naughty boy! Since the day he was introduced as my daughter's friend as a little boy, I never imagined the young man would grow up to be such a dirty undercover slut. Indeed, looks can be deceiving!
Before we knew it, we were out of Charlotte's room and inside my bedroom with the door closed and the bed beckoning. I could vividly feel the ambiance clogged up with thick desire and I heard myself hurl out another command at the naughty boy:
"Get into bed and let me fuck you up", I said as I totally gave myself over to the pressing demands of my blazing lust. The command was as precise as it was raunchy and I followed it up with an action I knew was necessary if the boy was to obey(which I knew he would). I turned towards my wife's dressing table and grabbed her glycerin tube and when I turned back, my desire was veered out of control as my eyes fell on the sight of a boy on all fours with his ass bared, spread and ready. Oh my! The boy was really in the mood! Just in a few seconds, the boy had already curled up into the best position to take it from me. It seemed like I was hosting a totally different Trent Richards!
My eyes marauded over his smooth full ass and I couldn't help find it hundreds of times more appealing than that of all the men I had misbehaved with: so young, tender, fresh and smooth. As my stunned attention dropped and got hooked up on the pink hole the roundy appetizing piece of vibrant youthful recklessness, I was completely consumed by the urge to really taste what benevolent sweet fate had treated me to this fortunate morning. His hole was so pink, ripe and intact that I couldn't take my eyes off it as I climbed into the bed before my cock was so close and poised to his hole that I could almost feel the lust radiating from his little hole caress my plump drooling head.
I closed further in on him until my cock was pulsating over his warm ass as I bent over him and encroached my arm around his chest and slowly brought him up until the bed was heavily graced by the sight of a young boy on his knees engulfed in a huge black man's arms with his ass pushed back against huge black drooling dick. The boy tilted his face back to meet mine before our lips merged and set off a sizzling moment of smooching so deep that it was decorated by deep moans from the boy and groans from the man behind him. Boy, the feeling was mercilessly overwhelming that, after a paltry two minutes of feasting on the boy's sweet lips, I pulled back and declared, "I want to fuck you." I looked deep into his face as it received the message and I could see nothing but total surrender to whatever the aftermath of the declaration had in store for him.
I planted one last kiss on his little welcoming lips and spouted out another more specific command into his little face, "Get on your back, I want to see your beautiful face as you take my big black cock." I released him and the boy silently rolled to his back and looked up into my face with a look that seemed to say, 'I'm at your service, master.' He looked so beautiful naked and ready to serve that I couldn't wait but grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his ass and, not satisfied with the outcome, I grabbed another one and added it on top of the first and I nodded in predatory satisfaction as the boy's ass became so hoisted up that his hole was recklessly bared-up and exposed. Boy, I wanted nothing more than to just break in through that silky pink tightness and officially make the boy mine and mine alone. Just by looking at it, I could tell it was still untampered with and virgin and the thought that I was going to be the first to taste it turned me into a lustful mess and I hastily popped open the glycerin tube and squirted out as much of the colourless magic liquid as worth of the task at hand. How bad I wanted to fuck that little smooth tight hole, only the raging beast inside me knew!
Throwing the tube away, with a deep sigh of finality, I made for the prize. The boy curled himself up like a good boy he had proven himself to be as my glistening rod closed in on his little hole. The boy moaned as my plump head touched his hole and the sound, as brief as it was, was encouragement enough to push harder against the doomed hole. I pushed harder and harder against it as the boy released moans into the charged space and the feeling of his submissive hole against the plump head of my relentlessly demanding monster was so good that I groaned as my effort flared up until the boy's hole gave in and ushered my head in.
"Sir", the boy whined as I shoved in another inch into his tight virgin hole with his face now wrapped up in a look that was a blend of both fright and desire, fear and craving.
"You asked for it, boy. Be a good boy and let me in", I said as I shoved in another inch into him. There was no mercy anywhere inside me but just a pressing demand to totally subdue this young piece of trouble and completely own the hole.
I looked into his face as my generous length glided in inch by inch and I knew the boy was enduring it as much as he was savouring every bit of it. I bit my lower lip as his pretty face escalated my desire and I shoved harder into him as I gave in to the desperate need to totally fill him as quickly as possible. With a deep grunt, I curved in over him until my lips claimed his as the last inch glided in. I planted a peck on his lips before stretching myself up to witness the results of my hard work.
"Oh, boy!" I gushed out as I admired the phenomenal sight of his extremely stretched hole laboriously hosting my huge black dick with my hairy crotch sealing the deal done. This was what the boy wanted in exchange for his loyalty to our secret! But with how mercilessly overwhelming the beautiful sight of his invaded flawless full virgin ass was, I wasn't sure if I was going to be loyal to his demand to have me do with him what I had done with Ray. With the tumultuous desire broiling over me, I was sure he was going to get way more than what he had demanded.
In a fit of riotous lust, with fierce vigour, I shoved my greedy cock deeper into him even though I knew I couldn't be any deeper than I was now. The boy whined almost startlingly as I heaved with beastly lust while I heavily gyrated over his silky warm ass. "Boy, you are so sweet... I can have you the whole day... I will fuck you and fuck you so hard that you will never forget", I blurted out as the brutal smoothness rubbing against my thighs pushed me into a frenzy that saw me pulling out a generous number of inches out of his hole before I thrust them all back in so hard that the bed groaned. "Sir", the boy moaned feebly and helplessly: there was no way he was going to come out of this until I let him. I knew he had asked for this as much as I was sure he hadn't expected it to be served it to him all terrifyingly huge, scalding hot, rigorous and recklessly unrestrained.
I could hardly believe it was my potential son-in-law I was misbehaving with in this recklessly raunchy manner but as I looked into his little boyish face, I knew this was just the beginning of another phase of our relationship. I drew out my weapon a number of inches out and rammed them back in harder and the boy just groaned to the attack on his unsuspecting little hole. My tempo escalated rapidly until I was pounding his little hole so hard that the boy quietly looked into my face with his lips gaped in what looked like astonishment at the heck of a job I was doing on his little virgin hole. I think I pounded his ass non-stop for way more than an hour: his tasty silky hole was so sweet that I simply couldn't stop.
With one last thrust, I impaled him on my cock as beads of sweat decorated my face. "Boy, you are so tasty, way more tasty than..." I gushed out as the brutal sweetness of the boy rendered me forgetful of the name of the other young man who had just disappeared from the scene, Ray. Only if he (Ray) knew that the same good-looking boy who had walked in on our mischief was presently filled with my black cock and being fucked like nobody's business. My face plunged down towards his before our lips met and the boy's felt warmer and his breath hotter and I knew why: I had roasted up his ass so thoroughly that every other organ on his young nakedness had caught on the heat. We kissed deeply for almost fifteen minutes as each savoured the special moment of a once-clean relationship crossing the line and becoming something else, something that my poor wife and daughter would never suspect if we played it safe.
"I love you, Mr Reynolds", the boy muttered as soon as my lips released his and I couldn't help plant another kiss on them as I braved his totally violated tightness and pulled out my cock all the way to the head before ramming all of it back in with rigor so fierce that the boy gushed out almost cryingly, "Oh my goodness, sir!" to which I grunted out, "You need it, just be a good boy and give to me, it's mine now." I meant every word of it, that sweet little tight hole was now mine not just for today but for as long as he was still my daughter's boyfriend: seriously, how would I starve myself when I had such a delicious treat frequenting the house. This house was never going to be the same again! As the exciting thoughts of what my house had turned out to be and countless future episodes of undiluted fucking it was bound to host, my thrusts turned fiercely exacting and so rigorous that the bed quaked vehemently at each and the boy simply couldn't endure the dangerously feral action quietly but whimpered out "Sir", after every four or so attacks until I bursted out, "Boy I'm about to cum, let me drain my balls inside you."
Several loads of manjuice gushed out of my raging cock into his guts in torrents as I made sure not even a drop of it was denied the honor of being hosted by his delicious insides. With the last drop deposited deep inside him after several cum-shooting brutal thrusts, I rammed my cock deep inside him and impaled him again on my dick as I heaved and puffed from the exerting moment of officially initiating the boy into the service of taking big black dick and everything else that came with it. I was sure, once a white naughty brave boy like Trent went black, he wouldn't go back! He was now mine!
After having recovered enough from the intense moment, I pulled out of him and the boy gasped out of the prolonged captivity of black rage. I rolled clumsily on the bed and I felt so drained that my eyes just shut down as I savoured the hot-fresh memories of what the boy had just became to me and I to him: not just father and potential son-in-law but also master and serving boy.
My eyes gradually dimmed at the sight of a thoroughly serviced boy looking into my face in sheer astonishment until they shut down only to later open to see the boy deep in sleep still completely naked and I smiled in wicked triumph. The boy was the sweetest thing that had ever happened to me! After almost two hours of sleep, the boy later came around before carrying his plowed nakedness to the livingroom where our deserted clothes waited to cover up our dirty secret affair. I followed him a few minutes later before everything was back to the visible normal: father sitting on the couch watching TV and daughter's boyfriend innocently carrying some book out of the house.
From that day, every time chance presented itself, the boy would come over and we would fuck like crazy and as the boy got used to my formidable size, he grew to become a little cock-hungry fiend: he would now ride my dick like a little maniac and suck it like a pro but it always wounded up with me fucking him into total submission missionary-style. He needed to be reminded who was boss! As our secret affair deepened, the boy later confessed that he had always had a crush on me but had to play the perfect boyfriend to our daughter. Naughty boy!
We were all very careful to cover our tracks and act like there was nothing going on between us when my wife and daughter were around. Wait until they were out of the picture and the house would be turned into an inescapable den of serious man-boy raunchy monstrosities.
PS: Three years later, Trent and Charlotte married and our secret affair just died like that since it had been founded on all lust and no love, but everytime the young couple visited, I couldn't help remember hundreds of covert fucking escapades I had had with the young man and loads of cum I had spouted into him. What a welcome into the Reynolds family!
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