The Father of My Best Friend 3

Chapter 3

The Father of My Best Friend 3

He kept fucking him through it, slower now but deeper, grinding against that spot while Kai’s body jerked and trembled from the overstimulation. “That’s one,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “You’re not done.”

Kai whimpered, sensitive and shaking, but his cock was still half-hard, twitching against the mess on his stomach. Alexander pulled out carefully, the thick length shiny with lube and precum. He shifted down the bed without warning and took Kai’s spent cock into his mouth again.

Kai cried out, hips twitching. Alexander sucked him clean, tongue working over the sensitive head, tasting his own cum mixed with Kai’s. He licked down to the base, then lower, tongue pressing against Kai’s hole where he was still open and fluttering. The wet heat of Alexander’s mouth there made Kai’s legs shake harder. Alexander pushed two fingers back inside him while he sucked, curling them, and Kai’s cock hardened fully again with almost painful speed.

“Alexander, fuck, I can’t,”

“You can.” Alexander’s voice was rough, lips wet. He climbed back up, lined himself up again, and pushed in with one long, smooth thrust. Kai’s back arched. The second stretch was easier but still intense, the overstimulated nerves lighting up. Alexander fucked him harder this time, the wet slap of their bodies louder, the bed creaking. Cum from Kai’s first orgasm smeared between them, sticky and warm.

Alexander reached down and stroked Kai’s cock in time with his thrusts, fast, tight, relentless. Kai’s second orgasm hit him like a wave. His legs locked around Alexander’s waist and shook uncontrollably as he came again, this time weaker but longer, more cum spilling over Alexander’s fingers and onto the already messy sheets. His hole clenched so hard Alexander groaned.

Still Alexander didn’t stop.

He pulled out, breathing hard, cock dark and dripping. “On your hands and knees.”

Kai obeyed on trembling limbs. Alexander moved behind him, spread him open with both hands, and pushed back in. The new angle made Kai cry out, deeper, more intense. Alexander fucked him in long, powerful strokes, one hand on Kai’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke his oversensitive cock again. Kai’s arms shook. His thighs trembled so hard he could barely stay up.

“One more,” Alexander growled. “I want to feel you come on my cock one more time.”

He reached under and stroked Kai faster, thumb spreading the fresh precum. At the same time he leaned down and bit lightly at the back of Kai’s neck. The dual sensation, deep thrusts, tight fist, teeth on skin, pushed Kai over the edge a third time. His whole body locked. Legs shaking violently, he came with a broken, almost silent cry, only a few weak spurts left, but the orgasm still rolled through him in waves. His hole fluttered and clenched around Alexander’s cock.

That was what finally broke the older man.

Alexander slammed in deep and came with a low, guttural sound, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside Kai. Hot cum flooded him in thick ropes. Alexander stayed there, grinding through it, until the last spasm passed. When he finally pulled out, cum followed, thick and white, leaking from Kai’s hole and trailing down his thighs onto the sheets.

They collapsed together, both shaking, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Cum was everywhere, on Kai’s stomach and chest, smeared across Alexander’s hand and lower belly, dripping from Kai’s used hole, staining the sheets in messy white streaks.

Alexander reached over, found a discarded T-shirt, and cleaned them both as best he could, though it was mostly just spreading the mess around. Then he pulled Kai against his chest, one heavy arm draped over him.

Kai’s legs were still trembling. He could feel Alexander’s cum leaking out of him with every small shift.

“What… what now?” Kai asked, voice hoarse.

Alexander’s voice was quieter, almost gentle. “Now we get dressed. We go downstairs. We act normal when they get back. And later tonight, when everyone’s asleep, you come to my room if you still want more.”

Kai turned his head. Alexander was watching him, expression unreadable again, but his hand found Kai’s under the sheet and squeezed once.

“I still want more,” Kai said.

Alexander’s mouth curved, just barely. “Good.”

They got dressed in silence. Kai’s legs felt unsteady; every step made more of Alexander’s cum slide down his thigh. Alexander fixed the bed as best he could, though the sheets still looked suspiciously wrinkled. By the time the front door opened and Ryan’s voice called up the stairs, “We’re back, losers, help with the bags!”, Kai was sitting on the couch with a book, Alexander was in the kitchen pouring wine, and nothing about the air between them looked different.

Except Kai could still feel him.

Except every time Alexander’s eyes met his across the room, Kai’s pulse jumped.

Except he was still wet and open and marked inside.

Ryan flopped down beside him and stole the book. “Miss us?”

Kai smiled, small and private. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Later that night, long after the house went dark, Kai slipped out of the guest room and down the hall.

Alexander’s door was already unlocked.