I sank back into the dark closet when the bathroom flooded with light and Phil’s father stepped inside. He kicked the toilet seat up as he unzipped his fly, sighing as the room echoed with the thunderous sound of his stream hitting the water. I leaned forward and risked a glimpse of the handsome man. As my dick hardened, my fingers slid easily into my hole, slick with saliva and his son’s fresh cum, and my imagination transmuted my fear into exhilaration.
As he shook his flaccid cock over the toilet bowl, Craig shouted out toward the hallway, “I’m going to grab a shower, Phil.”
“Oh,” His son said through the door, his voice dripping with worry, “but didn’t you say you wanted to go grab dinner?”
“Ten minutes,” Craig promised as he peeled his sweaty polo shirt up off his hairy chest and belly. I sucked in an excited breath as the man disrobed before my eyes. The fifty-something man and his 22-year-old son had the same manly frame, but the bulk on Craig’s body gave him a power. His footfalls were heavier and his movements more decisive as he stepped into the shower and turned the nozzle.
After a brief pause, the man stepped in and water cascaded down his mesmerizing form. Lathered with soap, his fingers left trails of suds as he ran them through the dripping forest of hair on his chest. I’d planned to sneak past when he pulled the curtain, but he left it wide open and even stood facing me as he dropped a hand to rinse his sizable, soft manhood.
Craig closed his eyes and the slab of meat in his fingers began to swell. He whispered as he worked, “Fuck yeah. Work that dick, slut. You need a real man to stretch your pussy. That’s right, beg for daddy’s dick. Bend over and rub that pussy on it. Let me have it, make you my little bitch. You like that?”
“Yes,” I whispered. His eyes opened. I had crept as quietly as I could from my hiding place and stood naked and grinning before the man.
He looked horrified as he muttered, “Who the fuck are you…?”
I turned around, holding his gaze over my shoulder, and bent forward with my hands on the kitchen counter to spread my smooth cheeks for him. I chewed my bottom lip and let out a desirous whimper.
“I can’t,” he muttered as he stepped a wet foot forward onto the mat. “You’re Phil’s…,” he went on as water dripped off his body onto the bathroom floor. “But damn,” Craig whispered as he rubbed a fingertip against my slick hole, “that looks like a hell of a pussy.”
“Please, sir,” I stared back at him and begged, “I need you now.”
Craig sank his manhood inside me like a knife through butter and we both gasped with pleasure. He pushed deeper, filling the void left by his son, and squeezed my hips with strong hands. Every thrust pushed me forward until I was pinned against the counter with Craig’s body bearing down on me. He leaned forward and breathed hard in my ear, rubbing every inch of himself against me and kissing my neck as he muttered about my pussy.
“You OK in there, dad?” Phil asked through the door.
“Two more minutes!” Craig yelled back in a strained voice.
“It’s just getting late and–”
“Two more fucking minutes,” the father barked as he quietly ravaged me under the veil of the shower’s white noise. He clenched his hand over my mouth and pressed lips to my ear. “You want daddy’s load in your pussy, slut?”
I moaned my answer.
“That’s right,” he muttered. “Gonna breed you. Put a baby in your belly.” Craig’s body tensed atop me and I felt his shaft pulse against my tight sphincter, flooding my insides with a load to match Phil’s. He panted atop me, taking deep breaths as his orgasm waned, until he finally slapped my ass with a grin and said, “Damn, boy. That was a hell of a pussy. You must be Phil’s ‘friend’?”
Craig left me bent over the counter as he pulled on a pair of a boxers and headed toward the closet. He called out, “Shower up and get dressed, boy. Let’s all grab some dinner and have a little talk.” He slapped my ass again as he walked by and headed out toward the hallway with a chuckle.
I peeled myself off the counter and rinsed off. This probably wasn’t how Phil expected to come out to his dad, but this was going to be quite the dinner.