ME & MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD

PART 3

Jamie Lake

Copyright © 2016 Jamie Lake

All rights reserved.

“Do you have a moment?” his wife asked me. I rubbed my eyes, still a little foggy from my birthday party before.

“Sure, good morning.” I cracked a guilty smile.

No matter how hot it was to be around Mr. Hollman, no matter how great he made me feel, I still couldn’t shake how shitty I felt knowing I was fucking Mrs. Hollman’s own husband under her nose and under her own roof.

I shuffled closer to her as she sat at the kitchen table, sipping some coffee. It was so early but I had a nasty habit of getting up at the crack of dawn, no matter how many hours of sleep I’d had the night before. I could still see remnants of the party they’d thrown for me. Lone balloons floated across their gorgeous cream-colored rug.  A few stray paper plates and half-full spiked punch cups rested in the oddest of places.

I cleared my throat and pulled up a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was upset, hung over, or if she just wasn’t the most social person in the morning.

“Coffee?” she offered, not even looking at me.

“Nah. I appreciate it, though,” I said, scooting closer to her. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“Um, yeah. It’s about you and my husband,” she said, her eyes narrowing as they met mine.

My heart leapt out of my chest and a giant knot formed in my throat. “W-w-what do you mean?” I asked.

She sighed. “We’re both adults now, Cole. So we can talk about this like adults.”

My palms were getting sweaty and I rested them on the table, not sure what I should do exactly. Part of me wanted to walk away but the other part wanted to be defensive. I needed to wait for her to make her move first.

“If you’re talking about—”

“My husband can be… very influential. He has a way of getting what he wants and I think sometimes he preys on those younger than him. Takes advantage.”

Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Had there been others before me? Suddenly, I felt cheap and used. I thought what Mr. Hollman and I had was special, unique. That I was the only one.

“Takes advantage?” I repeated.

“Yes,” she said, rising and pacing the kitchen floor. “You’re young. You have a lot of options in front of you. Don’t let someone bully you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

“How so?” I asked, still feigning innocence.

She leaned against the refrigerator. “Do you have a girlfriend, Cole?”

I cleared my throat. “Um… no. Not yet.”

She smiled, almost condescendingly. “Well, one day you might have one, maybe even a wife. You don’t want your decisions as a young man to affect what could be a very prosperous future.”

She had to know. She was testing me to see if I’d admit it to her. I felt awful, like the world was spinning.

“If you want some real options, I can introduce you to the right people. You don’t have to end up in construction like my husband. You’re smart enough. You could be a lawyer or even the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I can help make that happen for you, Cole. Just think about it.”

With that, she walked away, leaving me with something to think about. I couldn’t tell if she were warning me, or bribing me to stay away from her husband, or if she was just having a heart to heart with me about my life choices. Either way, it made me think twice about going any further with Mr. Hollman.

CHAPTER TWO

“There you are,” Mr. Hollman said, coming up behind me.

I was bent over the railing of their back porch, looking at their amazing backyard. I could almost feel his eyes looking my rear end up and down.

“Oh, hey,” I said, clearing my throat.

“Get anything to eat?” he asked me.

“No, I’m not really hungry,” I told him, barely able to look at him.

“Are you sure about that? Cause I’ve got something meaty for you,” he told me with that irresistible smirk on his lips.

I tried to look away. He was just too tempting for me and I knew I had to start to wean myself from him. “That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said to him. My heart was racing, as I knew I needed to tell him that we had to cut it off, our entire relationship.

“Uh-oh,” he said. “Sounds serious. Wanna talk about it somewhere more private?”

“Yeah, that’d probably be a good idea,” I answered.

He gestured to follow him. I did and we went toward his sauna. God, he looked amazing from behind: that strong back, that unbelievable bubble butt that I imagined must have looked amazing pumping me from behind. He unlocked and opened the storage shed and went inside.

“I like to get my muscles relaxed in the morning and you look a little stiff, too. Come with me,” he said, more as a demand than a request. I loved his authoritative tone.

“In here? Are you sure?” I asked, looking around furtively. There was no one else around but the door was right there; anyone could come in at any moment.

“Sure, why not?” he replied nonchalantly. He looked so relaxed, sitting back with his limbs spread out over the benches. The fine mist of steam created a fog in the sauna and our bodies were slick with sweat. Towels were draped around my waist and thanks to the heat and his glistening body, my cock was stiff. I arranged the towel so that it wouldn’t show, just in case anyone came in.

“It’s not exactly private…”

“When has that ever bothered you before?” he challenged.

It was true. A lot of the thrill of our affair came from the fact that there was danger of being interrupted. But I just wanted to be with him and not have to worry about getting caught. I was already feeling guilty enough without having to look behind my shoulder at every opportunity. Paranoia was not good for my stress levels.

“Mr. Hollman, I… this is what I need to talk to you about—” I started to say but I couldn’t make the rest of my words come out because he kissed me fully, deeply passionately, and my knees buckled.

I broke away from him for a second, unable to talk.

“You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” I told him.

“It’s the only way I know how.” There was a dangerous lilt to his voice.

He exuded confidence and his sexual charisma was as thick as the steam. I gulped and felt my heart thump in my chest. The bench was hard against my thighs and the coals in the middle of the sauna steamed and hissed and glowed. He leaned forward and put some more water onto the coals. His broad back shone with sweat and another plume of steam swelled and filled the room. I nervously looked to the door, wondering if it was going to open at any moment.

As he sat back, he patted the bench. I sighed and slowly moved over to him, unable to resist his orders. He had some kind of control over me that I didn’t know how to explain. Probably the fact that he fucked me better than anyone else ever had. I moved over and went by his side, so close that I could feel his body heat even amidst the cloying warmth of the sauna. As I was against him we kissed. Our lips met gently and it tore asunder any doubts I had. I closed my eyes and fell into the long, romantic kiss. His hand came up and caressed my cheek and neck while I rested my hand against his rippling abs. I felt the sweat drip over my fingers as our lips pressed against each other. The steam rose around us, enveloping us and hiding us away from the rest of the world. I sank into his kiss and smiled as I heard his soft murmurs. When he was kissing me I didn’t care about the rest of the world or who could see us. I was taken to another realm, one that lay beyond our mere physical plane. He touched my very soul and I felt a fire burn within that tore through my body and stripped me of whatever innocence I had left.

Our tongues danced with each other and his hand moved around to the back of my neck, his grip tightening. I knew he loved to be in control. I loved it when he took control. Sometimes I still found it hard to believe that such a hot piece of ass would be wanting me as much as he did, but he obviously had a thing for my bubble butt and I wasn’t going to dissuade him. Not now, not when we were in the throes of passion. I let my hand linger on his chest and then it slipped down until it was resting on the soft, thick towel. I squeezed the bulge that protruded and heard him moan His whole body started to tense as I massaged and squeezed.

“Oh yeah, that feels so good. You know exactly how to handle my cock,” he said.

“I’m always eager for more practice, though,” I replied in between kisses.

I heard the hiss of steam again when his hand clutched my head and started pushing me down. I slid down his body, tasting his sweat along the way, until I came to the towel. I took in a deep breath as I tightened my hand around his emphatic bulge. I twisted my body and slid my knees to the floor, which was tiled and hard, but I bore the pain because the pleasure was so much more overwhelming. His hand rested against my head and I looked up at him as I slowly pulled the towel away, letting it gradually uncover his thick member. The towel came down his thighs and I pulled it taut so that it dragged his erection down with it, and then as it slid down and uncovered the tip his erection sprang back and stood tall like a flagpole. I let the towel drop down to his ankles and moved my knees onto it to make the ground a bit more comfortable. I rested my arms against his legs and they came together and squeezed me like a vice. His calves were smooth and big, his thighs sinewy and strong. In between them his erection stood up like a mountain with two large balls hanging there. He kept things neat and trimmed so there was a small thatch of hair at the base but otherwise it was smooth and perfect, ripe for kissing. It was so big that I wondered how my ass had managed to take it so many times.

I stroked my hands up to his stomach and let them rest there as I bowed my head and began sucking him off. I didn’t waste any time in taking all of him. His dick was already wet with sweat and I delved deep into his smell of sex and sweat and masculinity. I looked up and locked eyes with him. He was my master and he looked every inch like an emperor on his throne as he sat there, his hair matted to his forehead, his eyes urging me to pleasure him, his body breathing steadily in that strong, composed rhythm. His chest barely moved as he breathed but I knew he was taking in a deep lungful of the hot, sweet air that surrounded us with every breath. I wrapped my lips around his thick girth and sucked hard and deep, just the way I knew he liked it. I left it coated in my saliva and sucked a few more times before I curled my hand around it and descended to suck on his balls while I stroked and jerked him off. The sauna made everything sticky and wetter and hotter than usual.

His legs parted and my body could relax a little, for the way they had squeezed against my torso caused me discomfort. As they parted I saw the depths of his ass and I released his cock to slide my finger in and feel his rim. I played with him, looking up and watching his eyes close with delight as I pleasured him. I let another finger join the first one, and then another until I was orchestrating a symphony of erotic passion in his ass. I moved my mouth back up and sucked him off again while I toyed with his asshole, and moved my mouth all around, pulling his cock down at an unnatural angle until it ached, and then returning it to where it was more comfortable. I heard him moan and gasp and this spurred me on. I couldn’t wait to feel the sweet release of his hot cum flood my lips and tongue, so I increased my tempo and sucked hard and fast. I tasted his pre-cum dripping on my tongue when his large hand yanked me off and pulled up the towel. I caught my breath and looked at him with confusion. Then I heard voices and saw that the door was opening and a couple of men were coming in. I recognized them as guests from the party and wondered if they'd spent the night. They didn’t see me at first, which gave me a chance to clamber back onto the bench, but my heart fell and I had to hide my stiff cock as I glanced desperately at him. But he just looked as impassive as ever, as if what we had just experienced had never happened, as if it had all been a dream. I wasn’t happy about it but I couldn’t complain, and the distance between us felt greater than ever. I glared at the men who had interrupted us, although I couldn’t really blame them. I knew the dangers. I awkwardly grabbed my own dick and wished that there was a way I could deal with my frustration because my balls were aching and I needed to feel the rush of orgasm soon or I was going to go crazy.

As soon as the other men left us alone he was on top of me again. His hands were around my body and his lips were fervent with ardor. I couldn’t resist him but I had to try. “We can’t do this anymore,” I said in between his heavy kisses. His hands were tight around my body and I felt like a ragdoll to him. As much as I enjoyed the sensations that ran through my body I had to try and resist. I turned my head away from his lips but it only made him think I was offering my neck, and he kissed that and nibbled on my earlobe.

“You can’t just walk away from this,” he said in a low, dominant tone.

I groaned as the pleasure tugged at my soul. All I wanted to do was run away with him and do everything he wanted. My aching cock was stretching my underwear and he was so alluring, so seductive, so tempting, that it was taking all of my willpower to resist.

“It’s wrong,” I said, although my words were strained. Passion flooded my veins and my soul screamed out. My mind was pulled in two directions as he pressed his body against mine. I felt faint and dizzy and I had to try and lie to myself, to tell myself that I didn’t want this but the truth was, I wanted him to fuck me for the rest of my life.

“Nothing else matters,” he said. “Just give in to me. You know you want to.”

I groaned inside but his kisses were powerful and his aroma intoxicated me. I tried to pull away but my lips wouldn’t let me. They caught his and kissed back. Inwardly I cursed myself but my guilt was soon replaced by the deep satisfaction that came with his kisses. Our tongues locked together and our bulges pressed against each other. I leaned back against the wooden bench. It dug into my back but I cared not for the pain. I wrapped my arms around him and clung on tightly. Our bodies burned underneath our towels and I longed for them to be stripped away.

“See, I knew you couldn’t resist,” he said.

“I really can’t, fuck, why do you have to be so damn irresistible?”

“Just lucky, I guess. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your tight butt. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

How could I ever say no to that?

“Oh yes, God, and I want to be inside you this time, as well.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” he growled as he used his strength to bend me down against the top of the wide bench. He moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my glistening torso. His hot hands warmed my skin and they descended to my hips, holding me in position as his tongue swirled around my skin all the way down to the bulge that was stretching the cotton towel. He placed his mouth over it and blew. I felt the hot air rumble over my sensitive area and spread over my exposed stomach like a warm breeze over a rippling lake. Then he bit down, and although it was gentle I still felt a spasm of pain and shock shoot through me. I was surprised at how good it felt.

“Where did you learn that?” I asked.

“I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve,” he replied. He rose up again and by now I was practically flat on my back. My body was on fire with the burning sensation he was spreading through the rest of my body, giving me such intense sensations it was difficult to process them all. And then he was gone. He whispered to me to stay exactly as I was while he left the room. I gazed at the door, waiting for his return. While he was gone I let my hands linger against my body. I played with my erection through the towel but I didn’t slip it off just yet; I wanted to wait for him to do that. He took longer than I wanted him to but he came back and I moaned as he returned. He was carrying a bag, and as he shut the door he locked it behind him. There would be no more interruptions. He came and sat beside me and opened up the bag. He took out a knife. The blade shone under the bright electric lights and I gasped. My heart thumped.

“Wh-what…?” I stammered. He looked at me and his mouth curled into a malicious smile. He laid the blade against my skin. The steel was ice cold and I gasped again. The sharp point pricked against my skin and I felt the ridged teeth against my soft flesh. He reached over me and I breathed in his scent. I was afraid and excited all at the same time and I had no idea what the proper reaction was, but I trusted him. When he came back down he was holding a lime and I breathed a sigh of relief. He placed the lime on my stomach. The mottled skin of the lime was a wholly different texture to that of the knife.

He held it in place and I craned my neck so that I could see what he was doing. He took the knife and held the tip against the top of the lime before pushing it forward and puncturing the skin. He brought the knife down and sliced the lime. The juice bloomed out of the opening and then gushed out. I panted as the juice burst onto my skin and trickled all over my stomach, mingling with the pools of sweat. He brought the knife down and again I felt the teeth nibble against me. The two halves of the lime fell down and rolled over my body. He picked one up and sucked the juice from it. With the other he held it over my mouth and squeezed it in his strong fist, making the juice fall out and drip all over my mouth and jaws. I caught some of it in my mouth but most of it dribbled down my chin and neck. The juice on my stomach dribbled too, and I felt some of it trickle down through the small gap between my skin and underwear. The drops took their time but they eventually made their way to run along my erection. I writhed in pleasure as he bent over and softly kissed my body, lapping up the juice from the fruit. He then kissed me, and I tasted the lime on his lips and his tongue; he shared it with me. I reached up to clasp his head while he reached down and started playing with my cock. We both moaned.

“I want you so much,” I said.

“You feel so big.” He moved down my body again and started fumbling with my cock. He pulled away the towel and then yanked it down, not wasting any time in getting to my erection. I stepped out of my pants and gazed down as he licked the remaining lime juice off and used it as lubricant, mingling it with his saliva as he left a thick coat over my cock. I watched as he took my dick in his mouth and sucked me off. His hand reached up my body and his fingers spread over my milky skin. They looked so big against my small, slender frame. I brought my own hand up and linked my fingers with his, holding them as the pleasure surged through me. My head went hazy and tingles swam through my body as his soft mouth made love to my dick. He sucked on my balls and ran his fingers over my inner thigh as we both moaned. As I licked my lips I could still feel the sharp lime juice linger on them, and I wondered if it would make my cum taste any differently.

After spending a good long while making love to my cock, he rose once more and we kissed again. He lifted me off the bench and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. His biceps bulged and as I clung onto his broad back I once more marveled at how muscular and ripped he was. We giggled a little as we kissed. I could see the strain in his face as he carried me across the room. He peered over my shoulder and I tried to help him navigate but it was difficult as I was unable to turn my head around enough. Instead, I kissed his forehead and the side of his head as he carried me. I bounced along in his arms with every step. Sweat broke out upon his forehead but we were soon closer to the fire in the middle of the sauna. He ran up to the floor and threw me down on it. I landed with a crash and the air was driven from my lungs. I barely had a chance to catch my breath as he was on top of me, kissing me fervently. His body dominated me, pressing against me as we kissed. His hands were everywhere: cradling my head, scratching my inner thigh, stroking my chest, grabbing my ass, groping my cock. I was overwhelmed by his passion and the rest of the world fell away as I surrendered myself to the scorching inferno of our lust. We kissed passionately and fiercely. My hands tore at his gown, pulling it away to get at his hot and tight flesh. When he was naked I slid down and teased him with my tongue and teeth, making him gasp sharply as I nibbled at his nipples. We tumbled around the floor, rolling our bodies over the hard surface, exploring each other with our lips and fingers. Our hair became tousled as our bodies became more and more entwined. As we rolled around I made sure to get him undressed and when he was naked I rejoiced at feeling his warm body next to mine. Our flesh brushed and pressed against each other and our tongues danced. Moans flew past my ears, hot breath splashed against my skin, fingers dug into my hips and ass, my cock pressed against his. The fire engulfed us and I lost all sense. I became transformed and gave myself up to Eros. I wasn’t myself anymore. I suddenly understood all the mysteries of the universe as I kissed him and I knew that the wisdom wasn’t going to last, but I was determined to savor every blissful moment. As we kissed our bodies spun around. He guided me over him and I carefully lowered myself down. We then twisted so that we were lying on our sides and were able to mutually pleasure each other, sucking each other’s erection hard and deep. We locked our arms around our legs and it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Drool slipped out of my mouth and I watched the small bubbles drip off his mushroom tip as I felt him shift. He released my cock and I was disappointed for a moment, until I felt him push one of my legs back so that they looked like scissors. He dove down and started to lick my sensitive undercarriage. Pleasure swelled within me and I swear I grew another couple of inches, such was the force with which he was turning me on. The arousal reached unprecedented heights and I followed his lead, and we both ate out each other’s asses. We licked each other’s rims and tasted each other’s most intimate part, exploring with our tongues to find the sweet spot. I smiled as I felt him writhe and soon our asses were drenched with our bubbling saliva.

“I want to fuck you,” he said. I moaned and murmured.

“My turn first,” I said, seized with a demonic urge. I used what strength I had to roll over him. It took him by surprise, for usually I was happy to take his lead. But this time I wanted to show him what I could do. I had a hard cock and aching balls and I needed to get it inside him. I pinned him down just as he had pinned me down and he didn't resist. In fact he took a perverse delight in it. The student had become the master. I remembered how he had controlled my body so I copied him; I lifted up his hips and slid my cock into his ass. As I held onto his body it was hard to get a grip on the rocky muscles but I managed it and then I let passion guide me. I closed my eyes and felt my body more than I’d ever felt it before. I convulsed as I felt the warmth of his insides and my hips started moving of their own accord. I fucked him hard and fast, right in the ass. He gasped and moaned as he lay there while I slammed into him again and again. Sweat poured out of my brow and flew off over his body as my cock disappeared into his ass. I felt the boiling passion rise within me as the misty steam swirled around us. Long moans rumbled out of my mouth as I was getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. A strong wave built inside me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My moans became harder and more intense as I fucked him and my thrusts became faster as the tempo increased. The passion made my heart want to burst out of my chest and then the sweet feeling came to me.

“It’s coming, I’m coming!” I yelled.

“Give it to me, baby!” he said and my face twisted in ecstasy as I came. My thick cream flooded his ass in a long flow. My body jerked and convulsed and I threw myself forward as he took it all. One long, last, deep thrust to get rid of the final drops and I was spent. My chest heaved and I dropped down, only for him to catch me. I might have been finished but he wasn’t. He spun my body around and cradled me in his arms. My cock was limp and I was drained. My vision was blurred and I could barely stay conscious but when he touched me and kissed me I came to life again. He came behind me and I twisted my neck around so that I could kiss him properly While our lips met he guided my body to come down and slide down his cock. I gasped as I felt his thick girth fill up my rim, and my rump settled against his hips. His strong, thick, muscular arms kept me secure as he started to fuck me from behind. One hand was on my stomach while the other was wrapped around my chest and we continued to kiss when I was able, although mostly my mouth was occupied by loud moans and pants.

His hips slammed against my ass as he fucked me like a jackhammer. He held on tightly and his rhythm was short and sharp and came out in bursts. I felt his hot breath against my neck and he rested his sweaty head against my back. I closed my eyes and felt him inside me. I could feel his body tense and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. I wanted him inside me forever. He was so fucking hot and he fucked the life out of me. His cock was deep inside me and he kept going and going, tearing my tight ass apart with his monster cock and I was taking it all, delirious with orgasmic bliss and then it came like a thunderstorm. His grip tightened around me and his head pressed into my back. Hot breath gushed out of his mouth, stimulating the sweat that coated my back as his hot cum spurted out in a strong jet, drenching my ass. We both yelled out and collapsed against each other, utterly drained.

He sat up and for a moment, Mr. Hollman looked concerned.

"What is it?" I asked, as panic swept through my body. Had I done something to not please him?

"I've been thinking a lot, about us," he said in a low tone, barely looking at me.

"What about us?" I asked swallowing hard.

"You like being around me?" he asked.

I smiled. "Of course." How could he even question that.

He turned to face me, squeezing my hand. "Me too.  That's why I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What about?" I asked anxiously needing the answer.

"Things between me and Mrs. Hollman haven't been so great for a long time.  The only reason we stayed together was for our son and ... since I've been around you, I realized what I really want," he said, his eyes meeting mine.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "And what's that?"

A smile spread across his face. "You."

He took my face in both of his palms and kissed me deeper and more passionately than he ever had.

We were both dripping in sweat and I knew that as much as I tried to resist, there was no way I’d ever be able to quit Mr. Hollman. He was mine and I was his and I’d give it my all to be with him forever.

THE END