My Daughter's Boyfriend

All characters are 18+

There's quite a divide in my family when it comes to the holiday season. My wife likes to feel like she's running some sort of military boot camp, and if she had her way, every distant relative and third cousin twice removed would be sat around our dinner table.

My youngest son Cal doesn't particularly care what happens as long as he has the latest game on his pc to absorb himself in, and my daughter Chloe used to be the same until recently, and now she reminds me of her mom, which I guess is a good thing.

I, on the other hand, prefer a much more laid back, calm Christmas period, consisting of doing as little as possible and enjoying the break. Naturally, two women always win against a man and his unbothered son, so the house had been heaving with life for days.

Finally, when the festivities had come to an end, most of the extended family had returned to their homes, and those who hadn't, were about to. The one person who seemed impossible to get rid of, was Dre.

I still hadn't made my mind up about the young man. As a father, it's my job and duty to vet the stray boys that my daughter brought home, and in the past, I'd been quite good at that. I guess intimidating a fifteen year old as a forty one year old is quite a lot easier than intimidating a grown, nineteen year old hockey player, and so I found myself in a bit of a pickle.

The pair had met the previous year in a library, and if either of them thought that I believed that, they didn't know me very well. Of course, my precious daughter had the inherent need to find the worst possible forms of the male species to bring home, but so far, Dre was proving somewhat different compared to past rivals.

Cal absolutely idolised him. I found myself feeling rather ridiculous when I became almost jealous at the relationship the two of them had. I was supposed to be the cool, hip male role model, not some cocky little college asshole. Alas, Cal and Dre became close.

My wife adored him, too. Not only did she adore him, but she regularly made a point in complimenting him, both to his face, and behind his back.

"Oh Clo, he is exactly the type of boy I would have gone for when I was your age" she'd say, or "he's so handsome, Mike, isn't he?" As though I would agree with her.

But I suppose he was extremely handsome. He had the rugged hockey player build, with a sharp jawline, flawless skin, chunky arms, mesmerising eyes, devious smile... Christ, he really was good looking.

The biggest issue I had with my daughter's boyfriend was his attitude. He had this cocky, carefree persona that didn't sit right with me. Perhaps it was my overactive imagination, or maybe I was just trying to pick holes in the guy, but something about him felt off.

Christmas had been quite strange with him in the house. Chloe was only eighteen, and even though she was technically an adult, I wasn't allowing some jumped up college kid to sleep in her bedroom. Not under this roof. No way.

"What do you suggest, pops?" Dre had asked with a grin, "want me to bunk in with Beth?" To which my wife blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl.

He made himself at home almost immediately. I had walked in multiple times to find the young man draped over the sofa, feet up, lazily flicking through the television. My television, in my seat, and he did it with a smug smirk on his face, as though he knew he was getting to me.

It was absurd, and nobody in the family seemed to believe me.

"Oh stop it, Mike" Beth said, waving me away, "he's a kid for God's sake!"

"He's not a kid" I reminded her, "he's nineteen, and he's doing it on purpose!".

"You're paranoid, dad" Cal interjected.

"And you're twelve" I reminded him, "now go and mow the lawn or something".

When Dre began to refer to my child as son, and started purposely getting handsy with my wife, I was desperately close to losing my shit at the dinner table, but for the sake of peace, I decided to hold off until the holidays had come to an end, and when Beth decided to take the kids out for the day, I had the perfect opportunity.

"I think I'll hang back, babe" I told her, "I have a few bits I want to do around the house", I added, my eyes narrow and glaring at Dre.

"Yeah" he nodded, as though he was ready for the challenge, "I'll give you a hand, pops".

I clenched my teeth, he bared his in a smile, and an hour later, we were alone.

"So"

"So"

Only the kitchen island separated us in something that felt like a western showdown. I held his stare, neither of us wanting to even blink.

"What's your game, Dre?"

The teenager scoffed and leaned back confidently in my chair.

"Game?" He asked, smirking, "I don't know what you mean".

"You know exactly what I mean" I growled, "is it my daughter that you want or my wife?"

For a normal person, the question would have been shocking, but Dre wasn't a normal person. He closed his hands around the back of his head and his smile grew wider.

"You're forgetting someone else" he told me, and before the words left his mouth, the knife drawer almost exploded from the counter as I yanked it out.

"Wow, wow, hold your horses, pops!" He laughed, "I'm talking about you".

The glint of the steel blade caught my eye. My hand was wrapped around the handle, and I was ready to boil over until I made sense of what the young man had just said to me.

"What?"

Dre shrugged his broad shoulders and got to his feet. I watched as he walked around the island and stopped inches away from me.

"I want you, Mike"

I shook my head and tried to comprehend his words. Was this a joke? Was he playing with me? I stared back at him, a look of disbelief on my face, and he simply stood there, looking stupidly handsome.

"You've been stressed, Mike" he told me, "I can see it in your eyes".

The young man moved with velvety ease until he stood behind me and closed his hands over my shoulders. My eyes fell shut and a shiver of pleasure ran down my back as he squeezed.

"You're so tight, pops" he whispered in my ear, and I almost got lost in the feeling until I remembered who he was.

"This needs to stop" I told him sternly, stepping away, "whatever little game you're playing, I want no part in it. When Chloe gets home, you'll tell her you're leaving".

Dre chuckled and I gawped.

"No can do, pops" he told me, "not until I get what I want".

I felt my blood begin to boil as I glared at him. Was this kid fucking serious? I'd just given him his marching orders and he was defying me?! In my own fucking house!

"I told you!" I snapped, "I'm not playing games with you, so you're leaving when they get home, got it?"

"How about this, Mike" he said smoothly, "how about you stop trying to be some macho man protector and let me take care of that for you".

The vein in my head was beginning to bulge as my blood pressure soared.

"Don't worry, old man" he smirked, "I can fuck your wife and your daughter enough to keep them both happy, and when Cal turns eighteen, hell, I'll even fuck him, too".

I lunged at him. My fists balled and ready to cause as much damage as physically possible, but Dre was impeccably strong, and he wrapped his powerful arms around me and subdued me with ease.

"Get out" I hissed, my face red and sweating, "get out of my fucking house, now".

"I told you, pops" he slithered in my ear, "I'll go when I get what I want".

"And what do you want, Dre?" I spat.

"You".

It was like some type of drug. The anger that I felt toward the cocky young man seemed to melt away as he held me in place. Less than five seconds ago, I wanted to kill him, yet here I was, almost enjoying the feeling of his strong hands squeezing me.

"Why don't you start undressing, Mike?" He asked, but he was already pulling the buttons from my shirt, and astonishingly, I was letting him.

I watched him reveal my naked chest. I couldn't believe what was happening, but it was happening. I felt my belt loosen, then my pants fell to my ankles and he slid them out from under me, and finally, with one swipe, my underwear came away, and my daughter's boyfriend had stripped me naked.

"Now doesn't that feel better, Mike?" He whispered, turning me around to face him, "no more worrying about being a big, strong man" he continued, his fingers running down my chest. "No more trying to protect your family" he mouthed, squeezing my nipples, "just comfort in knowing that a real man is doing it for you".

It was like my dignity had been stripped away with my clothing. I stood there frozen, unable to reply to him as my cock began to swell.

"I knew you wanted it" he smirked, "I knew you needed me, pops".

"T... This isn't right, Dre" I gasped, and watched as he lowered his shorts to reveal a pair of tight boxer briefs.

"Do you think Clo and Beth will be able for it?" He asked, pulling a long, meaty cock from the waistband, "do you think you'll be able for it?"

Again, my words were lost somewhere in the back of my mind. I should have been trying to kill this guy, but instead, I was letting him say and do what he wanted.

"I guess your wife hasn't felt a real cock in a long time, huh?" He continued, slapping his meat against mine, "maybe I'll let you sit in the corner and watch when I let her feel mine".

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I watched him inflate.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mike?" He breathed, his hand now forcing me to my knees, "maybe I'll even let you clean up once I'm done with her".

I was face to face with his cock before I had a chance to stop it. The disturbing truth was that even if I could have stopped it, I don't think I would have.

The warm musk from the teenager washed over me like a blanket of arousal, and all I could do was gawp as he rubbed his cock across my lips.

"Go on" he nodded, feeding the head into my mouth, "taste the cock that owns this family now".

I did taste it. I tasted it and I loved it. I tasted it and my own cock swelled. I tasted it and my masculinity poured down the drain.

"That's where you belong, Mike" he reminded me, my throat filling with his flesh, "on your knees like a good little dog".

I gagged on him, but he wasn't even rough. He was enjoying this. He wanted me to submit fully to him without him even having to try, and here I was, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Oh yeah" he moaned, running his hand through my hair, "get a good taste, because you're gonna get used to this".

My tongue lashed up and down his shaft, tasting the salty juices that poured from him, and my hand instinctively reached for my own eager cock, and I pumped it mindlessly.

I choked on Dre's cock for longer than I'd even realised. I knew that there was a large pool of pre-cum drooling down my fist and onto the tiles, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the pre-cum in my mouth, and it was delicious.

I felt his cock swell between my lips, and the athletic young man gasped and groaned, and began spewing cum into my throat which I gulped down hungrily. It was mind blowing, and just as my own rod began to burst with ropes of sperm, the door opened.

"Oh, hey babe" Chloe said, seeing only the top half of Dre behind the kitchen island.

My eyes bulged in my head, but when I tried to back off, Dre's hand grabbed my head and held me in place.

"Hey baby" he beamed, still drooling cum into me, "have a good afternoon?"

"Yeah" she replied, and my heart exploded in my chest, "I'm going up for a shower, I'll be back down soon".

A moment later my wife appeared.

"Hey Dre, is Mike around? I need help with some bags".

"Oh don't worry, Beth" Dre grinned, "I'll help you with those, I think Mike's busy, anyway".

"You're a star, Dre" she replied, "thanks".

I remained completely silent as my family all went about their business, and I kept Dre's soft cock in my mouth. He looked down at me with a smug grin and rubbed my head.

"You like it down there, don't you, pops?" He asked, and I didn't answer.

"Good" he nodded, "because that's your place from now on".