Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 22:44:59 +0000 From: Mr M Subject: While My Dad Sleeps I hope you enjoy this one-shot, all you sexy, horny people! Nifty is a great source of incredible work, let's keep it here for years to come! Please check out some of my other work on Amazon: * Lockdown With Step-Daddy * Shy Stepson: Doctor's Orders * Booty Banquet: Summit of Kings. As always, feel free to email me: @mrmfiction@gmail.com One-Shot Stories: While My Dad Sleeps. `Can you... can you pass me another can?' slurred Jeff, the rugged and hairy middle-aged man sat comfortably on the only armchair in the living room. The grey leather armchair usually had a tan, thick-knit cushion propped up upon it; however, tonight it was haphazardly laying on the floor beside it. Jeff had no use for the cushion and for some reason, thought it appropriate to dump the piece of furnishing aside as if it was a spare part. The house -- which Jeff was getting sozzled in -- belonged to his cherished friend, Peter and shared by Peter's son, Alfie. The older man had short brown hair, stubble and a feature of many men in their later years: a typical, dad-bod beer belly. At first glance, most would think he was a troublesome brute with his imposing stature and consistent grumpy expression painted across his face, but Peter and Alfie knew different, they knew him to be a kind-hearted old softy. Alfie and Peter were sitting comfortably on the matching grey leather sofa and they were all enjoying a night of catching up and drinking: the latter of which they had done a lot of. `Here.' Peter sat up and grabbed a can of beer from the wooden coffee table that was already littered with a good few empty cans, and stretched his arm out towards Jeff who reached for thirst-quenching beer in a flash. `Thanks, man.' winked Jeff as he relaxed back into his seat. His gaze crossed over the wide smart TV that Peter had not long purchased. Neither Peter or Jeff had chosen anything in particular to watch as they were more focused on guzzling back as much beer as they could. When the TV booted up, it remained on the last channel Peter had watched and an action movie was currently being shown in all its HD glory. `No problem. Are you still drinking, son?' asked Peter, who was middle-aged also and as rugged and hairy as Jeff. Peter had the same dad bod as his close friend but his own beer belly wasn't as prominent. Peter had dark blonde hair, which coincidentally matched with his son, Alfie, and a nice beard which sat perfectly on his face. `Yeah!' yelled Alfie in a friendly tone. The nineteen-year-old man was enjoying the lads night he was invited to join. The young student didn't have many straight male friends. From his experience, the only topics they tended to bring up were women, football, women, booze and women. Three topics of conversation that Alfie could do without. But, his dad -- and his dad's good, long time friend, Jeff -- were both different. Different in that they didn't drone on and on about subjects considered to be male priorities, instead they spoke of many interesting things and because of that, Alfie found great joy in spending time with both of them. `How proud were you when Alfie came out, Pete?' Jeff had one eye shut, trying to stop the room from spinning and to make it easier to focus on Peter, who was also spinning slightly, at least from Jeff's point of view. Alfie choked on his beer as the realisation of the question Jeff asked his dad began to sink in. He always thought of himself as gay but never felt comfortable embracing his sexuality, let alone talk about it. It was early on during his first year at university that he felt brave enough to own who he was and share that part of himself with everyone else. Shortly after that, he came out to his dad when he arrived back home for a weekend break. `As proud as ever!' Peter smiled at Alfie, `Knowing the man you raised all these years will forever live a happy life,' Peter raised his can in the air, `is the best thing a dad could ask for.' The bearded daddy took a few big gulps, finishing off the last of his current can and -- without hesitation -- opened up another. `Aw, that's nice. So, got a boyfriend yet?' asked Jeff. The pair of older men peered at Alfie with inquisitive eyes. They were interested in Alfie's life and they knew since he had come out, that there shouldn't be any problems discussing such things. `Do you?' Peter repeated Jeff's question. `No, I don't.' he answered confidently and without pause for thought, `Do you guys even care about that?' `I don't care in a nosey way, son.' `Me neither.' interrupted Jeff. `I just want to know you're going out there and meeting guys and...' `And Fucking guys.' interrupted Jeff again, he took a huge swig of his warm can of beer as Peter flashed him a questionable look. `Ok, I'm fucking guys. You happy?' Peter and Jeff erupted into whoops and cheers for the admission of the previously thought non-existant sex life. `Dicks.' laughed Alfie. `No, I'm glad you're getting some action!' said Peter, taking yet another large drink from an equally warm can of beer. By this point, both he and Jeff had lost count of the number of cans they had drunk. Not that they cared, they were enjoying a couple of days off work and Jeff was always welcome to sleep on the sofa for those times he got too drunk to drive home. `At least one of us is, eh Pete?' `Too right. Enjoy it son.' `My bitch wife uses sex as fucking weapon. If I do anything to annoy her, the tiniest thing,' he said with his thumb and index finger pressed together, nothing but the smallest gap between them, `she takes sex off the table for a couple days.' `Damn. So how long have you been going without, mate?' Peter asked from an experienced perspective, as he too was denied the pleasure of sex from Alfie's mother, a woman who had long removed herself from the picture that was their family. `God knows.' sighed Jeff, `She's lucky I haven't gone and cheated on her with some broad who would gladly suck me off!' `Too right. Ah, mate, just get her some roses, some chocolates and she'll melt on your cock in no time.' laughed Peter as he slapped his knee with his free hand. `I'll have to keep that in mind.' Jeff took another sip of beer, enjoying its taste even though it was warm, `You're lucky, Alfie, I doubt any man would give you the same problems. All men, no matter what anyone says, are just primal animals that need to sink their cocks deep in something warm, wet and tight!' `Hear, hear.' Peter was laughing still, Jeff usually could talk about sex for hours, but the dad found it to be exceptionally amusing because his son was new to hearing such things from Jeff's mouth. He knew also that women -- and sex with women -- wasn't usually the top of Alfie's conversation list, but a quick and subtle glance over his son's face told him everything he wanted to know; that the topic wasn't so off-putting for his son as he might've first thought. `So,' Jeff slammed his now empty can on the coffee table and grabbed yet another one from the dwindling stack, `enough about us old guys and our pathetic sex lives...' `Speak for yourself there, mate.' scoffed Peter jokingly. `Who are you fucking?' asked Jeff, the sound of beer frothing out of the can filled the short silence that followed. `Oh, you know, just some guys.' he alluded. `Is it that George I've seen on the college website? The football guy?' `No, daddy. It isn't.' `But I bet you'd like him to fuck you, eh? He's not bad looking at all.' teased Peter. `Oh, what about Tommy?' asked Jeff, throwing another name into the mix. `No, he dropped out last year.' answered Alfie, who was surprised to be finding this little guessing game quite exciting. `He did? Toby then?' Peter said with a final guess. `I know his dad and uncle well,' stated Jeff, `The uncle works with us in the factory.' `Oh yeah, his brother is that rich prick who works in a bank?' the dad slurred. `Yeah, he is a bit of a prick.' Jeff stated angrily. `It's not George, it's not Tommy and it's not Toby, ok. They're no one special. Here, have a beer, daddy.' he gently tossed a can into his dad's lap, which ensured it didn't give Peter's manhood a hard whack as it landed. `Aw, you sweet little teenager, you.' Jeff gushed in jest, `He still calls you `'daddy''.' `Yeah, I know right.' acknowledged Peter as he rubbed his hand amongst Alfie's thick hair, `I like it though. Wouldn't have it any other way.' `Well, here's to us... because why the hell not!' guffawed a drunken Jeff, making a toast to the three of them. Alfie wasn't one for getting blackout drunk, so he had paced himself all night, giving himself time to recover if he felt unwell. Pete and Jeff, on the other hand, had a goal tonight and that was to get wasted. Something they were achieving. Peter began to lay back on the sofa, staring off into the ceiling -- envisioning god knows what -- while Jeff had one leg over the armrest and was listening to Peter as he rambled on about women using sex as a bargaining chip against their husbands, a ramble that Jeff found wholly amusing. With his dad speaking incoherently and drifting off to sleep, Alfie carefully slipped off the sofa lest he disturb his daddy and grabbed a couple of empty cans that were scattered around for the bin. `I'll be back in a minute, just going to get rid of these.' he said as he raised the crumpled cans slightly to show Jeff what he was referring to. `And when you get back,' Jeff struggled to speak, `you're having another!' `Ok, deal.' he replied with hushed volume. Jeff cracked open another can loudly and it luckily didn't disturb Peter from the beginning of his drunken slumber. The older man was having a great time chilling and drinking with his best friend and his son, but much like Peter must've done, he could feel his eyelids begin to get heavy. He attempted to stave off the desire to sleep as he was a man of determination, if he opened a can of beer, he sure as hell was going to finish it. Alfie walked into the cosy kitchen after flicking the light switch outside the room and quickly disposed of the cans in the recycling bin. Their kitchen always brought a smile to the twink's face, partly because he had a hand in helping Peter with the colour scheme and placement of kitchen cabinets and appliances, also because he enjoyed preparing a good old-fashioned meal for the pair of them a couple of nights a week. He headed out of the kitchen -- remembering to switch off the light as he left -- and made his way upstairs, carefully making sure not to press his foot on the fourth step which had a terrible tendency to creak, after all, for what he had planned, his dad needed to remain asleep. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he made his way across the dark landing until he reached his bedroom, which was the door furthest from the stairs. He entered quietly and darted across his double bed to switch a lamp on, but not before he managed to stub his toe against the wooden leg of the bed. With his room lit up thanks to the tall black lamp sitting on the small bedside cabinet, Alfie was able to see clearly. As he sat on his bed, rubbing his stubbed toe, he thought about his plan once more. A plan that he had devised a few days ago when Peter told him that Jeff would be coming over for drinks and perhaps even staying the night. It all depended on his dad staying asleep, or at the very least, remaining so belligerently drunk that he wouldn't be able to lift his head. There was one major requirement for the plan to succeed, Jeff had to accept his role in it. The twink threw himself against his memory foam mattress and sighed in deliberation. He thought to himself that it was crazy, stupid and maybe even dangerous to carry out such a plan. If he got caught, or if Jeff alerted Peter to the goings-on then who knows what would happen? A metaphorical lightbulb proceeded to shine bright above the twinks head as he remembered something. Jeff, himself said that he had gone through an extended period without any sexual relations, going as far as to say that he would be willing to have an affair just to enjoy a blowjob. With that realisation, Alfie practically jumped to his feet and began to strip down to his tight, black boxer briefs. His plain white tee with blue upturned sleeves was hastily thrown across his bed, as was his dark navy skinny jeans and socks. He caught himself in the mirror that leaned against a wall in his room and took a moment to admire himself. His taut, lean yet toned body was an arousing sight, even for Alfie. The act of just gazing at his reflection amassed a semi-erection effortlessly. He ran his fingers along the center of his torso and groped his growing bulge. Within a few seconds of cupping his cock and balls, he was at full mast. Looking down to his crotch in the reflection caused Alfie to smirk cheekily to himself as his tight boxers had formed a tent around his erection to fight against the protruding piece of man meat. He snapped back to reality and remembered there was a reason for him to be in nothing but his underwear. Alfie looked directly into his blue eyes and exhaled sharply before inhaling deep. With his courage built up to an all-time high, he proceeded to exit his bedroom and head back downstairs. He walked through the short hallway and before he knew it, he was in the living room. It was as if he had blacked out because he couldn't remember taking the few dozen steps between the two rooms. A glance towards the sofa confirmed that his dad was thankfully still asleep and when he raised his gaze towards Jeff, he found that his daddy's friend had fallen asleep also. Alfie crept around to the back of the armchair that had lulled Jeff into a beautiful slumber and exhaled quietly through shaky breaths. He placed his hands on Jeff's shoulders and pushed them down the palm-tree-printed shirt that he was wearing, feeling Jeff's meaty dad bod as he did so. Sensing no stir from Jeff, the nineteen-year-old twink pushed his hands further down. He passed Jeff's beer belly -- which Alfie found to be incredibly attractive -- and continued to push his slender hands down until he reached Jeff's manhood. His hand was slowly gripping around the jean-concealed crotch when Jeff woke up with a startle and grabbed Alfie's hand. `Huh, wha... Alfie? What are you doing?' Jeff seemed to not be so drunk anymore, not completely sober but sober enough to string together an intelligible sentence. `What?' asked Alfie with a whisper, easily freeing his wrist from Jeff's vice-like grip and going back to grabbing the bulge hidden beneath dark indigo jeans, `C'mon, you said you wanted a blowjob.' `What? Alfie, we can't do this.' he sighed in pleasure. `I don't think your cock seems to mind.' he teased seductively. Alfie slowly moved around the armchair until he was in front of Jeff, `He's asleep, drunk, he's not gonna wake up anytime soon.' he said about his dad. Alfie stood unashamedly in front of his dad's life long friend, wearing nothing but boxer briefs which showcased his twink body perfectly. `Alfie, stop it.' said a flustered Jeff, attempting to fight off the immediately born desire to have his dick sucked by Alfie's willing mouth. `I've wanted to do this for a while now. When daddy told me you were coming over tonight, I decided I would do this.' Alfie brushed his legs against Jeff's and sat on his lap. `Do what?' he asked, already knowing the answer. `I've been wanking to this scenario. Me, sitting on your lap, just as I'm doing. You, acting all shy and nervous about the situation. Your cock getting harder and harder as I grind my ass down upon it.' he whispered as he began to slowly circle his pert behind around what felt like Jeff's substantially endowed cock. `Alfie, your dad is right there!' Jeff pointed to Peter, who was now snoring away. `I know, It's hot.' Alfie slowly unbuttoned the older man's palm-tree-printed shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. The heavily hairy chest became visible and Alfie basked in its manly glory by rubbing his hands through it and groping the meaty pecs with slight force. Motions that made Jeff's eyes roll back in his head as he fought the urge to allow himself to enjoy and actively engage with the actions the skinny twink was performing. `Hot?' said a breathless and slightly worried Jeff. `C'mon, I want that fat cock inside me, please. Pretty please?' begged Alfie. `Fuck.' Jeff contemplated for a brief moment, possible scenarios racing through his head, if Peter was to wake up now and see Alfie sitting on his lap in his underwear and with him near topless, it would cause enough damage to their friendship that they might never speak again, but Jeff was too damn horny to care. `I'm not gonna fuck you Alfie.' said Jeff, Alfie looked saddened and quite shocked, he began to move off of Jeff's lap but the older man grabbed him and pulled him close, `not before you work my cock, you horny bitch.' Alfie hopped off Jeff's lap faster than the duration of a single lightning bolt in the night sky and crouched in between the elder man's thighs, `You want my dick?' asked Jeff. `Yeah!' he gasped. `Go on then, get it out.' Jeff instructed with a smile. `Just try to be quiet, ok?' `I'll try.' reassured Alfie while a grin appeared across his face, he was delighted to have gotten his way. Alfie undid Jeff's jean button and the hairy-chested man helped him to pull the worn-down jeans and underwear past his knees. His dick sprung up into the air as soon as it was freed from its cotton prison and the cooped-up natural, musky odour filled the horny twinks nostrils as he breathed in deep for an extended amount of time. Jeff's dick wasn't the longest in the world, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in thickness. Besides, to Alfie, a cock was a cock. Even if Jeff's cock was a feeble excuse of a prick, he would not have complained. The experience he was shortly going to live through was about more than Jeff's cock, it was about the thrill of seducing his dad's friend, it was about showing off his smooth, twinky body and it was about being with a man twice his age for the first time. `Fuck.' whispered Alfie as he grabbed Jeff's cock and wanked it gently at first, just to get a good feel for it. He played with the slacked foreskin, pulling it as far down as it could go and then back up to the dickhead, hiding it in the loose skin. `You like playing with my dick, don't you?' `What do you think?' asked Alfie as he took the thick cock into his mouth. `Oh, hmm.' moaned Jeff, enjoying the pleasure the blowjob was creating. Alfie began his attempt at deep-throating Jeff, it was a sexual activity that he wasn't that great at performing as of yet, or so he thought. He knew how to use his tongue and lips to envelop the tasty dicks, but his main problem was taking the cock far down his throat. Fucking, he could take a dick as far up his ass as it could go, but down his throat, well, Rome wasn't built in a day. Amid his attempt, he gagged quite loudly, it was a recognisable noise to those that had heard it before, so both men quickly looked towards Peter who was still snoring away. `Thank god.' laughed Jeff quietly, `Practice makes perfect, baby, no rush.' `Ok.' smiled Alfie, happy with the reassurance Jeff gave him. `Don't forget my nuts, Alfie.' `Yes sir!' he squealed, wiping away tears from his glistening blue eyes that gagging had brought on. While wanking the thick rod, Alfie slowly lowered his face down to Jeff's balls and sniffed them. Enjoying the smell as much as he did, it wasn't long before his tongue had emerged from his mouth and was licking at Jeff's furry man eggs. `Uh, yes.' moaned Jeff, he was in heaven. He couldn't remember the last time his wife had bunkered down on his crotch and satisfied him with her mouth and tongue. He never really enjoyed her blowjobs anyway, but he always believed a bad blowjob was better than no blowjob at all. Alfie sucked on a single ball with care, he looked up with wide eyes and met the `'daddy's'' own big, brown eyes as he sighed in comforting pleasure. While a single hairy ball gently rolled inside the young twink's mouth, Alfie wanked on Jeff's cock hard and fast, compensating for not sucking it. Alfie received a little fright when he felt Jeff's hand rest atop his head, perhaps stupidly thinking it was his dad trying to yank him away. It dawned on him yet again that it was a precarious situation he had created. He knew that if he was going to get fucked, it had to be now. For a final tasting of Jeff's meaty manhood, Alfie took the throbbing cockhead into his mouth and sucked on it hard, enjoying the small amount of precum that was produced. Once he removed the cock from his mouth he wiped it all over his face, a move that excited Jeff. `You little slut.' he moaned. `You know it.' Alfie winked at Jeff, stood up and began to pull down his underwear. But, before his cock and balls said hello to the older man, Jeff stopped him by grabbing his slender waist. `Listen, that was hot, really hot but what you're thinking... it's another level altogether.' Jeff wanted nothing more than to fuck -- and possibly breed -- Alfie's delicious looking ass, but for his own sake, he at least wanted to give off the impression he was questioning it happening. `Are you saying you don't want this?' Alfie pulled his underwear down in one quick motion, easily breaking free from Jeff's feeble grip, he turned around slowly, showing off his ass. The cute perky butt was a sight that made Jeff smile warmly, he was extremely flattered that he was found to be attractive enough to warrant such attention from a young stud. True, Jeff wouldn't class himself as gay and he never thought he should. He was confident enough in his sexuality -- whatever that may be -- to think of some men as good looking and he had most certainly seen round bubble butts belonging to jock-like guys that he would fuck in a heartbeat, even just for the experience of doing so. Alfie pulled his cheeks apart and his tight, pink hole with a dusting of blonde hair became visible to Jeff. The twink relished in the cold air that glided over his exposed hole. He knew that if they had more time set aside, not just the length of time determined by how long Peter remained out cold, Alfie would have suggested Jeff tried eating the pretty hole, an act the slutty lad loved. In uni, when he hooked up with guys, he would find himself turned off greatly if they outright refused to sample his tasty cakes. `Fuck, I do.' Jeff grabbed both cheeks and played with them in his hands, `But not here, we were lucky that Peter didn't wake up while you were giving me a blowjob, but fucking you here, you're not exactly quiet when my dick is in you.' Jeff was referencing the loud, sloppy blowjob he had thoroughly enjoyed, as well as the few times Alfie gagged uncontrollably. `Well, you'll just have to shut me up some other way.' said Alfie as he turned back to Jeff and slid onto his lap once more. He grabbed Jeff's hands and placed them harshly on his fine ass, the action caused Jeff to spank the cheeks lightly as a result. `Spread them for me. You're fucking me Jeff.' he said with a naughty grin. `Fuck, fine.' he sighed, feigning defeat. Jeff let go of Alfie's cheeks and with one hand, he positioned his cock at Alfie's entrance and pushed in, Alfie helped out by sitting down on it once he felt the thick cock begin to penetrate his ass. `Uh, Jeff.' whined Alfie. `Shh. You wanted this, now take it without making a sound.' instructed Jeff. His thick, veiny cock was deep enough inside that Jeff could release his grip on it and instead help Alfie position better upon his dick by grabbing the twink's slender hips and pushing down also. `Oh, fuck, you're in me.' whispered Alfie, his head thrown back in a mix of pleasure and pain, the latter of which would soon fade. `Yeah, I'm in. Balls deep, boy.' Jeff pressed his hairy chest against the contrasting smooth one of Alfie's. The older man slipped his arms through Alfie's underarms, raised them back up and rested his hands on the surprisingly broad shoulders. Once he was in position -- and had good control over Alfie's body -- he slowly began to pump into the young man. He wanted to gain speed at a low pace, not daring to wake up Peter by fucking the man's son like a whore in an alleyway. `Uh, uh, uh, Jeff, fuck!' Alfie whined again with increasing volume. `Shut up, slut!' Jeff removed one of his hands from Alfie's shoulders, slipped it back through the underarm and roughly covered Alfie's noisy mouth. `Be. Quiet.' Alfie just nodded, he was truly enjoying the dominant side Jeff was expressing. It was how Alfie had thought the hairy, big built man would be during sex. The twink believed as well if they weren't in the current predicament of trying to be hushed due to Peter sleeping a few feet from them, that Jeff would be increasingly more rough and aggressive with him. Next time, he thought to himself when he inevitably seduces the curious daddy figure again. The young man's hard prick was slapping Jeff's hairy, beer belly each time his father's friend slowly pummeled the full length of his thick, beer can cock into him. Alfie was fighting the urge to scream out in ecstasy each time he felt the wiry pubes of Jeff's crotch scratch against his smooth ass and the tip of his dick pummel his prostate as if it was a boxer's punching bag. `You know,' Jeff said in between thrusting deep into the slightly fuzzy asshole, `If we went to your, ugh, room, I could, uh, fuck you harder.' `Nhm Nhm' Alfie shook his head, his mouth still covered by Jeff's thick hand, which he then removed to hear out the sexy twink. `No, I want you to breed me in here.' The fucking ceased and Jeff looked Alfie dead in the eye. `You want me to breed you? Like, cum... inside you?' he stuttered. `Yeah, there's a reason I didn't offer you a condom. It isn't like you thought of putting one on either.' he chuckled quietly. `I want to breed you as well.' he admitted with a low growl. `Oh, fuck.' groaned Alfie. `Are you close?' `Oh, I'm close, boy. Hold on tight.' Alfie leaned in and wrapped his arms around Jeff and buried his face in the nook of his neck. The speed had picked up and Jeff was now fucking the slim man at a good pace, yet they remained quiet enough to not disturb Peter from dreamland. The cock was pummeling into Alfie, the only sound in the room was the dull slapping of skin that occurred every time Jeff shoved his cock deep into Alfie's beautiful butt. Jeff gripped the back of Alfie's neck hard and with the other hand, grabbed a hold of the twink's ass, digging his nails into the skin. Pulling a risky move, he also gave it a hard spank, a sound that most definitely filled Peter's sleeping ears. `Are you ready, baby?' asked a breathless Jeff. `Are you gonna cum in me?' he asked, already knowing the answer. `Fuck yeah! Gonna fucking breed this tight ass. Your fucking hole is gonna be a sloppy mess in a minute, boy.' `Fuck, Jeff. Give it to me, please. Pound my boy pussy!' Both men continued to speak in hushed tones. Feeling the urge to cum looming over him, Jeff pounded into Alfie recklessly, the last few times were hard, loud and unapologetic. The first time he was going to breed Alfie wasn't going to be some lovey-dovey, gentle ride, it had to be hard and sweaty. `I'm gonna cum in that pussy, boy.' `Yes, Jeff, cum... cum in me, yeah uh.' `I'm cumming. Oh fuck, oh fuck!' As he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell, Jeff held Alfie's hips down on his crotch with no plans to release him until he had finished shooting up the once tight entrance and his seed had absorbed into the man. Alfie could almost feel the hot, thick liquid enter his body, it was a feeling he instantly loved, he wouldn't get fucked any other way after this. If he couldn't be bred, what was the point? `Fuck. Fuck.' said a tired Jeff, `That was fucking great.' Alfie lifted his head off Jeff's chest and gave him a prolonged kiss while Jeff's cock remained in the flooded ass, still solid as ever. `It was more than great.' laughed Alfie quietly, `I can't believe you seeded me.' the twink had an excited look on his face. `You liked that, huh?' `Yeah, I don't want to be fucked any...' The tender post-fuck state was interupted as both men heard movement from beside Peter. Jeff immediately threw his gaze over towards him while Alfie turned his head around so fast, it almost did a full rotation. Peter was awake and resting upon his elbow, it wasn't clear how much of the action he saw, but seeing his childhood friend balls deep in his son, with cum leaking out of his ass, was all he needed to see. `What the fuck?' he yelled in confusion while perhaps finding himself in a new found state of arousal. Alfie and Jeff were frozen, unsure of the actions Peter would take next, but judging by the unmistakable boner lurking in his jeans, Alfie figured it would be actions that would most certainly benefit him.