“Get that big cock in me,” he begged, dropping flat on the bed, presenting his puckered hole to me. “I’ll let you cum up my ass. You know you want to breed me.” My mind flashed to my wife at home in bed, waiting on me. But I couldn’t leave without pumping a load into the boy’s hungry cunt.
“He’s going to wake up the baby,” my wife had complained earlier that night, sitting up in bed at 1 am. “This has gone on long enough. You need to go over there and tell Adam to turn down the music.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts, not even bothering with a shirt, stumbling in the dark to find a pair of runners. “I’ll talk to the boy.”
It was predictable that the neighbor boy Adam would throw a house party when his parents left him home alone for the weekend. He had just turned eighteen, giving him an excuse to host a wild rave. I didn’t want to rat him out to his parents, for I remembered what it was like to be young and crazy—but I also wanted to get a good night’s sleep.
Cars lined the street and driveway leading up to the house. From the noise emanating from within, there had to be a hundred kids in the place.
Standing at the front door, clad only in my shorts and runners, I pounded on the door, struggling to be heard over the booming bass inside. A drunk girl, gripping a red Solo cup and wearing a translucent crop top that did nothing to hide her perky tits, opened the door.
“Oh my god. I thought you were, like, the cops or something,” she squawked, spilling beer onto my runners. “You’re, like, kinda hot for an older guy,” she smiled lasciviously, eyeing my hairy chest. “You wanna come inside?”
“No,” I barked. “I’m looking for Adam. Would you tell him to—”
“Oh—uh—hey, Mr. Walker,” Adam suddenly appeared, greeting me as he pushed the drunk girl aside. “Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, Adam,” I snapped. “Can you fucking turn down the music? My wife and I can’t sleep and we’re worried you’re gonna wake the baby.”
“Shit—I’m sorry,” Adam apologized. “Mandy, go turn down the stereo,” he instructed the drunk girl, who promptly waddled away. Within in a minute, the music had abated to an acceptable decibel.
“Thanks,” I offered curtly, my mission accomplished. But before I could leave, Adam lunged at me, gripping my arm.
“Please, Mr. Walker,” he implored. “I’m begging you—please don’t tell my parents that I had a party. They’ll take away my car.”
“I dunno, Adam,” I fibbed. “Your parents have a right to know that you—”
“Please,” he interrupted. “I’ll do anything to buy your silence—anything.” And with that, Adam’s eyes traveled down to my crotch.
I’m not gonna lie. I fucked a few guys in college. I was always drunk, just needing to drop a load. It was never romantic—just a pump and dump. But I stopped that shit when I met my wife.
Married and getting pussy on the regular, sticking my dick in a guy had been the farthest thing from my mind—until my wife had a baby and stopped spreading her legs for me. So when Adam offered to do anything for me, I found that I was powerless to resist.
“How about I suck you off?” Adam offered, dropping to his knees and attempting to yank down my shorts right there at his door, his hands groping my hard cock. “It looks like you could use some—help.”
“I don’t need a blow job,” I swatted his hand away. “But I could use some ass.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Adam replied, taking me by the hand and leading me through the house, the party raging around us.
Stopping at a keg in the middle of the living room, I filled up a Solo cup and chugged down the tepid beer as Adam guided me upstairs to his room. Nothing like a surge of alcohol to steel my resolve.
“There’s lube and condoms in that drawer,” Adam informed me, gesturing to his bed table as he stripped down and climbed on the bed.
“Nah,” I refused. “I prefer spit when I fuck. And unless you’re ovulating, I’m not gonna wrap it.”
“Works for me,” Adam smiled devilishly, turning his head back towards me as he got on all fours. Christ, I wanted to be inside him, the anticipation of being balls deep in his wet cunt driving me wild.
But then I paused. What the fuck was I doing? A married guy fucking some boy slut when I was almost old enough to be his father? Adam sensed my hesitation.
“Get that big cock in me,” he begged, dropping flat on the bed, presenting his puckered hole to me. “I’ll let you cum up my ass. You know you want to breed me.”
My mind flashed to my wife home in bed, waiting on me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t leave without pumping a load into the boy’s hungry cunt. Pulling down the front of my shorts and resting the waistband below my balls, I spit on my hard cock and pressed it against his eager hole.
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head rolling back in delight as I pushed balls deep into the boy. “Yeah, this cunt is exactly what I fuckin’ need.” Eager to dump my load in him and return home to my wife without raising suspicion, I began to pummel Adam‘s hole mercilessly.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he moaned, glancing back as my thick cock destroyed his tight cunt. “Damn, I love getting dicked down by a hung daddy. You gonna cum in me? You gonna seed my fuckin’ hole?”
“You know it, boy,” I replied, routing out his depths, the cum rising in my shaft. I couldn’t hold back my load, nor did I wish to try.
“HOLY FUCK—here it comes—take this fuckin’ nut,” I growled as I flooded his guts, my cock throbbing inside him, sweat dripping down my chest.
“We good now?” Adam asked as I pulled out of him hurriedly, my pearly load gushing from his wrecked hole. “You’re not gonna tell my parents about the party?”
“My lips are sealed,” I promised, pulling up my shorts over my spent cock. “Just keep the fuckin’ music down, okay?”
Five minutes later, I climbed back into bed with my wife. “Thanks for going over there,” she yawned. “What did you say to Adam to get him to turn down the music?”
“Oh, I just had a fatherly talk with the boy,” I smiled, stretching my arms behind my head, enjoying the post-coital satisfaction of empty balls. “Adam was actually quite—accommodating.”
“You’re such a good man,” my wife cooed, leaning over to kiss me, her lips meeting mine. “Wait a minute,” she demanded. “Have you been drinking beer? And why the hell are you so sweaty?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
