Wayne looked at me. “I… like… I like girls,” he said. Again, the conviction was woolly. Then he returned his gaze to my cock.
“So do I,” I said. “After all, I am Jade’s father.”
“I guess.”
“But this is just a bit of fun,” I said. “Try it. You might like it.”
“I’m not gay,” he said. Finally!
“Nor am I,” I said. “Jade’s father, remember?”
“I…” he was out of excuses – not that there had been many. He opened his mouth a little and I took my chance. I pushed the tip in a little.
“Mmpphh,” Wayne said. But he didn’t pull away.
“More,” I said, encouragingly.
Wayne, transfixed, moved forward and sucked a little more down.
“Mmm,” I said. “Nice.”
Wayne pulled back now. “I guess,” he agreed. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s OK,” I said. “You’re just trying new things.”
It’s the taste that finally turns them, Julian had said and, in Wayne’s case (as, indeed, it had been in mine), that was true. He had had a taste of the forbidden fruit and now he wanted more of it. He opened wide and pushed my cock into his mouth.
He gagged. We’ve all been there, I suppose. Too much, too soon.
“Slowly,” I said. “It’s not an ice cream. It won’t melt if you take your time!”
Slowly, but with increasing confidence, Wayne took more of me in. I watched as his dumb buzz-cut bobbed, slowly, on my cock.
“Nice,” I repeated. “You’re good at that.” Give him confidence, Julian had advised. It sounded like a good plan, so I was determined to try my best.
“Mmmhmm,” Wayne replied. I assumed it was an acknowledgement of my comment, but his mouth was a little preoccupied at the moment.
I put my hand on the back of his head. I didn’t force anything, just guided here and there. He didn’t actually need much guidance, though. For a guy who had told me he wasn’t gay, he was pretty good at this.
Soon he was bobbing up and down and taking almost all of me in. I’m not some giant-cocked porn star, but I’m not small, either. I was impressed. A few gay guys hadn’t got this much in.
But even better than his ability to take me in his mouth was the moaning. I’m not sure he even knew he was doing it and I didn’t say anything in case it frightened him off, but it was fucking nice to hear!
I began to feel that pressure deep within me. Although Julian had suggested that – if I get to this stage – I should just erupt in his mouth, I’ve never been one for that sort of thing, so I decided to warn him. If he pulled away, he pulled away. I was pretty close and could quickly get myself off and cake his pretty ugly little face with my cum if I had to.
I didn’t have to. I warned him – swear to God I did. He made that “mmmhmmm” sound again and just kept going. That was as good as a gold plated invitation and so, when the pressure got too much, I just let go. “Ahh! Oh, fuck! Shit! Yeah! Fuck! Cumming! Cumming for you! You made me fucking cum! Yeahhhh!”
The first blast almost choked him. He had been warned and hadn’t pulled away, but it was also his first time and he didn’t realise how powerful those shots are. I half expected him to pull away and spit, but he surprised me by just pulling back a bit and doing his damnedest to swallow what I was giving him.
There was loads in my load. He tried, manfully, to keep it all in, but some escaped. When I finally finished and he pulled his mouth off my cock, he looked really cute with my cum dripping down his chin. I used my finger to clean it from his face and offered it to him. I expected him to turn his nose up at it, but he surprised me again by sucking the dribble off my hand.
He smiled at me. “Just trying new things,” he said.
“Then let’s try something else,” I said and – without warning – I grabbed his heels and flipped him up. His bare arse was in the air, though his pants were still round his ankles as he couldn’t remove them with his trainers in the way. Not that they were in my way yet. Later, maybe; but not yet.
“What the fuck are you… oh! Oh! Oh, shit!” His shout of fright as he thought I was about to rape him ended with a moan as I penetrated his arsehole. Not with my cock, but with my tongue.
“Shit! Fuck! Do that again! Please! Fucking do it again!”
Fair enough. He asked for it. I licked his cute little button again.
“Oh, god! I gotta get Sophie to do that,” he moaned. The gormless little prick didn’t even realise he’d screwed up and admitted his cheating on my precious little girl. “So fucking nice!”
I’ll give you nice, you cheating little fuckwit, I thought to myself. Don’t get me wrong – I didn’t want to hurt him (much), but I was determined that, by the time I’d finished with the little bastard, he wasn’t ever going to want Sophie ever again.
So I carried on licking this arsehole’s arsehole. And boy did he squirm! “Shit! Yeah! Fuck! Wow! Love it! Do it again! Deeper! Like…yeah! Like that! Wow! Oh, wow! Oh, fuck!” This last came as I replaced my tongue with my finger and wiggled it inside his butt-hole. I plunged in to the second knuckle and began massaging his arsehole with my finger, in and out. He gasped, over and over, as I did so. “Wow! Yeah! Wow! Fuck!”
I released his arse for a minute and allowed him to sit up. He did so, with a confused look on his face.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked and I had to suppress a smirk. If you’d told this little shit-for-brains at breakfast that, within a couple of hours, he’d be wondering why his (soon-to-be-ex-) girlfriend’s father wasn’t finger-fucking his arse any more he’d have thrown something at you, but here we were.
“Because,” I said, “there’s not much more we can do with your pants on. Get them off. Properly. And I can show you so much more.”
By now I don’t think he had any idea what was happening to him. He liked it – that was enough. He pulled his trainers off without undoing them and divested himself of his remaining clothing; t-shirt, socks, pants and underwear.
“Now what,” he asked.
“Now, you turn over,” I replied. This was it. This was the moment of truth. He must have known what that would lead to. He was nineteen, not nine.
He turned over. As if to prove he knew what was coming, he asked “so, you gonna fuck me now?”
I was, momentarily, taken aback, but I recovered myself quickly. “Do you want me to,” I asked.
He thought about it for a moment. “Yeah. Kinda. I think I do,” he said. “If it’s gonna feel nice,” he finished.
“It will,” I said. “Eventually.”
Wayne looked at me over his shoulder as if to see whether I was being cruel. He obviously liked what he saw as he carried on with “OK.” That was it.
I licked his arse again and then plunged a finger inside again with one hand whilst trying my best to lubricate my cock with the other. Without proper lube this was likely to fucking hurt but, as this was all planned, I had some KY just nearby and was generously covering myself in it. I used a well-lubed finger to lubricate his arsehole and then got into position behind him.
“Last chance to say no,” I said. I didn’t think he would and he did not disappoint me. Apart from his being a cheating little twat, that was.
“Do it,” he whispered.
I pushed in, slowly and he gasped and tried to get away. Unfortunately for him, he came up against my sofa and couldn’t move very far. I got back into position and pushed again. “Oh! Shit! Wow! That… AHHHH!”