maturedadsandmen:Now that I was here, I couldn’t made myself turn around and walk inside.
maturedadsandmen:Now that I was here, I couldn’t made myself turn around and walk inside. I’d been resistant at first…VERY resistant. But he’d been persistent. Not pushy. But, he made sure I knew how much he wanted me, that the feeling wasn’t going to go away, and he’d be ready for me any time, any place. All I had to do was say the word. Just two minutes ago, I found myself ready to say the word.Earlier in the evening, before he retired to the basement for the night, he’d made one of his flirty advances on me while Robert was in the kitchen doing the dishes. He’d grabbed a lollipop from our candy jar - you know, one of those that has a bubble gum center - and was sucking and licking on it right in front of me. If the seductive looks he was giving me while he was doing it didn’t say all he needed to say, his hands down his pants, massaging his 22 year old cock really drove home the message. In spite of myself, I was actually about to reach for him and pull him to me so he could feel the heat rolling off my body and how crazy he was making me. At just that moment, we both heard the kitchen faucet shut off. He looked right into my eyes, gave the lollipop one last long suck, then mouthed, “I’m ready for you, stud,” before he took his hands out of his pants and winked at me. Seconds later, before I even had a chance to respond, Robert strode out of the kitchen.“Thanks for another delicious meal, guys,” he said, as if nothing had just gone on between us. “I think I’m going to head downstairs for the night.”The three of us exchanged good nights with him and after he started toward the stairs to the basement, Robert turned and walked toward the living room. He turned back toward me before descending the stairs, cupped his crotch, and winked at me before turning back around and walking downstairs. That had cinched it! Tonight, I was giving in to what I knew I shouldn’t do, but wanted to do more than anything. Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough for me.Two and a half hours later, I was laying in bed, fit to be tied! Finally, after I was sure Robert had fallen asleep, I eased myself out of bed and crept out into the hallway as silently as I could. At the top of the stairs, I stopped and listened, trying to make sure that my stirrings hadn’t roused my husband…my loving husband that I was about to cheat on right under his nose. For a brief moment, my conscience almost intervened and made me turn around on my heels and go back to bed. Before that could happen, my throbbing cock - barely concealed by the thin material of my shorts - reminded me what I really wanted…and it wasn’t to get back into the bed I shared with Robert. I wanted to be in another bed two floors down.Softly, I descended the stairs and made my way to the basement stairs off of the kitchen. This was another moment of truth for me. The noble, decent side of me could’ve instead walked over to the refrigerator, taken a drink of orange juice from the container - unsanitary, I know - and then gone back upstairs. But that wasn’t what I did. I didn’t want orange juice, a slice of chocolate cake, leftovers from dinner, or anything else in that refrigerator. Once again, my cock wrestled control of my body from my mind and I headed down the stairs to the quarters we’d set up for him when he’d moved in with us ten months ago.Now that I was here…standing just outside his bedroom, I wasn’t sure I could make myself go inside. I leaned against the wall, tilted my head back and exhaled deeply. I was giving myself a pep talk through my internal dialogue. “I can do this. I WANT to do this.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossed it on the floor, and looked down my torso…as much of it as I could see in the dark. I ran my hands over my toned chest and my stomach, my own touch making my body tingle and my cock twitch. If MY touch made me feel this way, I could only imagine how it would feel to have HIM touching me.I took another deep breath and finally made my feet move, the obscene tent in my shorts leading the way. The next thing I knew, I was standing at his bedside, looking down at him laying on his back. I was able to make out the musculature of his exposed chest rising and falling with his breath. Oh-ho, yeah. I can definitely do this!I reached out to run my hand over his upper body, loving the feel of his smooth chest. It was as if he and I were connected in that moment. As I touched him, my cock reacted, beginning to ache and throb even more. After less than a minute of me lightly feeling his chest, he started to stir. I couldn’t tell when or if he’d opened his eyes, but his husky, sleepy voice cut through the silence. “Coach?”I barely croaked out a “Yeah, Brian. It’s me, bud,” afraid that even speaking might push me over the edge and I’d come in my shorts. God, I was keyed-up!Not even missing a beat, he rolled over on his side, propped himself up on his elbow, and with his other hand he pulled my shorts down past my knees. A split second later, his free hand had encircled the base of my cock and he leaned forward to take me in his mouth.“Oh shit!” I felt myself hurtling toward the point of no return and he’d only just gotten started. “Slow down, bud. I don’t want this party to end just yet.”“Me either,” he said, the sleepiness still evident in his voice. In the dark, I saw him - still on his side - scoot over on the bed to make room for me. “Why don’t we get comfortable and see if we can’t make this last a little longer?”Needing no further encouragement, I slipped my shorts the rest of the way down my legs and climbed into bed next to him, surprised to feel his naked body against mine…immediately enjoying the feel of his youthful cock pressing against my torso. “I didn’t know you slept naked,” I managed to let escape my mouth before he pressed his lips against mine.“I don’t usually,” he responded as we took a break from our kiss to breathe. Neither of us could keep ourselves from letting our hands explore each others body. I loved feeling him rub my gym-toned arms and the hair of my chest. “But something about earlier made me think tonight might be the night you’d finally drop by for some fun.”I softly chuckled. “Cocky bastard,” I said teasingly before we kissed again.Our lips parted after about 30 seconds and his hand found my hard on. “Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s cocky.”We kissed again, this time longer. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth and his body. This time when we parted, I felt like I had to verbalize what he had to already know. “We can’t make this as long as I’m sure both of us want it to be. I’ve got to get back upstairs in case Robert wakes up and notices me gone.”“I’ll make sure we both get what we want and need and get you back upstairs before you’re missed. For now, forget about Robert. It’s just you and me here.”He leaned in and began kissing and licking my neck, working his way down my body. I knew where he was going and I couldn’t wait for him to get there. I couldn’t really TOTALLY forget about Robert. But Brian was doing a good job of relegating him to the far reaches of the back of my mind. By the time his warm, wet mouth sheathed my cock again, I barely remembered that I was married.Not quite a half an hour later, after jumping into the shower in the basement to wash the smell of sex on me, I was slipping back into bed in my t-shirt and shorts with my star player’s load in my stomach and mine coating the inside of his ass. I’d just gotten situated back into bed when I felt Robert rollover and drape his arm over me to spoon me. When, after fifteen seconds of holding my breath to see if he’d say, “A-ha! I caught you screwing around!”, he never said a word, I knew I’d gotten away with it…at least this time. As I lay there clothed body to clothed body with my loving husband, my mind immediately shifted from wondering if I’d been caught to trying to work out exactly when and how I was going to be with Brian again. -- source link