Living with your best friend’s Dad is... unusual. He needed a roommate, and you needed a place to stay when trying to find jobs in town. Not the worst living situation you’d been in before, but something that still took some getting used to.

You didn’t see him often really. Grant typically worked evenings at some overseas satellite office, and most of the time you’d only really run into one another during meals or right when he was getting to bed from work. This time, however, things were different. After getting a snack and preparing to head to bed, you find him waiting for you, his massive body sitting at the end up the stairs that lead to your bedroom. In the dimness of the living room you can see he’s naked, occasionally shifting his body around to be more comfortable as he waits.

Grant smiled at you, extending his body and fully blocking the path back upstairs. You can feel your mouth try to form words, but nothing comes out as he stares you down, slowly opening his legs, cock free from between the confines of his thighs. “I’ve been feeling extra pent up, thought maybe you could help me out?” You nod your head without even thinking if this was a good idea, finding yourself on your knees as you waited for your next order. Grant’s hand grazes past your lips, a digit making its way inside, landing flat on your tongue and opening your jaw, slowly and teasingly pulling you closer and at a level with the thing that required the most attention.

You put his cock in your mouth. It’s thick, and you can taste the day of work still lingering on it, the sweat from sitting at his desk as you make a whimper of appreciation. The Daddy above you grunts, shifting his weight to the edge of the stairs to give his hips enough purchase to thrust forward, making you gag at the deeper intrusion. “Fuck... That’s it. Fuck...” he grumbles, a hand pushing down on the back of your head. Your knees ache already from the hard floor as he continues to use you, the taste on your tongue changing as more and more precum floods your senses.

“Fuck... FUCK.” Soon enough Grant reaches his limit, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing hard, unloading himself in the back of your throat, letting you swallow every drop, occasionally coughing up a mixture of spit and cum as you whimper to be let go. Daddy Grant does so, but instead of getting up and moving, lays his body across the steps, his belly and tits waiting. “Might as well return the favor, wanna mark me, boy?” He chuckled.