Sleepover Cumdump - Part 3

All Characters Are 18+ And Consenting

“Get in here,” he said, voice low and seductive. “And close the door.”

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Connor stood frozen in the doorway, heart slamming against his ribs. Mr. Harlan sat on the edge of the bed, thick cock still hard in his loose fist, foreskin pulled back, head shiny with precum. The room smelled like him, like clean soap mixed with that heavy musk of a grown man jerking off.

“Close the door,” Mr. Harlan said again, voice low and even. “And fucking lock it.”

Connor stepped in and pushed the door shut. The click of the lock sounded way too loud. He could hear the faint splash and yelling from the pool outside.

Mr. Harlan didn’t move. Just stroked himself once, slow. “You know what I saw this morning, don’t you?”

Connor nodded, throat too dry to speak. 

“It smelled like a fucking whorehouse down there.” Mr. Harlan’s eyes dragged down Connor’s body, stopping at the borrowed blue trunks. “And you were right in the middle of it, ass up, covered in cum.”

Connor’s little dick pushed hard against the fabric. He couldn’t hide it.

“Come here.”

Connor walked over until he was standing between Mr. Harlan’s spread thighs. Mr. Harlan reached out, big hands grabbing the waistband and yanking the trunks down in one rough pull. Connor’s cock bobbed free, looking half the size of Mr. H’s monster. 

“Look at that tiny thing,” Mr. Harlan muttered, smirking. “No wonder the boys used the other end.”

He wrapped one hand around the back of Connor’s neck and pulled him down. Connor dropped to his knees fast, mouth already open. Mr. Harlan fed him that thick cock slow, letting Connor feel every inch stretch his lips. Connor gagged when the head hit his throat, eyes watering, but he kept going, sucking in a way to show off his skills and impress Mr. H. 

“That’s it,” Mr. Harlan groaned. “Bet you swallowed every one of your friends last night. Even Jake? Bet he fucked this mouth raw.”

Connor moaned around the shaft, nodding a little. The thought made him suck harder.

Mr. Harlan let him work for a few minutes, hand guiding Connor’s head, hips rocking gently. Then he pulled out suddenly, a string of spit connecting Connor’s lips to his fat mushroom head.

“Turn around and bend over the bed.”

Connor scrambled up, trunks still around his thighs. He bent over the mattress, ass up. Mr. H stood behind him and spread his cheeks wide with both thumbs.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “Your pussy is still leaking.” He leaned down and dragged his tongue over Connor’s hole, flat and firm. 

Connor jolted, grabbing the sheets. Mr. Harlan licked again, deeper, tasting the mix of old cum and lube from the night before. “All your buddies in here. Tyler’s thick load. Alex’s. My Jake’s.” He pushed his tongue inside again, fucking him with it slow, eating him out while Connor whimpered into the mattress, legs shaking.

Mr. Harlan stood up, wiped his mouth, spat on his cock once, lined it up, and pushed in fully in one fell swoop. Connor’s hole opened easy after everything that occurred last night, but Mr. Harlan was bigger than any of the guys…and it burned perfectly. 

He started fucking deep right away, one hand on Connor’s back, the other over his mouth to keep him quiet. Every thrust slapped skin on skin, muffled but loud in the room.

“Quiet,” Mr. Harlan growled in his ear. “We don’t want Jake and your other friends hearing his old man breed their little cumdump now do we?.”

Connor’s cock leaked onto the sheets, untouched. He pushed back greedy, taking every inch.

Mr. Harlan sped up, breathing rough. “I’m gonna cum and I want it on your face.”

He pulled out fast, spun Connor around, and shoved him to his knees again. Connor opened his mouth automatically. Mr. H jerked himself twice and unloaded thick, heavy ropes across Connor’s face, lips, cheeks, some even landing in his open mouth. It just kept coming, dripping down his chin onto his chest.

Mr. Harlan milked the last drops onto Connor’s tongue, then stepped back, breathing hard.

“Go clean up in my bathroom. And don’t miss any. I don’t want Jake knowing about this.” He nodded toward the open bathroom door. “Then get your ass back outside before they wonder where you went.”

Connor stumbled to the bathroom on shaky legs, trunks still tangled. He wiped his face with a towel, rinsed his mouth, fixed his hair best he could. A little cum stayed stuck near his temple, but he didn’t notice.

He pulled the trunks up and slipped out, looking back once at Mr. H who was smirking, then the door clicked soft behind him.

Back at the pool, he immediately descended the steps to get in fast and hide the small bulge he still had.

Jake swam over. “Dude, what took you so long? We thought you fell in.”

Connor shrugged, water up to his chest. “My piss turned into needing to shit. Sorry.”

Jake laughed, then his eyes narrowed. He reached up slowly, thumb brushing Connor’s hairline. He pulled it back and examined the wet, fresh cum shining on his finger.

Jake stared at it a second, then stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked it clean as he smirked.

“Looks like Dad had his way with you too.”

Connor’s face went bright red. He couldn’t say shit. He couldn’t even think. 

Jake just winked and swam off.

The rest of the afternoon dragged on in a secret, seductive way. Every wrestle, every dunk, someone found a way to grope him under water. Ethan pressed his hard cock against Connor’s ass and held it there, grinding slow while pretending to push him off the diving board. Tyler reached right into the back of Connor’s trunks and slid a thick finger into his loose hole, pumping twice before pulling out like nothing happened. Alex floated by and palmed Connor’s little bulge through the front and giving it a small squeeze. 

All secret. All pretending the others didn’t notice.

Later, Mr. Harlan came out shirtless in loose shorts, gut flat and hairy, and started the grill. Burgers and hot-dogs. He handed out fresh beers to the boys, eyes always finding Connor, smirking every time their gazes met.

They ate on the patio, sun beating down, everyone loose from the beer and the heat.

Tyler stretched and grinned. “Yo, we should just crash another night. Another bros night? We won’t have many more opportunities once summer is over and we all head off to different colleges.”

Everyone nodded fast. Ethan added, “Yeah, one more sleepover. We can make it one for the history books.” His eyes darted to Connor.

Smirks all around. Jake glanced at his dad.

Mr. Harlan flipped a burger, not even looking up. “Fine by me. You boys just try not to make too much noise tonight. I have to be up early tomorrow.” His eyes also slid to Connor. 

Connor’s stomach flipped, dick already twitching in the wet trunks.

“Sounds good.” He added to the chat, cock already hard for what he knew was coming.