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.
Alex settled into the passenger seat, looking out of the window while stealing glances at David behind the wheel. The older man looked effortlessly commanding, exuding that magnetic authority that had first captivated Alex at the party: aviator sunglasses perched on his strong nose, hiding those piercing blue eyes but accentuating the salt-and-pepper beard framing his rugged jaw. One thick, hairy forearm rested casually on the gear shift, veins bulging slightly under tanned skin as he gripped it, while his other hand draped over the steering wheel with practiced ease. His polo shirt, a soft grey that complemented his muscle bear physique, hugged the contours of his broad chest and shoulders, the fabric straining just enough to hint at the defined pecs and mat of dark hair beneath.
The air inside the car was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable electricity crackling between them like static before a storm. The remnants of their morning shower lingered vividly in Alex's mind — the steam, the slick slide of bodies, David's raw thrusts against the tiles — making him shift uncomfortably in his seat as a subtle warmth built between his legs, his cock twitching at the memory. He crossed his legs subtly, trying to quell the growing arousal, but the proximity to David only amplified it, each glance at the older man's profile sending fresh sparks through his veins.
They'd been driving for just a few minutes, the engine purring smoothly as they merged onto a rural road, when David broke the silence with a low, playful growl that sent shivers down Alex's spine. "So, I'm afraid I have a strict rule in this car," he said, his gravelly voice laced with seduction, eyes flicking sideways with a smirk that crinkled the corners behind his sunglasses. "Hot young guys aren't allowed to wear trousers... I hope that's okay?"
Alex's eyes widened in a mix of shock and thrill, his heart starting to race like a drumbeat in his chest at the audacious command. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and he felt a flush creep up his neck, his fair skin turning pink under David's gaze. The thought of stripping right there, exposed in the moving car, was both terrifying and exhilarating — windows tinted but not fully opaque, the risk of a passing driver glancing over adding a forbidden edge. But the memory of David's dominance, the way he'd claimed him so thoroughly before, overrode any hesitation. Alex bit his lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners as he met David's eyes. "Well, according to you, I'm a 'very good boy'," he replied teasingly, his voice breathy with anticipation, "so I'd better do as I'm told."
With deliberate slowness, Alex kicked off his sneakers and socks, tossing them carelessly into the backseat where they landed with a soft thud among his bag. His bare feet pressed against the cool floor mat, toes curling slightly from nerves. Next, he reached for the button of his tight jeans, eyes locked on David's the whole time, drawing out the moment like a striptease. The zipper rasped down inch by inch, the sound amplified in the confined space, and Alex lifted his hips to shimmy the denim over his plump ass, revealing the frilly pink lace panties he'd slipped back on that morning — delicate ruffles hugging his curves, the sheer fabric already tenting slightly from his half-hard cock. The jeans pooled at his ankles, and he kicked them off fully, leaving him in just his t-shirt and the panties, the soft leather of the seat caressing his exposed thighs and ass cheeks like a lover's touch. The cool air from the vents brushed his skin, raising goosebumps and heightening his sensitivity.
As Alex continued to pull the jeans past his smooth, pale thighs — toned from squats and deadlifts, the muscles flexing subtly under his fair skin — David's own jeans started to grow noticeably tighter, the outline of his massive cock pressing against the fabric like it was straining to break free. The sight of this sexy young guy giving him an impromptu striptease in the passenger seat, right there on the open road, was pure fuel to David's fire; his breath deepened, knuckles whitening on the wheel as he fought to keep his eyes on the road, stealing hungry glances at Alex's exposed form.
A sudden wave of confidence washed over Alex, emboldened by the power he held in that moment — the way David's composure cracked just a little, the older man's arousal evident. He locked eyes with David again, bringing two fingers to his lips and sucking them slowly, deliberately, his tongue swirling around the tips as if savouring something forbidden. The wet sounds filled the car, mingling with the hum of the engine, and Alex's eyes darkened with mischief, trying to turn on his Daddy — and oh, it was working. David's cock throbbed visibly now, rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his jeans, the thick bulge impossible to ignore, pre-cum likely dampening his boxers from the teasing display.
Alex then removed his slippery fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, spreading his legs wider in the seat, knees pressing against the dashboard and door for leverage. He slid his hand under the waistband of the frilly pink lace panties, the fabric stretching taut as his fingers delved lower, the tip circling his own tight hole teasingly. The sensation was electric — his fingertip slick with saliva, pressing gently against the sensitive ring, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He started to moan softly at first, the sounds building into breathy gasps that fogged the window slightly, his plump ass shifting against the leather as he arched his toned lower back.
David could hardly take his eyes off his gorgeous boy, who was now sprawled in the passenger seat in those cute panties, rubbing his hole with increasing fervour and rubbing David's name between moans. The car swerved ever so slightly as David's focus wavered, his beard-framed mouth parting in a low growl of desire. "Are you trying to make me crash?" he rumbled, voice thick with lust, one hand leaving the wheel to adjust his straining erection through his jeans. "I thought you were going to be a good boy, not a naughty boy."
"I'm just doing as I'm told, Daddy," Alex replied between his gasps and moans, his fingers now gently pushing through his ring, the intrusion making him whimper and buck his hips. The panties grew damp from his leaking cock, the lace clinging transparently to his skin, the whole scene a vision of teasing submission.
David's control frayed at the edges, his blue eyes dark with hunger behind the sunglasses. "Well, if you're doing as you're told, then you can get those soft lips 'round Daddy's meat while I find somewhere to park." His voice was a command wrapped in seduction, and he started scanning the roadside urgently, eyes darting to signs for exits or laybys, searching for somewhere secluded.
Meanwhile, Alex did as he was told, his confidence from moments before giving way to eager submission, the thrill of obeying David's command making his skin tingle under the air conditioning's cool breeze. He pulled his slick fingers from the depths of his frilly pink lace panties, the fabric snapping back against his fair skin with a soft whisper, leaving a damp trail of his own arousal on his thigh. Leaning over the central console toward David, Alex's brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, his gaze locked on the older man's profile as he reached out with tentative fingers. He rubbed the impressive bulge beneath the jeans first — slow, deliberate strokes over the straining denim, feeling the heat and hardness throb under his palm, the thick outline of David's cock pressing insistently against the fabric like it was alive with need.
Emboldened, Alex gently undid the top button with a soft pop, then tugged down the zipper with a raspy drag that echoed in the confined space of the car. The large, thick cock stretched the grey boxer shorts beneath, the material tenting dramatically, veins visible even through the cotton as it strained to break free, a dark spot of pre-cum blooming at the tip. Alex moved his head closer, his breath hot and ragged against the fabric, inhaling deeply — David's musk hit him like a wave, a heady mix of clean sweat, sandalwood cologne, and raw masculinity that made Alex's head spin. It was a scent that screamed possession, one that made him want to submit completely, to be this powerful man's plaything, his hole throbbing with empty desire, clenching involuntarily as if begging to be filled.
He started to gently kiss the shaft through the material, soft presses of his lips that made the cock twitch in response, the heat radiating through the thin barrier. Alex kissed more intently, trailing up and down the length with increasing fervour — slow, worshipful pecks from the base where the balls hung heavy, up to the swollen head, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste the faint saltiness seeping through. David's low growl broke the rhythm: "Don't tease me boy, get Daddy in that mouth."
Alex obliged instantly, his heart pounding as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boxer shorts and yanked them down, unleashing David's throbbing erection with a satisfying spring. The massive cock bobbed free — thick, veiny, at least 8 inches of tanned, rigid flesh, the head glistening with pre-cum, surrounded by a trimmed bush of dark hair that matched the salt-and-pepper on his chest. Alex's eyes widened, still shocked at the sheer size of this powerful man's meat, the girth making his own mouth water in anticipation. He wrapped one hand around the shaft, feeling the velvety heat pulse under his grip, veins ridged and prominent against his palm. Suddenly, the tip was in his mouth, Alex sucking like it was a lollipop — lips sealed tight, tongue swirling greedily around the smooth head, savouring the salty-sweet tang of pre-cum as his saliva dripped down the shaft, coating his hand and making his strokes slick and easy.
From here, Alex could only see cock — his world narrowed to the throbbing length filling his vision, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, moans vibrating around it as he took more in. But distantly, he felt the car start to turn — left, then right, then left again — the engine's hum shifting as David navigated off the main road. The sound of other cars died down gradually, the whoosh of passing vehicles fading into silence until it was just the low rumble of the motor, Alex's wet sucking noises — slurps and pops as he worked the shaft — and a gentle, building moaning from David, his free hand occasionally gripping the wheel tighter. But Alex hadn't noticed any of it; he was utterly engrossed in the smell and taste of his Daddy, the musky flavour flooding his senses, his own cock aching untouched in the panties, leaking steadily as he lost himself in the act.
The next thing Alex noticed was a large, rough hand sliding possessively under the back of his panties, the lace stretching as David's thick finger found its way between his plump cheeks, resting right on his still-moist hole — slick from earlier teasing and the morning's remnants. Alex moaned deeply around David's cock, the vibration drawing a grunt from the older man, as the finger started to probe — circling the tight ring first, then pushing in with firm pressure, curling to hit his prostate dead-on. Pleasure exploded through Alex like fireworks, his body arching instinctively, his toned lower back curving as he pushed back against the intrusion, feeling the finger slide a little deeper, stretching him with that delicious burn.
Next, David put his other hand on Alex's face, large palm cupping his cheek as he gently but firmly raised his head, breaking the suction with a wet pop. Their eyes met for a heated second before David pulled him in for a kiss — deep and claiming, tongues dancing wildly, Alex tasting the faint saltiness of David's own dick on his lips. David removed his finger from Alex's hole with a reluctant drag, leaving him clenching emptily, then reached down to slide his car seat all the way back with a mechanical whir, creating plenty of room between the seat and the steering wheel — enough space for what was coming next. He kicked off his shoes with hurried thuds against the floor, then lifted his hips to pull his trousers and boxers all the way off in one fluid motion, his massive cock now fully exposed, standing proud and slick from Alex's saliva. Alex waited patiently on his knees in the passenger seat, his hole quivering with excitement, the panties damp and clinging, his breath coming in short pants as he anticipated David's next command.
Then David was seated in the reclined driver's seat, his powerful legs bare and spread slightly, thick thighs dusted with dark hair flexing under his tanned skin as he adjusted for comfort. His massive cock stood like a rigid pole, veiny and throbbing in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows — 8 inches of hot, slick flesh, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum from Alex's earlier worship, the trimmed bush at the base framing it like an invitation. The car was parked in a secluded layby now, hidden by overhanging branches and tall hedges, the engine off and the world outside reduced to the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. "Come here, boy," David said seductively, his gravelly voice low and commanding, eyes dark with hunger behind the sunglasses he'd pushed up onto his forehead, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a smirk that promised more.
Alex climbed over the central console with eager clumsiness, his fair skin flushing deeper as he knelt on David's lap, facing him — knees straddling those muscular thighs, his plump ass hovering just above the older man's erection. Their faces inches apart, they kissed again, deep and hungry, tongues tangling with the lingering taste of David's cock on Alex's lips. As their mouths moved, Alex felt his Daddy's meat poke insistently at his hole through the thin barrier of the frilly pink lace panties, the blunt head nudging the fabric slightly, teasing the sensitive ring with its heat and girth. A shiver ran through Alex, his own cock twitching in the lace, pre-cum soaking the front as David's large hands roamed up his smooth, pale thighs — rough palms gliding over the toned muscles, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh before slipping under his t-shirt. Those hands traced up Alex's back, fingers splaying wide to feel the curve of his toned lower back, pulling him closer so their chests brushed, David's hairy pecs rubbing against Alex's smoother one through the fabric.
With a possessive growl, David gripped the hem of Alex's t-shirt and yanked it off in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the passenger seat where it landed in a rumpled heap. Alex was left exposed from the waist up, his fair chest heaving with quick breaths, nipples pebbling in the cool air of the car, his brown hair tousled from the movement. "Turn that cute body around," David instructed, his voice a seductive rumble that made Alex's hole clench in anticipation, hands guiding Alex's hips to pivot.
Alex obeyed, twisting carefully in the confined space until he was facing the steering wheel, his back to David, knees still bracketing the older man's thighs. The position felt vulnerable yet thrilling — his plump ass presented like a gift, the pink lace panties riding up between his cheeks, the frills fluttering slightly with his movements. "Now take a seat, Daddy will help you," David whispered hotly into Alex's ear, his breath warm and tickling, the prickles of his salt-and-pepper beard scraping deliciously against the nape of Alex's neck, sending goosebumps cascading down his spine. David's strong hands slid under Alex's butt, large palms cupping the firm, rounded cheeks — kneading them possessively, thumbs hooking into the lace to pull the panties to one side, exposing the tight, pink hole that still bore faint traces of their earlier encounters. He lined his cock up with expert precision, the slick head ready to penetrate.
Alex placed both hands on the steering wheel to steady himself, fingers gripping the leather tightly, his legs together and feet planted on the floor for leverage. He slowly started lowering onto David's lap, heart pounding in his chest, the anticipation building like a coiled spring. Suddenly, the tip of David's thick spear was poking at Alex's hole, the blunt pressure mounting at the tight entrance the lower he got — stretching the ring with insistent force, a mix of burn and bliss that made Alex's breath hitch. Luckily, their passionate sex from the night before in the granny flat and the raw fuck in the shower earlier that morning meant Alex was already loosened, his body remembering the shape of David, the muscles relaxed just enough to yield. So as he continued to slowly sit, the head of David's large cock breached his ring with a pop of resistance giving way, gently sliding inside — inch by veiny inch, the girth filling him progressively, turning the initial discomfort into a familiar, intoxicating fullness that made Alex's toes curl against the floor mat.
David then moved his hands to Alex's hips, gripping the soft flesh there with bruising strength, his thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of Alex's toned lower back as he cooed words of encouragement into his boy's ear — "That's it, good boy... take Daddy slow... feel how you stretch for me?" — his beard nuzzling closer, breath hot and ragged. He experienced the warm, velvet pressure of Alex's sphincter gripping more and more of his thick Daddy dick, the tight heat enveloping him like a glove, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine as Alex descended. With Alex's hands still clenched on the steering wheel for balance, he was finally seated fully on David's lap, completely penetrated and brimming with his Daddy's meat — every inch buried deep, the balls nestled against his ass, the fullness pressing relentlessly on his prostate and making his own cock throb untouched in the panties.
Alex took a moment to rest there, leaning back so that his bare back was resting against David's hairy chest, the coarse fur tickling his skin in a comforting, possessive way, their bodies slick with a light sheen of sweat from the building heat in the car. He took in the thrill of the situation — the sheer naughtiness of it all, parked in this hidden spot with the world oblivious, out of the window he could see rolling hills bathed in afternoon light, ancient trees flanking the car like silent guardians, a distant meadow of wildflowers swaying in the breeze. And here he was, impaled on the lap of this handsome older man, deep inside him, feeling like the ultimate slut — owned, desired, filled. He let out a big, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the car, his hole clenching involuntarily around the girth in a way that drew a growl from David.
David took Alex's moan as his cue to start gently thrusting into his boy, hips rocking upward in shallow, deliberate movements that pushed even deeper than he already was, the angle hitting new spots inside Alex and forcing out involuntary moans that fogged the windshield slightly. David's hands roamed — one sliding up to pinch a nipple, the other gripping a hip for leverage — as he built the rhythm, thrusts growing firmer, the slap of skin on skin starting to punctuate the air. As Alex came back to his senses from the overwhelming fullness, he started to bounce on his Daddy in time to the thrusts, lifting and dropping with increasing vigour, his plump ass jiggling with each descent, the lace panties rubbing teasingly against his leaking cock.
Their pace built relentlessly, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the car — wet, rhythmic, obscene — as the whole vehicle started to shake from their fervent sex, suspension creaking softly like a secret accomplice. Alex was in ecstasy, getting fucked hard and deep, each thrust slamming against his prostate and sending waves of pleasure radiating through his body, the taste of David's cock still lingering salty on his tongue, heightening every sensation. He felt like he was floating, lost in the dominance, his shyness evaporated into pure, slutty abandon. David was no different — his boy's tight hole milking his thick dick with every clench, the warmth and friction driving him wild, his orgasm building like a storm in his balls, breaths coming in grunts against Alex's neck.
Suddenly, waves of sensation washed over Alex in an unstoppable tide, his body tensing as he screamed out — "Daddy! Oh fuck!" — his cock erupting without a touch, shooting cum into the confines of his pink panties, the lace soaking through instantly, warm stickiness spreading against his skin. As Alex came, his hole clenched rhythmically around David like a vice, the spasms milking him relentlessly and sending the older man tumbling over the edge. David's cock spasmed wildly, firing ropes of hot, sticky cum deep inside his boy — pulse after pulse flooding Alex's insides, the warmth spreading like liquid fire, marking him from within as David growled low and possessive, holding Alex down firmly on his lap until every drop was spent.
Their pace slowed gradually, the frantic rhythm of thrusts giving way to languid rolls of hips as they both caught their breath, chests heaving in unison, the air in the car thick and humid from their exertions. Sweat glistened on their skin — Alex's fair back slick against David's hairy chest, beads trickling down his toned lower back and past the dimples above his plump ass, while David's tanned forearms gleamed under the dashboard lights, his beard damp from nuzzling Alex's neck. The car windows had fogged up completely from the condensation of their intense fuck, opaque sheets of moisture turning the outside world into a hazy blur, the secluded layby feeling even more isolated, like their own private bubble of debauchery. Alex felt David starting to soften inside him, the thick cock losing its rigid fullness but still nestled deep, a warm, sated presence that made his hole twitch with aftershocks. A sudden realization hit him as a trickle of cum began to escape, warm and sticky, threatening to slide down his thighs. "Oh no," Alex gasped, his voice breathy and laced with playful panic, "I'm gonna drip cum all over your nice seats!"
David laughed — a deep, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Alex's back, his large hands still gripping the younger man's hips possessively, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the lace panties now bunched aside. "Don't worry, boy," he murmured seductively, beard scratching Alex's shoulder as he planted a soft kiss there, "you keep those panties on and they'll soak most of it up — but I want to take them home with me as a little souvenir. You'll just have to go commando for a part of the drive." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop, a gush of cum following, coating Alex's inner thighs and soaking into the frilly pink lace as David carefully tugged the fabric back into place, trapping the mess against Alex's skin.
Alex giggled, the sound light and breathless, his eyes shining with a mix of post-orgasm bliss and shyness as he shifted on David's lap, feeling the warm stickiness spread. "You're a naughty Daddy," he teased, turning his head to steal a quick kiss, tasting himself on David's lips, "but okay, you can keep them... as long as you buy me new ones! These are one of my favourite pairs — they make my ass look so cute."
David grinned, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a wolfish smile as he helped Alex lift off his lap, strong arms guiding him back into the passenger seat with gentle care, though his hands lingered on Alex's thighs, squeezing the smooth, pale flesh appreciatively. "Maybe I'll buy you a whole collection," he replied, voice low and promising, eyes raking over Alex's dishevelled form — the glistening skin, the cum-soaked panties clinging transparently to his spent cock, the flush still high on his cheeks. "And you can treat me to a fashion show soon... parade around my place in nothing but lace and let Daddy admire every angle." He readjusted his own seat forward with a mechanical whir, then pulled his trousers and boxers back on, tucking his softening cock away with a satisfied sigh. Alex, still catching his breath, put his t-shirt back on but left his jeans off to keep them clean, letting David's cum flow out of him in slow, warm dribbles that soaked the panties further, the lace growing heavy and sticky against his skin, a filthy reminder that made him squirm deliciously in the seat.
David started the engine again, the car purring to life as they pulled back onto the quiet rural road, the fog on the windows slowly clearing with the AC's help. For the next couple of hours, they chatted easily — about Alex's design work, David's finance deals, shared laughs over the party antics — swapping phone numbers midway (Alex slyly saving David as 'Daddy' with a winking emoji, while David entered Alex as 'My Boy' with a heart). The conversation flowed naturally, laced with flirtatious undertones, the lingering scent of sex in the air keeping the tension simmering. As they drew close to London, the countryside giving way to suburban sprawl and then the city's familiar skyline, Alex finally took off his panties — peeling the cum-soaked pink lace away with a wet sound, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin before he popped them into the glovebox like a treasured memento. He shimmied back into his jeans, the denim feeling rough against his bare, sensitive ass, a subtle reminder of his commando state. As they pulled up outside Alex's cramped flat — the streetlights flickering on in the early evening dusk — David grabbed him by the collar for one last kiss, deep and claiming, beard scratching Alex's chin as their tongues tangled briefly. "I'd better be seeing you soon, boy," David murmured against his lips, voice gravelly with promise.
Alex got out, slinging his bag over his shoulder, but just before he closed the car door, he leaned back in with a coy smile, eyes sparkling. "You'd better have new panties for me next time I see you, Daddy..." He shut the door with a click, waving as David drove off, the Land Rover's taillights disappearing into the London night, leaving Alex buzzing with anticipation for whatever came next.
