I’m a divorced dad in my mid-fifties. My only child is a college student who comes home most weekends. A friend of his is staying the weekend with him. None of that was unusual—Brad came home most weekends to hang out with his girlfriend, and his buddies would often come along.

It was late Friday night when I saw his headlights coming up the driveway. I’d been a bachelor for a few years. I was sitting on the couch in just my boxer briefs and a T-shirt, with a few empty beer bottles in front of me and some terrible action movie playing on the TV. He walked in with his buddy—clearly a young gay man. I was immediately taken aback by how cute he was. I snapped out of it.

“Hey, Dad,” Brad yelled over the loud movie.

"Hey, kid," I said to Brad.

I paused it, stood up, and introduced myself to his buddy. “Hi, I’m Trevor, Brad’s dad.”

“Hi, I’m Luis,” he said with a very cute smile.

I blushed a little and headed back to the couch. They hung out for a little bit, then decided to head to bed. Brad went to his room, and Luis slept in the spare bedroom I had set up.

Maybe thirty minutes later, his door opened. He was wearing tight black briefs and a small T-shirt. He walked into the hallway.

“Hey, Mr. C,” he said in a sexy voice.

“What’s going on, dude?” I asked.

“Can you show me where the glasses are? I’m thirsty.”

“Yeah, this way.”

We walked into the kitchen. He leaned over the counter, showing off his perfect, tight, tan ass. I handed him a cup.

“So you and my son… you guys aren’t dating?”

“Lol, no. He’s a great guy, but we’re just friends.”

“Ohh, okay. I just thought… umm, you know, guys experiment in college,” I said, my cheeks going red.

“Ohh, really?” he said, responding to me. “Did you?”

“Did I what?” I asked.

“Did you experiment in college?”

“Never went. The army was the life I chose.”

“Ohh, okay. Well, Brad isn’t really my type anyway,” he said, looking me up and down.

“What’s your type?” I asked.

With the most evil grin I had ever seen, he said, “I like an older man.” Luis stepped closer. “That salt-and-pepper beard always makes me weak in the knees.” He gently played with my beard.

My dick was definitely waking up.

He turned around with his cup of water and walked away. His underwear was riding up, and his thick ass looked so fucking sexy.

I turned the TV off and went to bed. The second the door closed behind me, I shoved my boxer briefs down and pulled my cock out. It was already half-hard and getting harder fast. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking slowly while the image of Luis burned behind my eyes.

I pictured him still standing in that hallway in those tight black briefs, the fabric stretched over the curve of his ass. In my mind I walked up behind him, slid my hands under the waistband, and peeled them down. His perfect, hairless cheeks came into view, and I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet. I spread him open and buried my face between them, tongue flat and greedy, licking over his tight little hole. I imagined the soft, surprised moan he’d make as I pushed the tip of my tongue inside him, tasting him, working him open while he braced himself against the wall.

Then I flipped the fantasy. I had him on all fours on my bed, face down in the pillows, ass pushed high. I lined my fat cock up against that slick, spit-shiny hole and pushed in slow, watching every inch disappear into him. He was so tight it almost hurt. I pictured the way his back would arch, the way he’d gasp “Daddy” when I bottomed out. I started fucking him hard—deep, punishing strokes that made his ass ripple every time my hips slapped against it. In the fantasy, I reached under him, grabbed his cock, and stroked him in time with my thrusts while I whispered filthy things against the back of his neck.

My hand was flying on my cock now. Pre-cum slicked the head, and I used it to make every stroke wetter, tighter. I imagined pulling out just long enough to flip him onto his back, throw his legs over my shoulders, and sink back into that perfect nineteen-year-old ass. I saw his face—mouth open, eyes glassy, that evil little grin gone and replaced with pure need—while I pounded him until the bed frame slammed the wall. I came hard, shooting thick ropes across my stomach and chest, the fantasy still playing as the last pulses left me.

The second the orgasm faded, clarity hit. What the fuck, dude? You’re not gay. Why am I thinking about fucking this guy? It didn’t make sense. I cleaned up and fell asleep.

The next day I had some work to do around the house. They ran off doing whatever, and my son’s car finally strolled in around 1 a.m.—just Luis walking in.

“Hey, where’s Brad?”

“With Janet tonight.”

Ohh shit, I thought to myself.

He walked over. “May I join you?” Luis asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I said nervously.

“Great. I’m gonna change and get more comfortable.”

“Sounds great. I’m always comfortable,” I said with a nervous laugh.

He looked back and gave me a wink. Ohh shit, what am I doing? I thought, but fuck—I really wanted to fuck this man. I didn’t know why, but he was so sexy.

He walked out moments later wearing panties and a tank top. “That’s better,” he said as he walked toward me. Not a hair on his body.

“Holy shit, Luis,” I said as I stared at him.

“What? Is something wrong, Mr. C?”

“No, Luis. Nothing. Come have a seat.”

I grabbed my beer and took a big drink. The movie had only been on for about thirty seconds.

“Have you ever been with a guy?” Luis asked.

“No. Never,” I replied.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“I mean… I would be lying if I said no.”

“Ohh, really?” he said with a big smile. “When was the last time?”

My cheeks were on fire. “Umm… I don’t know.”

“Come on. I’ll tell you the last time I thought about another guy.”

“Yeah? When?” I asked, cheeks still burning.

“Last night. In that bed.”

“Yeah? Who?”

Luis moved to his knees on the couch, facing me as I sat at an angle. His hands moved to my thighs. “I was thinking about you.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. So who were you thinking about?” His hands slowly moved up my thighs.

My head was spinning. My cock was rock-fucking-hard.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Come on, Mr. C. I think you do.”

“It… it was… umm… it was you.”

“Well, what are we gonna do about this?” Luis asked.

I leaned forward, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him in. We kissed. He crawled onto my lap as we made out, tongues wrestling. My hand moved down to his ass, pulling him against my crotch. His arms wrapped around my neck. We ground against each other, tongues exploring, moans filling the house.

He broke the kiss, ripped my shirt off, and moved his lips down my neck to my chest. He dropped to his knees. I spread my legs as he pulled my black boxer briefs down and freed my hard cock. He stroked it a few times, then wrapped his lips around it.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned.

His head bobbed up and down on my fat cock. “Ohhh yes, baby.”

He took me deep into his throat. “Ohhhh yes, just like that,” I encouraged him.

I ran my fingers through his hair and started gently fucking his mouth. He let go and gave me full control while he stroked himself. I shoved my eight-inch cock deep down his throat, testing his gag reflex. He handled it like a seasoned pro, taking all of it, spit running down his chin. I pulled out and leaned down to kiss him.

“Bend over the couch,” I said in a demanding tone.

“Yes, sir,” he said excitedly.

He bent over the arm of the couch, one leg up on the cushion, and wiggled his ass for me. I smacked it.

“I love that, Daddy. Do it again.”

“Ohh yeah? Have you been a bad boy?” I asked jokingly.

“The baddest,” he said with a giggle.

I smacked his ass hard. “Well, I’ll have to punish you.”

I yanked his panties down and tossed them aside. I spread his cheeks. His cute, hairless hole was calling to me. I dove in, eating his ass, shoving my tongue deep into his tight hole.

“Mmmm, yes,” he moaned loudly as I ate him out.

I reached up, grabbed his dick—the first dick other than my own I had ever touched—and started stroking it. “You taste so good,” I moaned without taking my face away from his ass.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” he asked.

“Oh my God, yes.”

“Perfect.”

He turned around, grabbed my hand, and walked me to the spare room. He pulled out a bottle of lube and rubbed it all over my cock. “Mmmm,” I moaned.

He lay on his back and started rubbing it into his hole. “I’m ready,” he said.

I stepped forward, rubbed my cock against his entrance, and pressed in slowly. His hole started opening up for me. He was so tight and hot.

“Mmmm, fuck, Daddy—yes!” he yelled as my cock stretched him out.

I pressed deeper and deeper until I was all the way in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Mmmm, you’re just too fucking big, Daddy. Please be gentle.”

I pulled back slowly and pressed in deeper. He wrapped a hand around his cock, feet resting against my chest. I pressed all the way in again, then started fucking him faster, using his legs as leverage, bouncing my fat cock into his ass. He grabbed my hand and started sucking on my thumb as I pounded his tight hole.

“Fuck, this feels so fucking good,” I said.

“Mmmm, yes, flip me over.”

I flipped him. He pushed his cock down so it pointed toward the floor. I shoved back into his ass and started pounding again.

“Spank me, Daddy, spank me,” he begged.

I smacked his ass.

“Harder, please—harder.”

I did as requested, leaving a big red handprint on his right cheek. It was so hot watching his perfect ass jiggle as I spanked him. I did it one more time, this time just for me.

“Yes—yes!” he yelled as my cock filled him.

“Oh my God, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Oh my God—cum inside me, please,” he begged.

It didn’t take much more convincing. Seconds later I was exploding inside him, my cum leaking out almost immediately. “Uhhh—uhhh—ohhh shit—”

“Yes, yes—give it all to me.”

He reached down and stroked his cock as my cum leaked all over him, my cock still buried deep. “Spank me again, please.”

I did as he asked—spanked him again and again, harder every time.

“Ohhh my God, I’m cumming—”

His body tightened, and he shot all over the comforter. I pulled out of his ass.

“Wow. That was so fucking good.”

He rolled over. “Yeah… it really was.”

“Do you wanna sleep with me tonight?” I asked.