Chapter 13: MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2

~Jamie’s POV~

Marcus invited us to the movies that evening, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Horror flick. My treat,” he said casually over dinner, eyes flicking to me for a split second with that dark hunger only I could see.

Ethan jumped at the chance. I nodded, throat tight, already knowing this was a trap for me.

When we got to the theater it was almost empty for a weekday night. We took seats in the back row.

Ethan on the far left, me in the middle, and Marcus on my right. The armrest between us stayed up.

The movie started. Some slashers with jump scares and screaming victims. Ethan leaned over and whispered, “Dude, remember that one we watched last semester? This looks even dumber.”

I forced a laugh. “Yeah, probably.”

Halfway through, during a quiet scene, Marcus’s large hand landed on my thigh. I froze. His fingers slid higher, palm pressing firmly over the growing bulge in my jeans. He squeezed.

I gasped sharply.

Ethan turned instantly. “You okay, man?”

My face burned. Marcus’s hand stayed hidden under my jacket, slowly rubbing my hardening cock through the fabric. “Yeah… just a slight headache. The screen’s bright.”

Ethan frowned. “Sorry, bro. Want some water or something?”

I shook my head quickly. “I’m good. Thanks.”

He turned back to the movie. Marcus didn’t stop. His fingers pulled my zipper down quietly, his hand slipped inside my boxers, and wrapped around my bare cock.

The theater was dark enough that no one could see, but my heart hammered as if it would burst. Every slow stroke felt filthy and dangerous. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan as pre-cum leaked over his rough palm.

The movie’s tension built, and there's another jump scare. I jerked, but it wasn’t from the screen. Marcus stroked faster, thumb circling the sensitive head, smearing my slickness.

My balls tightened as pleasure coiled tight and low. I couldn’t hold it in as Orgasm crashed over me without warning.

Thick fluid of cum spurted into Marcus’s hand and onto my stomach. My body shook violently — legs trembling, abs clenching, breath stuttering.

I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep silent.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. Ethan glanced over again. “Jamie, you sure you’re good? You’re sweating like crazy.”

I nodded frantically, terrified my voice would crack. Marcus spoke up smoothly, still slowly milking the last drops from my spent cock.

“Maybe your friend’s scared of horror movies, Ethan. Some people can’t handle the tension.”

Ethan chuckled. “You could be right, Dad. Jamie’s always been a bit of a wimp with this stuff.”

Marcus finally pulled his hand away, discreetly wiping the cum off with a small towel he must have brought.

I watched, enthralled and horrified, as he cleaned every trace like it was nothing. Then his hand found mine.

He guided it over to his lap, pressing my palm against the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants.

My eyes snapped to him in the dark. He mouthed, “stroke it.”

I obeyed. My fingers wrapped around his thick cock through the fabric at first, then slipped inside when he shifted.

He was rock-hard, veiny, leaking. I stroked him slowly, rubbing the swollen head repeatedly with my thumb.

Marcus’s hand tightened on the armrest. He hissed under his breath, hips twitching.

“Dad, you good?” Ethan asked, turning toward us.

Marcus switched his face instantly, voice steady. “Yeah, just stretching my back. Keep watching.”

I kept stroking, imagining Marcus’s fat cock stretching my ass again as it had by the pool, the brutal burn, the deep fullness, the way he had ruined me.

My own cock was tented again, leaking into my cum-stained boxers.

“I… I need the restroom,” I whispered, voice shaky. I excused myself and hurried out, legs weak.

The restroom was empty. I splashed water on my face, trying to calm down. Minutes later, the door opened. Marcus stepped in, locked it, and turned to me with dark eyes.

“Who asked you to leave?” he growled. “Get on your knees.”

“In here?” I whispered, heart racing.

“Now.”

I dropped to my knees on the cold tile. Marcus unzipped, pulled out his hard cock, the head shiny with pre-cum.

He gripped my hair and fed it into my mouth without warning. “Suck, boy. Make it sloppy and good.”

I had never done this but I obeyed and took him deep, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth so roughly at first, then harder, spit dripping down my chin. The obscene wet sounds echoed in the small room.

“Fuck, that’s it. Good little cocksucker. My son’s best friend is choking on Daddy’s dick while he is outside.”

He pulled out suddenly, yanked me up, spun me around, and bent me over the sink. He shoved my pants down, spat on my hole, and pushed two fingers inside roughly, scissoring me open with the leftover cum from earlier as lube.

“Gonna fuck this hole right here. I can't wait till later.”

He lined up and slammed in. The stretch burned, but I was still loose from the pool. I moaned loudly as he buried himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust.

He fucked me hard in deep, punishing strokes that made my cock slap against the sink. The mirror showed my wrecked face, tears in my eyes, mouth open.

The door handle rattled.

“Jamie? You in there, man?” Ethan’s voice.

Marcus didn’t stop. He gripped my hips tighter and kept pounding, cock dragging over my prostate with every thrust. I tried to stay quiet but whimpered.

“Jamie? You okay?”

Marcus clamped a big hand over my mouth, muffling my sounds. He leaned in and hissed in my ear, “Don’t you dare stop taking this cock.”

I nodded frantically, still pushing back onto him even as Ethan stood right outside. The risk made everything hotter. Marcus fucked me faster, harder, chasing his release while I shook.

“Yeah… I’m good,” I managed weakly through Marcus’s fingers when he loosened them slightly. “I’ll… be out soon.”

“Alright. I’m gonna look for my dad. He disappeared too,” Ethan said, footsteps fading.

The second the footsteps receded, Marcus snarled and slammed in deep. “Cum for me, boy.”

My orgasm hit like lightning. I came untouched, spurting against the sink as my hole clenched around him.

Marcus groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and flooded me with hot, thick cum, pulse after pulse filling my guts.

We stayed locked together, panting. He finally pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs. He tucked himself away, wiped me roughly with paper towels, and pulled my pants up.

“Clean yourself up. Go back out there and act as if nothing happened.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out first. I stood there on shaky legs, ass sore and full of his load, my heart still racing from how close we’d come to getting caught.

This was getting more dangerous every time.

And I was already addicted.