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Curling his fingers over the edge of the desk, Stiles had let out a rough gasp, "D-Dad."
He had met with his father after hours and before long they had both shut the blinds of his office and locked the door. Only one deputy was on duty, just a few feet outside the office, manning the phones. But he felt the way his fathers hand had tightened around his hip, and that was all the warning Stiles had needed to remember to be quiet. He pressed his face into the wood, and the papers still littering the top, to muffle the whines threatening to come out of his throat.
His father had pulled back slightly, his hands going back to their light caresses on his sides, and Stiles couldn't stop himself from rolling up into the outer edge of his fathers work desk. The flat surface collided with his hardness, sending a streak of pleasure up his spine. It was the friction he needed, with his old man taking his time, but he was halted once more when those large hands had grabbed at his hips to physically keep him from humping the desk.
"Are you going to be a good boy for your father?"
Sucking in the sudden flush of heat that came to him, Stiles had to swallow down three times to keep from moaning out and alerting the deputy to their activities. To keep this thing between them secret. "Yes." Stiles breathed out just below a whisper, once he was sure he could.
Lips were suddenly at the back of his neck, and he swiveled his head to the side so he could see his dad. His uniform was ruffled from their earlier make-out session, but that was the only oddity to the man behind him. He felt his erection brush at the backs of his thighs and buttocks when either of them moved. And as soon as he'd promised to be good, a hand had weaved to the front of his pants, unclasping the button and pulling the zipper free. On the way down, those slender fingers had dragged over Stiles clothed boner, catching the younger man off guard and making him moan that time.
The tease.
Instead of another warning or a shush to quiet down, his father had just kept going, pushing down his pants and underwear. He felt a chill when the air his his now exposed ass, and that time he did have to clamp down to keep his whimper to their small enclosure. He was turned on just by doing this outside of the privacy and safety of their home. So much so that it took most of his willpower not to cry out and start begging his Daddy to pound into him with his big, thick cock.
Though, he settled back when he had heard the metal clack of his fathers belt buckle being undone, and then mercifully, he felt the fat spongey head of his fathers dick resting at his puckered opening.
"Are you ready, Stiles? You ready to take on my dick. I know you can do it, boy."
Stiles cleared his vision, is one eye carefully watching the concentrated expression cross over his fathers features. "Yes Da-Dad."
He pressed forward, his hands holding Stiles in place, while his sons mouth dropped open on a silent scream. His rectum wasn't exactly tight, as it gave way the further inside that penis went, but his father was very well endowed. And when it began to hurt, Stiles tried to wrench away.
"Christ-" He broke out in a huff, before shaking his head. "I-I can't. You're too...It's so big, Dad."
There was a soothing touch to his back, accompanied by his dads gentle tone. "You can do this. You've got this. Relax, son."
With his mouth still open, pulling in ragged breaths while drool leaked out from the corner to soak the papers, his eyes closed and he listened to his father. As he exhaled slowly, his body opened up more to allow his fathers cock to slip farther inside. He was being filled up, he felt dizzy with want. And he moaned out for his father, once he felt the familiar sensation of the older mans pelvic bone and abdomen muscles tucked up against his ass cheeks.
"Good. That's a good boy."
The papers crinkled as he nodded his head at the praise. His cheeks had tinted pink and he groaned loudly when he felt that dick pull out about of quarter of its size only to push right back in. "It's so good. It feels so good, Dad." Stiles droned on, as his father set a slow pace.
Stiles did try to stifle his noises, not wanting the lone deputy to catch them, but the pleasure was too great to care about those trivial things. Whatever that guys name was, Dudley, Drake, Dickson...Mm dick; Stiles thought in his head as his father's penis rammed back inside, hitting just the right spot. He was hard between his legs, as pre-cum trickled from his slit to drip down to the floor.
"Yes. I knew it. I knew you could take my cock raw, Stiles. I'm so proud of you, my boy. My good good boy." He rumbled out, groaning himself when Stiles slammed his hips back to push his penis deeper inside. "Ssshit." His father gasped, his hand coiling around his hip and encircling Stile's prick.
"Oh god, dad." Stiles yelled out into the table top.
He swept up his pre-cum onto his fingers, smearing it over the head of his penis and down his shaft. Then he proceeded to pump his cock in time with his thrusts. Stiles was still meeting his movements as their bodies rocked together.
"Good. You're so good. You're so hot like this, my sweet boy."
Stiles tensed, his hands gripping more firmly to the wooden sides, when it didn't take his dad long at all to bring him right to the height of his climax, and he bit into his bottom lip. "Dad, dad, dad. I'm-I'm going..." Stiles muttered, before his words died abruptly, his back arched and he was unspooling underneath his father. He came hard, his thick creamy sperm landing on the side of the desk and dribbling to the floor below.