The apartment door clicked shut behind Jake, twenty-five and still carrying the smell of the road on him. His dad, Mike, fifty and built like he still lifted every day, stood in the kitchen doorway with a beer in one hand. No hello. Just that look.
“Strip,” Mike said, voice low and rough. “Been waiting too long for this shit.”
Jake dropped his bag. He peeled off his shirt, kicked off his boots, shoved his jeans and briefs down in one motion.
His cock was already half-hard, thick and curving up. Mike set the beer down and crossed the room, grabbing Jake by the back of the neck and yanking him into a hard kiss. Tongues slid wet and filthy, Mike’s stubble scraping Jake’s chin.
“On your knees, boy,” Mike growled against his mouth. “Show me how much you missed this dick.”
Jake sank down fast. Mike unzipped, pulled out his heavy cock, fat and veined, already leaking. Jake opened wide and took it straight to the back of his throat. Mike’s hand fisted in his hair, hips thrusting shallow at first then deeper, fucking his mouth with short, dirty strokes.
“That’s it. Choke on it. Get it sloppy.” Spit ran down Jake’s chin onto his chest. Mike pulled out, slapped his wet cock across Jake’s face, then shoved back in. “Gonna fill that throat later. Right now I want that ass.”
He hauled Jake up, spun him around, and bent him over the kitchen table. Cold wood under Jake’s chest. Mike kicked his legs apart, spit on his hole, and worked two thick fingers in without warning. Jake groaned, pushing back.
“Still tight for me. Good boy.” Mike added a third finger, scissoring hard, stretching him open. Jake’s cock dragged against the table edge, leaking a steady string. Mike pulled his fingers out, lined up, and sank his cock in with one long push.
“Fuck!” Jake’s voice cracked. Mike didn’t wait. He gripped Jake’s hips and started pounding, balls slapping, the wet sound of every thrust filling the room. “Take it. Take every inch of your dad’s cock.”
Jake braced on the table, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Mike reached around, wrapped a callused hand around Jake’s dick, and stroked him rough and fast. “You’re gonna come on my cock like the filthy son you are.”
Jake’s orgasm hit sudden and sharp, shooting across the table and floor. His ass clenched tight around Mike, who swore, slammed in deep, and unloaded with thick pulses Jake could feel. Mike stayed buried, grinding slow while he caught his breath.
They didn’t move for a minute. Then Mike pulled out, turned Jake around, and kissed him again, slower but still hungry.
“Bedroom,” Mike said. “I’m not done with you tonight.”
Jake followed, already getting hard again. The door shut behind them.
