Dad’s Coffee

I could hear stirring downstairs as I woke up at 5am, Id been up most of the night helping my friend grace plan her dads surprise birthday. Her Parents house was huge beyond imagination so I was too eager to offer my help and stay the night.
Her parents weren’t due home until this afternoon, maybe it was grace rattling around downstairs?
I decided to get up and investigate, rather than laying there restlessly.
I made my way down a grand staircase that lead to a very spacious hallway adorned with Grace’s baby pictures. I smiled as I walked past.
I heard some cutlery clanging coming from the kitchen and followed the noise.
“ Ah you must be Grace‘s friend?”, a friendly voice spoke out, making me jump.
I had never seen Grace’s dad in person before, he was around 6ft tall with salt and pepper hair, light blue eyes and a really fucking handsome smile. He stood there in a green robe, no shirt and green pin striped pyjama trousers.
‘’I’m just making coffee, want a cup?”, he asked with a wide smile.
“Yeah please, I’m not usually up at 5am, I need one!”, I joked back.
“Haha, yeah I guess it’s necessary at this hour, no one will be up for hours”, he informed me, looking me right in eye.
He walked towards me until he was inches from my face, i could smell the first cup of coffee on his breath,
“Sorry, just gotta get a cup”, he smirked, reaching his arm up over my head to the cupboard behind me, his robe came open a little and I got the scent of his arm pit as he stretched up. It smelled like fresh sweat, like a nights sleep, musty and masculine.  I instantly got hard, the type of hard that makes your cock ache,  I was only in a tee shirt and boxers so I knew he’d see when stepped back.
“Oh,“, he taunted, looking down at my dick then back into my eyes.
“Maybe you don’t need that coffee to perk up after all?’, he laughed.
I must have gone bright red, I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment and excitement. I was speechless, I stood there for what felt like an hour in silence with him inches away from me.
“It’s alright”, he told me, looking down at his pyjama trousers, “Maybe I don’t need the second cup either“.
I tentatively looked down, his opening in his cotton pyjamas and burst open, his thick, proud cock jutting out. Fuck. It was huge, he reached down and pulled his foreskin back. Nothing needed to be said, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go.
I got down on my knees, my cock now in my hand too, I grabbed him with my other hand, the thick veins pulsating in my palm and pushed as much of his dick into my throat as I could......