The Size of Texas – Part 11

Everyone in this story is 18+

-------------Austin’s POV------------

Daddy knelt in the middle of my bedroom. The crotchless front framed him perfectly — heavy, half-hard, already wet — while the rest of him looked like he’d just stepped out of his driveway. Tight white T-shirt, ball cap still on, wedding ring catching the light.

“Say it,” I told him, lounging back against the headboard, one knee up.

“I live next door,” he said, eyes fixed on me. “Got a wife. A little baby asleep down the hall. Yard sign out front with my name on it. Voted red every election.”

“And what are you doing here, Daddy?”

His throat worked. “I’m here to worship the boy next door.”

I smirked, crooked and mean. “Good neighbor creep. Start where you belong.”

He crawled forward on his knees, leather creaking, until he was bent between my thighs. I lifted my foot and pressed it to his shoulder to hold him there, making him wait. His breathing was already shaky, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the room.

“Lick,” I said.

He leaned in, hands sliding up my thighs, and buried his mouth between them. His tongue found me immediately — wet, hot, relentless — pushing in, tracing circles, dragging flat across me like he couldn’t get enough. I rested one hand on the back of his head, pressing him closer, while the other stroked myself slow.

“That’s it, Daddy,” I said. “Taste what you came for. Taste what you risk your precious campaign for.”

He groaned against me, the vibration curling low in my stomach. He went deeper, sucking, tongue darting, the sound of him eating me out loud and filthy in the quiet room.

I let him keep at it until I was slick and twitching, then shoved him back by the forehead. His mouth was shiny, lips parted, breathing like he’d run a mile.

“Now show me how bad you want it.”

He kissed the head of my dick once, tentative, then whispered, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… let me suck you.”

“Beg.”

“Austin, please. I need your cock in my mouth. I’ve been thinking about it all week — at the dinner table, at church, in meetings. Please let me taste you.”

I shoved forward before he could finish, burying myself in his mouth until I hit the back of his throat. He gagged, then steadied, swallowing around me like he’d trained for it. I kept my hand on his head, holding him still while I fucked his mouth, each thrust sloppy and messy.

“Good little family man,” I said through my teeth. “Bet your wife doesn’t know you suck cock better than she ever could.”

He made a muffled sound that might have been agreement, and I grinned, pushing deeper. When I finally pulled out, he gasped for air, spit stringing between his lips and the head of my dick.

“Your turn,” I said, glancing down at him straining through the leather. “But you’re gonna ask for it.”

“Please, Austin,” he said instantly. “Please suck me. I’ll do anything. I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll mow your lawn for the rest of the summer. I’ll sneak out every night. I’ll… fuck, I’ll drop out of the race if you want me to.”

I laughed, low and sharp, then knelt in front of him. I dragged my tongue up the length of him, slow, feeling him shiver, before finally wrapping my lips around the head. He swore under his breath, hips twitching, but didn’t dare move his hands from where they clenched at his sides.

I took him deeper, sucking hard, swirling my tongue, then pulling back just to watch him strain. “Pathetic,” I said, then went down on him again, faster, until he was panting.

“I’m close,” he warned, voice breaking.

I pulled off immediately, smirking at his desperate expression. “Not until I say so.”

He groaned, head dropping forward. I pushed him back until he was sitting against the wall, then climbed onto him, straddling his chest.

“You’re here to worship, the son next door. So do it.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, and his mouth was back on me, licking me open, sucking, his breath hot and uneven. I stroked myself while he worked me, and when I felt the tension snap tight in my gut, I shoved my dick back into his mouth and held him there as I finished.

He swallowed everything, eyes closed, like it was communion.

“Good neighbor,” I said, tapping his cheek.

We were still catching our when suddenly.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

 So loud it made both of us jump. The sound was shrill, endless, bouncing off the walls, and then the smell of smoke slid under the door.

We looked at each other, both half-naked, him still in leather with his dick out.