Temptation
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,853
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction and these characters are mine, though they resemble no one.
Temptation
Temptation
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David couldn’t sleep. And no, it wasn’t because of the thunderstorm currently raging outside is window at that moment. He actually found those peaceful, and helpful in his need to slumber. No, he couldn’t sleep because the object of his affection was in the next room. Again, no, it wasn’t his wife sleeping in another bed. She was actually beside him right now, knocked out after a long day of working. In the next room was his son and his son’s friend, Max.
Max was special. Very special. And very straight. Just like him. Except in this case as he was obviously lusting after a teenage boy. At least Max was 18, legal in the eyes of the law. Of course, thinking about cheating on his wife with someone, another male? That couldn’t have been good. But no, he didn’t care at the moment, mainly because his rock hard cock was digging into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he shifted and with a sigh, threw the comforter off himself and got out the bed. At a time like this, he’d consider two options: going into the bathroom and rubbing one out or waking his wife and fucking her. He had made the choice of the bathroom option before he stopped himself and looked toward his door.
A peek into his son’s room wouldn’t hurt. Right?
And would it too much to ask that Max was awake and pounding that teen age meat for him to see? Yea, probably too much.
Walking the short distance between the two rooms, David stopped outside his son’s door, squinting his eyes and putting his ear against the wood, attempting to make out any sounds. He didn’t think there would be anything going on, but he had to be sure. Slowly turning the knob, and oh, how he wish he could turn Max’s, David pushed open the door an inch. Peeking in, it was what he expected except for one thing. They were both sleeping, his son on the top bunk and Max on bottom.
Never more than now was David happy that his son convinced him and his wife to let him keep the bunk bed instead of switching for something bigger.
What he wasn’t counting on was it apparently being too hot a night for Max as he was sleeping with the comforter nowhere to be seen, and Max, clad only in a very tight pair of briefs, laying on his stomach.
Max’s tight teenage bubble butt was all David could focus on. Yes, his back and legs were nice and shapely, but it was the ass that called to David. Maybe he wanted the boy because his wife was so against anal, and Max’s ass reminded him of hers? No, probably not, but it was all he could think of at the moment because, hello, ass in his face!
He was leaking pre-cum now, too excited by what he was seeing. He was sure it was running down his leg now. It was too much for him as he opened the door wider and actually walked in. He wouldn’t touch the boy, no, but he could watch and maybe sit on the bed, gently. Exhaling at having not woken Max, he continued staring, wishing so much that he would turn over just so he could catch a glimpse of the tightly held package.
What he got instead was perhaps better than what he originally wanted.
A moan came from Max as he moved forward on the bed and back down. David, not sure of what was happening, continued to watch, fascinated as he pieced it together after another five seconds.
“Fuck,” he whispered for the second time that night as Max slowly started dry humping the bed. This couldn’t really be happening, right? A dream? Cameras had to be set up some place because there was no way his kid was humping a bed he bought! He even pinched himself, but no, this was happening.
He didn’t dare touch himself, thinking too much movement would wake Max up. And that was fine. He was perfectly content with just watching this experience and having it burned into brain for later. How his toes curled with every down movement, how his hands clutched at both sides of the beds, and how his was face scrunched up in pleasure as he continued to sleep. And of course, how his ass bobbed with each push up and down.
And the moaning was helping.
It was soft, barely noticeable unless you were listening for it. AND HE WAS LISTENING FOR IT. The bedsprings were a little noisy, but his son slept like the dead, so he had no worry about him waking during this.
“Yea,” Max cried as his gave a powerful thrust and his body rose from the bed as his orgasm hit, eyes still closed. His body eventually came down, while David’s dick stayed painfully up. And as if his prayers were answered, Max chose that moment to turn over, probably feeling in his sleep that he was wet somewhere on his body.
“Fuck,” a third time for David as the boy’s cock was still semi hard, tenting his tight briefs and stained in his cum. He looked peaceful, though, sleeping, probably sexually satiated even while not awake.
David couldn’t take anymore and rush from the room, heading toward his bathroom where’d he take care of own problem and finally get some sleep. Tomorrow would be a normal day, he certainly hoped.
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There will be more.
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David couldn’t sleep. And no, it wasn’t because of the thunderstorm currently raging outside is window at that moment. He actually found those peaceful, and helpful in his need to slumber. No, he couldn’t sleep because the object of his affection was in the next room. Again, no, it wasn’t his wife sleeping in another bed. She was actually beside him right now, knocked out after a long day of working. In the next room was his son and his son’s friend, Max.
Max was special. Very special. And very straight. Just like him. Except in this case as he was obviously lusting after a teenage boy. At least Max was 18, legal in the eyes of the law. Of course, thinking about cheating on his wife with someone, another male? That couldn’t have been good. But no, he didn’t care at the moment, mainly because his rock hard cock was digging into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he shifted and with a sigh, threw the comforter off himself and got out the bed. At a time like this, he’d consider two options: going into the bathroom and rubbing one out or waking his wife and fucking her. He had made the choice of the bathroom option before he stopped himself and looked toward his door.
A peek into his son’s room wouldn’t hurt. Right?
And would it too much to ask that Max was awake and pounding that teen age meat for him to see? Yea, probably too much.
Walking the short distance between the two rooms, David stopped outside his son’s door, squinting his eyes and putting his ear against the wood, attempting to make out any sounds. He didn’t think there would be anything going on, but he had to be sure. Slowly turning the knob, and oh, how he wish he could turn Max’s, David pushed open the door an inch. Peeking in, it was what he expected except for one thing. They were both sleeping, his son on the top bunk and Max on bottom.
Never more than now was David happy that his son convinced him and his wife to let him keep the bunk bed instead of switching for something bigger.
What he wasn’t counting on was it apparently being too hot a night for Max as he was sleeping with the comforter nowhere to be seen, and Max, clad only in a very tight pair of briefs, laying on his stomach.
Max’s tight teenage bubble butt was all David could focus on. Yes, his back and legs were nice and shapely, but it was the ass that called to David. Maybe he wanted the boy because his wife was so against anal, and Max’s ass reminded him of hers? No, probably not, but it was all he could think of at the moment because, hello, ass in his face!
He was leaking pre-cum now, too excited by what he was seeing. He was sure it was running down his leg now. It was too much for him as he opened the door wider and actually walked in. He wouldn’t touch the boy, no, but he could watch and maybe sit on the bed, gently. Exhaling at having not woken Max, he continued staring, wishing so much that he would turn over just so he could catch a glimpse of the tightly held package.
What he got instead was perhaps better than what he originally wanted.
A moan came from Max as he moved forward on the bed and back down. David, not sure of what was happening, continued to watch, fascinated as he pieced it together after another five seconds.
“Fuck,” he whispered for the second time that night as Max slowly started dry humping the bed. This couldn’t really be happening, right? A dream? Cameras had to be set up some place because there was no way his kid was humping a bed he bought! He even pinched himself, but no, this was happening.
He didn’t dare touch himself, thinking too much movement would wake Max up. And that was fine. He was perfectly content with just watching this experience and having it burned into brain for later. How his toes curled with every down movement, how his hands clutched at both sides of the beds, and how his was face scrunched up in pleasure as he continued to sleep. And of course, how his ass bobbed with each push up and down.
And the moaning was helping.
It was soft, barely noticeable unless you were listening for it. AND HE WAS LISTENING FOR IT. The bedsprings were a little noisy, but his son slept like the dead, so he had no worry about him waking during this.
“Yea,” Max cried as his gave a powerful thrust and his body rose from the bed as his orgasm hit, eyes still closed. His body eventually came down, while David’s dick stayed painfully up. And as if his prayers were answered, Max chose that moment to turn over, probably feeling in his sleep that he was wet somewhere on his body.
“Fuck,” a third time for David as the boy’s cock was still semi hard, tenting his tight briefs and stained in his cum. He looked peaceful, though, sleeping, probably sexually satiated even while not awake.
David couldn’t take anymore and rush from the room, heading toward his bathroom where’d he take care of own problem and finally get some sleep. Tomorrow would be a normal day, he certainly hoped.
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There will be more.