Not What I Expected
Saturday at the Olsen’s was a busy place unfortunately. I tried my hardest NOT to outright stare at Sandra’s dad all day long as he worked around the house both inside and outdoors. He had a pair of faded jeans on and was barefoot, sliding on old running shoes whenever he went outside, and then kicking them off when he was indoors. How could I not stare?
Sandra and I brought our books to study, so we sat in the main living room sipping coffees and gabbing in between reading over our texts and talking about nothing in particular as I side-eyed Ben Olsen whenever he walked past, checking out his ass, and those arms. I seriously couldn’t wait to have him visit me in the bed downstairs again.
And every now and then he’d give me a quick wink which made my heart pound furiously.
Sandra’s mom Diane stayed in the kitchen baking and cooking, preparing for a turkey dinner. Mark had appeared at one point, also in a pair of faded jeans and a sweatshirt, announcing that Tami wasn’t coming over, and he had to go over to the Campbell’s instead. Something about her mother being sick, and having to take her to the hospital. I only half listened, remembering Tami’s mom and dad for a moment, picturing her dad as a rather hot firefighter I remembered from my youth. But I really didn’t pay too much attention as I focused on Ben’s biceps and bare feet whenever he passed me.
So it was just the four of us for a big dinner, and Ben tried his hardest NOT to look at me just as much as I tried not to look at him. Our legs touched under the table, and his bare feet often brushed up against mine. I think I had an erection the entire dinner. But we never had a minute alone, as Sandra seemed to be glued to my side the entire night.
Then to my surprise, Sandra and I ended up going out to one of her friend’s place for an impromptu get together. Nothing exciting and no one for me to stare at or lust over as my mind was still on her hot dad waiting for me back at her place. It was all her friends from high school, all girls, and all rather giggly. They stared outright at me, flirting, but my mind was still focused on Ben’s big cock, and the feel of it sliding into my ass. I was still hoping for another night time visit as soon as I got into that bed that still smelled like him.
We got back to the Olsen’s around midnight, and the place was quiet: her parents had obviously gone to bed. Sandra and I stayed up for a bit, talking quietly in the bedroom downstairs when I heard movement upstairs, and worried that her father was going to come down half naked to see me. So I feigned exhaustion and she left for bed herself.
As I listened to the movements upstairs, I jumped into the shower to prepare myself just in case. I was hoping Ben would hear Sandra heading to bed, and sneak down for another round that I was more than willing to take at this point. My 8 inches was aching, and my ass was already throbbing. I checked my stiff cock in the mirror, looking at my smooth muscular frame and giving a little smirk. I had developed rather nicely, still retaining my boyish cute looks but pumping up my body to a tight, toned physique.
And then I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and I smirked even wider and opened the door to the bathroom just a smidge to give Ben the hint.
But it wasn’t Ben who came in suddenly, but rather Mark, in a grey tank top and a pair of boxer shorts, his eyes narrow as he took in my naked body. I jumped at the intrusion, covering my hard cock with the towel in my hand.
“What the fuck?” I whispered out, jumping backwards in shock and banging my ass into the cupboard. Mark just shut the door and gave me a glare.
“Shhh.” He said and took a quick step towards me as he went to undo his jeans. “I need some relief, and I know you want it.” He said gruffly and grabbed my shoulder to assist in his command.
He fished his cock out of the hole in his boxers and guided me down. I slid down at the sight, opening my mouth willingly, hungry for cock. I guess Ben would have to wait as I took care of his son.
Mark moaned and looked at himself in the mirror in front of me, flexing one arm as his other hand held my head bobbing on his cock.
He tasted good, and his dick was rock hard. I closed my eyes and worked on it, hoping to finish him off quickly so I could get my ass into bed and wait for his dad to come down next.
My towel dropped and I grabbed my own 8 inches to stroke as I worked Mark’s cock with my other hand and mouth. But then he pushed me off and reached down to grab my pits and pulled me upwards, making me bang into the bathroom cupboard. He spun me around and I glanced into the mirror in front of us as I took in his muscles in his tank. Mark looked down at his own hard cock hanging out of his boxers, and grabbed my hips and put his cock between my naked ass and pretended to hump into my ass.
“You want me to fuck this ass finally.” He didn’t look at me, just concentrated on his cock, shoving his hips into me so I wouldn’t move.
“What about Sandra?” I started to protest before a hand came around and clamped my mouth shut. I saw my own eyes widen as he leaned over me and put his lips to my ear, and met my gaze in the mirror.
“She’s gone to bed and never comes down here. Now, I didn’t get to fuck my girlfriend tonight and I’m overdue. So I figured you like taking it up the ass so I would just take it out on you to see how it feels. Or are you hoping my dad wants to fuck you?”
I froze at the mention of his dad. What did he mean? Did he know about his dad? Or was I that obvious watching him earlier.
“As if!” I said as he took his hand away to fumble with his cock, slapping it against my ass cheeks.
Mark’s grin met my gaze in the mirror in front of us. “No? Not into my dad? Everybody else is. I mean look at him! Bet you’d love a guy like him to fuck this little fag ass.”
I flinched at the slur.
Then he grabbed my chin and brought his face next to mine. “Now don’t make too much noise or you’ll wake him. Or maybe that’s what you want? Want him to find me fucking you?”
He held his hand there as he moved his cock around my ass, his big legs squatting lower as he moved into a better position. I watched the veins on his hand on my chin as he rubbed his own saliva over his cock and he began to try to push into me.
Like a typical straight guy, he just poked and shoved as I grimaced in the mirror. I was hard as a rock at this unexpected visitor, but there was something needy about him that made me go numb and freeze, waiting for it to happen.
“Fuck!” He mumbled, looking in between us, adding more spit and using his thumb to help guide his cock head into me. I felt it knocking, and lifted up on my toes to help give him a hint when he found it and simply shoved himself into me face, knocking me forward in surprise and pain, and moaning out.
He clamped his hand over my mouth. “Shhh! Damn!! Maybe you DO want him to hear you! You lay in that bed in there and jerk off to my dad fucking you? Or is it me you really want?” He used his other hand now over the first, both hands clamped around my mouth as I bottomed out for him, his bare hips against my ass as his tanktop covered torso pressed up behind my naked flesh. “Don’t make a fuckin’ sound.”
I watched his eyes squint shut for a moment, and felt his dig his cock a bit further into me like he couldn’t get in far enough before he lifted his chin and let out a big sigh.
“Jesus it’s like a fuckin’ VICE in there.” He tentatively pulled back a bit and I saw his eyes roll, before he gave me a sudden, sharp thrust, making me grunt involuntarily. “Yeah? You like that don’t you you little fag.”
I shut my eyes at the slur again, feeling anger rising up in me, and felt his hands sliding off. I took a quick breath, letting my mouth open and found it being filled with his fingers, hooking my lips on either side. He yanked my head backwards, causing my back to arch like a cat, and his eyes rolled again.
“Holy fuck that is TIGHT!” he said rather huskily as he looked up at the ceiling and hung on to my mouth as he ravaged my ass. I gripped the counter, staring at him in the mirror as he fucked me from behind, my cock still fully erect and enjoying the encounter even though I wasn’t. “FUCK! Look at you taking it! You like getting fucked hard?”
He didn’t’ wait for an answer, just grabbed me and started to really pound my hole hard. I just let him use me, watching him even though he wasn’t watching me, hoping he wasn’t going to last too long.
And he didn’t, being the horny young jock he was. His finally looked down at his own cock pushing in and out of my tight ass as his mouth dropped open and his pace quickened.
“Holy fuck dude I’m gonna fuckin cum!” He hissed at me as he withdrew his cock from me frantically, letting go of my mouth and grabbing his dick, jerking it to completion behind me as he gripped my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief at the escape, and then felt the dump of warm liquid on my back, all the way up. We both let out a gasp of air as he jerked his cock a couple times, and then shockingly, rammed his cock back into me for a few more quick jabs before he pulled out again.
His eyes met mine in the mirror as he caught his breath, and then gave my face a playful little snap. “There you go you little fag. That should make you stop drooling over my dad. Sleep well.”
And he was gone.
I stood there for a moment, feeling my ass relaxing after the assault, still gripping the sides of the sink, before I went back into the shower and closed my eyes under the shower. Did I want him? I wasn’t sure. I certainly didn’t stop him, but he wasn’t at all what I expected. I shook it off the feelings quickly and angrily rewashed myself.
I cursed myself for not telling Mark no. Instead, I let Mark use me. Maybe this was all I was good for after all.
I drifted off eventually, curled up in the fetal position, sleeping for a few hours before the shifting of my bed brought me to my senses. Instead of rolling over to greet the intruder, I scurried to the other side of the bed in a panic, and tried to focus on who it was.
“Get out!” I said in a harsh whisper, only to see Ben Olsen’s concerned look on his face in the hint of moonlight.
“Hey it’s me.” He whispered back, pulling the covers back to slide into my bed. He was already naked, his big leg brushing up against mine as he moved in closer.
But I still pulled away, moving to the edge which made him stop.
“It’s okay Brian. It’s just me.” He was grinning I could tell, and his hand found my shoulder which still made me practically shriek and I jumped out of bed.
He stopped immediately and I could see the outline of his body slump, those big muscled shoulders looking like a marble statue in the darkness.
“What’s the matter?” I heard him whisper out before he started to shift sideways and he too got out of the bed and switched on the lamp on the side of the bed. He was standing there naked, his cock sticking out hard, his pj bottoms and a tank top already discarded on the floor at the end of the bed, his hands now on his hips staring at me.
My eyes squinted at the light, as his looked me over. I had on a pair of my Calvin Klein underwear but that was all. And I realized I was practically panting in fear and my body was trembling.
“You’re shaking!” He whispered out, moving around the bed towards me. “Were you having a bad dream?” He said rather fatherly. I froze again, and felt my body shaking more as tears welled up. And as I took in the look of concern on his face I felt myself crumbling.
Ben walked right up to me and reached out, taking me gently in his arms and pulled me into his warm naked body. The heat from me immediately soothed me, and the feeling of this muscular man with his arms around me made me start to cry.
“Shhh shh shh.” He whispered into my hair as he held my face against his bare chest. I could feel his hard dick against me, and I turned my face into his pec to try to stop myself from crying. “What’s the matter, you okay?” I could hear the smile as he just held me, probably wondering what the hell was going on, but I just couldn’t stop myself.
I was scared suddenly, but at the same time didn’t want to let go of Ben. I never had a father around, and this was the closest thing I had to anyone comforting me in the middle of the night.
Ben’s voice soothed me, and he patted my head with his big hand, waiting for me to relax. Eventually he coaxed me back into the bed, and we just lay there, naked under the sheets, still clinging to each other as he whispered above me that everything was okay.
It was the most sensual moment of my life up to that point. This big married man risking everything to come down to me, and instead of sneaking in and fucking me fast, he just sat with me, stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head, and making sure I was okay.
I fell asleep on him, and when I woke up he was gone, the space on the bed cool, his discarded pj’s also gone.
I didn’t see him that morning, nor Mark for that matter. I quickly showered and got dressed, making sure I was all packed and ready for the three hour drive back. Sandra had borrowed her mom’s car back in October and had kept it till now, and the plan was her mom was going to drive us back on Sunday in her car and drop us off.
But when I got upstairs, the plans had changed. Her mom wasn’t going to drive us, but her dad was now.
He didn’t look at me much that morning, but he did eventually catch my eye a few times and gave me a warm smile. It seemed to relax me a bit, but I couldn’t tell who was more ashamed about last night: him or me? I was embarrassed at how I reacted, but couldn’t really tell him why. I wondered if he was thinking I wasn’t in to him after last night. But he seemed equally embarrassed, and maybe was wondering what I thought about him after, or he himself had second thoughts about our little rendezvous. But we never had a minute alone, and soon we were all in the car, Sandra in the front seat with her hot built dad, and me sitting in the back alone, seeing his eyes glancing at me every so often in the rear view mirror.
I was quiet on the drive, hardly talking, still reeling from Mark’s roughness the night before. But my mind did keep going to the feeling of falling asleep in Sandra’s dad’s arms in the middle of the night. I convinced myself that Ben offering to drive us back to school was a sign, and I found myself smiling a bit more and tried to be part of the conversation.
Ben noticed, and his smile too returned, flashing me wider grins in the mirror, showing me just how fucking handsome he was for a man of his age. I stared at his hand and forearm as he drove, and breathed in the smell of him as we drove straight through towards campus.
When he turned down the street to Sandra’s place, she turned to her dad and frowned. “Aren’t you dropping Brian off first?”
There was a slight pause as her dad looked back at her, and then glanced at me in the backseat. “Oh shit. I completely forgot he was back there!” He gave a sudden laugh, and then shrugged. “No worries. I’ll drop him off after you I guess. We’re already here.”
Well, at least I would get to have some alone time after all with him.
I hopped out first, using Sandra’s washroom as her and her dad unloaded Sandra’s stuff. When I came out, Ben dodged in to use the bathroom himself as Sandra and I hugged good bye. “Sorry about that.” Sandra said to me rolling her eyes. “I hope it’s not too awkward to have my dad driving you home without me.”
I shook my head. “All good. You’re lucky to have a dad like him.”
She grinned. “I know.” then she sort of frowned at me just like she did with her dad in the car a few minutes earlier. “He seems to really like you. And since you don’t have a dad of your own, I’m willing to share.” She gave me another hug as her dad appeared and clamped a hand on my shoulder. If only she knew just how much I wanted to share her dad.
“Alright big man, you’re next.” I felt a flutter go through me as I followed his hard, round ass in those jeans to the car as Sandra watched us go.
And then we were alone in the car, pulling away slowly and heading towards campus.
Ben finally turned to me and put a hand on my leg. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I am.”
“You sure?”
I nodded again.
“I’m sorry if I overstepped last night. It was wrong of me to just come in like that again last night without any warning, so I must have scared the shit out of you and I am so sorry….” Ben started rambling, his big hands gripping the wheel, until I reached over and put a hand on his right forearm.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t you.”
He turned to me again quickly, and let out a long sigh. “Okay thank god.” His smile widened and he let his hand come back to my leg. “Because I was hoping to say a proper goodbye to you.”
I grinned back and put my hand on top of his that was still squeezing my thigh. “We just have to be quiet. Everyone will be either up or coming in. So behave.”
Ben winked at me. “I’ll behave until the door is closed.”
Ben did behave all the way into my dorm room, carrying my largest bag for me, his bicep flexed for me to stare at, besides his wide back and round ass. I said hi to a couple people I knew, and then had to squeeze by a few of my floormates as they were heading out. One of them gave me a head nod and then stopped suddenly.
“Yo, Bri, this your dad?!” It was Kyle, one of the other guys in my section living in a single room. He was a tall skinny guy with druggy kind of look, and his eyes seemed to be popping out of his head as he took in Ben.
“Uh,” I gave Ben a look quickly and then turned back to Kyle as we kept going, “yeah it is.”
“Fuck dude, no wonder you’re a beast. Good genes.” Kyle gave us gun fingers and then kept on going. I could see Ben grinning behind me as I stopped at my door, and dropped my bags to fish out my key on my lanyard.
“C’mon. Open up and show your dad your room boy.” Ben whispered as he stood tall next to me, a bit too close.
I managed to open the door and he held it back with one large arm as I stepped in, throwing my stuff on the bed and hearing the door shut behind me. Ben dropped my bag and with one step he was at me, his hands under my pits, practically lifting me off the floor to reach his open mouth for a hungry loud kiss. He backed me up and I hit the bed, falling backwards, watching him lift his sweater off his head, and then his tee shirt as he kicked off his running shoes and started to undo his belt. I quickly followed suit, staring at his big pecs as I tore my upper clothes off and kicked my shoes off, flinging them sideways.
Ben surprised me by pushing his pants and underwear down in one quick shove, stepping out of them with his cock already hard and thick, bobbing in front of me. Then his hands tugged at my jeans and pulled, pausing to take one sock off at a time before he bent down and pulled his own wool grey socks off.
And just like that, my big “dad” was now naked with me in my dorm room, climbing on top of me in my single bed, the heat from his body and the sounds from his throat making me instantly hard.
He lowered himself on me as his mouth found mine again, and he pushed a leg of mine up with his knee as he settled into the small bed on me, one hand running over my hair as his tongue battled with mine. I could feel his erection against me, his moans drifted into my ears as the sounds of our lips smacking together filled my quiet room.
He didn’t waste any time before a hand was lifting my leg, and he spit into his fingers and began rubbing it in my hole as he stared at me. I let him, watching him watching me with a smile. He added more spit to his cock, taking his time to rub it in and then rub the head at my entrance with a sexy grin of his own. I was pinned under him, and with so little room to move, all I could do was wait as he pushed himself towards me.
“You ready to let your dad fuck you in your dorm room?” He whispered quietly, teasing my hole with the head of his cock.
I was practically panting, just taking in his handsome features, and that look in his eyes as he nodded with me. “Yeah” was all I said as he inched forward, holding my left let up with one hand as he let go of his cock and simply used his hips to push forward into me.
There was pressure until that big head popped past my ring and he sunk right in deep, making us both moan quietly. “Shhhh.” He said as he lifted his chin with his body and drove himself all the way in me. “We have to be quiet remember?”
He moved over me, my legs automatically wrapping around him, his arms sliding under my body so that his hands could grip my shoulders. He wiggled in the middle of me, his cock punching deeper as he did causing a stream of pre-cum to escape my cock between our bodies. As he moved into position, he kissed me slowly and gently, until he was comfortable, his knees in place, and he began to ever so slowly push in and out of my ass, letting the thick shaft of his dick massage my insides in the most slow and intense fuck of my life.
“I wanted to do this to you last night baby.” He said, letting his mouth move down my neck and nestle just under my ear. “You feel so good.”
I felt my eyes roll back at the deliberately slow movements, and I let out a gasp as he started. His hot breath on my neck made me shiver, so I held on tight to his massive body and closed my eyes at the sensations. He didn’t move; he didn’t speak, he just fucked me slowly for a solid 30 minutes in this position, bringing me to the edge of desire. And then he lifted his head up and found my mouth again, before he pushed himself up on his hands to stare down at me, using his body to fuck me a little harder.
“Want me to breed you like this on your bed?” He grinned over me.
I nodded and his eyes flicked down to my hard leaking cock.
“Jerk it and cum with me. I wanna see you shoot as I’m fucking you.”
I didn’t hesitate and grabbed my cock and went to town. He watched me pant, and as I opened my mouth to moan, he leaned over and let a long drop of saliva fall into me. I moaned out as I swallowed, and then felt his mouth kiss me hard as my bed started to shake more with his increased thrusts. My hand worked between us, pulling on my cock. His breath increased, and just KNOWING he was getting close made my body react.
I tensed, and panted out a “I’m going to shoot” making him lift his head to look down. At the sight of him watching, I let loose, feeling the first volley of cum erupt, making Ben groan out and grab my fisting hand in his to help me explode. I locked my ankles around him, holding on to make sure I didn’t push his cock out with my spasms until I was spent. But Ben just held on with one hand and kept on fucking me hard.
When he brought his thumb to his lips to suck back my cum that was dripping off it, I let out a moan. He grinned, smacking his lips and grabbed my hips and leaned over me. “You taste fuckin’ amazing!” He roared and REALLY started to fuck me.
I grabbed his waist, clenched my teeth and took it, my bed rattling like mad in the few moments it took him to quietly grunt out his load inside my ass. He panted, thrusting into me with sudden sharp gyrations, making sure every last drop was out of him and well planted in me.
And then he relaxed again, sliding his body down over me like before, getting his arms under me, our bodies slick with sweat and my cum, until his chin nuzzled into my neck again and our breathing returned to normal.
He felt good on me, his heavier body of muscles resting on top of me as we listened to each other breathing, until he finally spoke softly next to my ear.
“You know, I could be your dad if you started dating my daughter. Just saying.”
I let out a little giggle, and he kind of gave a sort of chuckle right along with me.
“Marry her and you can call me Dad for real in public. How amazing would that be?” He kissed my neck, and then worked his way up my cheek, till he was pushing himself up to kiss me properly, and let his softening cock slide out of my cum soaked ass. I shivered as he exited, and then watched his perfect body sit up and move sideways so his legs were off the side of the bed and his back was resting against the wall beside my bed, my one leg still over top of his. He patted my knee, and gave me a look.
I thought about it, with Sandra, and thinking it would be a sweet deal: having Ben as my father-in-law. But was that really what I wanted? Marrying a woman just to be with her dad?
“Or you could just leave your wife and be with me.” I said it without thinking, even though it was what I was thinking all along. All the guys I’ve had a strong connection with, all these big muscled guys, were unhappy in their lives and doing what they were supposed to do in terms of marriage. What if there was another option?
Ben let out a laugh and patted my leg. “Yeah. Right.” He gave me a pursed lip type of look and I felt sudden shame at even thinking it.
When I didn’t say anything, his smile disappeared and he looked at me like he did last night: with sudden concern. He took in a big inhaling breath and I felt his hand rubbing my leg softly.
“Look, Brian, I’m not looking to change anything here. You’re exactly what I need, and this is just sort of how life goes. So let’s just enjoy it and not get too wrapped up in fantasy.” He said it so softly, and so smoothly, that I found myself agreeing with him and nodding.
“Oh I know. It’s okay.” I gave him a weak smile, and he looked at me for a moment, continuing to let his big hand run over my sculpted leg.
“But if you did start dating my daughter, it would be so much easier to see me, just saying.” He gave me a wink, and then leaned over me to kiss me seductively. “Wouldn’t that make it easier to call me Dad.”
And then he gave me leg a harder pat and he stood up to grab his clothes. I found myself sliding under the duvet of my bed, hiding my body from him as I watched every flex of his muscles as he got dressed. And with a big smile of his own, he kissed me again, slowly, staring into my eyes as if he wanted to say more.
“I’ll see you soon. Come home anytime with Sandra. Or let me know when you’re back and I will move mountains to be inside you anytime.” He patted my head and stood up over me, looking down. “Deal?”
I nodded, and he waved his fingers in a goodbye as he moved to the door, giving me one last wink as he opened the door.
“Be a good boy.”
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