{This is the next part of my prior story involving Jason‘s Dad, Scott}

The image of Scott cumming all over himself lived rent free in my head for many years (and still does I guess). Nothing really happened for a long time, other than me jerking off and blowing way to many loads and subtly trying to check out Scott's bulge whenever I had the chance. I ended up going away for college, where after some soul searching came to terms with things and eventually came out. My family and friends were great, Jason in particular. After coming out, I dated a bit, but if I'm being honest, I enjoyed being a bit of a slut. I was popular on campus to say the least. ;)

After I left for college, I didn't really see Scott until thanksgiving of my junior year. Jason and I had kept in touch, but we went to different schools so I didn't get to see him that much. To be honest, I probably saw more of his younger brother Chase who ended up visiting a few times to come and see the city and drink with me and my friends. In the years since, Scott and Vanessa ended up having a messy divorce and separated. Normally Jason and I would hang out over thanksgiving, but that year Jason and Chase had gone to California to spend thanksgiving with their mom.

Overall, thanksgiving was pretty boring. You know, turkey, football, etc. To be honest, I was bored out of my mind, and really horny. After a few days of going stir crazy, I decided to open up Grindr and see what was around. The results, in my small little city, were as you can imagine, kind of bleak. A bunch of bottoms and a lot of faceless profiles. I could not wait to get back to campus where I could be a slut again and take a few cocks. In particular, I couldn't wait to see Matt, the nerdy math guy who lived nearby who was a little kinky and liked to tie me up and edge himself with my hole.

I chatted with a few guys, but wasn't really having much luck. I was horny, and hadn't cum in a few days. There was so much family around the house, I didn't really have a chance to rub one out. So, against my better judgement, I was entertaining some of the faceless profiles and chatting. One of them was an older guy, whose profile just said "Hung Bi-Curious". We chatted a bit, and things turned hot and heavy pretty quickly. He seemed pretty dom, and confident, which was really hot. He sent me a pic of him at what looked like a hotel gym, and I had to give it to him, he had a great body. Big fucking arms. I asked him for a dick pic, and he sent me one with a pair of tight briefs that were struggling to contain an enlarged cock, and another of him buried in some chick. Not typical, but appreciated the creativity. {And no, for those of you who are wondering and know where this is going, I did not at the time realize who I was taking to}

Hot Dad and I chatted off and on for a couple of days. The amount of pre-cum in my briefs was ridiculous at this point... I was needing to cum bad. And I was getting hornier and hornier for Hot Dad, who was messaging a lot and telling me how he was going to fuck me so hard I'd forget my own name. I sent him some of my best nudes -- a pic of me in a slutty jockstrap, another of my hole, and a short video that Matt took of me taking his cock. On the second last day before I headed back to school, I went to the gym, got a good workout in, and decided I needed to be fucked. I messaged Hot Dad and we decided for me to come over later that night. He had a work trip the next day so didn't want to be up too late, but wanted to fuck me before we both left.

So later, I prepped, and then made up some bullshit excuse about going out, and headed over to the address Hot Dad had given me. It wasn't very far and was in a different part of town from where Jason and I lived growing up, a new development I hadn't spent much time in. As it turned out, when Scott and Vanessa split, they sold the house, and he got a smaller place across town. As I drove up to the drive, I couldn't help but think about how the truck out front looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put place why.

I walked up to the house, looked around, and checked Grindr to make sure I had the right address. I didn't want to be knocking on the wrong door. In the time it had taken me to drive over, Hot Dad had told me to not come to the front door but to instead come around the side of the house and in the back patio door. This was admittedly sketch, but I was young, dumb, and horny and full of cum. Or rather, I needed to be filled.

The patio door was open and there was a faint light on inside. I poked my head in and called out "hello?". "Come in", Hot Dad said. I did. "Take off your clothes," he said from the shadows. "Wait," I said. "Can I see you first? I don't want this to be some cat fish thing." "How's this" he said, and turned on a reading light beside his Lazy Boy. He'd clearly thought this through, or had done this before, because the reading light shone down on his rock hard body, but kept his face in the shadows. He was in a pair of running shorts and had his hand inside, slowly touching himself. "Satisfied?" he asked. "Oh yes", I said, and quickly removed my shirt and shorts. When they hit the floor he said to me, or rather instructed me, to climb onto the countertop, get on all fours. I obeyed. I heard him get up from the chair and walk over. "Your body is incredible," he said. "and your ass looks amazing." He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, and I could feel his hot breath. "You want Daddy to eat that boy pussy before he fucks it?" he asked. "Mmmmmhmmmm" I moaned. I hadn't yet put two and two together, but for some reason, the voice sounded familiar.

Hot Dad didn't need any additional permission, and I felt him bury his face in my ass. He ate it with a vengeance. It was if the man hadn't eaten in days. It felt so good to feel his hot tongue on my hole. For a moment I wondered where he learned to eat ass like that, but then figured if you could eat a pussy, you could eat an ass. I moaned and groaned, and lost myself in his tongue skills. Eventually, he instructed me to get off the counter and get on my knees. I did.

He walked around me, and as he did, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my head back, so that I was ready to receive his cock.

"FUCK" he said, and not in a good way. I opened my eyes, and realized that I was staring straight into the face of my friend's dad, his massive cock in only a few inches from my face. "Oh shit." I said, dumbstruck. "Hey Mr. Wells" {and yes, his name has been changed for obvious reasons}. We both stood there (or rather, I sat there on my knees), staring at each other. I was both alarmed, and incredibly aroused. He looked like a ghost, his cock deflating quickly. "You should go," he said. "and you can't ever tell Jason and Chase about this." I nodded, and got up to find my things. "Don't worry, I won't." I said. I could feel him let out a sigh of relief on hearing those words. I bent over to pick up my clothes from the floor, and felt his gaze on me, checking out my pink hole as I bent over.

"You do have a great ass," he said.

"Thanks!" I said coyly. "It does okay at the bars."

"Ha!" he laughed, "I'm sure more than okay."

"Yeah, it does me good, but the campus boys aren't packing heat like you are," I said, nodding toward his thick cock hanging between his legs. "Not gonna lie, I've dreamt about what that tastes like for years."

"What?"

"Yeah," I said. "Ever since I saw you masturbating one night after Jason and I went to bed. You'd left the door open accidentally and I peeked in when I was coming back from the bathroom."

"When was that?"

"A few years ago. Back when Chase had his school trip. Vanessa went to be one of the chaperones and I came to hang for a couple of nights."

"And you liked what you saw?"

"Hell ya! I've busted so many loads to you over the years."

I saw that Scott's cock had started to get a little thicker again. It moved slowly as the blood filled it. I could feel his eyes on me. All of me. I was still pretty hard, and bounced my cock a bit by flexing my pelvis muscles.

"What exactly did you see?" he asked.

"I saw you laying there, your cock lubed, stroking slow, watching something on TV. You slowly jerked yourself and then got faster and faster. I remember being so jealous of Jason's mom that night - that she got to get fucked by that thick cock all the time."

His cock was swelling more, getting thicker, and harder. He tugged on it absentmindedly. I kept going.

"And then I saw you cum. Hard. All over yourself. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen."

He stood there. Staring at me. Fully hard now. God he was massive. He stroked himself once. You could cut the tension with a butter knife it was so thick.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked, cautiously. Hopefully.

"Yes", I nodded.

"Is this what you want?" he said, stroking himself a bit more. I nodded more vigorously. "Then come here."

I walked over, and got down on my knees again in front of Scott. "Open your mouth", he instructed. I obeyed. He took his thick, meaty cock, and smacked it on my tongue. I grabbed his cock, and went to town. It didn't take long for him to start to moan like crazy. My oral skills are pretty fucking good if I say so myself, and I don't think Scott was used to anyone being able to handle his meat with such skill. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, toyed with his head with my tongue, and sucked and sucked and sucked. After blowing him for a bit, I took his cock out of my mouth and tongued his balls, and that sent him over the edge. He moaned and groaned and really seemed to enjoy that. That was, until I started to deepthroat him. Now, to be fair, the man is huge, so even with my superb skills, there was no way I was going to swallow the whole thing, but boy did I try. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, getting most of the way down his shaft, and then when I couldn't breath anymore, popped off, my eyes watering. "Holy fuck!" he said. "You are a fantastic cocksucker. Vanessa could never do that and my girlfriend can't even get close. Again." I needed no encouraging, and again swallowed as much of him as I could. He grabbed the back of my skull and started to face fuck me. I tried as best as I could but he was so big, I gagged a little. He let me come up for air, more tears in my eyes.

"You'd better stop," he said. "I don't want to cum yet, and you've got me close twice now." He got up, and beckoned me to follow him. I followed him upstairs, to this modified office/tv room, and he told me to get onto this ottoman thing so he could eat me out some more. I diligently obeyed. Fuck that man was good with his tongue. It felt so good.

"God, I wanna fuck you." He said after a while, coming up for air.

"Please sir," I almost begged.

"Yeah? You want me to stretch you out?"

"Yes sir. I want it so bad."

He went to the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of lube. He squirted a generous dollop onto his hand and slowly lubed his cock up, looking at me hungrily. He slowly inserted his fingers in me, one by one, and lubed up my hole. After some finger fucking I was ready, or at least I thought I was.

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Silence. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

Both Scott and I looked over at his phone on the nearby side table. It was vibrating as it rang. Scott looked at me, then back at the phone, clearly conflicted.

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

Then then ringing stopped. Scott looked relieved, and started to insert the head of his cock into me. He'd barely started to get it inserted when, Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Again. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

"Fuck", he cursed. "It's my girlfriend."

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz

"Go on, answer it," I said. "I'm not going anywhere."

Scott reached over grabbed his phone, and then answered it. "Hey!" I could hear a faint "Hey baby," from the other end of the line. Scott held up his finger for the universal sign of "I'll just be one minute", and then turned back to the phone. His slick cock was swinging in the wind, and from the looks of it, had started to leak a little pre-cum.

I needed him inside me and I needed it now. Scott was standing near this recliner chair, and I motioned for him to sit down in it. He did, legs spread wide, and cock pointing straight in the air. He continued to talk to his girlfriend, trying to get her off the phone but she wasn't taking the hint. I crawled between his legs, grabbed some lube, and reapplied it to his cock. It quivered at my touch, throbbing a little. I stroked him slowly, using both hands because he was so big. He put a finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet, and leaned back slightly to enjoy my edging.

I'd had enough of waiting. I got up, leaned over, and whispered in his ear. "Put it on speaker." He looked at me puzzled, and then did. The sound of his girlfriend's high pitched voice blared from the little speaker on his phone.

“What are you up to?”, she quizzed.

“Just watching some highlights from the game.”

“Did your team win?”

“No, they didn’t play this weekend.”

Some girlfriend, I thought. I stood in front of him, taking in his naked body. His arms were well defined, muscular, the kind that comes from real use as an athlete and not just from doing bicep curls. His pecs were so solid, and his abs. Fuck. I wanted him. I lubed myself up a bit more, applied a little extra to the head of his cock, and then climbed on top of him. I grabbed his shaft and positioned my tight jock hole right above it, and then slowly started to lower myself onto his manhood. I had to go slow, both because Scott was so huge, but also because I didn't want to make any noise. As I climbed on top of him Scott gave me this coy look of "oh you are a naughty little slut, aren't you?" As he started to enter me, his voice caught a little, feeling my tightness engulf him.

"Ugh," he groanned uncontrollably.

"What's that baby?", she asked.

"Nothing," he managed to spit out. "What were you saying?"

I lowered myself a little further, feeling him stretch me out more and more. I was in fucking heaven, I felt so full and I was only halfway down his shaft. My hole was slowly adjusting to his cock, slowly stretching itself to accommodate his girth.

"I was asking if you were all packed for your trip?". The interrogation continued.

Scott looked at me hungrily. It was clearly taking all of his willpower to keep the conversation going.

"Almost. Just need to finish some laundry and packing a few things." I slipped down further. "What are you up to?"

I could tell he was trying to keep her talking so that he didn't have to. Apparently she had gone out for some drinks with some of her girlfriends and was now home by herself, a little tipsy, and it seemed, more than a little horny.

"I was all wet for you at the bar," she cooed.

"Oh yeah?" He replied, looking right at me, right in my eyes.

"Yeah baby. I kept thinking about having your tongue in my slit."

"Fuck that's hot," he said, his comment directed at me, but she didn't know that. He grabbed me by the hips and started to slowly pull me down onto him, the rest of the way. "You like that?" he gasped, breathily. It was all I could do not to moan out in pain and pleasure, I literally bit into my fist to keep quiet. Scott was now fully sheathed in me, and my body twitched from all the stimulation all of a sudden. My hole spasmed slightly around his cock, and my eyes rolled back in my skull.

She clearly didn't realize what was going on. "Yeah baby, I want you to eat my pussy and then I wanna give you the best blowjob ever."

"Fuckkkkk" Scott moaned, but not because of what she was saying. He was barely listening at this point as I started to rock myself back and forth, fucking myself with his thick monster. He slowly slid in and out as I rode him, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn't get over how good he felt inside of me, how good it felt to feel him after all these years of craving.

"Yeah baby. I want you." She was trying to be all sexy and slutty, but it was comical given that he was buried deep in me and I was edging him with my ass. Good thing I did legs today.

"Do you want me to come over?" she asked. Scott and I both stopped in our tracks, alarmed looks on our faces. Scott was mid stroke and his cock was almost out all the way out of my ass. He shook his head and said "Not tonight baby. I have to be up early and I still have so much to do ... before I go." His sentences stunted slightly as I slid all the way back down onto his cock so that his full length was buried deep inside me.

"But baby..." she whined. "I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me before you go." I tighted my hole around his cock and rode him a bit more aggressively, as if to say "don't you fucking dare".

"Not tonight... baby." he struggled to get out. "I promise I'll... FUCK... you.... fuck you good, when I'm back." He was at his wits end now, I could tell. I'd edged him and teased him enough, and he was barely hanging on and keeping his composure. I mean, the man could barely put a full sentence together.

"Fine," she pouted. "Text me when you get there. Night." The line went dead.

"FUCKKKKK" Scott moaned as soon as she hung up. He grabbed both of my hips and slammed me down onto his cock. My head snapped back as I let out this gutteral grunt as Scott's cock thrust itself into my intestines. "You're gonna get it now, you little shit." he grunted, thrusting up into me twice more. "You want this dad cock? Take my fucking cock! Ughhhhhhh!"

Again he slammed into me, rocking my world. It was all I could do not to topple over, as he jackhammered up into me holding me by the waist and pulling me down into him over and over again. At this point I was moaning and groaning like a crazy person, completely unintelligible. Then he sorta pushed me off him, as I kinda tumbled towards the floor. He grabbed me to stabilize me, bent me over, and slid back into me. My head snapped back, buggeyed, after being filled again after a brief moment of reprieve. Fuck he was deep. He pounded into me, HARD. I was a rag doll at this point, barely able to keep my balance as I was impaled over and over again by my friend's dad. He pushed me forward toward the nearby pool table. "Lay back" he ordered.

I laid back onto the table, my ass hanging off the edge. Scott picked up my legs and spread them, smacking my hole with his cock. Without warning he slid back in, all the way in, deep. I'm sure if you looked, you'd have seen my abdomen expand as his cock rearranged my insides. He slowed down his thrusting now, at least marginally, but was using long and very deep strokes. He grabbed my cock and stroked it... "Yeah? Is this what you wanted? All those years sleeping over under my roof?" My body was losing its mind. I couldn't think straight. I was consumed with just taking his cock, surviving the fucking of my life, lost in the pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore, it felt too good, and his hand on my sensitive cock was too much. My body spasmed, and I let out a gutteral moan as I came, cum flying everywhere. As I came, I could feel everything in my body lock down, including my ass. "Fuck yea!" Scott yelled as he thrust deep into me over and over, speeding up his strokes, hammering my ass. The slapping of his hips against my ass got louder and louder as he fucked harder and harder into me. He was close, my orgasm had sent him into this animalistic need to cum. Two more strokes, and his incredible body tightened, and he pulled my hips all the way into him, emptying his balls into my abused ass. "FUCKKKKK" he roared as his hot cum flooded my insides, filling me. Scott practically collapsed onto me, rolling slightly to the side and then eventually landing on the nearby ottoman.

"Holy fuck you have a nice ass," he gasped. "That was incredible."

"You're telling me", I said, trying to get off the pool table but struggling on unsteady legs.

Scott came over to kiss me, grabbing me by the ass as he did. He slipped a digit in my hole, letting his hot load leak out a little bit. He helped me tidy up, find my clothes, and we small talked for a bit. He was a little awkward in the post-nut clarity, and again asked that I not mention any of this to his sons. I promised I wouldn't, but told him that next time I'm in town I'd like for a repeat. He agreed, and again complimented my ass and my ability to take his cock. We swapped numbers, and I headed home. I kept his load in me all night, even though I could at some point when I first got back and was chatting with my parents, could feel some of it leak out and start running down my leg.

I didn't see Scott for a few years after that. We sexted every once in a while, but I ended up dating someone for a while and didn't go home for thanksgiving for a couple of years. It wasn't until Jason's bachelor party that I saw Scott next, but that's a story for another time.