Alex showed up at the house in his usual ripped black jeans and faded band tee, silver rings on every finger and a fresh lip ring glinting under the porch light. Nineteen, tall and lean with ink crawling up both arms, he looked nothing like the clean-cut college guys who usually took babysitting gigs. The dad, Marcus, opened the door in a tight gray t-shirt that stretched across his chest. He was thirty-five, built from years of construction work, short dark hair, and a look that said he didn’t waste time on bullshit.
“Kid’s already asleep,” Marcus said, stepping aside. “Should be an easy night. Beer’s in the fridge if you want one.”
Alex nodded, trying not to stare at the way Marcus’s forearms flexed when he grabbed his keys. He’d been babysitting for Marcus twice a week for a month now, and every time the older man came home the air felt thicker. Alex had never been with a guy before, not really, just some clumsy handjobs in dorm rooms that left him frustrated and hard. But Marcus made his cock twitch just by walking past.
Two hours later the front door clicked open again. Marcus came in smelling like sweat and beer, shirt damp at the collar. He kicked off his boots and headed straight for the kitchen. Alex followed, heart hammering.
“Want one?” Marcus asked, pulling two bottles from the fridge without waiting for an answer.
They drank standing at the counter. Conversation stayed light until Marcus set his bottle down and looked straight at Alex.
“You keep staring at me like you want something,” he said, voice low and direct. “You ever sucked cock before, kid?”
Alex’s face burned but his dick hardened instantly. “No,” he answered, honest and blunt. “Never done anything with a guy.”
Marcus stepped closer, crowding him against the counter. “You want to tonight?”
“Yeah.” Alex’s voice came out rough. “I want it.”
Marcus didn’t waste time with more talk. He grabbed Alex by the back of the neck and pulled him into a hard kiss, tongue pushing straight in. Alex moaned into it, hands fumbling at Marcus’s belt. The older man broke the kiss only to yank his own shirt off, then shoved Alex’s jeans down to his thighs. Alex’s cock sprang free, already leaking.
“On your knees,” Marcus ordered.
Alex dropped. Marcus’s cock was thick, veined, already half-hard when he pulled it out. Alex opened his mouth and took the head in, tasting salt and skin. Marcus didn’t go easy. He thrust forward, feeding Alex more until the head bumped the back of his throat. Alex gagged but didn’t pull off, eyes watering as he tried to take it deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Marcus grunted. “First time sucking dick and you’re already drooling for it.”
Alex worked his tongue along the shaft, one hand stroking what he couldn’t fit. Marcus grabbed his hair and started fucking his mouth in short, steady strokes. Spit ran down Alex’s chin. His own cock throbbed untouched between his legs.
After a few minutes Marcus pulled out. “Up. Pants off. Bend over the table.”
Alex scrambled to obey, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. He leaned over the kitchen table, ass up. Marcus spat into his hand and rubbed it over Alex’s hole, then pressed one thick finger inside. Alex hissed at the burn but pushed back, wanting more.
“Relax,” Marcus said, working the finger in and out. “You’re gonna take my cock tonight.”
He added a second finger, stretching Alex open with rough, efficient movements. Alex’s cock dragged against the edge of the table, smearing precum. When Marcus finally pulled his fingers free and pressed the head of his cock against Alex’s hole, Alex pushed back without being told.
Marcus sank in slow at first, then drove the rest of the way with one thrust. Alex cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. Marcus didn’t stop. He started fucking him hard, hips slapping against Alex’s ass, one hand gripping his hip and the other reaching around to jerk his cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus growled. “Taking your first dick like a slut already.”
Alex could only moan, pushing back to meet every thrust. The table creaked under them. Marcus’s cock hit deep, rubbing that spot inside Alex that made his legs shake. He came first, shooting across the floor with a broken sound while Marcus kept pounding him.
Marcus lasted another minute, then pulled out and painted Alex’s lower back with hot stripes of cum. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard.
Marcus wiped him down with a kitchen towel, then turned him around and kissed him again, slower this time.
“Same time next week,” he said. “And you’re staying after the kid’s asleep from now on.”
Alex nodded, already half-hard again at the thought. His first time had been exactly what he needed: raw, messy, and over the kitchen table with the dad who paid him to watch his kid. He pulled his jeans back on, lip ring catching the light as he smirked.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
