The apartment door clicked shut behind them, the late-night silence thick with everything they had been dancing around for months. Jake, twenty-two and still living at home while he finished school, dropped his keys on the counter. His dad, Mark, forty-eight and built from years of construction work, stood a few feet away, breathing heavy from the walk up the stairs.
"You've been looking at me different lately," Mark said, voice low and rough. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Jake turned, meeting his father's eyes. "Yeah. Because I want you to fuck me."
Mark crossed the room in three strides. His big hands grabbed Jake by the hips and yanked him close, grinding their bodies together so Jake could feel the thick, hard length straining against Mark's jeans. "Say it again."
"Fuck me, Dad. I want your cock in me."
Mark growled and shoved Jake against the kitchen table. Clothes came off fast—shirts yanked over heads, belts unbuckled, pants kicked away. Mark's cock sprang free, heavy and veined, already leaking. Jake's own dick stood rigid, smaller but just as desperate.
Mark spun Jake around and bent him over the table. "Spread your legs." Two thick fingers, slick with spit, pushed between Jake's cheeks and rubbed over his hole. Jake moaned as Mark worked one finger inside, then two, stretching him open with rough, steady pumps.
"Been thinking about this tight ass every night," Mark muttered. He pulled his fingers free, spat into his palm, and slicked his cock. The blunt head pressed against Jake's entrance. "You ready for your dad to fuck you?"
"Yes. Do it."
Mark pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way with one hard thrust. Jake cried out, the burn mixing with pure heat as his dad filled him completely. Mark didn't wait. He started fucking in deep, steady strokes, balls slapping against Jake's ass with every drive.
"Fuck, you're tight," Mark grunted. He gripped Jake's hips hard enough to bruise, pounding harder. "This what you wanted? Your old man wrecking your hole?"
Jake pushed back to meet every thrust. "Harder, Dad.
Fuck me like you mean it."
Mark obliged. He hauled Jake upright, one arm across his chest, and fucked up into him standing. The angle let him drive straight against Jake's prostate. Jake's cock jerked untouched, dripping onto the floor. Mark reached down and wrapped a rough fist around it, stroking in time with his thrusts.
They moved to the couch. Mark sat and pulled Jake onto his lap, facing away. Jake sank down on his dad's cock again, riding it while Mark's hands spread his cheeks wider. "Look at that," Mark said, voice filthy. "Taking every inch like you were made for it."
Jake bounced faster, sweat slicking their skin. Mark's hand cracked across his ass once, then again, the sting making Jake clench tighter. "Gonna fill you up," Mark warned. "Gonna pump my load deep in my boy's ass."
"Do it. Come in me, Dad."
Mark grabbed Jake's thighs and thrust up hard, burying himself to the root as he came. Thick pulses flooded Jake's insides, hot and endless. Jake followed seconds later, shooting across his own stomach and the couch while his dad kept fucking him through it, pushing the cum deeper.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Mark's hand stroked Jake's chest, slower now. "Not done with you yet," he said, already starting to harden again inside him. "Round two in the shower. Then you're sleeping in my bed."
Jake leaned back against his father's chest and smiled. "Yes, sir."
