I seduced my dad's drinking buddy when I gave him a ride home

I was young, dumb, and full of cum when I first decided to seduce one of my dad's drinking buddies.

I was 20 to be exact, home from college, and bored in my room on a Friday night, when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was one of my dad's drinking buddies, Polo, asking if I could drive him home.

Polo was a daddy, but not actually a father. He was a single, older man who liked to drink and was probably just as horny as me, so I did the only reasonable thing anyone would do: I said “yes sir, I'll be right out,” then I took off my underwear, put on a cock-ring, changed into my shortest shorts and led him into my car.

The drive was short, and it began with small talk, but it didn't take long for him to notice my bare legs because the conversation suddenly changed.

“You know, I am not going home, after all. Why don't you pull into this street?”

It was a random neighborhood street.

I felt the energy change, and my heart started beating harder and faster because as much as I wanted to seduce the man, I never thought it would work, but in that moment I knew that it had, I knew that this man had taken notice, and I knew what this man wanted, and I certainly knew that I wanted to give it all to him.

I then noticed his breathing, and it was deep and hard, and as I turned into the street, he began rubbing himself between his legs, and then he stuttered the first question.

“You ever get really horny?”

I caught myself holding my breath, and I took a few, quick, short ones before I said, “yeah, all the time,” as if it was no big deal.

I looked over and he started rubbing himself harder and I couldn’t help but stare at the thick imprint of his hard cock that was showing through his pants, and I felt myself starting to get hard, and I involuntarily touched myself too, and I think he noticed because he broke the silence with a second question.

“Yeah, I'm feeling horny as fuck right now. What do you do when you're horny?”

I was still driving down the street, slowly and aimlessly now, and the only thing we could hear in the silence between our words were the noticeable breaths we were both taking.

I finally said, “well, you know, I jack off.”

I heard his breath quicken, like a gasp, and his cock must've been throbbing uncomfortably because he squeezed and he pushed down and he rubbed the imprint of his cock with the flat of his palm and he looked at me, biting his lips while he did it, and with a look that told me he knew there was no going back after he said those words, he looked at me straight in the eye with that look and finally asked, “can you jack me off?”

I felt my own cock-head wet with precum, sliding against my thigh, and it was twitching and slowly leaking, thirsty as fuck for this older man, but I had to make sure I didn't seem to eager.

“Umm, yeah, sure.”

“Turn into this alley,” he commanded.

The alley was dark and quiet, and there he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, and it was hard and strong and stiff and girthy, and he grabbed my right hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it around his cock, and just like mine, it was wet and hot and I felt the pulsing of his heart through his shaft, and I gripped and I softened my hold and he started to moan and he melted into the seat as he said, “that's a good boy.”

I slowly pressed on the brakes of the car to come to a stop in the middle of the dark alley, and then I sped up the hand pumps I was giving to this man's cock, and his moans got louder and he began to thrust with my pumps, and he squeezed and released his ass and leg muscles as if he was about to blow the load of his life, and he was saying “yes, baby, yes” and I was going faster and faster, and suddenly lights filled up the car and he said “what the fuck,” and we freaked the fuck out.

A truck had entered the alley behind us, and not belonging there, we quickly drove out back into the street.

“We should go somewhere private,” he said looking back to make sure we weren't being followed.

“What about your house?”

“No, I can't. Hmm, let's get a motel room.”

“No, that's way too far. Let's just go back to my house. No one ever bothers me in my room, plus everyone should be asleep by now.”

“No. Fuck that. What if we get caught? What the fuck is your dad going to say? Let's just find a secluded area then.”

“No. I'm going back home,” and I turned the car in the direction of my house.

He was silent, as if weighing the momentous decision, weighing the benefits of fucking something prohibited versus the risks of getting caught by prohibited’s father.

“I've never done anything like this,” he said, “you know, with guys. Have you?”

I could have lied, but I didn't.

I nodded bashfully.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

Again, I didn't lie.

“I love it.”

“Fuck, that's hot,” he said and he started touching himself again.

We were on the highway now, heading back home, and he took my hand and once again made me wrap it around his hot, fleshy, pulsing cock.

“You won't tell anyone, though, right?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“Of course not! You better not say anything either!” I shot back.

“You think I want people to know about this?!”

I thought about it for a moment. A single man in his 40s, a manly, beer-drinking, boot-wearing, pipeliner playing with a different type of pipe did not look good on him, so we laughed it off.

I was still stroking his cock while I drove, and I squeezed and softened my grip as I went up and down his thick shaft and I could see and feel a wetness of pre-cum glistening all over his cock-head and I dangerously leaned over and took that dripping cock-head into my mouth, and I enveloped it like a lollipop, and I sucked it hard as it left my mouth because I had to come back up to resume driving.

This man, crazed by my move, was no longer thinking, and, moaning, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down to eat his cock while I was trying to drive.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “I'm driving!”

“You're driving me wild, boy, I want you to suck my cock like you just did,” and he pushed my head down again towards his cock.

“I'm driving,” I exclaimed, and I pushed his hand away from my head.

Instead, he laid his hand on my thigh, which was practically bare with my short shorts, and I was stroking him, and he was touching my thigh, and he brought his hand higher and higher up my thigh and I felt my cock stiff and wet and itching to play, and he lingered there, and his pinky made the lightest contact with the tip of my dick, and I was stroking him harder, and I was waiting for him to grab my cock, to take it, to hold it and stroke it like I was doing to him, and before I could even ask him to, he moved his hand towards my back, then he slid his finger down past my shorts, and I felt his hand spread my cheeks open to let that middle finger start pressing against the tightness of my asshole. He was gentle, at first, with his finger, but quickly quickened his pace when I tightened my grip on his cock from how good I was feeling all over, and he wanted to push that finger through, but I tightened, and I didn’t let him in because I wanted him to work harder for it, and because, goddamnit, I didn’t want to be used in my car when I had a properly good bed to be used in.

We approached my street and he stopped trying to finger fuck me, and I stopped stroking his cock and he put it away, and I could tell he was starting to get nervous.

“Let’s find someplace else, seriously,” he insisted.

“Look,” I told him, “I was already planning on trying to seduce Paco. He usually sleeps in his truck when he’s too drunk to drive home. If it’s not you, it’ll be him who will be coming into my room.”

“What! Paco? He’s an asshole!” He seemed genuinely offended. “You’re not fucking that guy, you hear me? You’re mine!”

“Wanna try?”

“Let’s go then. I’ll fucking go. I’m going to fuck you so hard, harder than he would’ve. That fucking asshole!”

We arrived home at around half past midnight with everything dark and still. My father and his buddies had stopped drinking, and sure enough, Paco was passed out in his truck under the big tree.

“Don’t even think about it,” Polo whispered as we passed Paco’s truck.

I sneaked Polo into the house walking quietly past the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, past the bathroom, and finally into my room that was opposite to my parent’s bedroom.

We stood in the dark of my room in silence, confirming the dead of night, then I turned on a low lamp in the corner of my room and stripped myself of my clothes in two swift moves. I wanted him and I couldn’t wait.

He did the same, albeit a bit slower, and when he was done he pushed my head down to his hard, throbbing cock and I knelt to finally take what I had committed to take no more than thirty minutes prior.

I sucked his cock like I knew he’s never had his cock sucked before, and he was trying hard not to moan and I sucked harder wanting to make him moan, but instead he began begging me to stop because he was about to cum and he didn’t want to, he didn’t want the fun to end, and so I came up and I kissed this man that clearly wanted me, I kissed this man that didn’t want to end what we had just started, and I kissed him like I knew how to kiss, and this man recoiled from me and had the gall to say, “that’s gay.”

I stared at him like that, in all my nakedness, and in all his nakedness, with our cocks practically slobbering over each other with pre-cum, with his arms around my waist and his hands resting on my ass, with my chest on his chest, I stared at him and I told him, “shut the fuck up and fuck me already, daddy.”

I pushed him onto the bed, and I grabbed a condom and quickly placed it on him along with a good amount of lube, and as I climbed over him, grabbing his cock and directing his head to that exact same tightness he encountered earlier with his finger, I could hear him whispering, “oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” and oh, God, I finally let my weight fall upon his fat cock and in it slid past the tightness of my asshole and into that warmth that so willingly took him in.

I was straddling this daddy, finally, I had him inside me, and I could feel his divine heat opening me up, and he was still calling out to God, trapped in a heavenly cycle as I bounced up the length of his cock only to fall back down and squeeze at the bottom before coming back up again, and again, and just like before, his legs began to tremble, and his thrusts became violent and full of a power I could feel surging from the tip of our fingers down into that special spot inside me where we both became one. There, inside me, I could feel him tensing and finally ready to blow, and he was still saying “oh, God,” and so I grabbed his hands and I held them back, and with his cock completely inside me, I kissed him one more time to get him to shut up because he was louder now, and this time he kissed me back and I melted into him and he melted into me because soon he was bursting inside me of, giving me the fucking of my life with those final, violent thrusts that then made me explode and spill string after string all over this man's stomach, and in that moment we both moaned loudly out of pure tantric ecstacy until we had completely emptied ourselves of our desires.

I was laying on him, breathing hard, and he was stroking my hair, breathing hard, and still inside me, when we heard a knock on the door.

“Manolo,” I heard my dad saying from behind the door.

Polo looked at me like if the devil himself was right outside the door, and he jumped out of bed, and he put on his clothes faster than they came off, and he jumped out the window without even saying goodbye, and I swear, I absolutely fucking swear that that motherfucker took my damn cock-ring because I know for a fact I left it on my dresser, and I know he saw me take it off and leave it there, and it disappeared with him that night because I never saw either of them again.

I have a feeling he kept it as a memento.