Married Man Is Turned Out

Thanks to everyone who read Parts 1 & 2, I love all the feedback!

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Once again Connor found himself in Brad's basement and felt both uncertain and excited. Earlier today Brad had finally fucked him, and it had been incredible. Only an hour ago he'd been making love to his wife, but he had felt powerless to resist coming back. His cock was rock hard and his heart was beating fast. What would he say if Sara woke up to find him missing. She'd bought the excuse of him coming over to work out earlier, but that couldn't be used again. He guessed there must be a college football game on, but he hadn't been following anything about sports all week. He'd been too busy sneaking over every moment he could to be with Brad...

Brad had greeted him at the door in only his boxers, and the door was barely closed before they were making out. Connor knew he was taking desperate risks, but he felt so alive. They kissed and ground into each other, hard cocks pinned between them. Then Brad led him back downstairs, where Connor had already done so many unimaginable things. His heart pounded and he squeezed the older man's hand.

"Want a drink?" Brad asked.

"Sure."

"I'll make it strong. Is Sara sleeping?"

"Yea," Connor said, feeling guilty. He was shocked to realize it was guilt at having sex with Sara right before this, like he'd wronged Brad somehow.

"Good, I have you all to myself. What's that look for?"

"We... We had sex tonight," Connor said, staring at the floor.

"You're cute, that's alright I don't get jealous. How was it?" Brad asked.

"Good..."

"She didn't make you cum like I made you cum though, did she?" Brad came back with a glassful of bourbon for them each. Connor accepted and took a big gulp.

"It's different," Connor said, wanting desperately to change the subject.

"Mmmhmmm, I bet you were thinking of me during it weren't you?" Brad's hand slid around Connor's back, and he began rubbing him. Then his hand slipped down to Connor's ass. "Thinking of me fucking your ass. Cumming inside of you."

Connor looked up like a deer in the headlights. Brad's eyes squinted at him and an arrogant smile greeted him. Connor felt the bourbon working, and his face flushed.

"I..."

"Come on, I want to show you something. Take off your clothes baby, get comfortable." Brad headed towards the love seat. Connor took another gulp of bourbon and followed. He set the drink down on an end table and stripped down to just his boxers. He knew he shouldn't be doing this but he felt so damn turned on.

He sat down next to Brad, who had gotten out his weed box and lit a joint. He took a puff then handed it to Connor. Connor took a few puffs, managing to only cough a little.

"Want to watch something really hot?"

"Yea" Connor said enthusiastically. Brad turned on the TV and began navigating his media server. He opened a folder called "Homemade", which had a bunch of subfolders that were just names sorted alphabetically. "Adam", "Alex", "Brian", and continuing on from there. He navigated down to one labeled "Connor" and opened it. Connors felt his blood run cold when he saw the thumbnails that popped up. One showed them sixty-nineing on the mat, one showed Connor on his knees in front of Brad, and the one that drew his eyes the most showed him on the massage table, naked, with Brad standing over him, his hands on his naked back.

Fear and anger warred in his chest. "You were filming me?" He asked.

"I film all my conquests baby, it's no big deal. I just love reliving these moments, it's just for us to watch," Brad said, and reached out to stroke Connor's thigh.

Connor felt sick, was he being blackmailed. The thumbnails began playing silently, he saw himself dropping down in front of Brad's cock, the two of them stroking each other on the love seat, and everything else they'd done playing out simultaneously.

"Conquests?" Connor heard himself asking, his voice sounded small.

"Mmmmhmmm, all the straight boys I've turned out. Admit it, you want to watch, see your face when I fingered you for the first time. Listen to the noises you make when I eat your sweet ass. Watch me fuck you." Brad had reached up and began stroking Connor through his boxers. His anger began to fade, but his fear did not. Connor was mesmerized by the TV. Then he looked up into the corner of the room that must have recorded the video of him blowing Brad, and noticed a small black box he hadn't before, or maybe had thought was a speaker.

"You have to delete these," Connor said.

"No way baby, we're gonna be watching these for years to come." Brad slipped his hand into Connor's boxers and began stroking in earnest. Years Connor thought? Was he really going to be doing this for years? Sneaking over to fuck his older neighbor. The thought thrilled him, and filled him with dread. The idea of this guilt hanging over his head for that long...

Brad selected a video and then began kissing Connor's neck as he stroked. Connor moaned, and the video began playing. It was him on the massage table. He felt self conscious seeing his body on display like this. Watching Brad massaging him, his own legs and ass twitching and shivering at the older man's touch was amazing though. Brad was sucking hard at his neck, as he rubbed a thumb over the slit of his cock. He yelped at the pleasure.

"Stop, you'll give me a hickey," Connor said.

"Mmmm, ok baby, don't want to get you in trouble." Brad laughed. He pulled Connor's face towards him and they began to kiss. It was just as passionate as he remembered. Brad seemed to want to fill his mouth, tonguing every surface, it was so dominant. Connor moaned in pleasure, and reached out to grope Brad's chest and arms. They continued like this for a while, then Brad pulled away and stripped off his boxers and helped Connor get his off.

"I want to taste her on your cock," Brad whispered huskily. Connor didn't know what the words meant at first, then he felt sick. He'd been having sex with Sara only an hour ago, and here he was cheating on her again. Before he could protest Brad was on his knees in front of him and swallowed his cock whole. This was so dirty, he was letting this man clean his cock off after he'd had sex with his wife. Connor couldn't look away, and the older man's gaze locked to his own. What was he doing? Why was he so turned on by this dirty old man? Even during sex with his wife he'd been thinking about this.

Brad released his cock, and gave it a few licks. "Mmmmm you taste so good, I love throating this married cock."

"Don't..."

"What, you don't like hearing that? Sorry I just love the effect I can have on married men who thought they were straight." With that Brad swallowed his cock again and began bobbing up and down ferociously on it. Connor groaned, despite the words that made him feel sick this felt so fucking good. He felt himself approaching climax and Brad suddenly pulled away.

"Tell me this doesn't turn you on too, sneaking around."

"I..." Connor moaned as Brad continued to stroke him. Then Brad's other hand, somehow already lubed up, reached between his legs and began massaging his hole.

"Getting your married hole teased and stretched. Having a dirty little secret with your neighbor. It's so fucking hot." Brad continued stroking, and slipped a finger inside of him. Connor's whole body jerked, the sensation was so intense. Guilt and fear faded away as the bourbon, the weed, and Brad's touch overwhelmed him.

"It's so fucking good," Connor whispered.

"Yes it is, and we can do this whenever you want. I love having you here, love feeling your body respond to mine, and love burying myself in your perfect little hole."

Connor couldn't believe how much hearing Brad's dirty words turned him on. His mind was on fire, all he wanted was for Brad to keep telling him how much he wanted him.

"More," he begged.

"I can't wait to be inside of you again, I've been thinking about it all afternoon." At this Brad pressed his finger hard into Connor's prostate. It was too much, and Connor tried to pull himself away, but Brad kept his finger firmly inside of him. "Tell me you want it too."

"I..."

"Tell me you want my big cock in your tight married ass."

"I can't..."

"I can feel it, feel your body needing mine. Just like mine needs yours, I'm so fucking hungry for you."

"Oh god..." Connor moaned, closing his eyes and sinking back.

"I want to fuck you every day, make love to your sweet young ass whenever I can, make it mine."

At that moment Connor wanted nothing else, he imagined being under this sexy man, his weight on him, his lips, his tongue filling his senses. He wanted him inside of him right now.

"Fuck me, please," Connor begged, and Brad laughed triumphantly.

"There it is, now you are turned out baby. You need my big cock." Brad yanked his finger out of Connor's ass and stood. His cock hung fat and heavy in front of Connor. "Get me ready for you."

Connor sprang forward without hesitation, grabbing Brad's cock and forcing it into his mouth. He gagged and swallowed, wanting nothing more than to please this man. His hole felt empty without Brad's finger, and his whole body was buzzing. He grasped and clung to Brad's ass as he worked his cock in and out of his mouth. Brad's groans only added to the fire he felt. He tried again and again to take Brad's full length into his throat, but couldn't manage it.

"Mmmm, so eager to please daddy's cock. You look so fucking sexy."

Connor felt so horny at those words, and tried ever harder. He pressed until he felt Brad's cock plunge deeper into his throat, his own nose buried in Brad's pubes. He breathed in through his nose, inhaling the man's aroma. He began to gag and pulled back, coughing.

"You are turning into such a good cock sucker for me. I'm gonna have you deepthroating me with ease in another week," Brad laughed. He pulled Connor to his feet and kissed him. Connor melted into his embrace, desperate for his tongue. He opened his mouth and swooned as he felt Brad's tongue force its way into his mouth. He wrestled his own tongue against it, and squeezed himself to the older man.

Brad broke away and sat down on the couch. He had the lube bottle in his hand and a mischievous grin on his face. He squeezed some lube onto his hand and stroked his cock, making it slick and shiny. Connor stared open mouthed at Brad's cock, enthralled with how fat and slippery it looked.

"I want you to ride me."

"What?" Connor asked, though he knew exactly what he meant.

"Come here." Brad pulled Connor up to him, one leg went naturally to either side of Brad's thighs, so he was kneeling, with his ass resting on Brad's lap. Connor's smaller cock bumped against Brad's glistening meat, and Brad grasped them both together in one large hand. He began stroking, the feeling of their cocks mashed together and Brad's hand squeezing made Connor moan.

"You're ready, and your ass wants it. I want you to crouch up, and take me inside of you baby, just how you want to, how you need to."

Connor flushed hearing these words, he stared at their glistening cocks, amazed how much larger and thicker Brad's was. Had he really taken that in his ass today? He was suddenly more nervous than he had been on the massage table.

"It's ok baby, remember how good it felt. Crouch up." Brad guided one of Connor's legs into position, and then the other, so Connor was crouching over the man. He leaned forward into Brad's chest, and felt Brad trace his slippery cock between his buttcheeks. A shiver of anticipation went through him, and when Brad's cockhead softly pressed against his hole he moaned.

"Oooh..."

"That's it baby, it's right there, lower yourself onto me," Brad whispered huskily.

Connor kissed Brad's shoulder, and brought a hand down behind himself to grab Brad's cock. It felt so large in his hand, unbelievably so. He rubbed it against his own hole, the sensation was incredible. He started to fall backwards, but Brad's hands caught him, supporting his ass so that he stayed balanced.

"Mmmm, your hole feels so good Connor," Brad whispered in his ear.

"Yea?" Connor wanted to hear that. He kept pressing and rubbing Brad's cock against himself. It felt agonizing, he wanted it inside of him, but it felt so large.

"Your ass was perfect today, the way I felt inside of you. I haven't cum like that in a long time."

"Oh god" Brad's words made him want to impale himself on the older man's cock.

"I can't wait to make love to you again. To see your face, hear the noises you make while you ride my cock with your sexy ass."

"Fuck... It's so big."

"Here, I've got the poppers. Take a whiff again." Connor did, and felt the same rush as before. He felt like he would slip again but Brad's strong arms supported him. One holding up his ass, and the other wrapping around his lower back.

"There you go, I got you baby," Brad whispered, then stuck his tongue in Connor's ear.

"Oooooh." It felt so good, Connor pressed down and felt Brad's cockhead begin to enter him.

"There you go, nice and relaxed. Fuck you feel good."

Connor hovered like that for a moment feeling his asshole stretching.

"There it is, come on, lower yourself onto me," Brad whispered. "Come on, be my baby."

Connor lowered himself, feeling his asshole swallowing inch after incredible inch. It felt like forever but eventually he felt himself resting on Brad's lap, fully impaled. He gasped at the sensation. He felt incredible pressure, but also so damn good.

"Fuck," Brad gasped. "You are so damn sexy, good boy."

They kissed desperately, and Connor moaned around Brad's tongue as he felt the older man gently thrust the slightest amount up and down under him. His eyes opened and he saw Brad's eyes were open as well, watching him intently. They continued like that, Connor staring into the older man's eyes, desperately kissing, and making low noises in his throat as he ground himself into Brad's lap. After a while he felt pleasure turning to a bit of pain, and winced, closing his eyes.

"Here take another hit of poppers, " Brad commanded. Connor obeyed without question and felt himself relaxing again. He flexed his shaky calves and rose up on Brad's cock, the feeling of it moving inside of him made gasp. He sank back down, wanting to feel the man's fullness again.

"Yes, just like that baby. Bounce up and down on Daddy's cock. Milk daddy's cock with your ass."

The words set him on fire, he repeated the motion, with Brad's hands supporting him, then again and again. The feeling of Brad's cock going in and out was even better than before. He felt every inch inside of him, and grunted as he rocked up and down.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh." Came out of him in a high pitched, near whine.

"That's it, fuck you feel so good."

"Yes daddy?" He was taken aback momentarily that he had just said that, but it felt so natural. Those thoughts faded as focused on please Brad's with his ass. In this moment his whole body was focused on the feeling of Brad's rigid cock inside of him, nothing else mattered.

"Fuck yes, you are so perfect. You are riding my cock so fucking good, don't stop."

"I won't."

Brad took one of Connor's nipples in his mouth and sucked at it. Connor moaned and shuddered, but kept his pace going. The combined sensation of his ass and nipples were setting him on fire. He wanted to stroke himself, but didn't think he'd be able to without cumming, and he wanted Brad to cum first. He needed to hear him groaning and filling Connor's ass.

"Oh.... ooooooooh." Escaped from Connor's throat, his breathing was getting heavy as he exerted himself on Brad's cock.

"Fuck you are so perfect, I want to fuck you forever," Brad said before kissing all over Connor's chest.

"Yes."

"Good boy, let daddy claim you, make you his."

"Yes daddy."

"Be daddy's good little slut, make him cum every day."

"Please daddy."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes... do it daddy PLEASE!" Connor was shaking from exhaustion, his face was flushed and hot, and his leg muscles were burning and quivering. But he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop until Brad came.

"Fuck, I'm gonna breed your perfect ass again. Milk daddy's cock, let him own you... FUCK!" Brad shouted and began to thrust up into Connor, and Connor collapsed onto his lap. Brad thrust up, again and again. "FUCK YES! Take my seed, take it all baby."

Connor slumped against Brad's chest, feeling proud as the older man came inside of him. He knew he'd done such a good job, his head reeled as he gasped for air, his whole body was buzzing. He shuddered and moaned as Brad's cock ground around inside of him, and then it stopped and Brad was the one breathing deeply. He was rubbing his large hands all over Connor's back.

"You did so good riding me baby. Let's make you cum."

Connor leaned in to kiss Brad, who was stroking his cock steadily. Brad's still hard cock was inside of him, filling him, and it took only a few seconds of stroking before Connor felt his orgasm coming. He exploded, almost painfully as Brad stroked him, groaning into the older man's mouth as he climaxed. Brad kept stroking his sensitive cock after he came, and he had to stop the man from continuing. He weakly grabbed at Brad's hands, moaning at the sensitivity he was feeling in his cockhead. Brad stopped stroking and reached around Connor's back, pulling him into a bear hug. He clasped Connor to him, both of them breathing in time. Connor's ass was feeling uncomfortable, but he was too weak to pull himself off of Brad.

"You are so fucking perfect," Brad whispered, kissing his neck.

Connor's whole body felt warm. He simply lay on Brad as the older man stroked his back and kissed him. He felt so safe and comfortable. The weed, boozer, and poppers had made his mind into mush.

"Want to stay the night?" Brad asked.

That sobered Connor up a bit, why would he ask that? Brad knew Connor couldn't stay, he had to get home to Sara. The thought of Sara made him feel nervous. What time was it? He opened his eyes, his ass was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Brad's cock in it. He looked awkwardly at Brad, then started to try to lift himself up.

"I..." He mumbled.

"Come upstairs, I can show you my bedroom," Brad whispered, squeezing Connor's ass.

"I gotta go... home," Connor managed. He pulled his body up, and painfully felt Brad's cock slip out of him. It made a wet noise as it slapped down against Brad's leg.

"Mmmm, you're pretty messed up baby. I think you should stay." Brad pulled Connor to him, kissing him again. The kiss felt so soft and cozy, Connor wanted to melt into the man, but his heart was beating fast, knowing he had to get home. He pulled away and stood shakily off the love seat.

"I gotta... sleep."

"Ok baby, let's get you dressed." Brad helped him gather his clothes and get dressed, groping and squeezing him every chance he had.

Connor stumbled up the stairs, nearly toppled over putting on his shoes, then stepped outside. The cold evening air woke him up a bit, and he glanced at his watch to see what time it was. Nearly midnight, shit hopefully Sara hadn't noticed he left. Suddenly he felt Brad's hands on him, spinning him around to face him. He realized Brad was only in gym shorts, his bare chest exposed to the night air, nipples standing erect. Connor was staring at the man's nipples, wondering what they would feel like in his mouth.

"I loved tonight," Brad said, his hands on Connor's hips. Connor wondered what someone walking by would think, but he knew people weren't out this late. He loved the feeling of the man's strong hands on him, the booze and weed had him buzzing, and he pressed his cock naughtily into Brad's.

"Mmmm, I guess you did too huh?" Brad asked, then leaned in to kiss him. Connors felt himself giving in, but after two seconds he realized where he was and pushed the older man away. He swung his head to scan the street but he felt dizzy looking around that quickly. He reached a hand out to steady himself and felt Brad supporting him.