My dad's best friend was a little bit drunk and he fucked me while dad slept

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My dad's best friend was a little bit drunk and he fucked me while dad slept ​

An excerpt from BRANTLEY'S DADDY-TROUBLES

The summer before my senior year of college, my dad turned 50, and we planned a bash. It was an all-day BBQ at my parents’ house, with a large group of his closest friends.

Alex is my dad’s best friend. They had met about five years earlier when my dad’s construction company hired Alex’s plumbing company for a job. They hit it off, became fast friends, and my dad really only used Alex’s company for his jobs until about a year ago. There wasn’t a falling-out or anything. Alex found out his wife was cheating and ended up moving across the country for a “fresh start” after their divorce.

My dad had no idea, but Alex was flying in to surprise him for his birthday. I’m terrible at keeping secrets and was bursting at the seams to tell Dad. My dad was gonna lose his shit. He’d never say it, but my dad had taken it pretty hard when Alex left. They were just on the same wavelength and could hang out, doing nothing at all, and be perfectly happy. He hadn’t really had that with anyone else since Alex left.

I was also excited to see Alex again. He had been a gay awakening for me, and I still had an outsized crush on him. Alex is younger than my dad by a little more than a decade, so maybe 36 or 37. He had golden-brown, always-tanned skin, wavy dark hair, and the most incredible green eyes I’d ever seen. He was tall, maybe 6’2”, and had a more beefy, corn-fed physique than gym-built muscles.

What really drew me to him was his voice. He had an ultra-deep, musical, Georgian slow Southern drawl. When he spoke, his accent would just ricochet through my body. Magical.

The BBQ was a smash hit, with food, drinks, fun, and loud, nonstop laughter. It was a gorgeous summer day, sunny, with a light breeze, and the air smelled like the blooming lilacs my mom has everywhere. It was picturesque.

Dad was visibly shaken with excitement when Alex arrived. The day turned to evening with a fast-sinking sun. I had trouble keeping my eyes off Alex as the day wore on, but there were so many people that, thankfully, I don’t think he noticed. I made sure to talk to him, thanking him for making the trip, when he was away from the crowd. I’m a shameless flirt, but I did my best to keep it light and not get too lost in his eyes.

It was approaching midnight, and the drinks were still flowing. The music was loud, and the party didn’t show any signs of stopping. I had reached my “around-the-parents” limit of alcohol and decided to slip away before I took my flirting or behavior too far.

I changed into silky PJs and headed to my bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by Alex, standing at my toilet and peeing.

Time froze, and his image burned itself into my retinas and memory.

His pants were open, sitting low on his hips, and his cock was out, hanging heavy as a steady stream of piss hit the toilet bowl. He swayed on his feet, the alcohol clearly hitting him.

His green eyes turned toward me as I stood there, unable to move, my jaw on the floor.

Alex’s deep laugh shook me out of my stupor.

“Sorry, Alex,” I said, my voice too high and my eyes still locked on his cock.

“No worries. Not surprised you’re staring. You’ve done it all day. People might think you wanted to see this.” Then Alex shook his dick and turned toward me, slowly stroking it a couple of times before putting it away.

I was still frozen, my mind in a daze, unsure what to do. My heart was racing as Alex walked past the sink without washing his hands and directly toward me. He patted the side of my face with a hand that had just been on his bare cock.

“That’s okay, Brantley. It’s nice to be watched.”

Then he ran his thumb along my bottom lip, slightly pushing into my mouth, before laughing again and walking back toward the party.

WTF!!

I stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to make of the whole scene. I went ahead and brushed my teeth and continued my nighttime shower routine, even though my brain was screaming.

Back in my room, I barely got my door shut before I was wetting my cock with minty spit. I came hard in seconds thinking about Alex’s heavy cock. I lay there afterward, just reliving the moment, going over every minute detail of the interaction. The scene played over and over in my head, just counting images of his cock instead of sheep, until I fell asleep.

Somewhere in my sleeping brain, I heard my door handle giggle. My eyes groggily opened when the latch clicked closed. I could only see darkness, but there was a rustling sound of clothes coming off and a zipper lowering. I was trying to identify the sounds as I struggled to wake up.

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[IVANBROWN7]

My dad's best friend was a little bit drunk and he fucked me while dad slept ​

An excerpt from BRANTLEY'S DADDY-TROUBLES

The summer before my senior year of college, my dad turned 50, and we planned a bash. It was an all-day BBQ at my parents’ house, with a large group of his closest friends.

Alex is my dad’s best friend. They had met about five years earlier when my dad’s construction company hired Alex’s plumbing company for a job. They hit it off, became fast friends, and my dad really only used Alex’s company for his jobs until about a year ago. There wasn’t a falling-out or anything. Alex found out his wife was cheating and ended up moving across the country for a “fresh start” after their divorce.

My dad had no idea, but Alex was flying in to surprise him for his birthday. I’m terrible at keeping secrets and was bursting at the seams to tell Dad. My dad was gonna lose his shit. He’d never say it, but my dad had taken it pretty hard when Alex left. They were just on the same wavelength and could hang out, doing nothing at all, and be perfectly happy. He hadn’t really had that with anyone else since Alex left.

I was also excited to see Alex again. He had been a gay awakening for me, and I still had an outsized crush on him. Alex is younger than my dad by a little more than a decade, so maybe 36 or 37. He had golden-brown, always-tanned skin, wavy dark hair, and the most incredible green eyes I’d ever seen. He was tall, maybe 6’2”, and had a more beefy, corn-fed physique than gym-built muscles.

What really drew me to him was his voice. He had an ultra-deep, musical, Georgian slow Southern drawl. When he spoke, his accent would just ricochet through my body. Magical.

The BBQ was a smash hit, with food, drinks, fun, and loud, nonstop laughter. It was a gorgeous summer day, sunny, with a light breeze, and the air smelled like the blooming lilacs my mom has everywhere. It was picturesque.

Dad was visibly shaken with excitement when Alex arrived. The day turned to evening with a fast-sinking sun. I had trouble keeping my eyes off Alex as the day wore on, but there were so many people that, thankfully, I don’t think he noticed. I made sure to talk to him, thanking him for making the trip, when he was away from the crowd. I’m a shameless flirt, but I did my best to keep it light and not get too lost in his eyes.

It was approaching midnight, and the drinks were still flowing. The music was loud, and the party didn’t show any signs of stopping. I had reached my “around-the-parents” limit of alcohol and decided to slip away before I took my flirting or behavior too far.

I changed into silky PJs and headed to my bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by Alex, standing at my toilet and peeing.

Time froze, and his image burned itself into my retinas and memory.

His pants were open, sitting low on his hips, and his cock was out, hanging heavy as a steady stream of piss hit the toilet bowl. He swayed on his feet, the alcohol clearly hitting him.

His green eyes turned toward me as I stood there, unable to move, my jaw on the floor.

Alex’s deep laugh shook me out of my stupor.

“Sorry, Alex,” I said, my voice too high and my eyes still locked on his cock.

“No worries. Not surprised you’re staring. You’ve done it all day. People might think you wanted to see this.” Then Alex shook his dick and turned toward me, slowly stroking it a couple of times before putting it away.

I was still frozen, my mind in a daze, unsure what to do. My heart was racing as Alex walked past the sink without washing his hands and directly toward me. He patted the side of my face with a hand that had just been on his bare cock.

“That’s okay, Brantley. It’s nice to be watched.”

Then he ran his thumb along my bottom lip, slightly pushing into my mouth, before laughing again and walking back toward the party.

WTF!!

I stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to make of the whole scene. I went ahead and brushed my teeth and continued my nighttime shower routine, even though my brain was screaming.

Back in my room, I barely got my door shut before I was wetting my cock with minty spit. I came hard in seconds thinking about Alex’s heavy cock. I lay there afterward, just reliving the moment, going over every minute detail of the interaction. The scene played over and over in my head, just counting images of his cock instead of sheep, until I fell asleep.

Somewhere in my sleeping brain, I heard my door handle giggle. My eyes groggily opened when the latch clicked closed. I could only see darkness, but there was a rustling sound of clothes coming off and a zipper lowering. I was trying to identify the sounds as I struggled to wake up.

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I felt movement on my bed a moment before someone’s body weight pressed down on me. A startled yelp left my body before a hand covered my mouth.



“Shhhhhhhhh… quiet,” Alex’s low voice rang next to my ear before he pressed his body against my back, spooning me.



I couldn’t hear music anymore. The party must have ended. I smelled bourbon on Alex’s breath and sweat from a day in the sun. His scent was golden and warm.



Alex kissed along my neck, my biggest weakness, making me moan.



“You smell so good,” Alex said with a slight slur, the bourbon having done its job. He ran a hand down my pajama shorts to my bare, shaved legs. “So smooth,” Alex purred into my ear, nuzzling my neck before slowly kissing along it again.



My body was wide awake now and absolutely on fire. “This okay, baby?” Alex asked before pulling me against him. His hardening cock pushed into the thin fabric of my pajamas.



“Mmm-hmm,” escaped my lips as he nibbled at my earlobe. I arched my back, pushing into him.



“Yeah, you want this, don’t you?” His hips made a little jerk forward. “You want this dick?” He let out a drunk little chuckle as he gripped my hip and ground his hard cock into me, making me whine. His deep voice and sexy drawl tore through me.



He grabbed my hand and pulled it back to his bare cock. It was hot and velvety. He stroked my hand up and down, using me to jerk himself.



“You were eye-fucking me, now you’re getting fucked, baby.”



He hooked a thumb into the band of my shorts and pushed them down past my ass. There wasn’t any ceremony. He spit into his hand and slicked my hole before spitting again and wetting his cock. He put one arm around my neck and one across my hip, squeezing me to him as he lined up his cock and searched for my entrance.



I squirmed in his arms, trying to help him enter. I moaned loudly when I felt the pressure of the head of his cock trying to force its way into me. He clamped a hand over my mouth.



“Shhh, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Wouldn’t want to wake your daddy, now would we?” He was slowly sliding into me, the pressure intense. Delicious. His hot breath was right against my ear. “Mmmm. Then again, maybe he’d like watching you get stuffed.” He bottomed out, making me yelp into his palm, still covering my mouth. “Hearing his princess squeal.” He let out another drunk chuckle.



My head rolled back onto his shoulder as he made small thrusts in me, opening me up. The pressure on my prostate made my body tingle, flooding me with heat.



“Fuck, that hole’s tight,” Alex said, his hips finding a rhythmic, long, slow thrust. “You feel fucking great, baby.”



I love when guys praise my body. “Yeah, fuck me, Alex,” I begged, moaning as he slowly drove into me, stretching me so fucking good.



He pulled out suddenly. I was shocked and empty. I hated it. He pushed me onto my stomach with his body weight.



“Too gentle, baby? You wanna be fucked with this big dick?” he said low in my ear before spitting on his cock again. “Open those smooth little legs for me, baby.”



I barely moved before he slammed into me. I sucked in a breath. “Yeah, that’s better,” he growled, driving into me hard over and over. I loved the weight of him, how he was using me, driving me into the bed.



“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, arching and trying to push back into him. “Yeah, you’re being such a good hole for me. My dick loves you.” My toes curled hard as I felt his sweat drop onto me. He grunted as his hips slapped against my ass.

 

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I felt movement on my bed a moment before someone’s body weight pressed down on me. A startled yelp left my body before a hand covered my mouth.



“Shhhhhhhhh… quiet,” Alex’s low voice rang next to my ear before he pressed his body against my back, spooning me.



I couldn’t hear music anymore. The party must have ended. I smelled bourbon on Alex’s breath and sweat from a day in the sun. His scent was golden and warm.



Alex kissed along my neck, my biggest weakness, making me moan.



“You smell so good,” Alex said with a slight slur, the bourbon having done its job. He ran a hand down my pajama shorts to my bare, shaved legs. “So smooth,” Alex purred into my ear, nuzzling my neck before slowly kissing along it again.



My body was wide awake now and absolutely on fire. “This okay, baby?” Alex asked before pulling me against him. His hardening cock pushed into the thin fabric of my pajamas.



“Mmm-hmm,” escaped my lips as he nibbled at my earlobe. I arched my back, pushing into him.



“Yeah, you want this, don’t you?” His hips made a little jerk forward. “You want this dick?” He let out a drunk little chuckle as he gripped my hip and ground his hard cock into me, making me whine. His deep voice and sexy drawl tore through me.



He grabbed my hand and pulled it back to his bare cock. It was hot and velvety. He stroked my hand up and down, using me to jerk himself.



“You were eye-fucking me, now you’re getting fucked, baby.”



He hooked a thumb into the band of my shorts and pushed them down past my ass. There wasn’t any ceremony. He spit into his hand and slicked my hole before spitting again and wetting his cock. He put one arm around my neck and one across my hip, squeezing me to him as he lined up his cock and searched for my entrance.



I squirmed in his arms, trying to help him enter. I moaned loudly when I felt the pressure of the head of his cock trying to force its way into me. He clamped a hand over my mouth.



“Shhh, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Wouldn’t want to wake your daddy, now would we?” He was slowly sliding into me, the pressure intense. Delicious. His hot breath was right against my ear. “Mmmm. Then again, maybe he’d like watching you get stuffed.” He bottomed out, making me yelp into his palm, still covering my mouth. “Hearing his princess squeal.” He let out another drunk chuckle.



My head rolled back onto his shoulder as he made small thrusts in me, opening me up. The pressure on my prostate made my body tingle, flooding me with heat.



“Fuck, that hole’s tight,” Alex said, his hips finding a rhythmic, long, slow thrust. “You feel fucking great, baby.”



I love when guys praise my body. “Yeah, fuck me, Alex,” I begged, moaning as he slowly drove into me, stretching me so fucking good.



He pulled out suddenly. I was shocked and empty. I hated it. He pushed me onto my stomach with his body weight.



“Too gentle, baby? You wanna be fucked with this big dick?” he said low in my ear before spitting on his cock again. “Open those smooth little legs for me, baby.”



I barely moved before he slammed into me. I sucked in a breath. “Yeah, that’s better,” he growled, driving into me hard over and over. I loved the weight of him, how he was using me, driving me into the bed.



“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, arching and trying to push back into him. “Yeah, you’re being such a good hole for me. My dick loves you.” My toes curled hard as I felt his sweat drop onto me. He grunted as his hips slapped against my ass.

I was overwhelmed by him. He was using me, claiming me, and I was a whimpering, moaning puddle beneath him.







“Take it, fucking take that dick.” He was hammering his shaft into me. I could feel my body tensing as he steadily hit my prostate. I was gonna . My hole clenched down on him, my body coursing with shock waves as I came into the bed. Alex had his hand over my mouth as I screamed, his own moan loud against my ear.







“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m gonna ,” Alex said, still driving into me. “I’m gonna breed that ass, baby.” His voice was low and ragged.



My body was tense and rigid, radiating with my orgasm, when I felt Alex thrust deep into me and freeze.



“Take it, take my ,” he grunted as his hips jerked with each spurt flooding me. “Take it all, baby,” he growled before collapsing on me.



We were hot and sticky. I loved it, the feel, smell, and weight of him on me after being completely used. His cock softened, and his body jerked as his sensitive cock slipped out of me. He slapped my ass, letting out a little laugh.



“That was amazing, baby.”



I fully expected him to leave immediately, but he wrapped his arms around me, spooning me again. He kissed my neck as his breathing settled. He was snoring within three minutes, still pressed against me as his kids leaked from my hole.



He stayed that way all night, only slipping out as the first rays of dawn slipped into my bedroom.



It was weird the next day at breakfast, pretending my dad’s best friend hadn’t gaped me in the night.



He was gone by the afternoon, leaving me with a secret and an aching hole...






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