This story is 100% fiction and not from my own real experiences and for fantasy and enjoyment purposes only.
"That's Benji down for the night, don't worry about us and have a good night, we'll see you in the morning Mr Bruce" I hit send on the message and climbed into the empty, king size bed made with thick linen sheets and an abundance of pillows to rest on.
I was baby sitting my tutors 5 year old son, he had recently began dating again after his wife left them in the middle of the night and has never been heard from again. Mr Bruce has been tutoring me for 3 years now, after I turned 18 and he was dating again, I offered to babysit the little man in exchange for tutor sessions, we would both benefit.
I flicked through the television channels before settling on a classic animated comedy, something to let me wind down after making sure Benji was fed and washed before bedtime. It striked 11PM as I lay there, my eyes heavy as I drifted off to sleep, the television still playing and illuminating the room subtly.
3 HOURS LATER
"STUPID FUCKING BITCH" I heard shouting coming from the hallway after the slamming door woke me from my almost wet dream.
I shot up from the bed and made my way to Benji's bedroom to make sure he hadn't also been woken up, luckily he hadn't. Making my way down the hallway, I tucked my hands into my hoody pocket and quietly walked down the stairs, with only my tight, white boxers covering my lower half, I felt a slight chill on my legs.
Looking into the living room, I saw Mr Bruce, lay on the couch with nothing but his baggy, no-frills, striped boxer shorts around his waist, the rest of his clothing decorated the hard wood floors. With his arm pinned behind his head, and one leg bent and rested against the back cushioning of the couch, he looked comfortable enough not to be woken so I tip toed past the couch where he slept, and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen. I held my breath as I placed the glass on the side table next to the couch, trying to be as quiet as possible until I left a tug on my hoody.
"Whats the rush babe.." Mr Bruce mumbled in his sleep, a slight smirk on his face as his hand travelled from the cuff of my hoody to the elastic of my boxers, tugging them down my legs.
I grabbed onto the waistband and kept them from revealing my ass as I tried to walk away, but that seemed to only make Mr Bruce more eager.
Grabbing me by my hips he pulled me onto the couch with him before pulling me into be his little spoon, curled up in his arms. His muscular biceps squeezed as his arms trapped me in his embrace and I wasn't sure how I felt. Part of me knew this wasn't normal, the other part of me, the one I decided to listen to, loved it. I wiggled my body into his embrace, my head rested on his bicep, his hairy arms ticked my nose as I lay there, soaking in the moment as his manly musk and the smell of alcohol floated around us.
Mr Bruce quickly fell back asleep, his heartbeat thumped into my back as I felt his soft breaths on my hair. I moved slightly to get more comfortable on the edge of the couch, as I did, Mr Bruce let out a manly groan as he pulled me tightly against his body. Feeling something pressing against me, I put my hand behind my back to move what I thought was the television remote, boy was I wrong. The thick, warm, pulsing thing I grabbed was Mr Bruce. His cock had grown to an 8 inch mass, poking from the unbuttoned hole in his boxers, it pressed against my tight, white boxers, aiming just above my hole as he began thrusting his cock into me.
He began to groan with the feeling, whatever dream he was having was definitely translating into real life events, and fast. I grabbed the shaft in an effort to move it from poking into me when the wet goo oozing from it coasted he palm of my hand and spread over his shaft, this must have pushed him over the edge.