Chapter 15: MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2

~Marcus’s POV~

The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the kitchen as I stood at the stove, shirtless in a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on my hips.

My cock was already half-hard just thinking about the boy sleeping upstairs. After last night’s intense session, I knew Jamie would wake up desperate.

They always did.

I heard soft footsteps on the stairs. Right on time.

Jamie appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but thin sleep pants and a loose t-shirt.

His hair was messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, but the most beautiful part was the obvious tent in the front of his pants — that perfect morning wood straining hard against the fabric, a small wet spot already forming where he was leaking.

I smirked, flipping a pancake. “Morning, boy.”

Jamie’s eyes dropped to my bare chest and the outline of my thick cock in my sweats before he quickly looked away.

“Morning… Marcus.”

I didn’t miss the way his own dick twitched at the sight of me.

“Come here,” I said casually, my voice low. “Have a feel of these pancakes while I eat my sausage with two eggs.”

The double meaning hit him instantly. Jamie’s face flushed deep red, but his cock jerked firm in his pants. He stood frozen near the doorway, clearly torn.

“Marcus… Ethan’s upstairs,” he whispered urgently, even as he took a hesitant step closer.

“He could come down any minute.”

I turned off the stove and faced him fully, letting him see the heavy bulge in my sweats. “He’s in the shower right now. We’ve got time. Now be a good boy and pull those pants down. Let Daddy see that hard little cock. So he can take care of it and oil your tight hole for Daddy's cock.”

Jamie hesitated for two more seconds, biting his lip, before his hands moved. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his sleep pants and boxers down to his thighs.

His cock sprang free — it was rock hard, flushed dark, the head shiny with pre-cum. It bobbed in the air, twitching under my stare.

“Fuck boy,” I growled, stepping closer. “Look at you. Never seen it properly in the daylight like this. You have such a pretty cock… and it’s this hard for me? Leaking all over the floor like a desperate little slut.”

Jamie whimpered softly, his cheeks burning.

I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen tiles, spinning him around and bending him over the counter.

I spread his ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing his tight pink hole that I had already ruined multiple times.

“Marcus—wait—”

“Quiet, boy.” I leaned in and dragged my tongue in a slow circle over his ass hole in one long, filthy lick. Jamie’s whole body jerked in response. Greedy little slut.

“Oh shit…” he moaned, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately.

I pulled back just enough to growl, “Take that fucking hand away this instant. Let it out. I want to hear how much you love Daddy eating this hole.”

I dove back in, devouring him like a man starved. I was indeed starved, my tongue licked broad and wet across his hole before spearing inside, thrusting into him with my tongue in deep, sloppy licks. I groaned against his skin, the taste of him driving me wild.

“Mmmph—fuck, Daddy… your tongue feels so good,” Jamie gasped, his voice shaking. “It’s so deep… oh god, please don’t stop—”

I reached around and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him nice and slow while I ate his ass.

My beard scraped roughly against his smooth cheeks as I buried my face deeper, licking and sucking on his hole like it was my favorite meal.

“You like how Daddy eats you up, boy?” I growled between licks, my voice hoarse and filthy.

“ Mmmhhh…yes, Daddy…”

“You must really like having your best friend’s father on his knees tongue-fucking your greedy little cunt while he cooks breakfast for you huh?”

“Yes… fuck yes, Daddy,” Jamie moaned, pushing his ass back onto my tongue. “I love it. I love your tongue inside me—”

I stroked his cock faster, twisting my wrist over the head, smearing his constant leak all over my palm.

His hole fluttered and clenched around my tongue as I pushed it in as deep as I could, ramming him with wet, obscene sounds.

“You’re getting close already, aren’t you?” I snarled, pulling back to spit on his hole before diving in again.

“This slutty hole is gripping my tongue so tight. You wanna cum, boy? Wanna shoot your load while Daddy eats your ass?”

Jamie was trembling even more now, his legs were shaking badly. “Please Daddy… I’m so close—”

Just then, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Dad? Is the coffee ready?” fuck, it was Ethan’s voice.

Jamie panicked and tried to pull away, but I gave his hole one last deep lick before standing up fast. He yanked his pants up just seconds before Ethan walked into the kitchen.

I was already back at the stove, calm as ever, flipping pancakes. Ethan paused, looking between us with a slight frown. “Everything okay? You two look… weird.”

“Coffee’s in the dining room,” I said smoothly, plating the pancakes. “Jamie was just about to call you down after helping me set the table. Right, Jamie?”

Jamie nodded quickly, face flushed, his voice slightly hoarse. “Y-yeah. Pancakes are ready.”

Ethan shrugged innocently and headed toward the dining area. “Cool, thanks Dad.”

The second Ethan was out of sight, Jamie shot me a wide-eyed “we were almost caught” look, his chest still heaving.

I stepped close, pressing my hard cock against his ass through our clothes and whispered deeply in his ear, “Relax, boy. I told you we had time.”

My hand slid down and gave his still-hard cock one firm squeeze through his pants.

“No touching yourself. And no cumming until I say so. Understand?”

Jamie swallowed hard, nodding probably unable to trust his voice. I smirked and kissed the side of his neck.