Sleepover With My Friend's Dad Pt.3 (Patreon)

We had college exams right after that last night at Jake's house. I texted Jake a couple of times but he was a bit behind in studies so he didn’t have time for a while.

When the final bell rang on the last exam, marking the official end of senior year for good, Jake and I exchanged triumphant fist bumps in the hallway. We texted that afternoon about celebrating properly, and he suggested one more sleepover to cap it all off, our way of saying goodbye to the tradition before our jobs split us. It was the last chance to feel Silas's hands on me. I resolved to seize every second, to push boundaries further than before.

I arrived at their door that Friday evening with my backpack. Jake yanked the door open with a whoop, pulling me inside for a back-slapping hug before he led the way to the kitchen where Silas stood at the stove. The sight of him in a fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose those hairy forearms made my dick stir; I adjusted my bag in front to hide the evidence and managed a casual wave while Jake dove into stories about how he had nailed the English lit final despite hating every assigned book. We sat down to eat around the table and I shifted in my seat to ease the growing ache between my legs.

After dinner we escaped to the basement. Hours slipped away in laughter; I faked bigger yawns as the clock ticked past midnight, rubbing my eyes and claiming exam fatigue had caught up hard, hoping to steer us upstairs sooner. Jake pushed back every time, reminding me with exaggerated seriousness that if this really ended our sleepover streak we owed it to ourselves to drag it out. He kept the energy high until nearly two, when even he admitted defeat and we trudged upstairs like zombies.

We settled into his room the usual way and lay in the dark trading whispers about post-graduation road trips we swore to plan. His voice slowed eventually and I forced myself to wait a little longer, staring at the ceiling while my heart raced and my cock throbbed under the covers from sheer expectation.

Finally,  I eased from the bed and crept down the hall on silent feet and I approached Silas's door. I pushed inside and locked it softly behind me and turned to find him waiting propped against the headboard.

"I've been waiting for you," he said.

I crossed the room in quick strides, dropped to my knees on the mattress beside him, and took his cock into my mouth without preamble, I swirled my tongue exactly as he had taught me last time. I worked him thoroughly before I moved lower to his balls. I lapped at them greedily, sucking one into my mouth while my hand kept pumping his cock, then switched to the other and hummed vibrations against the sensitive skin until his thighs flexed. When I returned to his cock I pushed deeper, determined to take more than before, relaxing my throat until the head nudged the back and I gagged sharply, eyes tearing as saliva flooded my mouth.

He cupped my jaw and lifted me off gently. "Don't force it."

I dove back immediately, sucking with renewed focus, bobbing faster now while my free hand roamed his thigh, nails digging lightly into the muscle. He shoved my pants down my hips, palmed my ass, kneaded the flesh until I arched into the touch. One thick digit traced my crack, circled my hole teasingly, pressing just enough to make me whimper around his cock before he spoke.

"You'll let me play with your hole tonight, right?"

I pulled off with a wet pop as I met his eyes. "Anything you say, daddy."

He maneuvered me onto my stomach with my ass raised high, and knelt behind me, his strong hands spreading my cheeks wide to expose me completely. I braced for fingers but instead he leaned in and dragged his tongue flat over my hole in a single swipe that sent lightning up my spine. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle a moan.

"Be quiet!" he said.

I nodded frantically and settled back on his knees, hands returning to spread me open again. His tongue dove in without mercy this time, licking broad, flat strokes from balls to tailbone that left me shuddering, then narrowing to tight circles around the rim, teasing the muscle until it fluttered under the pressure. He pressed the tip inside next, breaching just enough to make my toes curl, then withdrew to suck lightly at the edges before thrusting his tongue deeper, fucking into me with short jabs that I couldn't resist pushing back against. Saliva dripped everywhere, slicking my crack and thighs as he ate my ass. 

I bit down hard on my forearm to stifle the groans bubbling up. He finally eased his tongue away from my ass after endless minutes of relentless attention that left me quivering and soaked, every nerve ending was alive from the thorough way he had opened me up with licks, probes,  and sucks that pushed me repeatedly to the edge of losing control. I stayed face-down on the bed while my hips remained lifted high. 

Behind me he shifted, reaching for the nightstand drawer again, and I heard the tear of a condom packet followed by the elastic snap of latex rolling down his rigid cock. He grabbed the bottle of lube next and poured a thick stream directly over my hole, the excess running down my crack and over my balls while his fingers worked it in deep then he coated the condom generously with the rest, stroking himself several times.

His large hands clamped onto my hips then as he hauled me back slightly, positioning me exactly where he wanted while the blunt, latex-covered head of his cock nudged against my entrance. I twisted my neck over my shoulder to watch him, taking in the full sight of his powerful frame looming behind me.

"I'm ready," I whispered.

I had practiced for this obsessively in secret, ordering a thick silicone dildo online that approximated his girth and length from my memory, training myself night after night in my locked bedroom with generous lube and patient stretches until I could sink down on the full toy without pause, riding it hard while I muffled cries into my pillow and imagined his body pinning me instead. Yet the moment his cock started pushing in, the difference was immediate and overwhelming, the subtle flare of the head forcing my rim to open wider than any rubber ever demanded, the pulsing veins dragging along sensitive walls in ways no toy replicated.

He advanced inch by inch, breaching the tight ring with steady pressure that flared a sharp burn through me, the stretch was intense despite all the lube and preparation as my body fought then surrendered around the invasion. 

I craved the fullness more than I feared the sting, I bit down on the pillow to trap any sound while I focused on relaxing. The need to stay silent only amplified everything, the slick glide of lube eased his path and my hole clenched instinctively around the advancing shaft.

He paused several times to let me adjust, kneading my cheeks then resumed the push until his hips finally met my ass and he sat buried to the root inside me. I clenched hard around him in reflex as my walls gripped the entire length.

He leaned over me then. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, pushing my hips back to take him even deeper. "Yes," I said. "Fuck me, daddy."

He laughed then straightened and pulled back almost to the tip before driving forward in one long thrust that seated him fully again. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle the groan. He pulled near-empty before slamming home, each one rocked my body forward on the mattress.

As my ass loosened further around him, accepting the invasion more greedily, he increased the pace until his balls slapped against mine. He plowed into me without mercy now, his pistoned in and out. One hand clamped over my mouth whenever a moan dared to escape from my lips.

He shifted angles often, lifting my hips higher to plunge straighter down and hit new spots or pulling me back onto my knees so he could piston faster. At one point he straightened fully, both hands locking on my waist to yank me back hard onto every thrust, turning me into a ragdoll he used exactly how he wanted. Then he leaned forward again, his chest blanketed my back as he slowed to a grinding is cock in my ass. The constant pressure on my inner walls was making me go insane.

He alternated again without warning. I pushed back greedily to meet him every time. His free sliding under to pump my cock that matched his hips. He was thrusting faster now.

His cock swole thicker inside the latex with each drive. He banded an arm across my chest to pin me tight, his hips moved without mercy and finally buried himself fully with a quiet, drawn-out moan that vibrated through his body into mine. His cock pulsed hard inside the condom, spilling in heavy ropes that I felt even through the barrier as he ground deep to ride it ou.

He eased out carefully after several long moments, the sudden emptiness making me clench around nothing while he tied off the condom and dropped it into the trash beside the bed. His cock still stood semi-hard, glistening with lube as he rolled me onto my back and straddled my chest, guiding the slick length to my lips without a word. I opened eagerly, tasting lube and latex and him as I sucked him clean, tongue swirling around the head and down the shaft while he threaded fingers through my hair and watched me work.

He hardened fully again in my mouth in a few minutes. "Used the condom so I could come quick the first time," he said, pulling out just long enough to speak before pushing back between my lips. "Now I can fuck you again, raw this time."

I sucked harder in answer, bobbing fast and sloppy until he groaned approval and grew fully hard once more.

He fucked me raw then with renewed hunger,. The absence of latex changed everything, every ridge and vein dragged directly against my walls. He varied the pace mercilessly once more, slow, grinding until I shook, then hard, fast pistons that slapped skin loudly, he kept alternating until I couldn’t take it anymore.

He flipped me onto my side at one point, spooning behind to lift my leg and thrust from a new angle that hit deeper spots and made me bite the pillow hard to stay quiet. Then he pushed me flat on my stomach again as he rutted like an animal and his hand snaked under to stroke me in time. 

His thrusts turned wild near the end, hips slamming as he chased his release again, he buried himself fully one last time and came hard, his cock pulsed as he filled my ass with thick ropes of cum. He ground through every spurt, milking himself inside me until the last drop spilled, then stayed buried while we both caught our breath.

He collapsed over me for several long moments after flooding my ass. He eased out eventually then rolled me onto my back so I lay facing up, legs splayed and chest heaving from the intensity of everything he had just done to me. Without a single word he shifted lower, spread my thighs wider, and took my hard cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, his lips sealed tight around the shaft while his tongue swirled over the head and sucked hard.

He bobbed deep right away, cheeks hollowing as he worked me with the same skill he had shown before, one hand cupping my balls to roll them gently while the other pinned my hip to keep me from bucking too wild. I lasted barely a minute under the assault and I came hard down his throat with a muffled groan into the pillow, thrusting into his mouth as thick ropes spilled across his tongue. He swallowed every drop and milked me dry.

He rose up then. "So, will you join me this time or do I have to fuck you again?"

"Why not both?" I said.

"That's the spirit."

He grabbed my cock and tugged me up from the bed, leading me out of the room and down the short hall to the bathroom like that. He stepped into the shower first, turning the knob until water cascaded over his broad, hairy body, rivulets running down his chest and stomach, over the thick cock that hung heavy between his thighs. He waved me in and I joined him under the spray.

He reached for the soap bar first, lathering it between his palms before he started rubbing it across my body with thorough hands, rubbing my chest then sliding lower to knead my stomach, then turning me to work the suds into my back and down to my ass where he spread my cheeks and cleaned his own cum from my hole. He soaped my cock last, I hardened fully again in his fist. He pulled me closer under the spray then, my head rested against the wet hair on his chest while his arms banded around me and rubbed broad circles across my back.

"It's your turn."

He passed the soap into my hands, guiding me to face him again, and I lathered up eagerly, running my palms over his wide chest and through the thick mat of hair, tracing every muscle down his stomach to his hips before I knelt to wash his thighs and calves. Then I reached for his cock and rubbed it clean.

"Can you clean it again with your mouth?" He said.

I dropped the soap and sank fully to my knees on the tile and sucked with focus.

I concentrated completely on his cock when the bathroom door suddenly swung open and Jake's voice cut through the steam.

"Why are you taking a shower?"

I froze with Silas's cock still in my mouth behind the curtain as his father answered calmly. "Couldn't sleep, so I figured a shower would help."

"Okay," Jake said, and I heard the sound of him stepping to the toilet and starting to pee. I didn't dare move a muscle, barely breathed with my face inches from Silas's crotch, afraid any shift would rustle the curtain or betray my presence while Jake stood mere feet away.

"Hey, have you seen Mark?"

I thanked every choice that led to the thick curtain hiding me as Silas responded without hesitation.

"I saw him go to the kitchen."

"Okay. Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." He said.

The toilet flushed, the door clicked shut, and footsteps faded down the hall before I finally exhaled.

"That was close," Silas said. "You okay?"

"Yes," I managed. "But I haven't finished yet."

I dove back onto his cock with renewed focus and went to town, minutes later he pulled free to stroke himself faster, aiming lower so thick ropes painted my chest and ran down my stomach with the water. I rubbed it into my skin before the spray washed it away, then stood on shaky legs as we finished rinsing off.

He shut the water, grabbed a towel from the rack, and dried me roughly before wrapping another around my waist and leading me out. We parted in the hallway with a quick kiss and a squeeze to my ass; I slipped back into Jake's room where he was already snoring and I crawled into the bed but not before putting on some clothes.

The next morning, I packed my stuff. Jake never mentioned wandering the house last night or not finding me, chatting instead about summer jobs and interviews while Silas cooked eggs and bacon, acting completely normal. 

I excused myself to the bathroom midway through eating, and Silas followed moments later, cornering me quietly by the sink with a folded scrap of paper he pressed into my hand, his private number scrawled in pen.

"Hey, we've been having fun," he said. "I know you're heading out of the city, but when you come home and want to hang out, use this."

We walked out. Jake bounded in then, asking if I needed anything before we loaded my bag into the car. At the driveway Silas shook my hand firmly while Jake hugged me and promised to text about visiting each other soon.

I drove away, already knowing I would use it eventually, picturing a meetup without Jake around so we could drop every pretense of quiet and let the house echo with our moans. The wait was going to be long but it was going to be worth it.

The End