Disclaimer: All characters are 18+.
Note that this is not connected to my ongoing slut series, but I'm still working on it.
Thank you for reading!
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John, one of my dad's friends and also a colleague from work, came over to our house for dinner.
"So, was the trip worth it, John?" my dad asked him.
"This delicious dessert alone makes every trip worth it," John answered, licking his spoon. "An absolutely amazing dinner."
My mom smiled and said, "Oh, no need to exaggerate. It was a simple meal. If my husband had warned me earlier that you were in town, I would have prepared something much better."
"Nonsense, dear, you're a great cook..." Dad's smile faded a bit as he saw Mom's fulminating look. He coughed. "Well, yes... Sorry."
"Anyway, yes, coming here and getting to know some of the people from this branch in person was great," John said. "And we got a lot of work done on the new project, didn't we?"
My dad nodded. "Sure did. We still have some details to figure out tomorrow, though. You're leaving in... two days, right?"
"Yes, I'll leave straight after work finishes on the last day, though. I only booked the hotel room for two nights."
"I wish you could stay longer; we could really use the help," Dad said.
Just then, John's phone rang. He excused himself from the table and took the call.
I was cleaning the dishes when he returned five minutes later.
"Well... that was the hotel. They had a problem with the room and called to cancel the booking," John said.
"Oh, come on, really? There's no other place open at this time of the day, what do they expect you to do?" Dad asked.
"I don't know. Sleep in my car, I guess? Maybe there's a couch I can use in the office--"
"No," my mom interrupted him. "I won't have any of that. You'll sleep here."
John waved his hand, "I can't intrude on your home like that."
"You're our guest, that's not intruding. And no, you can't decline."
"You can't run away now, John. She's made up her mind," Dad chuckled. "Where, though? The couch is too small, and the guest room is a storage room at the moment."
Mom turned to look at me.
"Well, our son's bed is big enough for two. If you're ok with sharing?" she asked.
I shrugged, "Sure, there's plenty of space. I don't mind."
"John, is that ok with you?" she asked him.
"Well..." John looked at the three of us before giving up. "Alright. Thanks, I really appreciate it."
"No problem at all. I'll go get you some pillows and a towel so you can take a shower. And you, young man," she pointed at me. "Go clean your room. Now."
"Yes, mom."
I went to my room and cleaned it up... a bit. John and Dad continued talking about work, and Mom took care of the things John would need to stay.
Later, after playing some games on my computer, I left my room to drink some water. My parents had gone to bed, and I heard John finishing up his shower. I went to the kitchen in my pyjamas, drank a glass of water, and walked back to my room.
Or at least I tried to, because as I was about to walk past the bathroom, John opened the door and stepped out. I was distracted and didn't see John in time to stop myself from colliding with him.
"Ow!"
I fell backwards onto the floor, landing on my butt.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. Are you okay?" John asked, sounding genuinely worried.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," I replied, as I started to get up. Wait, why was there a towel on the floor? My eyes moved quickly up from the towel around John's feet, to his legs, knees, thighs, and then both my eyes and brain stopped.
Dangling to around the middle of John's thighs was a really big cock. Much bigger than mine, at least. And it was girthy too. How was it so big? He wasn't even erect, and yet...
"Are you really okay?" John asked, snapping me back to reality.
My eyes didn't leave his cock, and my mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out a couple of times.
"Your... uhm... towel..." I managed to say. My eyes moved back and forth from his cock to his face. He really seemed worried about me.
"My towel?" John blinked, then looked down, finally noticing that the towel that should have been covering him was in fact on the floor. "Oh, it must have fallen off..."
John trailed off, and I noticed his look change from worry to interest. Meanwhile, I stared at his cock and unconsciously licked my lips.
"Let's get you up," John said, moving closer to me and extending one hand. He made no move to cover himself or pick up the towel.
I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me to my knees. My eyes widened. With how close he had gotten to me, I now had his cock right in front of my face.
I was on my knees in the corridor of my parents' house, staring at a completely naked man's cock.
It twitched. Was it getting bigger?
"See anything you like?" John asked. I looked up at him and saw the smile on his face.
"I... uh... I-I'm... sorry!" I got up and bolted to my room. My face felt hot as I ran. I closed the door and got into my bed.
My heart beat fast. What was that? What had just happened?
My mind raced as the door opened. Oh, right, he was going to sleep on my bed...
John entered the room and closed the door, the towel drapped over his shoulder. His cock dangled down and moved around with every step he took. I gulped at the sight. Yes, I couldn't look away.
He put the towel down and looked at his phone a bit. Then he looked at me before he walked around to the other side of the bed.
"I sleep naked. You don't mind, do you?" John asked as he pulled the covers off on his side and got on the bed.
"Uhm... no. No, I don't mind," I replied.
"Yeah, I didn't think you would," he said. He pulled the covers over his body.
I was facing the door, with my back turned to John. The bed moved as he turned around, and I felt him move closer to me. I gasped as he put a hand on my side.
"You know, that fall might have bruised you," he said, slowly moving his hand downward to my hips. "I can check it for you."
"N-no, I'm fine. Really," I said.
John ignored me. His hand went inside my pyjama pants, and he grabbed one of my butt cheeks. He fondled and squeezed it, pushing and pulling.
I moaned. What was he doing? I should have told him to stop, but... did I want him to stop?
"No palpable damage. Maybe an internal check..." John said. He pulled my butt cheek with one hand, and I felt a finger touch my hole. He pushed and easily slid in. "Oooh, look at that. You're all wet and ready, aren't you?"
He moved his finger inside me, sliding it in and out.
"Hngg... no, stop. Stop, we can't," I said.