Five, Six, Seven, Eight
I woke up with a start, my full bladder bursting as the sounds of deep snores filled the room.
I sat up, naked, and sticky, still in the attic, on the floor surrounded by clothes and large bodies.
I stared down at my naked body, my legs beside the blonde tanned legs of Simon who was sleeping soundlessly on his front beside me. I let my eyes roam upwards, over his round ass and up his glorious back, his arms stretched up, his clean-shaven jaw resting on his one forearm.
I turned to see Cam, his rugby playing buddy, lying just on the other side of me, on his back, his limp cock still thick, lying across a giant thigh, his bulky 240-pound body a dead weight as the sounds of his snoring drifted into my ears. I watched his hairy pecs rise with the deep breathing of his relatively flat gut, one arm resting just under his nipple.
And the urge to piss made me move, or I’d stay and enjoy the unbothered sight of waking up next to these two macho young men.
Todd, nor Jake, nor Jake’s friend Nate were nowhere to be seen.
I crept quietly down the stairs, hearing every creak like a deafening blast in the still dark air, rubbing my eyes along the way down to the second floor. It didn’t even bother me that I was naked.
I knew the way instinctively to the second-floor bathroom, glancing only briefly at the door closed to Mr. O’Brien’s primary suite, stumbling past the open door to Janine’s bedroom, and then pausing at Jake’s now closed bedroom door. Inside were the sounds of snoring.
I put a hand over my abs at the pressure I was holding and quietly opened the door carefully to Jake’s bedroom. It was dark inside, and the glow of the alarm clock in the distant read 3:45 and cast a slight glow over Jake’s naked body sprawled out on top of his bed, ass up, tantalizingly so.
But there was no one else. No Todd as I suspected, and no Nate either for that matter.
I gave a second glance over at Mr. O’Brien’s room and wondered if Todd had found his drunken ass back there, negating my own secret invitation from the older hunk. Jealous, I continued on to the bathroom and closed the door quietly, the light making me squint severely as I moved to the toilet.
A sense of overwhelming relief washed over me as I flushed, and round a glass at the sink, rinsed it out and drank a full two glasses of tap water as I looked at my disheveled state in the mirror. I scratched my pec, feeling rather gross and annoyed, trying to piece together last night.
I know Cam and Simon were all over me, and Todd was clawing at me as well. The alcohol fueled me, and the rugby boys seemed hornier than ever. I don’t remember Todd leaving, or what happened to Nate and Jake.
Jake.
I pictured his muscular body now passed out on his bed, naked.
I eyed the shower and decided to clean myself up before I did anything. I let the water run, steaming up the bathroom as I drank more water and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before I stepped in. I took a long, hot shower, rinsing and cleaning, wishing I had a toothbrush even. I found a dry towel and some mouthwash under the cupboard, and played with my short dark hair till it looked relatively normal.
I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and opened the door to the hallway. Nothing had changed, and there were no sounds coming from anywhere. I couldn’t hear any sounds from Jake’s room as I stopped at it, my hand on the doorhandle, eying the closed door at the other end of the hallway to Mr. O’Brien’s room.
Chris O’Brien had said to come back. But Jake and I haven’t had any one-on-one time yet.
But where the fuck was Todd?
I frowned at Mr. O’Brien’s door and then crept quietly down the hall. If Todd was in there riding the big hulky Chris, then for sure I was going back to tackle Jake. I opened the door and slipped inside the narrow opening to step into the room so I could see the bed. I didn’t hear anything initially, except deep breathing.
No one was moving, and it only sounded like one person.
I shut the door quietly and stepped around the door frame to peer into the bedroom area. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the right side of the bed occupied by Mr. O’Brien, one giant muscled leg sticking out of the sheet, a large bare foot hanging over the edge towards me. I could see one big arm resting over the covers as the sounds of his breathing filled the quiet room.
No Todd.
No anyone.
I stood there for a moment, my towel around my waist, my dick suddenly thickening under it as I stared at the shape of the sole of his foot, pink and soft looking, the shape of his big toe larger than the rest. I took a step in further, letting the soft light from the moon cast a glow over his muscled leg. In a trance, I kept walking, my eyes fixated on his ankle, the curve of his calf, the width of his thigh until I was at the foot of the bed.
I could see the outline of his face, turned sideways on the pillow, eyes closed, long dark lashes resting against his cheek. His full lips were closed, part of his big chest uncovered as the sheet rested just under his pecs.
Even asleep he was fucking sexy.
Mr. O’Brien had always been one of those loud dads, dominant and jock-like, confident and strong. I was envious of the O’Brien kids and their dad. Never knowing my own. Never having one to be with. Here I am at 20, wishing I had a father of my own. Someone like this to teach me things, to play sports with, to simply look up to.
I stood there, silently, thinking: how many loads have I had already? Five? Six? Seven?
I heard the counting in my head. Like a song playing, matching the rhythm of my heart.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Without thinking, I moved to the left side of the bed and let my towel drop to the floor. Naked, I slid under the sheets, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping giant. I shifted into the King bed, turning on my side, my back to the man still sleeping.
His breathing didn’t change. The only other sound was the pounding of my heart. My cock was now erect, pressing into the soft sheets as I curled my body on my side. I let a smile come over me, thinking this was far better than sleeping on the floor in the attic.
I looked over my shoulder at the handsome face of Chris O’Brien, the 50-year-old father of my friend, now sleeping behind me. I moved my body closer towards him, hearing a slight shift in his breathing. It didn’t sound as deep now, but he was still asleep.
I moved closer, feeling the heat radiating from his side of the bed.
Feeling daring and dangerous, I moved closer, feeling a knee suddenly, forcing me to stop. His breathing halting for a moment as his skin touched my own. I froze, my heart skipping as I heard him take in a deep breath and he shifted in the bed.
A large hand moved, the one above the sheet as his body moved a couple inches on the bed, towards me. I felt his body graze against me, and his breathing hitched again, the hand stretching out to find my hip.
I don’t know if it was instinct, or he was asleep, but his hand seemed to explore, first finding my body above the sheet, before it slipped underneath and found my smooth skin lazily, groping for me in the bed, pulling my tinier body towards his own.
I felt him behind me, his leg now pressing into my own, his chest at my back as his hand slid around my hip and moved to my crotch.
“Mmmmmm,” I heard behind me, and the sound of his lips moving. His hand gripped me firmer, pulling me easily into him with his strong arm, his one leg moving over me, trapping me. His hand moved more, and found my naked penis. Without any hesitation, his fist wrapped around it and started to stroke it slowly.
His hips moved into my from behind, the length of his cock now hardening against my ass as his breathing changed completely.
“That you my boy?” He murmured, moving his other arm under the pillow I was using. I could feel his hot breath at my neck, causing me to make a sound of my own as his arm moved around me. I turned towards him, seeing his eyes open, his face smiling, as his body spooned mine.
“Did I wake you?” I whispered, before my mouth was covered with his, and his tongue slid into my mouth.
I was harder than ever, in the darkness of his bedroom, alone with him under the sheets in his bed. I was feeling more than I ever felt with anyone up to this point. This dad, my friend’s dad, wanting me and welcoming like this to his bed. His larger, muscled body, embracing me like this so tightly, half awake, and already wanting me.
He kept kissing me, letting his hand play with my cock as his other hand held my face to his. His body was a mind of its own, moving against me, manipulating my smaller frame easily. He was rock hard, and poking at me from behind.
And I wanted him. More so than the younger guys in this house. I couldn’t explain why, but I knew I was in his room for a reason. I wasn’t looking for Todd.
I wanted Mr. O’Brien. Alone. All to myself.
He broke our kiss to nibble at my neck and I lifted a leg up. His hand drifted from my dick to under my ass and his thick fingers brushed against my hole, causing me to moan.
“Yeah? Want me inside you boy?” He mumbled into my neck as I made a sound. “Want more cock do you?”
I responded by finding his lips with mine and pushing my ass against him. I reached down between us to grab his throbbing pole and kissed him hard. I aimed the head of his cock to my used hole and he slid in easily. He moaned into my mouth as I took him in, his hips taking over and shoving himself so deep in me I gasped and our lips parted.
“There you go! Taking another cock so easily.” His lips were at my ear and I felt his tongue probe inside as his hot breath made me shiver, but the words caught me off guard.
He held my chin in his hand and looked at me in the dark as he drove his hips back and forth into me. I stared back at him, wide mouthed, watching him watch me.
“How many of those guys fucked you tonight huh? Did that big lug Cam fuck you? Or that hot one Simon? Or did my boy Jake plow this little ass? Huh?” He grinned. “Is that why you came back? Tired of the young stallions? Need a real man’s cock, eh?” He drove himself into me so deep I gasped again, still staring at him. “Well fuck boy, you’re all mine now. I’m going to fuck you all night and make you forget about all those young studs.”
I felt my head falling backwards, but his hand held me up. My eyes closed at the sensation of him fucking my already lubed hole. His cock was thick, pumping into me slowly and deeply. My body spasmed against him. I had been fucked by a number of young guys earlier, but this, THIS was different. And he knew. He knew about Simon. And JAKE.
“Oh my god,” I moaned out, opening my eyes to see him looking at me with a smile.
“Yeah baby. You like my cock in you don’t you? Came back for more eh?” He pulled me forcefully into his face again and crashed his lips to mine, rolling me onto my stomach, plunging himself deeper into me, shoving the sheet aside. “Were you craving it when the others were using you? Huh boy? Is that why you snuck in here you little slut!?!”
He moved up onto his knees and then grabbed my leg, flipping me around again so I was on my back. He reached down and found my other ankle and pulled me up against his magnificent dad bod in the outline of the moonlight. I was on my back, his naked body lengthened above me, holding my legs spread by the ankles with a look of complete pleasure on his face. He moved into me, deeper than ever and I gasped again, putting my hands up to his hips as if that would stop him.
He fucked me fast and hard suddenly, holding me by the feet, until he pulled them to his chest and planted them on his pecs. He curled over me, putting his hands under my head and held me, making me crunch up to meet his forehead as he slowly fucked me.
My eyes rolled back and I felt the rush of my orgasm overtaking me as his mouth found mine again. He was panting, fucking me hard, our bodies now slick with sweat. I felt out of control suddenly, feeling my body shuddering.
“I’m going to cum.” I announced, causing him to move back up onto his knees and pull my body into his even more.
“Yeah fuckin’ right you are. Cause you got a MAN fucking you now! Do it boy!” He said loudly, grabbing my cock and jerking it hard. I grabbed his massive thigh and closed my eyes as I felt it surging.
“Holy fuck!” I moaned out.
“Look at me!” He yelled suddenly, giving my face a soft smack. “Open your eyes!”
I did, seeing him staring at me as I felt his fist around me, jerking me furiously. His other hand was under me, his body still moving rhythmically into me.
He nodded as he watched me. “I’m going to cum inside you now.” He nodded and gave a smirk. “Did Jakey fuck you and dump his load in here already?”
I shook my head and he grinned wider, which seemed to spur him on.
“Just my sperm then eh? For now!” He jerked my cock as he worked his hips and I felt my head lolling to the side going numb.
I felt my dick throb and explode in his grasp, as my first blast of liquid erupted from my dick. His eyes almost closed but he opened them wide and shoved himself into me hard, pushing me into the bed as his warmth flooded me, mixing in with all the others.
But suddenly none of the others mattered. I curled my body up suddenly to his face, wrapping my legs around his waist and climbed up his body to find his lips. He pulled me up around him, hugging me tightly as we kissed hungrily, his cock still embedded in me, spilling every drop of himself deep in me as I clung to him.
He groaned and grunted as we kissed, keeping us upright as he sat back on his own bare feet with me around him. “Yeah baby. What a hungry little fuckin’ slut you are.” He grumbled into my mouth, grinning from ear to ear.
“That was fucking amazing Daddy.” I said as our noses touched and our grins grew. He shifted again, still keeping me impaled on his dick and rolled me over with him, hugging me tightly as if he was afraid to let me go. I laughed as we landed back on the bed, Chris on his back before rolling me sideways so we were both on our sides, still kissing, still joined.
“You think I’m done?” His hand squeezed my ass, and he pushed my leg up with his and started to move again. “I told you boy, you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you all night. You’ll be so wrecked you won’t want any of those other studs out there. Just me.”
I groaned as I felt him start. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as his mouth moved around my cheek to my neck.
As I held his head and moved my body with his, I knew I didn’t want him to stop.
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