Mister Clark - Part Two

MISTER CLARK

Part Two: Life Saver

*What the fuck am I doing? This is insane. I can't believe I'm here, in a hot tub, with Devon's stepfather, doing... Whatever this is we’re doing!*

I shut my eyes as Eric stroked me harder.

*But it feels so good. His hands, they're so sure, so confident. Like he knows exactly what he's doing. That’s what I need. That’s what I’ve been craving.*

One hand firmly fisting my cock, the other cupping my chest, Eric Clark’s thumbs were rubbing slow circles around my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

“You have such smooth skin, Ash. So soft, so inviting.”

“Ah… Really? Hum…”

“Do you like this, Ash? Do you like the way I touch you?”

I swallowed hard.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

What was there to say?

Instead, I let out a soft moan, a sound that seemed to come from deep within me, a primal sound that betrayed my desire.

Eric lightly smiled, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

“I'll take that as a yes.” He breathed in my neck.

I had never been touched like this before; I had never been this close to another man.

But there was something about Mr. Clark, something that made me want to explore this new sensation, this new feeling.

I had been questioning myself and for the first time, I was given answers.

He jerked me off harder while caressing my nipples. He played with my “tits” as he said.

“Fuck, Ash.” Eric murmured; his voice thick with desire. “You're so fucking responsive. I can feel your cock growing under my touch.”

I let out a groan, my head falling back against the edge of the hot tub.

There was no point in resisting, I was just there to feel and to enjoy.

“That’s crazy… That’s so… So good.”

Eric continued to stroke me, his grip tight and sure, his thumb swiping over the head of my wet cock, spreading the precum that had already started leaking from it.

“Look at you, all hard and dripping for me. You like this, don't you, Ash?”

Of course, I did!

I could not form coherent words, I could only moan in response, my hips moving in time with Eric's expert hand.

“You want more, don't you? You want me to make you feel even better?”

God… What did he have in mind?!

I suppose that I should have thought about Devon and end this charade right there.

We had gone too far already. Not only Eric was a freaking dude, but he was twice my age and he was the step-father of one of my best friends.

Yet, I could not ask him to stop.

It was way too good to stop.

I nodded yes and Eric chuckled, satisfied.

“Good. Then let me show you what I can do.”

Eric's voice was a low purr, a promise of pleasure to come.

He released my cock, only to sink his hand deeper into the water and cup my balls, his skilled fingers rolling them gently.

“Fuck, Eric, that's...”  

Again, I could not find the word.

“You like that, huh? You like the way I touch you?”

“I… I do…”

“You want more?” His hands groped my ass gently caressed by the hot tub’s jets.

“More?”

“Yes… You know exactly what I mean.”

I did.

My cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and desire.

The truth was, I had never wanted something this badly.

I was like on fire, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation.

“Please, Eric… I want you to… I want you to…”

Still, I could not finish a damn sentence!

Eric's dark green eyes widened, the lust in them was undeniable.

He leaned in even closer.

“You want me to fuck you, Ash?” He growled.

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Fucking hell, Ash, I never thought you'd be so fucking eager. I fucking love it!”

Eric's hand left my balls so he could fully grip my waist, and he moved closer, his body pressing against mine.

I could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hair against my own smoother chest.

More importantly, I could feel Eric's cock, hard and thick, so fucking massive on my side, now pressing against my thigh.

“I want to taste you first, Ash. I want to feel that pretty cock of yours in my mouth.”

The dirty talk drove me to the edge.

I was pretty sure that my dick had never been that hard and horned up.

“Yes… Yes, please.”

Eric grinned.

“Such a polite boy. I’m proud of you, Ash. Devon knows how to pick his friends.”

I did not like that he mentioned Devon’s name but what could I do? Scold the guy who was making me feel this way?

Impossible!

His hand wrapped around my cock once more. He gave it a firm squeeze, making me moan louder.

“You want my mouth on this, don't you?”

Why was he torturing me like that?

He had already won!

Of course, I wanted his mouth, in fact, I wanted all of him.

I nodded, my hips moving restlessly in the water.

“Fuck, just do it, please. I’m begging you.”

Eric's grin widened; this was what he had been waiting for.

He finally released my demanding cock, only to slide his hands underneath my arms and lift them effortlessly out of the water.

I let him take the wheel. I was his puppet and I was fine with the idea.

In fact, I felt a relief in not having to make a decision here. It was easier to listen to my urges this way.

Besides, anyone who had the power to make me feel so good could do whatever he wanted with me. That was my new rule.

I found myself splayed out on the edge of the hot tub, my dripping cock jutting out from my body, begging for attention.

It soon had it.

Eric knelt between my legs, his eyes roving over my body like a predator surveying its prey.

I shivered.

I was vulnerable but suddenly, I was also oddly confident. This was meant to be.

“You're gorgeous, Ash.”

I could have blushed.

I had never felt so exposed, so desperate for something I had never even imagined I wanted.

But here I was, spread out for Mister Gold Digger Clark like a feast, my cock throbbing and aching for the man's mouth.

Eric reached out, his fingers grazing my inner thigh, making me jump.

“Easy, Ash… You can relax, that’s all good. No big deal.”

My whole world was turned upside down but it was no big deal.

I took a deep breath. I was so obedient.

Finally, I felt the warmth of Eric's mouth envelop the head of my cock. The older man’s tongue swirled around the sensitive skin.

“Ah… Yes…”

I felt his beard and light moustache against my shaft.

That was hot as fuck.

It was not my first blowjob, but God damn it, it was as if!

A dude does not blow you like a chick, I can tell you that much, although, maybe Eric Clark was just special.

His hands gripped my wet hips, steadying him, as his mouth worked its way down my length.

Nearly eight inches of thick meat, but visibly, he was a pro! He could swallow my rod like a lollipop.

I was trembling from head to toes with the effort of not thrusting into Eric's mouth.

His head bobbed up and down, taking my cock deeper into his throat with each pass.

The sight of Eric's mouth stretched around my cock was almost enough to send him over the edge and make me cum right there.

The sensation was indescribable, the heat and wetness and the tightness of his throat making my hips buck involuntarily.

My fingers found their way into Eric's hair, gripping the strands tightly as I guided Eric's head up and down.

Finally, I could talk. I could comprehend what was happening.

“Your mouth feels fucking incredible.”

An actual sentence. And what a statement! Right?

Eric hummed in response.

He continued to bob his head up and down until he gagged.

The man was an unstoppable vacuum for my bone!

I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of Eric's throat, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, I'm close, Eric.” I warned him, my fingers tightening in his hair.  

Eric pulled off with a pop, and I let out a whimper of protest.

“Not yet, champ. Not until I say so!”

Precum was drooling in his trimmed beard.

I groaned in frustration, my cock aching with the need for release. But I trusted Eric, trusted that he knew what he was doing.

He stood up, his body dripping and towering over me in the tub.

In this position, his cock simply looked humongous.

“We're not done yet, Ash. Not by a long shot.”

He reached down and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me effortlessly off the edge of the hot tub.

He was strong.

“Where are we going?” I mumbled like an idiot.

“You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want to feel your tight virgin hole wrapped around my big white cock?”

My throat got dry.

My asshole was itching at the mere thought.

“Yes, Eric. God, yes. Please fuck me.”

Saying this out loud made my head spin as I was carried away like a bride by the gold digger.

“Such a filthy little mouth you have, Ash.”

He stepped back, pulling me up with him.

I got back on the floor, walking on my own bare feet.

Eric led me to the fancy bathroom next door, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat of the hot tub.

I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin.

“Get on the counter!” He ordered.

I had a moment of hesitation.

Wait… What was happening to me?

I thought about the meme. You know, the one that says: “that escalated quickly”.

This had escalated way too quickly.

I was visiting Devon for the week-end and now I was about to get my ass fucked… And it was not just by a random dildo, or even a dick that I would have found manageable, I was going straight for the monster cock.

Although “straight” was probably a wrong choice of word here.

Yet, the desire in Mister Clark or Eric or whatever I should have called him’s eyes and the ache in my own cock won out.

I climbed onto the counter, my heart pounding in my chest, vibrating up to the ring of my anus.

The cool marble was a shock against my bare skin, but it only served to heighten my arousal.

Eric watched me. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch my legs. He spread them apart, his touch was, as always, firm and sure.

“Fuck, you're so responsive. Your body's shaking with need. You want this as badly as I do. Nah, even more, I bet.”

I hated that he was right but he was.

And after all, maybe I did not hate it that much anyway…

What if I was eager for his big dick in my ass? Did it make me any less of a man? I did not think so.

“I do want you, Mister Clark.”

He smirked.

This time, I had called him by his surname on purpose. I thought it would provoke him.

“Let's make this happen then.”

He reached down, his fingers tracing the curve of my groin, thighs and stopped at my virgin ass.

I squirmed, my hips naturally lifting off the counter, begging for more.

In the end, my body was speaking more than my brain.

“You're so fucking eager, aren't you? You want my dick, don't you?”

“Make me your bitch.”

My own words shocked me.

Eric surprisingly did not react. It was like he had expected from me.

At times, I felt like he understood me for than I did myself.

I watched as he took a tube of lube from the shelf next to the sink and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

Eric's cock, hard and angry, a thick vein running along the side, was ready.

I licked my lips, a nervous habit I had, as I stared at Eric preparing himself.

He looked up to me, a wicked smile on his naughty face.

“You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?”

I stared at his huge dick.

“I’ll do my best.”

He caressed my cheek.

“I know you will, baby.”

Eric's fingers were slick with lube, and he reached between my thighs, stroking over the sensitive skin of my uncharted hole.

“Ah…” My voice was strangely high-pitched.

“Easy, man… Chill.”

I shut my eyes again, trying to calm my breathing.

I felt Eric's fingers press against my tight hole, the lube making the touch smooth and slippery.

“God… I… I’m actually doing this.”

“Yes, you are, Ash…” Eric coaxed. “Everything’s fine… Just let me in.”

I felt the pressure increase, my body tensing as Eric's finger pushed slowly inside me. I gasped, the intrusion was intense and overwhelming.

“Ah…”

“Shh… Just relax. It'll feel better in just a moment. The less you’ll fight this, the easier it’ll get. I promise.”

I listened to his advice.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and I took another deep breath, trying to ease the tension in my body.

I had to let my hole and my insides adjust to the sensation.

From this point on, I focused on the rhythm of my own breathing, in and out, in and out…

Eric's finger moved slowly, a gentle thrust and retreat following the rhythm of my breathing as he worked on loosing me up.

I was on such a high-alert state that I could feel every inch of that finger lodging itself in me, I could feel the burn and the stretch as Eric pushed deeper.

I attempted not pushing back against the invasion… Letting it in… Penetrating me…

“That feels... that feels so fucking weird.” I said after a while.

“It's a new exciting kind of weird, isn't it?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Trust me, it only gets better.”

I trusted him fully.

Why? Devon had spent many of our conversations dishing on his step-father… I was supposed to hate the guy.

Yet, I agreed to become his toy to play with.

What can I say? Devon’s mother probably suffered from the same disease.

That man was just too damn hot to resist!

It was not just the way he looked; it was the way he carried himself. He was confident without being cocky. Charming without being obnoxious. Directive without being authoritarian.

He was a real man. He was exactly what I did not know I needed.

And this cock… Fuck… Have I mentioned this glorious cock?!

Eric slipped his finger deeper, twisting it slowly, stretching me open.

The burn eased, replaced by a strange, new sensation—a fullness, a heat that spread through me like wildfire.

“You're a virgin, huh? Thought so. Don't worry, baby, I'll ease you into it.”

I nodded, my breath hitching as Eric's finger pressed deeper, brushing against something that made me gasp.

“Oh… Fuck… That’s… I think that’s the spot!”

Eric’s grin was triumphant.

“Told you! Now let's get you ready for my cock.”

He withdrew his finger slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt the emptiness, the sudden hollowness that made me ache for more. Instantly, I was an addict.

Eric took the tube of lube and squeezed more onto his fingers, coating them liberally.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Ash. Real business is starting now.”

I did as I was told, feeling sluttier than ever.

I spread my legs wider, the cool marble of the countertop biting into my ass cheeks.

What was wrong with me? Why did I love to display myself like that?!

My dick was dripping precum on my stomach. I had to refrain from cumming on the spot.

Eric noticed.

“You're so fucking stiffed… Nice.”

“I… I want you inside me. I need it.”

And now I insisted!

I was truly losing my mind.

“You're gonna get exactly what you need, champ. I promise you that.”

He pressed the tip of a couple of his fingers against my hole again, applying more pressure this time.

Eric's index slid in slowly, inch by inch, the lube making the way smooth and easy, following by his middle finger, stretching me out.

I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white as I tried to relax, to accommodate a much larger intrusion.

Eric's fingers went deeper, creating in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Wow… That’s… That’s a lot.”

Eric smiled; his two fingers still buried deep inside my butt hole.

“You're doing great, Ash. Just a little more."

He withdrew his fingers slightly before pushing them right back in, his thumb now stroking over my sensitive virgin hole.

Was I still a virgin after this?

The sensation was overwhelming, but somehow, it was in fact getting much better.

“You're so fucking tight, Ash.”

I could sense Eric's fingers moving inside me, stretching me up, preparing me for some more.

I let out a soft whimper.

“Ah… Damn…”

“I’m so proud of you baby, you’re doing great.”

Eric thrust his fingers in and out, his grip on my hips tight and unyielding.

I was in a daze, not sure how much time passed, but suddenly, I felt something new, something thicker and broader than Eric's fingers.

Something wetter too.

“That's the head of my cock, Ash. Just let me in, little by little.”

“Fuck…”

This was real then.

This was truly happening.

My arms where shaking as I felt Eric's cock head press against my entrance.

Again, my body took the wheel. It naturally opened up. My asshole was itching for that monster cock to ravage my insides.

“That's it, Ash. Just breathe and let me in.”

Eric's voice was a rumble in the large bathroom.

I felt the pressure increase, my body tensing as Eric's cock pushed deeper.

The burn was intense, a sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before.

“I know that it might hurt, baby. Just breathe through it. It'll pass, I promise. You're doing so fucking good!”

Eric's seemed slightly thrown off as well.

His afternoon was probably turning very different from what he had in mind originally.

I wondered when he had made the decision to make a move? Everything had gone so fast.

He moaned when his girthy wet cockhead pushed past the initial resistance.

He got in, just a couple inches and he paused, allowing me to adjust.

“I’m popping your cherry, Ash. That’s an important moment, savor it.”

He leaned over and kissed me.

I welcomed his lips, his tongue, his warmth, his love…

I understood at that instant that I would never be the same after that. I could never go back.

As we made out, his cock slid deeper into my ass. Inch after inch, I was swallowing the beast.

Strangely, it did not hurt anymore.

I could feel the monster cock pressing against my inner walls, the sensation so different from anything I had ever experienced. Most of all I felt full, so freaking full, and the feeling was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

“You okay?” Eric asked, breaking the kiss.

“I am… I love it… I want more.”

Eric did not add a word but he shoved his cock deeper to fill me completely, stretching me in a whole new way.

His grasp on my waist and hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move, slow and steady.

Yes, he was banging me on the counter.

“So tight and yet, so welcoming.” He praised.

I winced, that boner was damn thick!

“You're gonna need to relax those muscles even more if you want me to fuck you properly.”

He could go even further?

That seemed impossible.

I panted. I let myself go. If there was more to take, I wanted to take it.

“That's it, Ash! Exactly… Hmmm… Now we’re talking!”

The fuck became more intense.

I saw stars as he pounded my prostate. Hard.

“You're doing so good! Yes… Hmmm… Hmmm…”

Feeling him losing control gave me a great sense of satisfaction.

The thrusts were alternatively slow and steady and then fast and intense. Soon, he was taking me balls deep.

My body arched against the wall behind me as Eric's pressed against something deep inside of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being.

“Fuck… Mister Clark… Eric… Aaaah…”

“Shh… Just fucking take it, baby.”

“Aaah… God… God, that’s so good… Yes… That’s it… Aaaaah…”

This time, I was the one leaning back toward him and kissing him deeply.

This was beyond anything I had imagined sex, or even life in general, could be like.

It was as if I had found my purpose in this world.

I know how crazy this must sound but it was truly as I felt as I reached my orgasm.

Eric Clark was no gold digger; he was a life saver!

He kept on drilling my hole while stroking my hard cock.

“Fuck, Ash.” He growled; his voice thick with lust. “I've hit your spot, haven't I? That's your prostate, babe. It feels fucking amazing, doesn't it?”

I could only nod, my whole-body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

The fuck continued.

I let every shockwave running through me.

I was alive, every nerve ending in my body tingling with pleasure, with need.

And then, without warning, I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheek, the pain radiating through me.

I gasped, my hips jerking in surprise, my hands clenching the countertop even tighter.

“Sorry, Ash, did I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Just a little spanking to make sure you're ready for me.”

I laughed.

It was like I was possessed.

“Slap me harder, sir!”

He laughed too and spanked my ass a second time, all the while he was banging my freshly wrecked hole.  

“Good, because I'm about to fuck you so hard, you're going to feel me come inside you, breeding your tight little ass. Are you ready for that, Ash? Ready for me to fill you up with my milk?”

“Yes… Breed me… I’m your whore.”

The sounds of the dirty talk and our bodies slapping together filled the room, a filthy, primal symphony that drove both of us completely wild.

The sensation was overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

I was probably nutting all over my chest without even registering it. Yes, I think that I was cumming.

And I was not alone…

“Your ass is so fucking tight; it's like a fucking glove around my cock! I'm gonna cum… Ahh…”

“Please… Fill me up.”

“You’re ready for your first creaming?”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“I’m cumming baby!”

Just as Eric's words left his mouth and the sperm starting flying out from his piss slit, the bathroom door flew open, and Devon stood there, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"WHAT THE….” He exclaimed, his voice a high-pitched squeal.

I barely saw or acknowledged him.

The sudden interruption only had for effect to send us both over the edge, Eric emptying himself inside me with a huge smile on his perverted face.

A large cock was throbbing in my ass, releasing what felt like gallons of cum inside me, who cared about Devon?

“ASH?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He howled.

Then only, I looked at him.

Oopsie.

His step-father was not only a gold digger, he was also a cheater, but come on, he fucked so good!

[THE END]