Mr. Herman thought for a moment, and then nodded. It wasn’t until they were in his office discussing what to do that Max realized what he’d just done…and that he liked it. It was a rush, maneuvering around Julian, plotting with Mr. Herman what to do and when. He offered Aaron up, and Mr. Herman was all too happy to fire him as well, and when he asked whether the project could do without Marco (Mr. Herman just never trusted him, you see) Max found himself agreeing. He’d saved himself. He’d saved himself, and he left early for the day to beat the traffic, and he drove home, and he marched into his apartment, and Junior was waiting for him, wearing just his briefs.
“You know, I didn’t think you’d really do it, but you–”
Max strode to him and shoved him up against the wall, pushing as much of their bodies together as he could. “You were…a very naughty boy, today.”
“Oh Daddy, I’m a naughty boy every day. You knew that already. In fact, I think that might be one of the things you like best about me, because I know how to make you feel like a naughty, naughty daddy, too.” He leaned into Max’s ear with the final words, feeling him shudder and grind his crotch forward. “I’m proud of you though. Today, why, you did a good thing. A necessary thing, isn’t that right?”
“R-Right…”
“After all, it was us or them. It was cut some fat, or come home jobless, without me. You just did what you had to do. Although, I think you liked it too, didn’t you? It was surprising, but wielding that power, it felt good…”
Max didn’t say anything, he just groaned softly, and pushed his mouth to his neck, biting softly, and then pushed himself away. “Oh god, what the fuck. I don’t…”
He turned away from his stepson, and Junior hugged him from behind, his arms reaching down, probing into his pants. He let him, felt him unbuckle his belt and drop them to the floor, one hand in his underwear stroking his cock, and he could feel it. It was hot and pounding. It was…growing. He looked down and saw it lengthen in Junior’s hand as he stroked it, until it stopped at nearly seven inches. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? I gave you what you wanted, not I think its time you give me what I need, daddy. I need a fuck. I need your cum in my hole. I want you daddy, I want you to fuck me with your big, thick cock.”
“No…No, I can’t. It’s not right…”
“Did you think I was going to take no for an answer, daddy?”
Junior pulled him backwards, he tripped in his pant legs and fell, his stepson guiding him to the floor. Before he could roll over, Junior was straddling him, his briefs just…gone, and Max just stared at him, unable to look away. Junior licked a finger, reached around and probed his hole gently, and then squatted down, lowering himself on his stepfather’s cock. Hot. It was hot and wet and as soon as the head had slid inside he thrust up, pushing into him, no longer able to say no. No longer wanting to say no, and Junior rode him, teased him for what felt like hours, bringing him to the edge and always pulling away just as he was about to explode, until Max was begging and pleading with him to give him release. Finally, both of them sweaty, and panting, he allowed Max over the edge, and he pumped his cum deep into his stepson’s hole, groaning and moaning as he did. He didn’t think he could take anymore, but when Junior pulled himself free and beckoned him over, he came, sucking on his cock until he came as well.
“Yes daddy, that’s very good. I think this is going to work out just fine for both of us. Now why don’t you go on to bed–you’ve had a very long day, and you need your rest for tomorrow. After all, you want to be the one to break the news, right? To see the looks on their faces?”
Max just nodded, licking his stepson’s cum from his lips. He stood up, shaky, and stumbled to his room, where he barely managed to undress before falling into bed. The last thing he remembered, or that he thought he remembered, was Junior in the doorway, staring at him. Or maybe it wasn’t Junior at all. And then he fell asleep, and didn’t wake up again until his phone alarm started blaring from the pocket of his suit the next morning.
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