Making My Friend's Dad Hard Part 3 (Patreon)

I woke the next morning to the most incredible sensation, a hot, wet mouth engulfing my cock, lips sliding down my shaft with confident pressure while a tongue swirled around the head on every upward pull. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Brock between my legs, his beard scratched my thighs. He sucked me with the same focus he applied to everything he enjoyed, firm suction, one hand wrapped around the base to stroke in perfect sync with his mouth while the other cupped my balls and rolled them gently. I arched off the mattress as I thrust instinctively into the warmth and wetness.

He lifted his head just long enough to grin up at me. “Morning. Figured it’s my turn to wake you up right.”

I groaned in response. My cock pulsed against his tongue and he swallowed every drop of precum like he craved the taste. 

I reached down, tugged at his shoulder. “Come here, I want yours too.”

He released me with a wet pop, climbed up the bed, and swung a leg over my chest to straddle me in reverse. His cock hung heavy above my face, already rigid and curving upward, the head flushed dark and slick. I grabbed his hips, pulled him downward, and took him into my mouth in one smooth motion, moaning around his length as he lowered himself fully onto me. At the same moment he leaned forward again and swallowed my cock back down, sealing us into a perfect sixty-nine, my hands gripping the firm muscles of his ass to hold him in place while we both sucked with matching hunger.

Both of our heads bobbing in tandem, our mouths worked opposite strokes so that when he sank deep on me I pulled back on him, and when he rose up I drove forward until my throat stretched around his shaft. His balls dragged across my nose on every downward push; I inhaled the musky scent of him, licked at the seam whenever he lifted high enough, then took him back in fully. He mirrored every move. Saliva dripped from both our mouths, coating shafts and balls and thighs, making everything slick and messy in the best way.

He retaliated by sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks until stars burst behind my eyes, and slipping a finger between my legs to circle my entrance without pushing in. The dual assault drove me wild; I thrust up into his mouth, fucking his face while I swallowed him deeper.

Pressure built fast in my groin, my balls drew tight against his palm. I tried to warn him, pulling off long enough to gasp his name, but he only doubled his efforts, sucking faster, hand pumping what his mouth couldn’t reach, finger pressing firmer against my hole. The orgasm crashed over me without mercy; I cried out, hips snapping upward as I spilled down his throat in thick, heavy pulses. He swallowed greedily, mouth working around my cock to take every spurt, milking me through the aftershocks until I shuddered and went limp beneath him.

He didn’t let up on me even then, kept licking gently, cleaning every drop while his own cock throbbed insistently against my tongue. I redoubled my efforts, sucking him with renewed focus, hand stroking fast, mouth sealed tight, finger now pushing shallowly inside him to curl against his prostate. He groaned loud around my softening cock, the sound muffled but desperate, and thrust erratically into my mouth. Seconds later he tensed above me, back arching, ass clenching as he came hard. Pulse after pulse emptied into me; I took it all.

We stayed locked together like that for long minutes, cocks softening in each other’s mouths, gentle licks and kisses traded lazily as we caught our breath. Eventually he rolled off me, turned around on the bed, and pulled me into his arms.

We finished breakfast, showered quickly and separately headed out for work. We left the apartment together, exchanging one last hug in the hallway that turned into a quick kiss against the door before we parted ways.

Around noon my phone buzzed, and I opened the message to find a photo from Brock: his cock strained rigid against the inside of his jeans at work. The text underneath read, “Gosh I’m still so hard even after what we did this morning.”

My own cock surged instantly, pressing against my zipper as I ducked into the bathroom stall for privacy. I snapped a quick shot down my open fly, my erection curved upward, flushed and leaking, and sent it back with the caption, “Same here.” Then I added another message before I could overthink it: “You’ve tried my mouth already… want to try my ass tonight when we get home?”

His reply came within seconds: “Fuck yes.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in anticipation of him finally going inside me, taking the last step. I left the office the moment the clock hit five, texting him on the train that I would beat him back. He arrived twenty minutes later and stepped inside flushed from the drive, beard a little windblown, eyes locking on me immediately with unmistakable hunger.

We stripped in the hallway without speaking as we moved to the shower together this time. His cock rose rigid against my thigh as I washed him, mine pressed into his belly, but we kept it light.

I toweled off fast, took his hand, and led him naked to my bedroom, the one place we had never crossed into together until now. I pushed him gently to sit on the edge of the mattress before I climbed onto the bed on all fours, knees spread wide, ass presented to him without shame.

He knelt behind me, hands running over my cheeks, spreading them to expose me fully. I reached back with the lube bottle I had grabbed from the nightstand, slicked two of my own fingers first to show him, then guided his larger hand to take over. “Start with one,” I told him. “Circle it first, get me used to the pressure, then push in the first knuckle.”

He followed every instruction, thumb spreading lube around my rim in firm circles before the thick pad of his index finger pressed inside, slow at first, then deeper as I relaxed and pushed back onto him. I moaned when he crooked the digit, searching, and gasped sharply when he found my prostate, rubbing over it until my cock leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath me.

“Add another,” I urged, rocking back. He worked a second finger alongside the first, stretching me open while his free hand gripped my hip to hold me steady. 

I pulled away only long enough to turn over the bottle again, pouring a generous stream of lube directly into my palm before I reached for his cock. I coated every inch of him thoroughly, stroking from root to crown in long. 

Then I lay on my back with my knees pulled tight to my chest, Brock knelt between my spread thighs, his own erection gleamed with the lube from the wide base surrounded by dark hair to the flared head that curved upward and pulsed with need. He stroked himself a few times, eyes fixed on my exposed ass, thumb spreading the slickness one last time before he positioned himself closer, the mattress dipping under his weight as he lined up the tip against my rim.

“Fuck me, Brock,” I said, locking eyes with him. “I want you inside me now.”

He nodded and gripped my hips with both hands, and pushed forward, the head breached me in one firm thrust that stretched me wide and filled the first few inches with burning pressure. I gasped at the intrusion, my ass clenched instinctively around him, but he kept going, sliding deeper until half his length buried inside me, his veins dragged along my walls and hit spots that made sparks shoot up my spine. He pulled back an inch, then drove in again, working himself farther with each push until his hips finally met my ass and balls pressed tight against me as he bottomed out completely.

The fullness overwhelmed me, his cock stretched me to my limits, pressing insistently against my prostate on every slight shift. Every inch of him inside me felt like completion, like something I had craved for years without naming it, turning me on beyond anything I had known before; my Brock claiming me this way, his body joined to mine in the most intimate act possible, made my skin flush hot.

He held still for a moment, kneading my thighs as I adjusted, then drew back halfway and slammed in hard. I moaned loud and pushed back to meet him. He leaned forward, braced one hand beside my head, and pounded deeper and dragged his cock over my prostate repeatedly.

“Flip over,” he grunted after several minutes.

I rolled onto my stomach fast, then pushed up onto all fours, arching my back to present my ass high while I spread my knees wider on the sheets. He moved behind me immediately, hands spreading my cheeks apart to expose my hole again, thumb circling the rim once before he guided his cock back in. In doggystyle he hit even better.

He gripped my waist tight as he fucked me relentlessly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, balls swinging forward to smack my own with each impact. I braced my arms against the mattress, pushing back to take him harder. The act fulfilled me completely, his cock owning my ass, stretching and filling me in ways no one else ever had, turning me on with every grunt he made behind me, every possessive squeeze of his hands as he claimed what had always been his.

Brock kept pounding me from behind in doggystyle until my arms shook from holding myself up and my cock swung heavy between my legs. He pulled me onto him over and over, burying himself completely each time, balls smacking forward with wet impacts that echoed through the room.

I turned my head over my shoulder, met his eyes, and gasped out the words between thrusts. “Want to see you, switch to missionary.”

He pulled out immediately. I rolled onto my back fast, pulled my knees up to my chest again, and spread myself wide. He moved forward without pause, knelt between my thighs, and grabbed the backs of my knees to push them farther apart and higher, opening me completely.

His cock found my entrance again, he thrust forward and sank balls-deep in a single push. I cried out, as the fullness returned.

In missionary he controlled everything, hands pinning my thighs wide, body weight driving each thrust, cock pistoning in and out with powerful strokes that lifted my ass off the mattress on the deepest ones. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him harder, deeper, urging him on as he fucked me steadily. 

He leaned down farther, chest pressing mine, beard scraping my neck and jaw as he kissed whatever skin he reached while his hips kept moving, cock spearing me open repeatedly, stretching me around his girth on every withdrawal and filling me completely on every return. 

The intimacy of facing him like this, watching his face tighten with pleasure, feeling his breath against my lips as he took me, pushed the arousal higher than before; every thrust reinforced the reality of my Brock fucking me.

I rocked up to meet him, my hole clenched tight around his shaft each time he bottomed out. He responded by pounding harder, the bed creaking under the force. We stayed locked together like that, eyes never breaking contact, bodies joined deep,.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down for a messy kiss and mumbled against his mouth between gasps. “Want you closer, cuddle fuck me from behind.”

He groaned into the kiss, thrust hard a few more times, then pulled out and helped me roll over onto my side. I drew one knee up toward my chest, opening myself for him, and he slid in behind me immediately, one arm hooking under my neck while the other wrapped around my waist to pull me against him. His cock found my hole again without guidance, he pushed forward and sank deep in one long thrust that made me arch and moan, the new position letting him spoon me tight while he buried himself to the root.

In this cuddle fuck he held me possessively, body curled around mine, beard nuzzling my neck as his hips started moving. 

He shifted his lower arm to pillow my head, then slid the other hand down my stomach and wrapped his fingers around my leaking cock, stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts, firm pulls from base to head. I bucked into his fist, then back onto his cock, caught between the dual sensations, his length filling my ass repeatedly, stretching me open while his hand pumped my shaft.

Pleasure coiled tight in my gut, balls drawing up as he stroked me faster, my grip tightened while he pounded deeper from behind. I turned my head over my shoulder, sought his mouth, and he met me in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

The orgasm slammed into me without warning, I cried out into his mouth as I came hard, thick ropes shooting over his fist and splattering the sheets while my ass clenched rhythmically around his buried cock, squeezing him in tight pulses that milked his shaft from base to head.

The sudden grip of my orgasm dragged him over the edge right after, he groaned deep against my lips, hips dancing forward one last time to bury himself fully, and erupted inside me, hot pulses flooded my ass as he filled me completely, pumping his cum deep with every throb of his cock. He kept thrusting through his release, grinding against my prostate to prolong both our pleasure, his hand still stroked my spent cock gently to wring out the last shudders.

We stayed locked together like that, neither of us moved to separate as the warmth of his load settled deep inside me.

Eventually he reached down with the hand that had stroked me to completion, gathered some of the cum cooling on my stomach, and brought his fingers to my lips. I opened without hesitation, sucked them clean while he watched over my shoulder. He kissed me right after.

The End.