Adam's Dad - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

In my dreams he did things to me that I’d never known I needed. I was her, the woman in the video, and Tom had his wicked way with me. He stripped me down, pinned me back against the wall, but this time, Adam remained in bed. He touched me all over with rough, harsh hands, grasping me, squeezing me, forcing me to obey him.

Tom held me over his knee and spanked me like I deserved. He slipped fingers inside of me, deep enough that I moaned. Deep enough that my prostate trembled against him. He shoved himself into my throat, slapping me across the face to remind me of my place.

With my legs held over my shoulders, Tom fucked me like a wild animal. In my dream, I felt only pleasure as the man hammered me. I looked into his eyes, felt his hand around my warm, soft throat, and woke with cum in my pants.

“Did you just fucking moan?” I heard, and opened my eyes to find Adam standing across the bedroom, half naked, and looking remarkably hot for someone I wasn’t exactly interested in.

“What?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes and quickly feeling the warm sperm leak from my throbbing wood. “No, of course not”.

“Sounded like a moan to me” he scoffed, and pulled on his soccer jersey, “come on, we’re gonna’ be late”.

Just like every Saturday, Tom took us to the soccer game. I sat in the back, just like I always did, but the mood was noticeably different. Thankfully, Adam remained blissfully unaware.

“Good luck, lads” Tom said, as Adam stepped out of the car and hurried over to our waiting teammates.

“About last night, Noah” he continued, turning to me when the coast was clear, “I had a few too many beers, and I’m sure you did, too, so let’s move on from that and forget about it, okay?”

I felt my heart shatter as I stared at him. We’d been so close. So fucking close.

“I wasn’t drunk” I said, swallowing, “I told you that”.

He averted his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Well, I was” he said, “so that’s it”.

“You want this, Tom” I growled, because it was true! I’d seen Tom drink way more beers than what he’d had last night, and still be perfectly fine.

The man turned back to me, and once again gave me that stern look that was beginning to turn me on. Perhaps I had daddy issues, but I didn’t care.

“You’re eighteen, Noah” he reminded me, “I’m forty-one, this can’t work. It just can’t!”.

I shook my head and let out an angered laugh. “You’re afraid” I said, and he scowled. “That’s what it is, right? You’re afraid”.

“I’m not afraid”.

“Then what?!” I snapped, “I’m an adult, you’re an adult, and I want to do adult things”.

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, before I heard Adam call my name.

“Come on, daddy” I said, opening the door, “live a little”.

We won the game, but I had no idea until the final whistle sounded and Adam clapped me on the back.

“Nice work” he beamed, as we all crowded into the changing rooms and stripped down.

For most closeted guys my age, being jammed into a packed changing room with dozens of half naked young men would be a dream come true. I looked around, watching as eighteen and nineteen year olds shed their sweaty underwear, and yet, the only cock I could think about belonged to a forty-one year old man in the parking lot.

I looked over at Adam who was standing there talking to one of the others. He was naked below the waist, and reminded me of his dad the night before. He’d always been extremely confident, and I could see why. His cock was almost as impressive as his father’s, and my mind began to race with depraved thoughts as I watched him.

“Good game, boys” Tom said as we returned to the car, “am I dropping you home first, Noah?”

Adam guzzled from his water bottle before shaking his head, and Tom glanced at me through the rear view mirror as I smiled.

“He’s gonna’ stay another night, dad” he told the man, “his mom’s going out, so I said he could stay with us”.

Tom’s eyes narrowed. He knew I was lying, but he also knew there was nothing he could do about it in front of his son.

“Sure” he said, and we returned home.

There were no showers in the changing rooms, and both of us were sweaty and grubby from the game. “Do you want to take a shower first?” Adam asked, and I shook my head. He went instead, and left Tom and I alone once more.

The man sat in his usual chair and watched football, but I could tell by his eyes that he wasn’t paying any attention. His mind was on me, and mine was most certainly on him.

“Where’s your mom going?” He asked, without looking at me.

“To a party” I lied, purposely spreading my legs apart, so that my shorts stretched at my groin. Tom didn’t look.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Noah” he continued, “and it’s not going to work”.

He looked stern again.

“I’m not trying to do anything” I said, sliding my hand up the inside of my thigh, and noticing the fleeting glance he stole. “Just need a place to crash for the night, that’s all”.

He didn’t answer me for a moment, until the sound of the shower buzzed to life upstairs. Tom turned and looked at me, and his eyes landed between my legs.

“Why not Adam?” He growled, looking flustered, “why not any of those boys on your soccer team? Why not anyone else but me?”

“Because it’s you that I want, Tom” I whispered, “it’s always been you”.

“Christ almighty” he sighed, rubbing his face, “what would your mother think, Noah? What would Adam or my wife think?”

I pushed myself from the chair with the newfound confidence that I’d somehow acquired, and scrambled over to Tom, on my knees, between his legs. He glared at me, but he didn’t push me away.

“I told you” I said, my hands on both of his legs, “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Just use me, Tom. Treat me like the girl. Make me your slut”.

The man’s breathing became heavy. He didn’t answer me, but he continued to look deep into my soul.

“Get me a beer, Noah” he said, and my body tingled all over.

I hurried into the kitchen and grabbed Tom a bottle. I almost slipped coming back in, but handed it to him as quickly as I could.

“Open it” he told me, handing it back.

I grabbed it again, rushed back to the kitchen, popped it open and returned.

Tom slipped the head of the bottle between his lips and gulped from it. His tongue pushed inside for a second, and I felt a twitch in my shorts. Perhaps he noticed.

“Not when Adam’s in the house” he said, setting the bottle down, “it’s not right”.

“He won’t know!” I argued, and Tom reached up quickly, grabbed my collar and dragged me onto my knees. His face was inches from mine, and once again, I could smell the beer from his lips.

“I’ll know” he snarled, speckles of spit hitting me in the face. “You’re a very persistent boy, you know that, Noah?”

His warm breath washed over me with each word, and my cock was now painfully erect.

“A bit of a brat if I’m honest”. His hand returned to my soft, supple neck. “I don’t tolerate brats, boy”.

I let out a gasp as he held me. This was what I’d wanted. What I’d needed. I prayed that Adam had gotten preoccupied with his own cock up in the shower. I needed time with this man. I had to see how far he was willing to go with me. Almost instinctively, I reached for the bulge between his legs, and felt a sharp slap in the face.

“You touch when I tell you to touch” he snarled, and my cheek burned as I nodded.

“When?” I asked, and his jaw clenched, “please, Tom, I want you so bad”.

The bathroom door opened upstairs, but Tom kept his hand around my throat. He leaned closer again, squeezed me with his strong fingers, and whispered in my ear as his son walked down the stairs.

“Tonight, boy”.

I’d never been as nervous or excited in my life. Adam and I had some celebratory drinks in his bedroom, but we were celebrating for different reasons. Him; because we’d won the game. Me; because in just a few short hours, I was going to be used by his father.

“Are you good?” Adam asked, after a few hours of mindless chit-chat, “you’re acting weird today”.

“Yeah, yeah” I nodded, “just tired, that’s all”.

He accepted my excuse, and less than an hour later, Adam lay snoring, and I lay, staring at the ceiling in the dark, sporting a raging erection that hadn’t dwindled for most of the evening.

I could hear the low hum of the television downstairs. Every so often, I’d hear him getting to his feet and fetching a new beer. The knowledge that he was right downstairs, probably thinking of all the things he’d do to me, kept my cock wet as I waited.

He hadn’t told me when to come down, but I knew that this time, I’d have to ensure that Adam was sound asleep. I couldn’t risk him interrupting us, not least because he’d see his dad balls deep in me, but because our friendship would be destroyed.

It was after midnight when Adam’s snoring became so deep that I knew he was out until morning. I slipped out of the bed carefully, holding my breath to be extra sure, and quietly tip-toed out of the bedroom with my heart smashing in my chest.

This was it. I was finally going to lose my virginity, and I couldn’t think of a better man to take it from me. Tom was everything I wanted. His stern demeanour, his angry, cruel eyes, his strong, shovel-like hands, and of course, his thick, veined cock.

The hallway was dark downstairs, with only the light from the television pouring through the crack in the bottom of the living room door. I tried to calm my racing heart, but it was useless. I could almost hear the thing.

As I stood outside, I could see him in his chair. He knew I was there. He knew I was watching him from the darkness. He held his beer and stared at the television, and slowly, I stepped inside.

“Naked” he said, without even looking at me, “everything off”.

I almost gasped. Part of me worried that Tom would change his mind again. That he’d send me back to bed, and tell me to forget about my obsession with him. Hearing these words, sent a shiver of excitement through me.

I began to undress immediately. My hands shook as I pulled my clothes off. T-shirt, pants, socks, and finally, my underwear. I left them all in a pile, and waited by the door until Tom looked over at me slowly, and smirked.

“A brat with a small cock” he said, and gestured for me to step closer, “don’t the other boys make fun of you in the locker room?”

I shivered. Tom’s humiliating words made my cock spring to life, and it stood slightly over five inches long. It was nothing in comparison to what I knew he had in his pants.

I stood next to the arm of his chair whilst he inspected my naked body with his eyes. He spun me around by my wrist, stared at my pert ass, and pulled my cheek apart with his hand.

“Such a smooth cunt” he said, teasing my rim with his calloused thumb, “do you finger yourself, Noah?”

I swallowed before I answered.

“Y… Yes daddy”.

“Show me” he told me, “show me what you do when nobody’s watching you”.

Tom dragged me toward the table in the middle of the room. It was already cleared, and I wondered if he’d done that in preparation. He lay me down on it, my back pressing against the cool wood, and stepped aside.

“Do it” he growled, “make yourself feel good, boy. Play with your body like you do in bed. Like you do when you’re thinking about me”.

How could I resist? I’d never been as aroused in my life, and before I even managed to grip my wet cock, I was already gasping and moaning softly.

I stroked my tool as Tom watched me intently. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to contain the excitement that was growing inside me. Each tender pump of my teenage prick made me tremble, and then slowly, I spread my legs apart, and revealed my most intimate area to a man more than twice my age.

“Good” he nodded, slurping from his bottle, “get a finger in there”.

I obeyed him. With my body sweating and writhing, I sucked my middle finger and slowly pushed it into my warm, tight hole. I jerked my hips softly, still working my pole as I slid in and out, hooking my pussy and spreading it apart to show him that I was willing and able to take him.

Tom allowed me to continue until I was close to orgasm. My breath was strained and rapid. My eyes squeezed shut, and my balls began to churn, and just as I threatened to erupt, the man called a stop.

“Have a drink, boy” he smiled, and crouched down next to me, his beer in his hand.

I leaned toward him, until he yanked my leg further into the air, and shoved the bottle top against my hole.

“Oww” I moaned, as he worked the glass into me. Twisting and turning, slowly pumping, and eventually sliding the entire neck into my bowels.

I felt my rectum tingle as the beer flowed into me. The fizz made me squirm, but the feeling of fullness against my prostate sent my eyes rolling. Tom tipped the bottle until every drop had disappeared inside, and slid it out with a wet pop.

“Don’t spill a drop on my floor” he warned, and grabbed a handful of my hair before dragging me onto my knees.

“This what you want, boy?” He growled, roughly unbuckling his belt, inches from my face. “Huh? You want to be treated like a slut?!”

“Yes!” I gasped, wincing as he pulled my hair, “yes, daddy!”

He grunted and ripped the belt from his jeans. He looped the thick leather around my neck, tightened it until I could feel it squeeze my throat, and held the other end in one hand.

“You’re my dog now, boy” he spat, “what are you?”

I was too awestruck to answer fast enough. His heavy palm clashed against my cheek, dazing me instantly.

“What are you?!”

“Y… Your dog, daddy!” I whimpered, my face tingling.

“Yeah, and what do dogs do, boy?” He continued, as his free hand ripped at the zipper of his jeans, and began to dig inside for his beautiful, musky rod. “Dogs sniff, boy”.

It flopped out between the zipper, bulging and drooling onto the floor below. He was already half hard, and one of his veins looked to be the same size as my entire cock. He dragged his balls out, too. They hung low, covered in a blanket of thick, dark hair, and looking full and delicious.

“Go on, dog” he spat, using the belt to pull me closer to him, “start sniffing”.

His meat pressed against my face and I moaned with pleasure as I huffed in a long, deep breath of pure, visceral man. The stench filled my lungs, making me drool onto his balls as I inhaled him again.

“Get your nose in my nuts” he ordered, and I did.

His ripe aroma could have made me cum by itself. It reminded me of my own cock when I jerked off one too many times at home, but there was something much more masculine about Tom’s fragrance. I could smell the damp, heavy stink of straight from him. I don’t know how I knew it, I just did. I could tell that this amazing cock had produced life.

“Look at me” he said, “let me paint that slut face”.

I looked up, my eyes teary from excitement and arousal. Tom grabbed his pole, and squeezed it upwards like a tube of toothpaste. A huge, clear bulb of pre-fuck splashed onto my forehead. Another one poured out after it. They were so thick that I could feel them hit me, and when he’d dumped five or six heavy droplets, Tom used his slippery helmet like a paintbrush.

“Such a pretty whore” he grinned, sliding his bell-end across every inch of my face. Keeping my head bent backwards by my hair as he spread his slime all over. “Keep that tongue in your mouth, boy” he hissed, when I tried to taste him, “you’ll have plenty of time to use that soon”.

My stomach growled as the beer threatened to spill from my clenched hole. Every part of my body tingled with sexual pleasure, and when Tom finally finished covering my face, he grinned down at me.

“Now” he said, unhooking the belt from my throat, “get your ass to bed”.

I stared up at him. Surely I’d misheard.

“W… What?” I gawped, “but… But…”

“Did I stutter?” He asked casually, stuffing his cock back into his pants, “go to bed, Noah”.

Tom walked back to his chair and sat down. He crossed his legs, grabbed the remote control, and began flicking through the stations as I sat on my knees, doused in pre-cum, and uncontrollably horny.

“I… I… But…” He glared at me, and I almost felt like crying.

“You’re gonna sleep like that tonight” he told me, “with your face covered in slut juice and your pussy filled with beer”.

My cock twitched, but I was horribly confused.

“No touching yourself” he continued, an evil smile on his handsome face, “and we’ll see how depraved you’ll be this time tomorrow”.

I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. My head was about to explode, and so was my cock. I opened my mouth to argue. I needed Tom to understand how much I craved this, but he raised his hand.

“Your mom’s going to another party tomorrow night, right?” He said, and although she hadn’t even been to one tonight, I slowly nodded. “Good” he whispered, “because Adam and his mom are spending the night at her sister’s place, so it looks like it’s just gonna be me and you, boy”.