Arcade Surprise - Chapter 2 (m/m)
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On Friday Danielle and Dylan arrived at my house in time for dinner. I got my usual hug and kiss from Danielle. Dylan said, "hi" and shook my hand but avoided looking me in the eye. This was unusual for him, he was always warm towards me and looked right into my eyes when we talked.
I tried to act like nothing was going on and chatted with them both as I prepared dinner and we sat at the table to eat. Danielle chatted about her week and Dylan talked about his too, but the eye contact was missing. That bothered me because I enjoy our relationship and don't want it to change for the worse because of our encounter the night before.
After dinner the "kids" went off to Danielle's room like usual and I watched TV in the den until I fell asleep. I was woken at 1am by the sound of a squeaking bed frame and the muffled sounds of orgasms a few minutes later.
"Well, at least he can still perform with her!" I thought to myself as I readied for bed.
The rest of the weekend went pretty much the same, my contact with Dylan always seemed a little strained. Although by Sunday when they left, he seemed a bit better. At least he looked me in the eye for a second before glancing away.
I struggled during the week, trying to come up with a way to address the tension. For me to bring it up meant that I would have to admit that I knew that he had been in the other booth. I wasn't sure that I should do that if he was trying to forget about it.
I was still mulling it over on when the doorbell rang on Thursday evening shortly before dinner. I opened the door to find Dylan standing on the veranda, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with his backpack over his shoulder. I knew that he would have just completed a soccer practice. His wet hair proved that he had showered not long before arriving at my door.
"Can I come in?" Dylan asked.
"Of course, but you know that Danielle isn't here, right?" I asked as I stood aside to let him in.
"I know, I came to talk with you," Dylan replied.
We walked into the den, I sat in a chair and he sat on the sofa. "What's up Dylan?" I asked with my eyebrows slightly raised. I was curious why he was here alone. He never came alone.
"Something happened Mr. Smith, something I need to talk with you about," Dylan said, this time looking me in the eye.
"Of course, Dylan, and what's with the `Mr. Smith'? You've called me Mike since you were 15!" I replied.
"Sorry, Mike, I am nervous and not thinking too straight I guess," he said.
"Don't be nervous, it's me Dylan, we have known each other a long time," I said in a comforting tone of voice. "Now what is bothering you?"
"There is something about me that you should know about," Dylan said with some hesitation.
"What's that?" I asked, prompting him to continue.
"Mike, I am bisexual," Dylan blurted out.
I took that admission in and considered my response. Do I act shocked? I decided to play it cool. I hesitated a moment or two then said, "Really? Does Danielle know?"
"Yes, sir, and she knows. She has known since we were 15," Dylan replied.
Now he had me off balance. I had no idea he might be bi before last Thursday, but Danielle knew, and she had been his girlfriend for 4 years!
"Danielle knows?" I repeated, trying to process that fact.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
"Stop with the `sir' stuff, Dylan, jeez!" I laughed.
Yes, Mike," Dylan said while trying to force a smile.
"Danielle knows, and she is ok with it?" I asked him.
"Yes, I told her soon after we first started seeing each other, before things got, um, intimate. I felt that she needed to know that right up front!" Dylan assured me.
"So why are you telling me now?" I asked him, thinking that I knew the answer already, but wanted to hear what he was going to say.
"Something happened this week and now I feel like I need to tell you that I am bi," Dylan told me with a scared look on his face.
I couldn't make him tell me, I liked the guy, I needed to put him out of his misery.
"You mean the arcade?" I asked.
His expression changed immediately. It went from a worried, nervous look, to one of relief. I wasn't going to make him spill his other secret. I already knew it.
"You knew it was me?" he asked me.
"Yes, I peeked and saw you in the next booth just after you came in," I told him.
"You saw me with the other guy?" he asked.
"Yes, and frankly it was very arousing!" I told him.
"So, you knew it was me when I put it though the hole into your booth?" Dylan asked with a bit of a grin forming on his lips.
"Yes, Dylan, I knew it was you," I confirmed.
"And you sucked me anyway?" he further questioned me with a bit of a glint in his eyes. He was liking what he was hearing.
"Yes, and I enjoyed it," I confessed.
He let out a long breath of air in a sound of relief.
"I liked it too!" he exclaimed. "All of it!"
"You liked it when I sucked you?" I asked him, "Even after you knew who did it?"
"You suck cock better than anyone I know, even Danielle!" Dylan exclaimed.
"Now there's an image I didn't need!" I exclaimed I return. "Besides, we know that guys suck better than girls any day!" I added, causing him to chuckle.
"Now that is so true!" Dylan replied as he laughed with me.
"And Mike, I liked sucking you too," Dylan confessed. "I know it's fucked up, I mean you are Danielle's dad, but I liked it. A lot."
I told Dylan that I don't recall anyone sucking me better that he did. Then he asked me how long I had known that I was bi. I told him about my best-friend growing up and how we had enjoyed each other's company over our teen years. Then I asked him how long he had known about himself.
"I knew when I was 14 and I first masturbated with my best friend. It kinda took off after that and now we do pretty much anything that you can think of." Dylan told me.
"Your best friend, you mean Adam? The former high school quarterback?" I asked with what I am sure was a surprised look on my face.
"Yeah Adam, you know Adam..." Dylan confirmed.
I knew Adam alright. He had been in my house many times with Danielle and Dylan. Now I was finding out that the two teens were sexually involved with each other and had been so since they were 14!
"And Danielle knows and is cool with that?" I had to ask again. I was so surprised that Danielle was cool with a relationship like that.
"Yeah, she knows, and she is cool with it," he assured me. Then he went on, "What she doesn't know about is the arcade..."
"Ah, so that's why you are telling me!" I exclaimed, "You're afraid that I will tell her!"
"No, that's not it," Dylan explained. "I am pretty sure that you aren't going to tell. I mean she doesn't know that you go there either, right?"
"That's right," I agreed, "In this case what she doesn't know won't hurt her and she doesn't need to know!"
Dylan nodded in agreement, so I asked, "So why tell me then?"
"Because I liked it and want to do it with you again!" he exclaimed. "If I don't tell you, I don't know if it will ever happen again!"
"Oh Dylan," I murmured. I was touched and horny all at the same time.
"I have never been sucked by anyone as good as you! Never!" he exclaimed, "I want that again and again!"
He stood up as he was talking, and I could see that he had an erection causing a large tent in his sweatpants.
"When do you have to be home?" I asked him.
"Whenever, my parents are in NYC until Sunday night," he replied as the bulge in his pants got larger.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Thinking with the small head, I guess!
"Then you had better take those pants off and step over here!" I urged.
That was an offer that Dylan couldn't refuse. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of his pants and boxers, then pushed them both to the floor and kicked them off. He walked towards me with his erection pointing towards to ceiling, bobbing up and down and wagging back and forth as he moved.
I grasped his butt cheeks in my hands for the first time ever, feeling their firmness as I pulled him closer to me and took his cock into my mouth. I felt the heat of his blood-engorged sex organ fill my mouth and touch the back of my throat. I fought the gag reflex to take his cock so deep that his pubes were brushing my nose.
"Oh Mike, yesssss!" Dylan moaned as I began to suck his cock for him. I held his ass firmly in my hands as I worked his cock with my mouth. My head bobbing up and down as I savored the taste of his hot flesh.
Dylan fucked my mouth with his cock while gripping my head in his hands. His balls bounced off my chin as he drove his cock in and out of my face. As he kept humping my mouth with his cock, I slid a hand between his legs to gently finger his asshole. He parted his legs slightly wider to give me more access, so I worked a finger inside his hole.
He started gasping and moaning loudly, I knew I was going to taste his white-gold soon. I was rewarded within seconds as he thrust his hips forward, held my face in his hands and cried out as his cum started spraying into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck Mike! Oh fuck! Oh gawddddd!!" he cried as he bathed my tonsils with his jizz.
I felt his juice spurting onto my tongue and I savored it before swallowing it all. His cock slowly deflated in my mouth, then slipped out, dragging some of his cum across my chin.
"Oh, fuck Mike, you are the best!" Dylan exclaimed. "I really mean it, you suck my cock better than anyone ever!"
As Dylan sat naked on the sofa catching his breath, he looked over at me sitting fully clothed in my chair. "Take your clothes off, Mike!" he told me. "It's your turn next!"
I quickly stripped down, tossing my clothes on the floor beside the chair. My cock was as hard as a rock as I stood in front of a kneeling Dylan. Oh my god, I thought, I am about to get sucked by my daughter's boyfriend again!
Dylan leaned forward to lick my balls while he held my hardon to the side to give himself better access. He tongued my sack making it wet with his saliva, then he ran his lips up and down my cock shaft before sucking the head into his mouth.
His head moved up and down as he greedily sucked my hard flesh. His hands were running all over my ass as he slurped on my knob.
He paused a moment to ask, "Do you get tested?" I assured him that I get regularly tested and he said that he did too.
"Why?" asked.
"Sit on the sofa," he instructed me as he fumbled in his backpack before pulling out a tube of lube.
"I want you to fuck me," Dylan told me as he squirted some lube onto my cock, then spread it around with his fingers.
"Dylan, are you sure?" I asked, amazed that he want me to fuck him so soon, let alone ever. I mean I am old enough to be his father, right? And I am his girl friend's father!
"Mike," he said, "I have wanted you to fuck me since I was 16 years old! I have wanted to be this close to you for a long time!"
"Oh god Dylan, I want to fuck you so badly!" I confessed, "I want you so much!"
Dylan straddled my body as I sat on the sofa. He lowered his ass down until it contacted the head of my cock, paused a moment, then let the head enter his ass as I held my cock in place.
"Ohhhhh," Dylan moaned as he felt the head push inside. "Ohhhh godddddd," he groaned as he lowered his ass until I was balls-deep inside him.
I held his ass as he got used to the feel of my rod inside him. Then he started to lift and drop his body onto my bone, slowly fucking himself on it. He wrapped his arms around me as he bounced up and down faster. His cock became fully hard again and rubbed on my stomach and chest as he rode my cock.
I ran my hands over his body as I felt the heat of his body around my cock. Our bodies thumped together as he sank into my lap with every bounce. Then he lowered his head and planted his lips against mine. We kissed madly, his tongue was in my mouth as we fucked.
He rode my cock hard as we mated. I sucked his tongue as my cock was stuffed repeatedly deep inside his hole. I could feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned him.
"Cum inside me!" Dylan gasped, "I want your cum, I want to be yours, breed my ass daddy!" he cried out.
"Oh, fuck son!" I cried out loudly as my load rose from my balls and exploded inside his ass. "Ohhh fuckkkk Dylannnn!!" I shouted as my cock throbbed and fired shot after shot of cum inside him.
Dylan kept riding my cock as it blasted jizz inside him. The feeling of my cock in his ass and cum leaking out of it caused him to blow his own load all over my stomach and chest. He held me so tight as his orgasm shook his body.
When we had both emptied our balls he stayed on my lap until my cock slipped out of his hole. My cum dribbled from his ass onto the sofa. I was glad that I had a throw blanket covering the seat as the liquid dripped onto it!
Dylan kissed me and lay his head against my shoulder. "I-I, love you Mike," he told me as I held him.
"I love you too, Dylan," I told him before kissing him again.
He sighed, and I asked him what that was for. "I guess things are complicated now," he said.
"Yes, I suppose they are," I agreed. "But I am sure we can work things out. I mean you still love Danielle, right? So, I will just take a backseat and let you both enjoy your relationship. We can try to pretend this never happened, I guess."
"Uh, Mike," Dylan said, "that's not what I meant. I loved you before I told you that I did, and I love Danielle the same as before. That's not going to change!"
"So, then what is complicated, Dylan?" I asked as I looked into his eyes.
He smiled at me and said, "I won't know what bed to sleep in when I stay here!"
We both had a good laugh before he got up and reached for his underwear. He turned to me and said, "Next time I get to fuck you, right? I mean please! I mean if you want? Um..."
"I was counting on it!" I told him, "I am as versatile as hell!"
"Me too!" Dylan said as he pulled his shirt back on.
"Do you have somewhere to be for dinner?" I asked him.
"No, I was going to go to a drive-thru," he told me as we stood in the den, him in his underwear and t-shirt, me stark naked.
"Well, you could have dinner here with me," I offered. "We might need to have a shower before we eat, I think we are both a bit sticky!"
Dylan nodded and took his clothes off again. "Maybe we could shower together?" he suggested. "And can we stay naked while we eat? It's kinda a fantasy of mine to be naked all the time!"
I assured him that we could stay naked while we made dinner and ate. He let me walk ahead of him up the stairs to the bathroom.
"Um, Mike?" Dylan asked, "Do you supposed I could maybe fuck you after dinner? That's a nice ass you're showing me there!"
I laughed at him and told him that we could discuss it over our food!
Thanks for reading my story. In the next chapter we will see what Mike and Dylan get up to next! In the meantime, I am happy to hear from readers who like the story. Thanks!