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Derek just couldn't get used to sleeping solo, no matter how many nights he tried. That king-sized bed felt like a giant empty space, meant for two but only holding one lonely dude.
When he caught a glimpse of himself in the closet mirror, he noticed the changes. His chest was like a black fur rug, all thick and wild, running down his body straight to the bushy mess around his junk. Why bother with manscaping when there's no one around to see? His once-impressive six-pack was now just a memory, buried under a bit of a beer gut. And his face? Just a bit of scruff that he'd shave off come morning when he got ready for work.Even with all that, Derek figured he wasn't too shabby for a 45-year-old. Sure, he wasn't going to grace the cover of any underwear ads, but he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes either. He still had that certain something, even if it was more 'dad bod' than 'model bod'.Derek's been flying solo in the love and sex department for ages now. Ever since he had a one-night stand that resulted in him becoming a dad, with the mother dropping their kid, Eli, at his doorstep and vanishing 20 years back. Juggling single parenthood and a demanding job, dating was the last thing on his to-do list. Hell, even jerking off felt like a luxury he could seldom afford.But honestly, Derek wouldn't change a damn thing. He's got this awesome bond with Eli, part dad, part buddy. They're tight, and that means the world to him. Plus, all those hours grinding away at work paid off; he managed to send Eli to the college of his dreams. So, while his sex life might be on permanent hiatus, the satisfaction of raising a good kid and setting him up for success? That's the real deal.Derek's been riding solo in the romance department for nearly twenty years, but he was never truly by himself, not until Eli, his son, packed up for college five months ago. Even though Eli was just a short drive away at the local state university, the house felt empty without him. Derek missed him like hell, realizing too late how much he leaned on Eli as much as Eli did on him. Derek was out of the dating loop, too busy for friends, and now, with Eli gone, his only companion was living his own life.But today was different. It was winter break, and Eli was back home for an entire month. He brought a buddy with him, Stiles, I think that's his name. At first, Derek was a bit down thinking his solo time with Eli would be cut short, but Stiles seemed cool, and when you've been as lonely as Derek, any company beats no company. They rolled in late afternoon, and they all headed out to this local pizza joint to catch up. Turned out, Eli and Stiles were teammates on the college baseball team. Eli joined for his sheer love of the game, while Stiles was there on a full ride; his athletic scholarship was his ticket to college since his parents had bailed on him when he was just a kid. Stiles had grown up hopping from one foster home to another until he aged out of the system eight months back. It was a tough way to grow up, but it made Stiles tough as nails. He's got this confidence about him, totally self-sufficient, doesn't need anyone to look after him cause he's got it covered.So, there they were, chowing down on pizza, getting to know each other better, and for the first time in a while, Derek felt a bit of the loneliness lift. Having Eli back and meeting Stiles, it was like a breath of fresh air in his otherwise quiet life.Now, Derek hasn't ever been with a guy or even really thought about it much, but he's not one of those dudes who gets all weird and insecure about their own sexuality when they see another guy who's hot. And Stiles, man, he was something else. He towered over Derek and his son, both stuck at 6 feet, standing at about 6'5". His hair was this perfect mess, like he'd just rolled out of bed but in a totally stylish way.
But it was his eyes that really got you; they were this shiny hazel that just popped, absolutely gorgeous. His face was this smooth, pale canvas, and his lips? Full and cherry red, like they were painted for the camera. Even through his clothes, you could tell Stiles was in killer shape, muscles just hinting at their strength without being too showy.
When Derek looked at him, the word "Adonis" just popped into his head. Stiles was drop-dead beautiful, no two ways about it.This was something Derek's son, Eli, seemed well aware of. Derek had occasionally wondered if Eli might be gay, but it was never a topic they'd openly talked about. Derek didn't want to force the issue, worried about outing Eli before he was ready, but he always made an effort to show his support for the LGBT community. That way, when Eli felt ready, he'd know he could safely share that part of himself with Derek.There was definitely a vibe between Eli and Stiles. Derek wouldn't exactly label it as love; it was more like lust. They had this intense, almost hungry look in their eyes whenever they were around each other. Derek figured they were probably friends with benefits, hooking up for fun. He had a hunch they might even do it right there in their house, just down the hall from where he was. The idea kind of turned Derek on, if he was being honest.As Derek lay there, lonely and naked in his bed, he started to think that his suspicions might actually be true. He began to hear noises coming from down the hall. They were subtle at first. He heard what he thought were the smacking sounds of a passionate kiss, and soon after, there were slight gagging noises mixed with occasional moans. At first, Derek figured his horniness was just playing tricks on him, but then the sound of his son's bed creaking slowly through the quiet house confirmed his fears. Just down the hall, Eli was being fucked by possibly the most handsome man Derek had ever seen.
Looking down, Derek noticed his own dick starting to get hard. This arousal worried him. Why was he getting turned on by the sounds of his son having sex? The realization made him feel a mix of confusion and guilt. He couldn't shake off how real and intense the situation felt, and despite his discomfort, his body seemed to react on its own accord.The gentle rhythm of the bed squeaking and the soft whimpers escaping Eli were hypnotic. Derek found himself completely drawn to these sounds. He climbed out of bed and walked slowly down the hall towards Eli's room, feeling as if he were in a trance, almost like he was watching himself from outside his own body.When Derek reached the door, he found it slightly ajar. He peeked inside and was met with a sight that nearly brought him to the edge before he was even fully aroused. Eli was there, bent over the bed with his face buried in a pillow, trying to muffle his moans of pleasure. Derek saw Eli's left hand gripping the sheets tightly while his right hand worked his erection, which seemed average in size but wasn't what Derek was really focusing on.
Behind Eli, Stiles was there, thrusting with an animalistic vigor into Eli's impressively large and thick ass. Sweat glistened on Stiles's fit body, matting the light hair on his chest. Although Derek couldn't see Stiles's cock, he could just tell it was massive from the way Stiles moved.Derek’s arousal had reached its peak, his erection fully hardened, more intense than he could ever recall. He reached down and began to slowly stroke his 8-inch length, his eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him. His son, Eli, was being taken roughly, and Derek couldn’t look away. He was captivated by the way their bodies moved together, the rhythm, the raw energy. But as he watched, something clicked in his mind. It wasn’t the sight of his son being pleasured that turned him on—it was the realization that he wished he were in Eli’s place, feeling what his son was feeling.Eli, meanwhile, was completely lost in the moment. His body trembled with pleasure, every nerve alight with sensation. He turned his head toward Derek, his eyes tightly shut, his teeth sinking into the pillow to muffle his moans. Despite the intensity, a smile spread across his face—he was enjoying every second of it. Derek’s gaze shifted to Stiles, and their eyes locked. Stiles knew Derek was watching, and the look in his eyes, combined with the subtle smile on his lips, seemed to silently urge Derek to stay.
For a brief moment, Derek considered leaving, but something in Stiles’s expression stopped him. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, his hand moving in rhythm with Stiles’s thrusts. Derek was completely absorbed—lost in the deep hazel of Stiles’s eyes, the intoxicating scent of sweat and musk that filled the room, and the overwhelming heat of the moment. He couldn’t tear himself away, caught in a whirlwind of desire and longing.Stiles glanced over at Derek, a sly smirk playing on his lips, and then he turned his attention back to Eli. With a firm grip on Eli’s waist, he lifted him effortlessly, flipping him onto his back. Stiles leaned down, and their lips met in a heated, desperate kiss. Derek couldn’t look away as he watched his son eagerly sucking on Stiles’s tongue, their mouths moving together like they were starving for each other. It was messy, passionate, and raw.As the kiss broke, Derek’s eyes drifted lower, and there it was—Stiles’s cock, fully on display. It was massive, easily eleven inches, thick and uncut, with veins running along its length. The lube glistened under the faint moonlight streaming through the window, making it look even more intimidating. Derek’s breath hitched when he realized Stiles wasn’t wearing a condom. He was taking Eli bare, no barriers, just skin on skin.Stiles’s voice broke the silence, low and dripping with desire. “You ready for more of this cock, babe? Or you gonna tap out on me?” he teased, his tone rough and seductive.Eli’s face flushed, and he glanced nervously toward Derek’s direction, his voice barely above a whisper. “Babe, shut up… what if my dad hears you?”Stiles chuckled darkly, not even trying to lower his voice. “Let him hear. Maybe he’ll like it. Maybe he’ll enjoy listening to me wrecking his son’s tight little hole.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against Eli’s ear. “Or maybe he’ll wanna join in. Who knows?”Eli rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re such a filthy bastard, you know that?”Stiles grinned, unashamed. “Yeah, but you love it. Now stop whispering and tell me what you want. Say it loud so I can hear you. Tell me how bad you want this cock, and I’ll give it to you.”Eli hesitated for a second, his cheeks burning, but then he gave in, his voice trembling with need. “God, I want your cock, Stiles. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. I want you to grab me, own me, and use me until you’re done. I’m yours—do whatever you want to me. Just don’t stop.”Stiles’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he didn’t waste another second. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled. “Now take it like the good little slut you are.”With that, Stiles didn’t hold back. He slammed his cock back into Eli, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, forceful thrust. Eli gasped, his back arching as pleasure shot through him, and just like that, the rhythm started again—hard, fast, and relentless.Any worry about being too loud or waking Derek was completely forgotten. Their desire had taken over, consuming them both. Eli couldn’t hold back his moans anymore, his voice breaking as he chanted,
“Oh god, yes, Stiles! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, please!” His words were desperate, begging for more, his body trembling with every thrust.Stiles, on the other hand, had stopped talking altogether. He was completely lost in the moment, his movements becoming raw and primal. All that came from him were deep, guttural grunts and groans, like some kind of animal claiming its mate. He was fucking Eli with everything he had, each thrust harder than the last, his hips slamming into Eli’s fat ass with a force that made the bed creak.From where Derek was standing, he had a perfect view. He could see Stiles’s thick, veiny cock sliding in and out of his son’s stretched hole, glistening with lube and precum. The sight was almost too much to handle. Eli’s cries of pleasure and the way his body shook told Derek everything he needed to know—Stiles was hitting his son’s prostate with every single thrust, driving him wild. A pool of precum had formed on Eli’s stomach, proof of just how much he was enjoying it.The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Eli’s moans, and Stiles’s animalistic growls. It was intense, raw, and completely unrestrained. Derek couldn’t look away, his own arousal growing with every second, his hand moving faster as he watched the scene unfold.Eli’s moans grew louder, more desperate, and Derek could see every muscle in his son’s athletic body tense up, like a coiled spring ready to snap. Eli pulled Stiles closer, their lips crashing together in a messy, hungry kiss as his body shuddered with the force of a hands-free orgasm. Thick ropes of cum shot from Eli’s cock, splattering across his stomach in a sticky, glistening mess. Stiles broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Eli’s chest until he reached his abs. Without hesitation, he began lapping up the pool of cum, slurping it up like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Derek’s breath hitched as he watched Stiles’s lips clean every drop, his own hand moving faster on his cock, barely able to contain himself.Once Eli’s stomach was spotless, Stiles leaned back, swallowing with a satisfied grin. “God, you taste fucking incredible, baby,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust.Eli, still catching his breath, smirked up at him. “Fuck, that was insane. Now it’s your turn, babe. I want you to cum—cum inside me. Fill me up.”Stiles’s eyes darkened, and that familiar, wicked smirk spread across his face. “As you wish,” he replied, his tone low and teasing. He slid back into Eli, this time with slower, deeper thrusts, clearly savoring every moment, building himself up. But then his gaze shifted to Derek, and Derek froze as Stiles’s eyes traveled down his body, landing on his cock. Derek’s hand was a blur, stroking himself furiously, unable to stop. Stiles bit his lip, his eyes locking back with Derek’s, and Derek could see it—Stiles was close. His thrusts became faster, more erratic, until finally, they both came at the same time.Derek shot eight thick ropes of cum against his son’s door, his body trembling as he fought to stay quiet, his pleasure almost too much to bear. Stiles, meanwhile, pressed himself deep into Eli, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside Eli’s ass. Derek could only imagine how much cum was spilling into his son, filling him up. Stiles stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, before finally pulling out. He looked down at Eli’s wrecked hole, a smirk tugging at his lips.“God, your ass looks so fucking hot with my cum dripping out of it,” Stiles said, his voice rough and satisfied.Eli grinned despite the mess. “Yeah, but it’s gonna ruin the sheets,” he said, more amused than annoyed.Stiles chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, I know how to fix that.” Without warning, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between Eli’s massive ass cheeks, his tongue diving in to clean up the mess he’d made.“OH FUCK, STILES!” Eli shouted, his thighs instinctively clamping around Stiles’s head, pulling him even deeper in his asshole. Stiles didn’t seem to mind, his muffled groans only adding to the filthy scene. Derek could barely process what he was seeing, his own hand still working his wet cock as he watched, completely transfixed.Derek stood there, completely transfixed, as Stiles buried his face between Eli’s ass cheeks, eagerly cleaning up his own cum from Derek’s son’s well-used hole. Derek felt a rush of blood returning to his cock, and he couldn’t believe how quickly he was getting hard again. It had been years—decades, even—since he’d been able to recover that fast. The last time he remembered being this quick to bounce back was when he was as young as Eli and Stiles.After a minute or so, Stiles finally pulled back, crawling up the bed toward Eli. He leaned over his lover’s body, and Eli opened his mouth obediently. Stiles let the cum he’d collected drip from his lips into Eli’s waiting mouth. The two of them kissed deeply, their tongues swirling together as they shared the mess, passing it back and forth until there was nothing left. It was filthy, intimate, and Derek couldn’t look away.“God, you’re such an incredible fuck, babe,” Stiles murmured, his voice husky and satisfied as he broke the kiss.Eli smirked, still catching his breath. “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself. Now come on, let’s get some sleep. I’m gonna need all the rest I can get if I’m gonna come up with a believable excuse for all the noise we made when my dad asks about it tomorrow.”Stiles chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Something tells me it’s not gonna come up.” With that, he gave Derek a quick, knowing wink, then pulled Eli’s body close to his, wrapping his arms around him. Within moments, Stiles’s eyes were closed, and Eli was drifting off too, completely spent.Realizing the show was over, Derek quietly tiptoed back to his own bedroom, careful not to make a sound. He closed the door behind him and lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy tonight—not after what he’d just witnessed. His mind kept replaying the scene over and over: the way Stiles had fucked Eli, the way they’d kissed, the way Stiles had cleaned up his own mess. Derek’s cock was still rock hard, standing straight up against his belly, throbbing with need. He thought about touching himself again, but he wasn’t sure his body could handle another orgasm so soon after the mind-blowing one he’d just had.Just as he was debating what to do, the sound of his door opening and closing snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek turned his head to see Stiles standing there, still completely naked, his massive cock hard and ready. That same wicked grin he’d given Eli earlier was now directed at Derek.“You watched your son get fucked,” Stiles said, his voice low and dripping with mischief. “Now it’s your turn, Mr. Hale.”
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Derek just lay there, his eyes glued to Stiles’s cock, completely mesmerized by the thick veins running along its length. It was gorgeous, almost too perfect to be real. For a moment, Derek wondered if this was even happening. Was Stiles really here, standing in front of him, hard and ready, wanting *him*? Or had Derek dozed off and slipped into some wild, unbelievable dream? He felt pathetic, old, and out of place, but the sight of Stiles’s cock was enough to make his mouth water and his heart race.Stiles, clearly impatient, broke the silence with a smirk. “So, are you just gonna lay there staring at it like it’s a museum piece, or are you gonna get over here and suck it?” His tone was casual like he was asking about the weather, but there was a sharp edge of dominance to it that sent a shiver down Derek’s spine.Derek’s throat felt like sandpaper, his voice barely above a whisper as he stammered, “I… I can’t. Eli might hear us. What if he wakes up?”Stiles rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with Derek’s hesitation. “After the way, I just wrecked your boy’s tight little ass? Trust me, he’s out cold. He could sleep through the apocalypse right now.” Stiles took a step closer, his gigantic cock bobbing slightly as he moved. “Now quit stalling, old man. Get that big, fat ass of yours over here and worship this cock like I know you’ve been dying to.”The words hit Derek like a punch to the gut, raw and unapologetic. Stiles wasn’t asking—he was demanding. And despite the voice in Derek’s head screaming that this was wrong, his body was already moving, sliding off the bed and onto his knees. His heart pounded as he stared up at Stiles, the younger man’s cock inches from his face. Derek’s hands trembled as he reached out, his mind racing even as his body gave in to the undeniable pull of desire.Derek didn’t look away, not even for a second, as he slowly sank to his knees in front of Stiles. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around Stiles’s thick, massive cock. It was still a little sticky from earlier, still warm from being inside Eli, and Derek could feel the heat radiating from it, the way it pulsed in his hand like it had a heartbeat of its own. His mouth went dry just holding it, but he couldn’t stop himself.A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and without thinking, Derek leaned in and swiped his tongue across it, savoring the salty, musky taste. The flavor made him shudder, his own body reacting instantly. When he looked up, Stiles’s hazel eyes were locked on his, burning with pure, unapologetic lust. It was clear—Stiles wanted Derek just as badly as Derek wanted him, and Derek wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. He was going to give Stiles everything he deserved.Pushing all his doubts and worries aside, Derek focused on the task at hand. He gently pulled back Stiles’s foreskin, exposing the sensitive head, and swirled his tongue around it, slow and deliberate. Stiles let out a low groan, his fingers tightening in Derek’s hair, and Derek knew he was on the right track. He grabbed Stiles’s firm, round ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him closer as he took more of that thick, anaconda-like cock into his mouth. Stiles’s hips jerked forward instinctively, and Derek could feel the younger man’s control slipping.“Oh fuck, Mr. Hale,” Stiles moaned, his head thrown back as Derek worked his mouth around him. “You suck cock so damn good. You like the taste? Huh? Cleaning your son’s ass off me? Yeah, that’s it—fuck, yes—clean my big fucking cock.”Derek hated to admit it, but Stiles’s filthy words were doing something to him, sending sparks of heat straight to his own groin. The thought of what he was doing—sucking the same cock that had just been buried in his son—should have disgusted him, but instead, it only made him want more. He took Stiles deeper, his throat relaxing as he let the younger man thrust gently into his mouth. Stiles’s hands gripped his hair tighter, guiding him, and Derek didn’t resist. He was completely lost in the moment, in the taste, in the way Stiles’s cock filled his mouth and stretched his lips.Stiles’s moans grew louder, more desperate, and Derek could feel him getting closer. “Yeah, just like that,” Stiles growled, his voice rough and uneven. “You’re such a good fucking cocksucker, Mr. Hale. Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, huh? Bet you’ve been wanting to taste me since you first saw me.”Derek didn’t answer—he couldn’t. His mouth was too busy, his mind too fogged with lust to form words. All he could do was keep going, keep sucking, keep giving Stiles exactly what he wanted. The older man
was on his knees, completely consumed by the task at hand. His mouth was stretched around half of Stiles’s thick cock, his tongue working eagerly as his hand stroked the rest. Stiles let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in Derek’s hair as he guided him. “Oh god, yes, just like that,” Stiles moaned, his voice rough and dripping with pleasure. “Suck my balls, Mr. Hale. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re a natural at this—just like Eli.”Derek’s cheeks burned at the comparison, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Stiles’s words were filthy and intoxicating, and they only made Derek want to please him more. Stiles kept talking, his voice a mix of praise and dirty promises. “From the moment I saw your boy—those lips, that ass—I knew I had to have him. I wanted to own him, to breed him, to mark him as mine. And I did. Just like I’m gonna do to you.” Stiles’s grip tightened in Derek’s hair, pulling him back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to shoot my load deep inside that hot, massive, hairy ass of yours, Mr. Hale?”Derek couldn’t answer with his mouth full, but he moaned around Stiles’s cock, the sound vibrating against him. It was enough for Stiles, who smirked and pushed Derek’s head back down. “That’s what I thought,” he said, his voice dark and satisfied.But Stiles wasn’t done. He kept talking, his words painting a vivid, filthy picture. “You wanna hear about the first time I owned your son?” he asked, his tone teasing and seductive. Derek hesitated for a second, his mind racing, but then he nodded, his mouth still working Stiles’s cock. Stiles chuckled, low and deep. “Good. Because I’ve been dying to tell you all about it.”
Derek was completely lost in the moment, his mouth working Stiles’s cock as the younger man recounted the story in vivid, filthy detail. Stiles’s voice was low and husky, each word dripping with lust as he described the first time he’d taken Eli. “It was the first day of practice,” Stiles began, his fingers tightening in Derek’s hair. “We were the last ones in the locker room, just the two of us. We were showering, and he dropped the soap—‘accidentally,’ he said, but I think he was offering himself up to me. Either way, I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance.”Derek moaned around Stiles’s cock, his own hand stroking the base as he listened intently. Stiles smirked, clearly enjoying the way Derek was hanging on his every word. “I bent him over right there in the shower and shoved my tongue into his tight little hole. He didn’t fight me, didn’t even try to stop me. He just stayed bent over, moaning while I ate him out, getting him ready for my cock. The steam was everywhere, and all I could hear was his moans echoing off the walls. He was a virgin, but you wouldn’t have known it from the way he was reacting. It was like he’d just discovered heaven. And then he came—hard. His whole body shook, and he shot streams of cum all over the shower floor. I had to hold him up just to keep him from collapsing.”Stiles paused, his breath hitching as Derek’s mouth and hand worked him perfectly. “Oh fuck, just like that, Mr. Hale. God, you’re almost better than Eli. Keep that up, and you’re gonna make me blow.” Derek pulled off for a moment, his own cock throbbing as he looked up at Stiles, desperate to hear the rest. “What happened next?” he asked, his voice rough with need.Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying Derek’s eagerness. “You really wanna hear how I popped your son’s cherry, you dirty old man?” Derek nodded, his eyes dark with desire, and took Stiles back into his mouth without hesitation. “Alright, since you’ve earned it,” Stiles said, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t about to give him time to adjust—I just shoved my whole cock into him. All eleven inches. He screamed, partly from the pain, but mostly from how good it felt. I pinned him against the shower wall and fucked him hard, sawing in and out of his tight little hole. I kissed his back, his neck, left marks all over him—I wanted to make sure everyone knew he was mine.”Stiles’s thrusts into Derek’s mouth became more erratic as he got closer to the edge. “I ruined him for anyone else, Mr. Hale. His hole is mine now. It was so tight, squeezing me every time I hit his prostate. I couldn’t hold back—I roared so loud they probably heard me miles away, and then I filled him up with my cum. Afterward, I pulled him into a sloppy, wet kiss and told him he was mine. And you know what he said? ‘Okay.’ That was it. We’ve been fucking like you saw tonight for months now, and I still can’t get enough of him.”Stiles’s voice broke as he reached his climax. “Oh fuck, Mr. Hale, I’m gonna blow. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—YES!” His body tensed, and he came hard, his cock pulsing in Derek’s mouth as he emptied himself. Derek swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing with need as he listened to Stiles’s ragged breathing. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Stiles looked down at Derek, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You’re full of surprises, old man.”The taste of Stiles was a little bitter, but somehow still good—really good. Derek wanted more, *needed* more. He hoped this wasn’t just a one-time thing, that there’d be more chances to share moments like this with him. As Stiles finished cumming and started to come down from his high, he glanced down and noticed Derek’s cock, still hard and throbbing.“You haven’t come yet?” Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow with a sly grin. “Well, we can’t have that. Get up on the bed.”Derek didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled onto the bed, his heart pounding as Stiles knelt in front of him. Without hesitation, Stiles took Derek’s cock into his mouth, and holy *shit*, it was incredible. If there were an Olympics for sucking dick, Stiles would’ve blown past first place. His warm, soft tongue moved like silk, sliding all over Derek’s cock as he bobbed up and down. His hands gripped Derek’s thighs, his nails digging in just enough to send shivers up Derek’s spine. When Stiles looked up at him with those crystal-blue eyes, Derek was done for. He came hard, shooting every last drop of cum into Stiles’s mouth. And Stiles didn’t miss a beat—he swallowed every drop, never breaking eye contact.When it was over, Stiles stood up and gave Derek a quick kiss. It wasn’t as passionate as the one he’d shared with Eli earlier, but it still made Derek’s heart race. Stiles pulled back, smirking. “Thanks, man. That was incredible,” he said, already heading toward the door.“Wait!” Derek blurted out, louder than he meant to. Stiles stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. Derek gulped, his voice trembling as he continued, “I thought… I thought you were going to make me yours. I thought you were gonna fuck me.”Stiles’s signature evil grin spread across his face. “I was just messing with you, Mr. Hale. I needed to know you wanted this as much as I do,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. Before Derek could respond, Stiles was on him, flipping him onto his back and spreading his legs. Derek’s heart raced as Stiles buried his face between his cheeks, eating him out like he was starving. It was the first time Derek had ever experienced anything like this, and Stiles was going at it like a man possessed, his tongue working Derek’s hole as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Derek’s hands gripped the sheets, his moans filling the room as Stiles ate him in a way he’d never imagined.Derek’s heart was pounding as Stiles ate him within an inch of his life, his big, round ass on full display. Stiles didn’t waste any time—he leaned in, his hands gripping Derek’s cheeks and spreading them apart. His hands clenched the sheets, his body trembling as Stiles’s tongue circled his rim, teasing him before diving in deeper.“Oh god,” Derek moaned, his voice shaky as Stiles’s tongue worked him open. Stiles wasn’t gentle—he was hungry, almost desperate like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue pressed inside, fucking Derek’s hole with slow, deliberate strokes, making Derek’s toes curl. Stiles’s hands moved to Derek’s ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh before pulling them apart even wider, exposing him completely. Derek felt a sharp-smack-as Stiles’s hand came down on his ass, the sound echoing through the room. Derek groaned, the sting only adding to the overwhelming pleasure.“Fuck, you’ve got such a fat ass, Mr. Hale,” Stiles muttered between licks, his voice muffled but dripping with lust. He spanked Derek again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on his cheek. Derek’s hips bucked involuntarily, pushing back against Stiles’s face, begging for more. Stiles chuckled, his breath hot against Derek’s skin. “You like that, huh? You like getting your ass eaten like a slut?”Derek couldn’t even form words—he just nodded, his eyes closed as Stiles went back to work. This time, Stiles added his fingers, circling Derek’s hole with one slick digit before pushing it inside. Derek gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Stiles’s tongue didn’t stop, licking and probing as his finger worked deeper, curling and searching until he found that sweet spot. Derek’s back arched, a loud moan tearing from his throat as Stiles hit his prostate for the first time.“There it is,” Stiles said, his voice dark and satisfied. He added a second finger, stretching Derek open as his tongue continued to tease his rim. The combination was overwhelming—Stiles’s fingers pressing inside him, his tongue lapping at his hole, and the occasional sharp -smack-of his hand on Derek’s ass. Derek was a moaning, trembling mess, his cock leaking precum onto the sheets beneath him.“You’re taking my fingers so well, Mr. Hale,” Stiles purred, his voice low and teasing. “But I think you can handle more.” He added a third finger, stretching Derek even wider, his tongue still working him open. Derek’s moans grew louder, his hips rocking back against Stiles’s face and fingers, desperate for more. Stiles spanked him again, the sound sharp and stinging, and Derek cried out, his body shaking with pleasure.“You’re gonna take my cock next,” Stiles said, his voice rough with desire. “ C'mon get on four, you’re gonna love it.” He pulled his fingers out slowly, giving Derek’s ass one last, firm smack before leaning back. Derek was panting, his body on fire, his hole still twitching from Stiles’s tongue and fingers. He didn’t know if he was ready, but he knew one thing—he wanted it. He wanted Stiles to claim him, to make him his, just like he’d done to Eli. And from the look in Stiles’s eyes, he wasn’t planning to hold back.Derek’s heart was racing as he got on the doggy style position as Stiles positioned himself behind him, his massive cock pressing against Derek’s stretched, wet hole. Derek could feel the heat radiating from Stiles’s body, the weight of his gaze as he loomed over him. Stiles’s hands gripped Derek’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his round and gigantic furry ass as he leaned down, his breath hot against Derek’s ear.“You ready for this, old man?” Stiles taunted, his voice low and dripping with condescension. “Your boy took it like a champ his first time. Let’s see if you can handle it half as well as he did.”Derek’s face burned with a mix of shame and arousal, but he didn’t protest. He wanted this—needed it—even if it meant enduring Stiles’s cruel words. Stiles lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Derek’s virgin entrance. Derek tensed, his body instinctively resisting, but Stiles didn’t let up. He pushed forward, just enough to make Derek gasp.“Relax, Mr. Hale,” Stiles said, his tone mocking. “You wanted this, remember? You begged for it. Now take it like the slut you are.”Derek clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets as Stiles pushed in further. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but Stiles didn’t stop. He kept going, inch by agonizing inch until Derek felt like he was being split in two. Stiles paused when he was about halfway in, giving Derek a moment to adjust, but his words were anything but comforting.“God, you’re tight,” Stiles groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. “Tighter than Eli, even. Guess that’s what happens when you’ve never been fucked before. But don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for it just like your boy does.”Derek whimpered, his body trembling as Stiles began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure mixing in a way Derek had never experienced. Stiles’s hands moved to Derek’s fat ass, squeezing and spreading him open as he fucked him with slow, deliberate thrusts.“That’s it, take it,” Stiles said, his voice dark and commanding. “You’re doing so good, Mr. Hale. Who knew you had it in you? Guess you’re not as straight as you look.”Derek moaned, his face buried in the mattress as Stiles picked up the pace. The pain was fading, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure that made Derek’s head spin. Stiles’s cock brushed against his prostate, sending jolts of electricity through his body. Derek’s cock was hard again, leaking precum onto the sheets as Stiles fucked him harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic.“You like that, don’t you?” Stiles sneered, his hands gripping Derek’s hips tightly. “You like being used like this, don’t you? Admit it, you’re just as much of a slut as your son. Maybe even more.”Derek couldn’t deny it—he did like it. The shame, the humiliation, the way a much younger man was dominating him—it all fed into the pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned loudly, his hips pushing back against Stiles’s cock, begging for more.“That’s it, take it like a good little slut,” Stiles growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine now, Mr. Hale. Just like Eli. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”Stiles’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Derek closer and closer to the edge. Derek’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as Stiles hit his prostate over and over again. Stiles leaned down, his breath hot against Derek’s ear as he whispered, “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Just like your boy did. Come on, Mr. Hale, let me feel you squeeze my cock.”Derek couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud cry, he came embarrassingly fast, his cock pulsing as he shot ropes of cum onto the sheets beneath him. Stiles groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside Derek, his cock pulsing as he came for a second time and filled Derek's hole for the first time with his cum.Derek collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling as Stiles pulled out. He felt empty, used, and completely spent, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction too as he felt his son's boyfriend's cum leaking out of him. Stiles leaned down, pressing a kiss to Derek’s shoulder before standing up.“Not bad for your first time, old man,” Stiles said, his voice teasing but with a hint of admiration. “Guess being a fat ass bottom, big cock hungry slut runs in the family.”Derek didn’t respond, his mind still reeling from the experience. But as he lay there, his body still tingling with pleasure, he realized something—he wanted more. And from the look in Stiles’s eyes, he knew this was just the beginning of more amazing orgasms.“But don’t get too comfortable. If you want more of this—” Stiles gestured to himself, “—you’re gonna have to earn it.”Derek’s breath hitched. “Earn it?” he asked, his voice hoarse.Stiles leaned down, his face inches from Derek’s. “Yeah, earn it. You think I’m just gonna drop everything and come running whenever you’re horny? Nah. If you want me, you’re gonna have to play by my rules.”Derek swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “What… what are the rules?”Stiles straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Rule number one: you’re available whenever I want you. No excuses, no questions. Rule number two: you do exactly what I say when I say it. And rule number three—” he paused, his smirk widening, “—you don’t tell Eli. Not a word. This stays between us.”Derek’s stomach churned at the thought of keeping this from his son, but the recent memory of Stiles’s cock buried deep inside him was enough to silence any protests. He nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”Stiles’s grin turned predatory. “Good boy.” He reached down, ruffling Derek’s hair like he was a pet. “I’ll be in touch. Be ready.”With that, Stiles turned and walked out of the room naked, leaving Derek alone with his thoughts.