I woke up and had to double check that last night wasn't some crazy dream. But no, Victor's bulky frame was taking over more than half of my bed. Good thing I had a king. Worst of all, my arms were wrapped around him and he was pressing his fat ass right against my dick. My rock hard cock that went far beyond morning wood. It was so hard that if Victor moved his hips, there was no way I wouldn't explode instantly.
I shifted uncomfortably. Why were my sheets wet? Memories came flooding back. When we fucked, we did it on top of the covers. I reached down to pat the area dry and realized where it was coming from.
Victor was leaking like crazy. The big cleft of his ass was soaking wet, and a slow trickle of pussy juice was leaking out. He must have been like this all night long. Was this normal? I tried to remember the handful of times I'd woken up with Luke in the same bed. But he was never this bad.
I reached down and rubbed Vic's ass cheeks, my fingers sinking into his flesh. Victor let out a low, sleepy moan and shifted, opening his legs slightly so I could wiggle my finger in between those mountains he calls an ass and touch my fingertip to his hole.
Yep, that just confirmed it. Victor was making a mess. Was it because of me? I knew from Luke that guys with Carson's Syndrome could be triggered by almost anything, but most of the time it was from being turned on or in the presence of a big dick. And it seems like the current situation met the criteria for both.
Victor groggily stirred, his body shifting and eyelids slowly fluttering awake.
"Mornin' Coach," in his sleepy state, Victor's Southern accent was stronger. "Ya gonna keep teasin' me or are ya gonna finger my pussy?"
I took a deep breath and started working more fingers in between his cheeks. I was prodding and pulling on the outside of his hole. It was so tiny, so tight. I actually think it was a little puffy, probably from the serious reaming I gave him last night. In fact, it almost kind of reminded me of real pussy. Nice puffy labia...
Fuck, that turned me on.
Victor moaned as I slid in one finger, then two, then three effortlessly. "Aw, yeah, Coach. Finger that cunt. Nice pink pussy for ya to use. It's yers, Coach, do anything ya want with it."
I guess curiosity took over, because I kept finger fucking Vic's pussy, marveling at how wet he was. Was I doing this to him? It was flattering to think that just being near me put Vic in this state. Like he was so horny he couldn't stop his pussy from preparing itself for my cock. Fuck, that thought made my dick throb.
Schlik Schlik Schlik
The sound of my fingers squelching as they plunged in and out of Vic's pussy filled the room. The more forcefully I slid my fingers in and out, the more sound it made. Vic's pussy juice was bubbling out of his cunt now, and the fingering just seemed to up his juice production even more. I was slamming three fingers in and out of his cunt while Victor buried his face in my pillow, biting back moans as he pushed back against my fingers.
Fuck, he wanted more. I just knew it. I grabbed my dick with my free hand and slapped it against his fat cheeks. The contact made his cheeks ripple then jiggle, like a perpetual motion machine of ass. I withdrew my fingers from Vic's cunt, which made the cocky jock whimper a little. But then I grabbed my cock and guided it to his hole, pressing the head up against it...
KNOCK
"Dad, you up?"
I froze on the spot. Oh fuck. Oh no.
Riley.
Victor jolted awake. When did Riley get home? By the time Vic and I were here she was gone. That means she must have come in after us. Was it when we had already fallen asleep? Or fuck, did she hear me and Victor last night?
I was barely coming to terms with being bi. I didn't know what I could possibly say to my daughter. Riley was always the moodier and more defiant of the two. How would she take it? She had some gay friends, but it must be different when it's your dad, right? And fuck, what would she think of me and Victor? I must look like someone in a mid-life crisis going after someone fresh out of college.
"Dad?"
I was so wrapped up in my panic I forgot to reply to Riley.
"Yeah, Riles, I'm uh... don't come in, I'm changing." I had no idea if she'd believe that.
"Ew, Dad. Like I would want to see you naked."
I ignored the comment. "Uh... what time did you get in last night?"
"A little after midnight. Don't get mad, Dad, it was Friday night. By the time I got home you were already asleep."
Oh thank god, fuck. Considering I had given Victor a ride, she must have not suspected that there was another person in the house.
"Anyways, Becky is gonna pick me up in 10. I'll probably get back after dinner."
I liked giving my girls independence, but Riley really pushed it. I saw Chrissy more often than her, and Chrissy was living in a dorm an hour away at State. But I really couldn't have Riley hanging around here while I figured out what to do with Victor.
I heard Riley's footsteps moving away from the door. I leaned down into Victor's ear, "Don't make any noise. Wait until she's gone. I swear to fucking god, Vic. She can't find out about this."
Vic looked at me wide eyed. He just nodded, lips tightly pursed together, and made a zipping motion with his fingers.
I quickly got out of bed and threw on a pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt. I opened the door slightly to make my way into the hallway, then shut it behind me.
Riley was in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. When she saw me she wrinkled her nose and made a face of disgust. "Wow, Dad, you reek. Did you forget to take a shower after going to the gym?"
I gulped down. I hated lying to my baby girl, but I didn't know if she could handle the truth. I didn't even think I could handle it right now.
"Yeah, sorry. I was so exhausted I fell right asleep," Riley just shrugged in response and went back to her cereal. A talker my girl was not. "Where are you going with Becky today?" I asked gingerly, knowing that one wrong move could set off a landmine.
"Just out, Dad! Sheesh, you don't have to interrogate me, I'm seventeen! She's here anyways, bye!" Riley grabbed her bag and stomped out the door. Damnit, I wasn't doing great with this single father thing. I couldn't get Riley to open up to me and when I tried she just pulled farther back into her shell.
I waited for Becky's car to pull away then gave it a few more minutes to make sure Riley wouldn't come back. Once the coast was clear, I padded back down the hall and found Victor in my bed, covers torn off, face down, the glorious creamy white peaks of his ass on display in their full glory. My cock had gone down when I went to check on Riley, but now it was back to full mast.
Victor looked at me staring at his ass, that cocky smirk on his face again. God I wanted to scrub it off him. He looked so pleased with himself.
"She didn't hear anything. Fuck Vic, that was close. You gotta be quiet!"
Vic looked sheepish again. "Sorry Coach. Didn't realize she was home. But she's gone now, right? So I can make as much noise as I want," Vic asked, slipping out of his accent now that he was fully awake.
I approached him, getting on the bed on all fours to grab his fat cheeks.
"Wanna make me scream, Coach?"