Birthday Gift For Friend's Dad Pt.2 (Patreon)

The next morning when I woke up, Trevor was already awake but still kept holding me against him, his morning was wedged between my cheeks.

“I’m going to make coffee,” I said, as I pulled myself up from his arms.

“Make me one too,” he said as he too got up

I slid out from under the duvet and went to the kitchen and began making coffee.

Trevor stepped into the kitchen barefooted, still gloriously naked like me. He came up close without a word and wrapped both arms around my middle. He squeezed me tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the nape of my neck. At the same instant he rolled his hips forward, letting me feel the hard weight of his cock into the cleft of my ass. 

“Thanks for last night.”

“Which part?” I asked, smiling even though he could not see it.

“The blowjob.”

He ground against me harder now, and dragged the growing shaft along my crack. “It was my pleasure,” I said.

“Who would’ve thought my son’s friend would give me the best blowjob I’ve ever had?”

By then his cock had swelled to full size. He kept rubbing himself along the groove of my ass while his right hand drifted downward. His fingers wrapped around my own cock and he began stroking me.

I pushed back into him, matching his rhythm. “I haven’t given you a proper birthday gift yet.”

He chuckled against my neck. “That blowjob counts as a gift. But I’d love another one from you.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

I pressed my ass back harder, letting him feel exactly how much I wanted it too. “Take me.”

He kissed the side of my neck again. “Let’s go to the shower.”

I turned off the stove and we stepped towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom he twisted the shower knob. He stepped under the spray first and held out a hand. I took it and stepped in after him.

I dropped to my knees on the slick tiles. His cock stood out proud in front of my fac. I wrapped my lips around the crown without hesitation.

I took him deeper right away, relaxing my throat until the head nudged the back. I breathed through my nose. My tongue pressed flat along the underside, massaging the thick vein while I bobbed steadily. Water poured over my head, down my face, into my mouth around him. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard enough to make him moan. One of his hands braced against the tiled wall; the other settled on my shoulder.

I worked him for a few minutes. His hips rocked forward in tiny thrusts, fucking my mouth gently.

After what felt like forever he tugged me upward by the arms. He pulled me in close, chest to chest, and our mouths crashed together.

I kissed him back just as hard, my hands roamed over his wet back, down to grip his ass. Our cocks pressed together between us, sliding against each other. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue pushed deeper, tracing every corner of my mouth.

We kissed until we had to break apart to breathe. He turned off the shower. We reached for towels at the same time and dried each other quickly.

I led the way back down the hall to my bedroom. “I want you to fuck me in here,” I said, already moving toward the nightstand. “I’ve got lube in the drawer.”

I climbed onto the bed first, crawled to the center and flipped onto my back. I reached over to the nightstand drawer, yanked it open, and dug out the bottle of lube I kept stashed there.

He snatched the bottle from my hand and squeezed a generous dollop onto his index and middle fingers. He climbed onto the bed after me and positioned himself between my spread legs. Without a word he leaned down, his mouth met mine in a sloppy kiss that had our lips sliding messily together.

While he kissed me like that he brought his slick fingers down to my ass. He teased the entrance with light pressure until I relaxed enough for him to push inside. One finger breached me, sliding in up to the knuckle, and I arched my back. He pumped it in and out a few times, loosening me up, before adding the second finger.

He kept fingerfucking me All the while his mouth stayed locked on mine. I gripped his shoulders as he worked me open, his fingers dragged along my inner walls until I panted into his mouth.

After what felt like forever of that intense prep he pulled them free. He sat back on his heels, grabbed the lube bottle again, and squirted more into his palm. He fisted his cock, the shaft and smeared the gel from base to tip until it shone. 

He shifted forward then, hooking my legs over his shoulders to fold me in half. The position opened me up completely. He lined himself up, pressing the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, and pushed forward. his thickness stretched me wide as he sank inch by inch. I grabbed the sheets while he bottomed out.

He started thrusting right away. he fucked me steadily, his body slammed into mine over and over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for more of those sloppy kisses. 

He had me pinned in place while he pounded away.

The lube made everything easy, his cock glided in and out without resistance. I met his thrusts as best I could, lifting my hips to take him deeper, feeling the hard cock fill me completely on every inward plunge. He varied the pace a little and I moaned into his mouth each time he nailed that bundle of nerves inside me. “Let me ride you, daddy.” I said and he laughed.

I shifted my position first, easing off his cock for just a second while he lay down on the bed. I turned around, straddled his hips in reverse. His shaft pointed straight up. I reached back, gripped the base and lowered myself down. The head breached me again, stretching my hole wide as I sank onto him fully, taking every inch until my ass cheeks rested against his hips.

I started riding him right away, lifting up until only the tip remained inside before dropping back down with force. The angel pressed his cock right against my prostate with each descent. His hands came up to my hips immediately to help guide my movements. I bounced harder, grinding my ass back against him on every downthrust.

“Spank me, daddy,” I gasped out.

His palm cracked lightly against my right cheek, not hard enough to sting, but enough to send a flicker of heat spreading through my flesh. The smack was followed by another on the left side as I kept riding. Each light spank made me clench around him tighter.

“Fuck me harder, daddy,” I demanded, slamming down onto him with more force. “Please, harder.”

He bucked his hips up to meet me, thrusting into my downward drops. I rode him relentlessly but my thighs burned soon after and yet I kept going. He alternated spanks. “Daddy, yes, like that. Fuck me.”

I leaned forward slightly, bracing my hands on his thighs for leverage, and ground back harder.

Finally, he gripped my waist tighter and rolled us over. “On your knees,”

I scrambled into position, ass up high, face pressed to the sheets. He knelt behind me, lined up, and slammed back inside. he grabbed my hips and started pounding me like I was nothing more than his personal fuck toy.

The sex turned rougher immediately. He yanked me back onto his cock with each forward snap of his hips, bottoming out so hard his balls slapped against mine. I pushed back to meet him, but he dominated the pace, fucking me with raw power that had the headboard banging against the wall. His hand fisted my hair to arch my back deeper, the other delivered harder spanks now.

“Take it,” he grunted between thrusts. “You’re mine to fuck.”

He treated me exactly like that, a toy to use, a hole to fill. I reached down to stroke myself, but he batted my hand away and took over, jerking my cock in a way that matched his thrusts.

It hit me suddenly. I came hard and my cum shot across the sheets in thick spurts. My hole clenched around his cock while he kept fucking me through it, not stopping even as I trembled and convulsed around him.

He had not finished yet, he still drove into me with the same force.

I collapsed forward onto the mattress like my bones had turned to jelly. My hole throbbed the second Trevor pulled out, even though my thighs were still shaking from the way he’d just fucked me. It only made me clench around nothing, I was already starving for him again.

I barely had time to drag in a full, ragged breath before he was moving.

Trevor followed me down, his big, solid body blanketed mine like he was claiming every square inch of space I occupied. His chest pressed to my back. I felt the thick ridge of his cock slide along the cleft of my ass before he shifted his hips. The blunt, flared head caught at my puffy, well-used entrance, then he pushed forward in one long, inexorable glide.

Even after everything, my ass had to open for him all over again, my walls fluttered and gripped as he sank into the hilt. I gasped into the pillow because the fullness was overwhelming.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against the back of my neck. “You’re still so goddamn tight. Still sucking me in like you were made for this cock.”

He didn’t move right away. He just stayed buried deep, letting me feel every throbbing inch of him, letting my hole ripple and clutch around the invasion. His arms bracketed me, one thick forearm slid under my chest to pull me back harder against him, the other hand splayed wide over my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my spine, syncing up with the steady pulse of his dick inside me.

Then he started to move.

Not the brutal, animal pounding from earlier. This was slower. Deeper. So achingly intimate it almost hurt.

His hips rolled in these long, languid thrusts, pulling out until just the fat head stretched my rim, then sliding back in with devastating patience. The thick crown grazed my prostate on every pass, grinding against that swollen bundle of nerves. I moaned into the pillow and shoved my ass back to meet him shamelessly, I was greedy for that sweet, grinding pressure that made my whole body turn into a firework.

“Like that?” he said. “Like feeling me take my time with you? Letting you feel every fucking inch?”

I could only whine in answer. But he kept his thrusts maddeningly controlled, his hips moved in circle on each inward thrust, so the head of his cock rubbed that spot over and over making my toes curl.

He wrapped both arms around me fully now, caging me in the best way. One big hand slid down my stomach where he found my soft cock. He wrapped those long fingers around me with devastating gentleness and started stroking.

His mouth found the side of my neck.

His entire body molded to mine. Every slow thrust pushed me deeper into the mattress, pinned me exactly where he wanted me, and I loved it. Loved the way he surrounded me, owned me, filled me so completely there was no room for anything but him.

My hole gripped him tighter with every pass. His cock slid in and out with wet, obscene sounds that should have embarrassed me but only made me hotter. He was so deep now that every withdrawal felt like losing something vital, every re-entry like coming home. His breathing grew harsher against my neck and I could feel the tremor in his arms, the way his control was fraying at the edges.

“Christ, baby,” he said. “This little hole just keeps squeezing me. ”

I pushed back harder, chasing that thick ridge that kept kissing my prostate on every stroke. My cock was fully hard again in his hand. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke and I cried out as my whole body jerked.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s it. My good boy. Gonna come for me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my hand while I fill this greedy ass up.”

My walls clamped down hard around him, and he cursed under his breath.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I want to feel you shake apart. Want to feel you cum I’m still buried inside you.”

He shifted his angle and the head of his cock started dragging directly over my prostate on every pass. His hand on my dick sped up to match the speed.

“Feel that?” he said. “That’s me owning you, baby. This tight little hole was made for my cock. Say it.”

“Yours,” I choked out, voice wrecked. “All yours. Please, please don’t stop daddy!”

"Fuck yeah, baby!" He groaned and his thrusts grew a fraction deeper, a fraction faster and so did his strokes on my cock.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

Hot, wet pulses of my cum spilled over his fist. My hole milked him in spasms and Trevor’s control finally snapped.

“Come inside me, daddy,” I whispered. “Fill me up.” That seemed to tip him.

His rhythm faltered for the first time then he buried himself to the hilt and came. I felt the first thick pulse deep inside, followed by another and another as he emptied into me. His cock throbbed with each spurt, flooding my ass until I could feel the warmth spreading. He groaned against my shoulder.

We stayed locked together while his breathing evened out. 

“Wow,” I said.

Still buried inside me, he held me against his chest. He turned my head gently and kissed my lips.

“I love you.” He said, "It’s the best birthday gift ever.”

“I love you too, Trevor.” I leaned back into him. He smiled against my lips, then eased his softening cock out. A warm trickle followed, then we finally parted.

“Shall we have that coffee then?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

THE END