The house was quiet after midnight, just the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of settling wood. Mark had come home from college for the weekend, and at 22 he still looked like the lanky kid who used to shoot hoops in the driveway, only now his shoulders had filled out and a dark trail of hair ran down his flat stomach. His dad, Rick, was 48, still built from years of construction work, thick forearms and a chest that strained his old t-shirts. Theyd been drinking beers on the couch, talking about nothing, when the conversation turned.
Never had your cock sucked? Rick asked, voice low and rough, like he was just asking about the weather. Marks face burned, but he didnt look away. He shook his head. Fuck, son. Thats a shame.
Rick didnt hesitate. He set his beer down, stood up, and nodded toward the hallway. Bedroom. Now.
Mark followed, heart hammering, dick already twitching in his jeans. Once the door clicked shut, Rick didnt waste time with soft words or slow undressing. He shoved Marks shirt up, yanked his jeans open, and dropped to his knees on the carpet like hed been waiting years for this.
Pull it out, Rick said, staring up with dark eyes. Let me see that hard cock.
Marks hands shook as he freed his dick. It sprang up thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. Rick grunted approval, wrapped one callused hand around the base, and gave it a slow pump. Look at that. Fucking beautiful.
Then his mouth was on it.
No teasing licks, no gentle kisses. Rick opened wide and swallowed half of Marks cock in one hot, wet slide. Marks knees nearly buckled.
The heat, the suction, the way Ricks tongue pressed flat along the undersideit was nothing like jerking off. Rick pulled back with a filthy sound, spit stringing from his lips to the head, then dove back down, taking more. His throat worked, tight and slick, while one hand gripped Marks hip hard enough to bruise.
Fuck, Dad, Mark groaned, the word slipping out raw. Rick hummed around the shaft, the vibration shooting straight through Marks balls. He started bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his chin onto the carpet. Every time he took it deeper, his nose brushed the trimmed hair at the base. Mark could feel the head of his cock bumping the back of Ricks throat, and every time Rick swallowed around it like he wanted to choke on it.
Rick pulled off just long enough to growl, You taste good, boy. Gonna feed me that load. Then he went back to work, one hand now cupping Marks balls, rolling them, tugging gently while his mouth fucked down again and again. The wet, obscene sounds filled the roomslurping, gagging, heavy breathing through Ricks nose. Marks hips started moving on their own, thrusting shallowly into his dads mouth.
Rick took it, eyes watering but locked on Marks face, encouraging every push. He let go of Marks hip and used both hands to spread his own knees wider on the floor, like he was settling in for a long session. Spit ran down Marks shaft, over Ricks fist, making everything slick and messy. Ricks own cock was tenting his sweatpants, a dark spot forming at the tip, but he didnt touch himself. All his focus stayed on the dick in his mouth.
Gonna come, Mark warned, voice cracking. Rick just sucked harder, tongue flicking the sensitive spot under the head on every upstroke. Marks balls tightened, and then he was shootingthick, hot pulses straight down Ricks throat. Rick didnt pull back. He swallowed every spurt, throat working visibly, a low satisfied groan vibrating through Marks spent cock.
When Rick finally let the softening dick slip from his mouth, he licked his lips, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and stood. His own erection strained obviously against the fabric. Next time, he said, voice hoarse, youre returning the favor. But tonight that was just for you.
Mark leaned back against the wall, breathing hard, legs shaky. Rick gave his shoulder a rough squeeze, the same way he always had after a good game, only now it felt different. Charged. Get some sleep, son. Well talk more tomorrow.
He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Mark stayed where he was, dick still twitching with aftershocks, the taste of the moment lingering like the salt on his tongue from the beers theyd shared earlier. The house settled back into silence, but nothing felt the same.
