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."