The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the granny flat, casting a soft golden glow over the double bed where Alex and David lay entwined. Alex stirred first, his brown hair tousled and matted from sleep and the previous night's exertions. He blinked awake, feeling the warmth of David's solid, hairy body pressed against his back — spooning him possessively, one thick arm draped over Alex's waist, David's morning wood nestled firmly against his plump ass. The sheets were tangled around their legs, carrying the faint musk of sweat and sex from hours before. Alex's body ached in the best way, a delicious soreness in his hole reminding him of how thoroughly David had claimed him.
David grumbled softly as Alex shifted, his beard scratching against the nape of Alex's neck. "Morning cutie," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep, hand sliding down to give Alex's ass a gentle squeeze. "Sleep well?"
Alex blushed, that familiar shyness creeping back even after their intimacy. "Yeah... really well thanks. You?"
"Best sleep for a while," David replied seductively, pressing a kiss to Alex's shoulder. His fingers traced lazy circles over the toned curve of Alex's lower back, admiring the dimples just above his ass. "But waking up to this? Even better." He ground his hips forward teasingly, his thick cock hardening further against the cleft of Alex's cheeks, growing between his legs. Alex could feel David's cock expand between his legs, the tip now poking his balls. Alex let out a soft gasp, his own morning erection stirring. "David... we should probably get up. Breakfast will be in the main house soon."
David chuckled, nipping at Alex's earlobe. "Firstly, when we're alone, call me Daddy", he whispered in Alex's ear. "And we're not going to breakfast yet. Shower first, together." It wasn't a question — more a command, laced with that seductive growl that made Alex's stomach flutter.
They disentangled slowly, David sitting up first, his muscle bear frame on full display: broad shoulders, tanned skin dusted with salt-and-pepper hair across his chest and down his abs, leading to the heavy sway of his semi-hard dick. Alex couldn't help staring, biting his lip as he followed David to the small en-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom. The space was cozy — white tiles, a walk-in shower with a rainfall head, and just enough room for two if they didn't mind getting close.
David turned on the water, steam quickly filling the air as it heated up. He stepped in first, letting the hot spray cascade over his body, wetting his beard and matting the hair on his chest. "Get in here boy," he beckoned, holding out a hand.
Alex took his hand and joined him shyly, the water soaking his fair skin and brown hair instantly. They stood under the stream, bodies brushing — David's taller frame towering over Alex's slimmer one. David grabbed the soap, lathering his hands before running them over Alex's shoulders, down his arms, then to his chest. "Let Daddy clean you up," he purred, thumbs circling Alex's nipples until they pebbled. Alex moaned softly, leaning into the touch, his hands exploring David's wet, hairy pecs. The water made everything slick, heightening the sensations. David's hands ventured lower, soaping Alex's toned abs, then cupping his plump ass, fingers dipping between the cheeks to gently clean the remnants of last night. "Such a perfect ass," David whispered, kneading the firm flesh. "Still feel me in there?"
"Y-yes Daddy," Alex stammered, his cock fully hard now, pressing against David's thigh. He reached down his Daddy's torso until he found his hard pole, soaping David's thick shaft, stroking it slowly under the pretence of washing. The older man's groans echoed off the tiles as Alex's hand worked him, the suds making it glide effortlessly over the pulsating flesh.
David pulled Alex closer, their wet bodies sliding together, beards and lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled as hands roamed — David's gripping Alex's lower back, pulling him flush so their erections rubbed together. "Want Daddy to fill you with cum again boy?" David murmured against his mouth, slipping a teasing finger inside his boy. Alex whimpered, hips bucking into the friction. "Turn around then sexy, put your hands against the wall," Alex obeyed, heart racing, pressing his palms flat against the cool, wet tiles above his head.
Water streamed down his back, over the curve of his toned lower back and plump ass, as he arched slightly, presenting himself. His cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and anticipation, the steam making the air thick and intimate. David stepped behind him, his hairy chest pressing against Alex's back, beard grazing his shoulder as he nuzzled close. One hand reached around to stroke Alex's cock slowly, while the other teased his hole, a soapy finger circling before slipping inside to prep him.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," David murmured seductively, adding a second finger, scissoring gently as Alex whimpered and pushed back. The rainfall shower drowned out their sounds, but the echo of Alex's soft moans bounced faintly off the walls. David withdrew his fingers, grabbing a small bottle of waterproof lube he'd stashed on the shower shelf — always prepared — and slicked his throbbing cock. "Ready for Daddy?" David asked, voice low and commanding, the head of his thick, veiny shaft nudging against Alex's entrance.
"Please... yes," Alex breathed, fingers curling against the tiles, his body trembling under the hot water, on his tip-toes so his hole was at a better height for his Daddy. David pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the slick heat enveloping him as Alex gasped and felt his ring open. Alex was still very tight, but the previous night with this bull had loosened him, making it easier to take this big cock deep inside. The position made it intense — Alex pressed against the wall, David's strong body caging him from behind, hips pressing into ass cheeks as he pushed all the way in. Alex felt impaled on the thick cock while on his tip-toes, this powerful man almost lifting him off the ground as he started to pull out and thrust back in, building a rhythm.
Water cascaded over them, mixing with the slap of skin on skin. David's hands pinned Alex's wrists high on the wall, all Alex could do was let this man fill him up, at the mercy of his lust. "Take it boy," David grunted, beard scraping Alex's neck as he bit down lightly, marking him. His hairy chest rubbed against Alex's smooth back with each deep plunge, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside Alex repeatedly. Alex's plump ass jiggled with the force, the results of his workouts making him clench tighter around David's girth.
"Oh god... harder Daddy," Alex begged shyly, his voice breaking into moans, head dropping forward against the tiles. The steam fogged everything, their world reduced to the pounding water and the building pleasure.
David obliged, thrusting faster, deeper, his balls slapping wetly against Alex. "I'm gonna fill you up baby," he promised, hand stroking Alex furiously now. It pushed them both over — Alex first, crying out as he came hard, spurting against the tiles, his hole spasming around David. The clench sent David tumbling after, growling low as he buried himself deep, pumping hot ropes of cum inside Alex.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, David's softening cock still nestled in as the water rinsed them clean. He pulled out gently, turning Alex around for a slow, satisfied kiss. "Perfect way to start the day," David whispered, soaping them both properly now.
Alex nodded, legs shaky, cum pouring from his stretched hole, a shy smile on his lips as they finished washing.
They dried off side by side, stealing glances in the foggy mirror. Alex wrapped a towel around his waist, his skin flushed from the heat and orgasm. David did the same, though his towel tented slightly still. They dressed in the bedroom David was using — Alex slipping into fresh frilly pink lace panties, jeans that hugged his plump ass, and a simple t-shirt; David opting for chinos and a polo that strained over his broad chest. David watched Alex appreciatively, adjusting himself. "Can't wait to get you back to London and peel those off again."
"Me neither", Alex smiled shyly as he headed back towards the room he was supposed to have slept in to packing his overnight bag.
Stepping out — they made their way up the garden path to the main house. The countryside air was crisp, birds chirping as the sun climbed higher. Inside, the kitchen buzzed with activity: aunts and uncles packing up, the scent of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee filling the air. Most guests were leaving that day, cars already loaded in the driveway. Sarah, Alex's mum, was at the stove, making tea, while Tom chatted with a few lingering relatives.
"Morning, you two!" Sarah beamed, setting plates on the large oak table. "Sleep well in the flat? Hope it wasn't too cramped."
David shot Alex a subtle wink. "It was a little tight at first, but once I was in it was very warm and cosy. Great setup back there Sarah."
Alex nodded, avoiding eye contact as he poured coffee, his cheeks warming at the memory. "Yeah, fine. Thanks, Mum."
Breakfast was communal and hearty: scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, and endless refills of tea and coffee. Conversations flowed about the party the night before, with laughter over drunken uncles and shared stories. As plates emptied, people started saying goodbyes — hugs, promises to visit soon, engines revving outside. By mid-morning, the house had thinned out, leaving just Alex's parents, a couple of close family members, and David.
Sarah turned to Alex as he helped clear the table. "Darling, why don't you stay another night? It's so peaceful here, and you could catch the train back tomorrow. No rush to head to London on a Sunday."
Alex hesitated, his brown hair still slightly tousled from sleep, fair skin flushed from the warmth of the kitchen and the subtle undercurrent of memories from the night before. The suggestion tugged at him; the estate was indeed a serene escape, with its rolling hills visible through the window and the distant lowing of cows adding to the idyllic charm. But reality intruded—deadlines at his graphic design job loomed, and the thought of navigating a packed Monday morning commute weighed heavily. "I'd love to, Mum, but I should really get back today," he replied, his voice soft and apologetic as he carefully lowered the dishes into the soapy water, the clink echoing in the now-quieter room. "Trains will be an absolute nightmare tomorrow morning at rush-hour — delays, crowds, you know how it is. Better to beat the chaos."
David, who had been quietly observing from his seat at the table's end, his large frame relaxed yet commanding in a casual polo that strained slightly over his broad, hairy chest, took a slow sip from his steaming coffee mug, before his eyes flicked subtly toward Alex with a hidden intensity. He set the mug down with a soft thud, chiming in casually, though his gravelly voice carried that smooth, seductive undercurrent — like velvet over steel — that sent a shiver down Alex's spine. "Actually, I'm heading back to London myself this today. Happy to give you a lift, Alex. Save you the train hassle."
Sarah's face lit up instantly, her hands clasping together in delight as she spun toward David, the sunlight from the window catching the silver in her hair. "Oh, David, that's so kind! It wouldn't be too much trouble, I hope? I know the drive can be a bit of a slog with traffic building up near the motorways."
David chuckled lightly, his warm, reassuring tone belying the private spark in his gaze as it met Alex's across the table. He waved off her concern with a large, tanned hand, the veins prominent from years of gym sessions. "Of course not, Sarah. There's plenty of room in the car — it's a comfortable ride, and it'll save Alex the train fare and all that lugging of bags through stations. I can even drop him right to his front door in Shoreditch. No bother at all."
"Oh, you are a sweetie, David," Sarah beamed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude as she turned back to Alex, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. The kitchen felt even cosier in that moment, with the faint tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of a tractor outside underscoring the familial warmth. "Is that okay with you, darling? It sounds like a much nicer way to travel."
Alex met David's gaze fully then, and in that brief, electric exchange, a spark passed between them — unseen by Sarah, but palpable to Alex like a current running through his veins. Promises flickered in David's eyes: of secluded stops along the way, whispered seductions in the car, and the raw intimacy that had already bound them. Alex's heart raced, a flush creeping up his neck, and he shifted uncomfortably as heat pooled lower, his cock stirring traitorously beneath his jeans at the mere thought. He nodded quickly, forcing a casual smile as he lowered himself into a chair at the table to hide the growing erection pressing against the fabric. "Yeah... thanks, David. That'd be great." His voice came out steadier than he felt, but inside, anticipation churned like a storm.
As they finished up breakfast, Alex felt a thrill. The weekend had started innocently, but now, with David's offer hanging in the air, it promised even more. Hugs goodbye to his parents, bags in David's car, and soon they'd be on the road back to the city, where their secret could unfold without the countryside's watchful eyes.
Hugs goodbye followed in the sunlit foyer, Sarah enveloping Alex in her familiar embrace, her floral perfume mingling with the earthy freshness of the garden outside. "Drive safe, darling," she murmured, pulling back to cup his cheek, her eyes misty with that blend of pride and reluctance only a mother could muster. Tom clapped him on the back next, his handshake firm and fatherly, muttering about traffic on the motorway and to text when he got home. David received similar farewells — Sarah's hug warm and grateful, Tom's a hearty pat on the shoulder — before they loaded Alex's overnight bag into the boot of David's matt-black Land Rover Discovery, its exterior humming under the midday sun like a sleek predator ready to prowl the roads.
"Have a safe journey back, you two," Sarah called from the doorstep, waving as they settled into the car, the gravel crunching softly under the tires as David started the engine. "And Alex, you behave for David — make sure you thank him properly for the lift."
David grinned, that signature salt-and-pepper beard framing a mischievous smile as he glanced over from the driver's seat, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Alex's for a split second before turning back to Sarah with feigned innocence. "I'm sure he'll be a very good boy, Sarah — don't you worry. You've raised him well, and I've got no doubt that Alex will give me a suitable 'thank you' once we're on the road." The words dripped with double entendre, his gravelly voice smooth as aged whiskey, and he shot Alex a sidelong glance just in time to catch the younger man's eyes widening in a mix of shock and arousal, a deep blush creeping up his fair cheeks like wildfire. Alex shifted in his seat, crossing his legs to hide the stirring heat building below, his mind racing with images of exactly how he might "thank" David.
With a final wave, they pulled away, the estate shrinking in the rear-view mirror, the countryside's watchful eyes — neighbours' distant windows, grazing sheep in the fields — fading as the open road beckoned.
