On sofa, Don wakes up(reddit)
From Create Your Own Story
Upon waking up, even with the smallest conscience of his surroundings or situation, there was only one thing controlling Don: arousal. Not the hammering, sickening pain of the hangover, although it surely worked to dull his senses. There were few times in his life in which he had been so utterly consumed by such an immense sexual heat. No woman or wet dream had ever shaken him so much. Never had his dreams gone so far, never had he allowed himself to want so much.
Sprawled, Don could barely feel the cold remains of cum covering his black briefs, drying in a shining white stain, for he could only notice his raging dick wishing for more of that pleasure it experienced on dreams. Without thinking, he tried to reach his junk and rearrange it into a more comfortable position, but soon he lost sight of that objective and allowed himself to just fool around with his balls. That quickly evolved to jerking off, his cum stained briefs still covering him.
Still half-asleep, he vividly saw Michael's thick cock, so generous with cum, and supple ass, so timidly hiding the pink, delicate hole. Don longed to rim that ass, to stick his tongue so deep that his boy would cry in ecstasy, and felt a fire in him that could only be calmed by Michael's vicious, bestial ramming. Don wished to feel Michael's breath in his face, his moans as his son abused his old, miserable dad's body. He wished to be used, to be degraded, to be thrown in the trash where he belonged and saved when his child once more decided to be merciful.
Don moaned, slurred forbidden words, when he felt Michael's lip over his own.
That wasn't enough, though. Although he shortly stated leaking pre and could feel every vein in his dick pulsing with each heartbeat, he could not cum. "More," Don thought.
What should Don do:
