Sleepover Saturdays

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© Ralphe Brandon 2023

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I woke up feeling dreadful, and yet, my cock was still hard as rock, all while I had the most intense wet dream ever since the day I could have one. I couldn't get the image of my best friend fucking my father out of my mind. Even as I got to fall asleep, my dreams were plagued by Andrew fucking Hauer cornhole-ing my dad's upturned ass. What's worse is when I was about to wake up, Andrew was gone and was replaced by myself standing behind my father, POV if you must, fucking his silly little brains out, screaming "fuck me, son!" over and over as I drove my particularly large tool in and out of his slick chute.

"Fucking hell." I muttered before putting the pillow over my face and screaming silently into oblivion. "This is beyond fucked up." I muttered as I got out of bed and took a cold shower to will my dick to go down. When I got out, I remembered Andrew was still with us but when I looked over at the airbed, it still looked as if it hadn't been used. A feeling of anger washed all over me because I knew for a fact that he slept in dad's bed last night. I dressed up for a run and crept silently towards the house door. When I passed by dad's room, I heard the unmistakable sound of moaning, but, I stopped dead in my tracks because I heard something different this time.

"You like that, son? You like daddy screwing your perky little muscle ass?" I heard my dad say. What the fuck? I stood absolutely still, afraid that they might hear any form of movement. 

"Yes daddy!" Andrew moaned. "Fuck me." He groaned then in a whisper, he said. "Fuck me like how you'd want to fuck your son."

I was mortified. I was appalled. I was harder than I could've ever been in my life. 

"Say my name." Andrew blurted out. 

"Andrew, son." Dad moaned. I heard a slap. 

"No. Say my fucking name." Andrew said devilishly, menacingly. It was hot. 

"Fuck." My dad moaned. "Jared, my son."

"Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you've imagined this." I was speechless, but, I also felt my dick spewing copious amounts of precum and it was starting to soak my jock. 

"I want this son. I've never wanted anything so bad in my life. Jared, fuck!" I could hear the rhythmic slapping getting faster. I could hear Andrew's moans getting deeper.

"Breed me. Cum in me like how you've imagined doing to your Jared." Andrew said kind of loudly, enough to wake me up if I were still in bed. 

"Shhh. You might wake Jared." Dad said. "Fuuuuck. I like it when you do that." My dad said loudly. 

"Now who's being noisy?" I could feel Andrew smirking and whatever he did, he did it again because my dad howled. If I didn't wake up to Andrew's earlier, that howl definitely would. 

"I'm cumming. I'm gonna breed your tight naughty ass." My dad said, almost kind of screaming. 

"Breed me daddy. Maybe next time, it'll be Jared's hole you'll be coming in for real." My dad moaned so loud I believe Andrew's dad Jonah could've heard it from across the lot. 

I came. Inside my jock and my running shorts. I was soaked and I didn't even touch myself. 

When I regained composure, I silently crept down the stairs and out the house and dashed as fast as I could. I needed to clear my head. I needed to focus. No matter how fast my anger rose last night and earlier today, it dissipated in an instant when I heard dad wanting to fuck me, too. I was confused, still a little angry, but most of all, extremely turned on. It was like I didn't cum from the stairs earlier this morning. "Focus, you dumbass." I said to myself as I ran. 

I just ran. The fresh air helped a bit in clearing my mind. I realized that it was one thing to want my dad, it was another for my best friend to betray me like that. It took more than an hour to sort the stuff in my head and as soon as I was done running, I needed to get even. Well, maybe not even, but I needed to tell Andrew's dad, Jonah, that his son has been screwing my dad for god knows how long. At the end of my run, I ended up in front of the Hauer house.

I know Jonah was inside because he works from home, just like my dad, and they usually go to their office together. Dad's staying home today so I knew he was, too. Perks of being the owner, I guess. When nobody answered even after I rang the doorbell, I went inside. He might not have heard me when I knocked or rang because that office of his is almost soundproof.

I walked slowly, didn't know why I had to do that but for some reason, something didn't seem right. When I got near Jonah's office, he wasn't there. 

And then, there it was. The unmistakable sound of rhythmic slapping. Andrew's dad has a woman in his room. I giggled a bit and turned around, but when I was about to leave, I heard something that has brought back everything I've been feeling earlier and more. 

"Is that Eric's cum?" Jonah said.

"Yeah. Fuck me faster dad. Use Jared's dad's cum as lube. Breed me, too." Andrew moaned as he said those words. 

This cannot get anymore fucked up, and yet, I was still hard as rock.