Late Night At Dad's - Part 3 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@gmail.com
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"Come on guys..." Jake said. "This is getting weird..."
"Oh you haven't SEEN weird yet," I said, standing up and rubbing my hands together.
"Go on, then, kid," Cisco said, licking his lips. "Show me what you got."
"Oh you'll see what I've got, don't worry." I smiled at him as I slowly started to rub my hands up and down along my body. As promised, he watched me carefully, an expression of bemused annoyance on his face. I was clearly hard now, my boxers were jutting out sinfully, and I moved my hips slowly back and forth, causing my boner to wobble. Cisco tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it.
He leaned back in his seat and sighed dramatically, feigning boredom, but I was confident I could get him hard. I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
Meanwhile, I saw Jake shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I wish I knew what was going through HIS mind.
"So, Cisco," I began, slowly walking toward him. "You've had guys come on to you before then?"
"Yup," he said, tapping his watch. "Tick tock, my friend..."
"Oh I know how long I've got, don't you worry. So when these guys approached you, did you ever think about taking them up on their offers?"
"Nope. Not once." His eyebrow twitched slightly, defying his machismo. Oh, he had... I knew it!
"Really?" I asked. "Not once?" I kneeled down before him, between his spread legs. As agreed, I did not touch him, but I moved as close to his crotch as I could. "You never once thought about one of those dudes kneeling down before you like this? Grabbing that hot Latin cock of yours? Sliding it deep into his mouth? Fighting against your will not to get hard, but the sensation of that hot wet mouth was just too much?" I slid two fingers into my mouth and began to obscenely suck on them, imitating a good blowjob.
"N...Never," he stammered, clearing his throat and pulling himself further back in his seat. He shot a glance at Jake. "Jesus, can you believe this kid?"
"EYES ON ME!" I said forcefully, causing him to jump slightly. I returned to my feet and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock through my shorts. "Maybe you'd rather be the guy DOING the sucking," I suggested, waving my piece at him. "Hmm? Does the big tough straight guy secretly want to be a cocksucker?"
"No way," he insisted, but he couldn't take his eyes off my crotch. I was about to change tactics when I noticed him, ever so slightly, lick his lips.
"Hmm, I wonder," I said, releasing my boner and slowly sliding my shorts down. "Something tells me that if I came at you with THIS..." I pulled the waistband down completely, setting my stiff, engorged cock free, bouncing slightly, "you might sing a different tune."
"Madre de dios!" he exclaimed, sucking in his breath. "Jesus, kid, what are you, part horse?"
"You think it's big?"
"Fuck yeah," he said, glancing ever so slightly at Jake. "I mean, you know, objectively speaking."
I smiled and stepped out of my shorts. "Yeah, it's big. A big hard cock for you to suck on, anytime you want to, Cisco."
"Fuck..." was all he could manage. He squirmed in his seat, but I wasn't noticing any overt motion in his pants, so I moved on to the next stage.
"But maybe you had something else in mind?" I purred, turning around to show him my round ass. "A big tough straight guy like you, Cisco... I bet you've pounded your share of asses in your day, huh?"
"Fuck yes I have," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Well you've never, and I mean NEVER, had an ass like THIS..." I backed up between his legs and bent over, spreading my cheeks in front of him. "See that? See that nice, tight asshole, Cisco? Just imagine your big thick sausage fucking THAT, buddy."
"God damn." His breath was coming in short spurts now. He rubbed his sweaty palms against the arms of the chair. "Can't believe you, Buddy... bending over in front of me like that... showing me your ass..."
"Want me to stop?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. He didn't respond and didn't take his eyes off my hole. I casually licked one of my fingers and began rubbing it over the tight knot of my asshole. "Nah, you don't want me to stop, do you?"
"Jesus," he repeated. He glanced at his watch. I had him!
"In fact, I think you want me to go further," I said, sliding my finger inside the hole. "Oooooh," I moaned. "It feels good, but man, I wish it was your big cock, Cisco."
"Holy shit," he whispered, grasping on to the side of the chair. "No fucking way man."
"Okay, Buddy, that's enough," Jake interrupted. "Come on, now..."
I glanced at my stepfather. "Come on, did you say, Dad?" I removed my finger from my ass and slowly walked toward him, my cock waving proudly in front of me. "Where did you want me to 'come on'? On your face?" I put my hand on his shoulder, and behind me, Cisco gasped. "Or maybe you want me to 'come on' your hairy chest?" I dragged my finger along the open collar of his security uniform, slowly sliding the zipper down. "Or maybe you want me to 'come on' your back after I'm done sliding this big dick deep into your..."
He grabbed my hand roughly. "Buddy," he warned, his face flushed red, "don't. Don't do that."
"Don't do what, Dad?" I asked, meeting his gaze boldly. "Don't 'come on' you?"
"Stop it." He released my hand and started to walk away. "This has gone far enough."
"Wait," I said, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back to me. As I did, I noticed a particularly long shape forming along the inside of his blue security uniform pants. "Your mouth says no, Dad, but this..." I grabbed his bulge, "says YES."
"Buddy, you need to..." His words were lost as I closed my mouth on his, filling it with my tongue. I felt his stiff cock in my hand throb slightly as I kissed him. He only resisted for a second before giving in to the kiss with a slight moan, returning the passion and grabbing the back of my neck with his hand.
"Oh my GOD!" I heard Cisco exclaim. That caused Jake to snap out of it, and he roughly pulled me away from him.
"Damn it, Buddy, I TOLD you..."
"Time's up," I said, turning back to face Cisco, wiping my mouth with my hand. "Stand up." Cisco's mouth hung open in shock, and he didn't move. He looked back and forth between me and Jake. "Come on," I insisted. "Put up or shut up."
"Damn it," he mumbled, climbing to his feet. A massive bulge pressed against the inside of his pantleg and he pointed to it. "There. You win. I'm hard. Happy now?"
"Nope." I slowly walked up to him. "The bet was that you'd have to take it out and prove it. So prove it."
"Fuck, man, that's some twisted shit, kissing Jake like that, I don't know what the hell..."
"PROVE IT," I insisted. "Now."
"Son of a bitch." He angrily undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants, dropping them around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of tight white briefs, which clung to his hips like a second skin. He placed his hands in the waistband and started to slide them down.
"Wait," I said, stopping him. "Let me."
I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on his hips. Gazing up at him, I smiled slightly and began to pull them down...
TO BE CONTINUED...