From Straight Dad to BBC-Addicted Bottom: How My Son's Friend Broke Me Part 3

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Last Tuesday I wrapped up work a bit early, around 3:50 pm. The day had been pretty chill, nothing crazy, so I was in a good mood and already daydreaming about getting home, maybe sneaking into Gwen's drawer for one of her thongs before Andy or her got back. I love that little secret thrill; slipping one on, feeling it dig in while I pretend everything's normal. Anyway, my phone buzzed on my desk. Unknown number. The message was just “hey bitch”.

My stomach flipped. I knew it was Carter the second I saw it. That short, cocky way he types, no caps, no emoji, just straight ownership. I still played it a little dumb though, texted back “hey?” to see what he would do. My heart was already pounding hard.

A few minutes later, a pic. His bulge! Thick, heavy, pushing against those thin shorts he always wears like it's trying to break free. The outline was so clear I could almost see the veins through the fabric. Nothing fancy in the background, just the shorts stretched tight around that monster. I was sitting at my desk and the second I opened it my bootyhole twitched so hard I almost gasped out loud. I was already wearing a thong under my work pants that day (red one, super tight, riding up every time I shifted in my chair), and looking at that pic made everything clench even tighter. I got instantly hard, leaking a little, hole pulsing around the string like it was begging. I quickly hid my screen, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then got up and walked straight to the bathroom stall like I was on a mission. Locked the door, sat down, and just stared at the pic again. My dick was throbbing, thong soaked, ass clenching over and over.

I couldn't focus on anything else. My brain was just repeating “he's texting me at work, he's thinking about me right now”. So I did the dumbest, horniest thing I could think of—I texted him back asking if he wanted to meet me at the house around 4:15. He replied almost right away: “yeah bet”.

I rushed home as fast as I could without speeding tickets. The whole drive my mind was racing,picturing him waiting, that bulge, what he might do when I walked in. I got there, heart slamming against my ribs, thong tugging with every step up the driveway. Opened the door and he was already inside, lounging on the couch like he owned the place, SportsCenter on low, one of my beers in his hand, my pack of Oreos open on the table next to him. He looked up and just smirked. That was it. No hello, no small talk. We both knew why he was there.

We went straight upstairs. My room. Door closed. I dropped to my knees between his legs while he sat on the edge of the bed, the same bed Gwen and I sleep in every single night. I pulled his shorts down and that monster sprang out, already half-hard, veins thick and pronounced. I wrapped my lips around it and went to work. Deep, sloppy, throat relaxing more than it ever has before. I was completely lost in it, tongue swirling, hands stroking what I couldn't fit, moaning around him like it was the only thing that mattered. He groaned deep, pulled out, and unloaded. The first thick burst hit right between my nose and upper lip, then ropes across my cheeks, my lips, my chin, dripping heavy and warm. I took it all, eyes closed, letting it glaze my face while I licked the head clean, tasting every drop.

He lied back on the bed, still half-hard, that monster glistening from my spit and his cum. Less than 30 seconds later it was rock-solid again. I flipped over fastass up, face down on the sheets that still smell like Gwen’s shampoo. Cheeks spread, thong yanked to the side. He moved in beside me and pressed one thick finger right to my hole. I gasped, loud and needy. Then his middle finger slid in slow, stretching me, curling just right to make me whimper. It was a rush like nothing before. He added a second finger, scissoring, pushing deeper, opening me up. That’s when it really hit me, he was prepping me to take the whole thing.

He stopped me mid-suck and said “stay like that, don’t move”. I screamed low into the pillow because I couldn’t risk waking the house. He didn’t get it all in at first. Just the tip popped past my ring. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I grabbed a pillow, shoved it under my belly, and hugged it tight because I knew I wasn’t fully ready but I needed it so bad.

Then he started sliding in, inch by thick, veiny inch. Stopping every few seconds to slap my ass hard, watching it jiggle, growling “this ass waving for daddy huh?” My eyes rolled back. The burn was intense at first my hole felt like it was tearing apart, fighting the stretch, but he kept forcing it in. I stopped asking him to go easy. I stopped saying “that’s enough”. I just made peace with it and surrendered completely. The second I let go, everything changed. I was on all fours, ass arched high for this god to use. Weak. Moaning. Devoted. Right where I belonged.

His balls started smacking mine aggressively. His big hands rushed down my back, slapping my ass harder, saying things like “damn!” and “mmm fat booty” while he busted my bussy open. “Take this dick” while he shoved my head down into the bed. I edged so hard I couldn’t hold it anymore. I spurted out a nut moaning loud into the pillow, shaking all over, ass clapping around him. He noticed, spread my cheeks wider, and went even deeper. Turned me into a gaping cumbucket ready to be filled.

He groaned loud, his grin got bigger, and then he emptied deep inside me. No condom. Raw. Thick, hot ropes flooding my ass while I lay there breathless, hole wet and open, feeling the fresh air hit deep where he just claimed me.

He pulled out, walked to the bathroom, cleaned that gigantic chocolate bar like it was nothing. Came back to the bedside table, grabbed some water. His dick was still hanging heavy, half-hard, veins pronounced, owning the whole room. I crawled to him on my belly, still leaking, looked up and said “daddy you missed a spot”. I put his balls in my mouth and cleaned them slow, tasting everything left. He stood there grinning, heavy dick resting over my face, enjoying the view of me worshipping him. Then he gave me one hell of a slap across the cheek—stinging and owning—before he zipped up and said “your wife's coming soon, clean up and wear one of her thongs under your pants before getting down.”

I did exactly what he said. Slipped on Gwen’s burgundy thong, its a new one I bought her last weekend, the one she wore the night before. It was tight as hell. Dug right into my sore, gaped hole, pressing against all that sensitive skin while his cum leaked into the fabric with every step. I went downstairs. Carter was on the couch, SportsCenter on, beer in hand, my pack of Oreos next to him. He stared me down as I walked by to grab one. Intense. Predatory.

I'm still sore. Walking funny. Managing in front of them. Thong soaked. Hole tender. His nut still inside me. And I adore it, buzzing. Owned. Bred. His.