The Move - Part 2 (Patreon)

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

One more part after this!

His young, slender body stretched as he ran the roller up the wall. It was a sight to behold, indeed. Every muscle he had, tensed with each movement, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about the erection that was growing in my pants.

“My dad says you’re a cop” he said, getting more paint, “that’s really cool”.

“You think?” I smiled, adjusting my boner, “most guys your age aren’t big fans”.

“I’m not like most guys my age” he replied, and I bit down on my lip.

“No?”

“No”.

“How so?”

Chase looked back at me over his naked shoulder. There was no doubt in my mind that he was very well aware of what he was doing. He flashed a slight smile and narrowed his beautiful eyes.

“Would most guys my age be standing in your house in their underwear?”

My heart quickened. I stole a glance back down at his plump ass, and didn’t quite care that he knew it.

“No, I guess not”.

His smile widened. He placed the roller back into the trey and wiped his hands down his thighs, leaving streaks of paint on his flesh. I watched closely as he stepped toward me, still smiling that handsome smile.

“Do you have handcuffs?” He asked, and the answer became lodged somewhere in my throat. “Emma’s a very lucky woman, Mike” he continued, coming even closer now.

“W… Why do you say that?” I breathed.

Chase was inches from me. The sweet scent of his body filled my lungs as I inhaled him, and although I knew it was so very wrong, I wanted nothing more than to bend him over the table and rip his underwear off.

“Because I bet you like to use your handcuffs on her” he whispered.

Despite my growing urge to fuck the living daylights out of my best friend’s son, I had to compose myself. It wasn’t right. He was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. I let out the breath that I’d been holding.

“That’s not very appropriate, Chase” I forced myself to say, but instead of retreating, the boy simply chuckled.

“There’s a lot of things about me that aren’t appropriate, Mike” he said, “can I tell you a secret?”

I couldn’t hide my frantic breathing. Never in my life had I been made to feel like this by anybody, let alone a teenager. As wrong as it was, I couldn’t help myself, and I nodded.

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as his blue eyes trailed my body.

“Sometimes” he said, running his hand slowly down his stomach, “when everybody’s asleep, I sneak downstairs at night”.

I felt beads of pre-cum pulse from my cock and into my boxer briefs. “That’s not much of a secret” I said, and he laughed softly.

“I take whatever I can find” he continued, his fingers now trailing the waistband of his briefs, “and I fuck myself with it until I cum”.

I took a sharp breath. The image of him laying on his kitchen table fucking himself with a cucumber swarmed my brain, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my hands off him.

“It hurt the first time” he said, “but I worked through it, and now I think I’m ready for the real thing”.

“Stop, Chase” I finally gasped, as he revealed his smooth groin, “this isn’t… Your dad, he’ll…”

“Don’t worry about my dad” he smirked, “he’ll never know”.

Before I could say another word, Chase’s briefs were sliding down his legs, and I watched eagerly as he stood back up, completely naked.

“Touch me” he said, and although I wanted to touch him more than anything else in the world, I stopped myself.

“I’m married, Chase” I told him.

“Are you going to tell her?” He asked, taking his modest sized cock into his fist and slowly massaging it. “Will you tell her that I stood naked before you, and you couldn’t help but shove your big, fat cock up my tight, young hole?”

“Chase…”

“I can be your dirty little secret, Mike”.

My entire body shook with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His cock was now glistening with clear pre, and against all better judgement, I reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him against my much larger frame.

He let out a gasp as my lips pressed against his, and my tongue pushed inside his mouth. I had no idea what had come over me, but I didn’t care anymore. The sweet taste of him made me even harder, and our tongues began to battle as I reached between his legs and felt his cock.

Other than his father, I’d never touched a man like this before. I squeezed his shaft and felt a bead of fluid trail down my knuckles, and without thinking, I lifted it to my mouth and licked it off.

“Do you like it?” He asked, rubbing my crotch through my pants. “Do you like the taste of my cock, Mike?”

“This is wrong, Chase” I repeated, “I’m old enough to be your father”.

“That’s why it’s hot” he replied, and took my fingers, before closing his perfect lips around them.

I let out another breath and felt my eyes roll as he sucked on them. He pushed his tongue between them, and took them to the back of his throat before slowly pulling them out.

“Put them inside me” he said, and guided my hand toward the place I’d been dreaming about since early that morning.

It had gone too far to back out now. Chase threw himself over the table and I pried open his stunning ass until his pink, hairless hole looked back at me. Had I not known, I would have said that nothing had ever spread his perfect ring. I ran a finger around the edge, feeling him clench as he moaned, and made him wet as I continued.

“Oh fuck” he whimpered, rubbing his cock as I pushed against his sphincter with my fingertip. I slipped inside him, and felt the warmth of his rectum as I searched for the one spot that I knew would drive him wild.

“Have you ever played with your prostate, Chase?” I asked, and he shook his head and arched his back.

I found the spot after a few moments, and circled it until he cried out with pleasure.

“Oh my god” he moaned, and I watched as strings of milky pre-fuck dripped onto the tiles.

“Do you like that?” I asked, and he nodded wildly.

I pressed harder, forcing more pleasure through his young body as sweat began to dot his pristine flesh. Another finger edged in, doubling his moans and making him tremble.

“Is this better than a vegetable?” I smiled, finger fucking his wet hole.

“Y… Yes” he gasped.

All restraint had vanished. I dragged my fingers out of his teen pussy and took to my knees behind him. I needed to taste him. I needed to bury my tongue deep inside him and make him feel what nobody else could make him feel. I inhaled the warm, sharp scent of his asshole before running my tongue across his velvety pucker, and felt every inch of him buzz as he received his first ever rimjob.

“Oh… Oh… Oh” was all he could manage. I knew, without him having to say a word, that his eighteen year old body had never known such ecstatic euphoria. I’d just introduced him to a drug more addictive than anything he could buy with his friends, and before the night was out, I’d have the little fucker hooked.

His hole was both sweet and sharp. I could taste the sweat that he’d worked up, but his flavour was undeniably delicious. I slid my tongue around the rim, teasing him until he whimpered, and began to slide it through his ring.

He was certainly tight. The image of the cucumber was replaced by a rather tiny carrot, but I continued deeper until his inexperienced sphincter prevented me from going any further.

I sucked on his hole and peppered it with stubbled kisses. It was indeed, the most beautiful one I’d ever seen, and deserved the attention that it was so rightfully getting. I added a finger to the mix, pushing in with ease now that his pussy was dripping. The muscles in his calves tightened up, and his knees began to buckle as I returned to his prostate but included my wet slurping this time around.

“I think I’m gonna cum, Mike!” He whined, and the approaching orgasm was evident in his shaky voice. I slowed down instantly. If there was one thing that young Chase was going to learn about love making, it was that we were in this for the long haul, and I was about to teach him things about his own body that he’d never known before.

I stood up with his taste still on my tongue and spun him around. His eyes were glassed over, his cheeks were flush, and the evidence of a near orgasm showed on his cute face. He was breathless now, too, but held it when I pushed my tongue back into his mouth and allowed him to sample his own flavour.

His cock pressed against me. I felt how wet he was, but it was nothing in comparison to my own one, which was now swimming inside my boxer briefs, drenched in thick wads of pre-cum.

“How about I give you a tour of the bedroom, Chase?” I breathed, our noses touching as he jerked his hips toward me in an attempt to feel the release that he was so desperately craving.

“O… Okay” he whimpered.

“And who knows” I smiled, leading him toward the door by his shoulder, “maybe you’ll be the lucky one in handcuffs this time”. I slapped his plump ass as we walked, and watched as the sun kissed cheek began to redden.

This was about to be the best night of my life.