Homewrecker Ch. 04

It might have been stupid to invite Danny over for dinner that weekend. Joseph was a foolish man, though. His stomach roiled every time he saw Danny. He needed to put whatever was between them to rest. He hadn't even been able to touch his wife without guilt wracking him and driving him to the bathroom to hide. Carrie was starting to notice, but she hadn't yet caught on to what was happening.

Carrie was going away to stay with her mother for the weekend, an event for the girls in her family that Joseph was happy to hand his credit card over for. He made Carrie as comfortable as possible for her trip. He kissed her goodbye. He couldn't help feeling even guiltier as he waved her off from the porch.

Then Danny came over, and he remembered why.

That Saturday, he cooked a small meal for him and his guest. He spent the afternoon fussing over everything. He made sure the table was set properly, they had water and beer to drink if Danny wanted. When the knock on the door came, he hoped he could settle this whole matter.

"I thought you were avoiding me," Danny said on the porch. He'd dressed up. His normal shorts and tank top or t-shirt was replaced by a short-sleeved button up and slacks, tightened around his thin waist with a woven leather belt. He almost looked professional.

"I.. Come inside. I don't want to discuss this sort of thing out here." Joseph glanced around quickly to make sure none of the other neighbors were watching.

"What sort of thing?" Danny tilted his head with a knowing grin. He stepped inside anyway.

Joseph didn't respond. He brought Danny to the dining room, where he'd already set their dinner up. The crock pot roast, he doled out onto the dinner plates. He left it up to Danny to fill his glass with the pitcher of water between them, or grab one of the two bottles.

"My, my, all this for me? What is the occasion?" Danny lounged in his chair, one arm thrown over the back and the other resting on the table.

"We need to talk. I thought this might... persuade you." Joseph struggled to get the words out. He pulled off a bite of pork and stuffed it in his mouth, giving himself a moment to think on his next words.

"Oh? What are you persuading me toward?" He knew. Joseph saw it on his face, in his evil little smile and his doe eyes.

"Whatever you're doing, it needs to stop." Joseph set his fork down. He couldn't hide behind dinner.

"What am I doing Joseph?" Danny leaned forward. His eyes were dark and glittering, and Joseph knew instantly that he knew the answer. It infuriated him.

"You know."

"Do I?"

"You're... You're seducing me! I don't know why, but you're doing something to make me attracted to you," Joseph burst out. He stood up abruptly. "You keep luring me back in."

"Seducing? That's a strong word. I mean, I've hardly forced you into any of this. You could have left at any point. Instead you stayed. You stared at me. You let me suck your cock-- quite a treat, I might add. And now you've invited me into your home. You even made me dinner. I didn't seduce you into cooking for me." Danny didn't seem perturbed by his anger. In fact, he seemed delighted by it.

"Don't play dumb," Joseph growled.

"Do you find my body attractive? Do I turn you on?" As he spoke, Danny reached up to unbutton the top of his shirt. He was wearing nothing beneath it.

"Stop it."

"Make me."

He plucked open another button, revealing the twin scars on his chest.

They stared at each other a long moment, fury boiling in Joseph. But there was something more potent inside him, a hunger that coiled deep in his gut. Damn the dinner. This was never really going to work, and some traitorous part of his subconscious had already known that.

Danny stood up as well. He dropped his shirt, exposing his chest, his lean shoulders and sun-kissed skin. His hands moved to his belt next. Joseph stepped around the table then surged forward. He forced Danny up against the wall, his leg between those slim thighs. His hands balled into fists.

"You're a minx," he said, wrapping one hand around Danny's leather belt. He pulled on it to drag the man's groin against his leg.

"You like it though. Want to take these off of me?" Danny wiggled his hips, rubbing himself against Joseph.

"Fuck."

"If you want," Danny said with a smirk.

Joseph nearly tore the buckle off the belt, tearing the pants off the smaller man's body. He shoved his own slacks down to his ankles. His cock stood erect between them.

"God, I love how thick you are. Your wife is lucky. But then, so am I." Danny reached down to stroke him, and Joseph clenched his eyes shut. He leaned in, effectively trapping Danny beneath him.

"Don't talk about her... Not while you're--" he choked on his words. He wasn't sure if it was guilt or the feeling of a warm hand pumping his length. Maybe both. He opened his eyes again.

Danny spread his legs, his tan thighs parting to reveal the pink pussy Joseph had seen only glimpses of. His little dick was just as hard. He pressed himself to Joseph's thigh and rolled his hips back and forth, riding his leg. He left a line of slick across it.

"I'm so wet, can you feel it?" His voice was like silk against Joseph's ear, soft as his pussy lips rubbing on his thighs.

"What are you doing to me," Joseph whispered.

"Whatever you want me to," Danny replied. "Don't be afraid to put your hands on me. You can touch me, Joseph."

Joseph knew that this man was going to be his end.

He reached out with trembling hands and placed them on Danny's waist. The younger man was so warm beneath him, so soft under his fingertips. He felt the jut of Danny's hips where the skin stretched thin over bone. It made him salivate.

Joseph put his arms under Danny's thighs and lifted him up, his head thudding against the wall. It spread Danny's legs wide and showed off his pussy in all its glistening glory. Joseph wanted to taste him. He'd wanted to know for weeks now, and he couldn't get his mind off of it.

"Oh! Oh you're going to," Danny broke off with a laugh, "I didn't expect that from you."

Joseph didn't give him a response, instead dipping his head between Danny's legs to press his mouth to the soft pink flesh that hid there. He spread the man apart with his tongue. Danny gasped above him. He'd been clinging to the wall, but now moved to grip Joseph's short salt and pepper hair.

It was almost like eating Carrie out. He lapped up the savory slick dripping from the man's entrance, then rose to take his little cock into his mouth. This was different. Carrie's clit was like a button, something to work his tongue over and drive her crazy. Danny's cock was small, but it filled his mouth surprisingly well. He stroked his tongue along the underside, the way he liked it. That excited Danny.

The young man moaned and tried to thrust forward into his mouth, though he was held in place by Joseph's strong forearms. He could feel the blood pumping through Danny's dick. It throbbed in his mouth.

"You're, oh god, Joseph. That's ngh... Fuck!" Danny shook in his grip. His thighs clenched under Joseph's hands.

Joseph was rock hard. He continued to suck and slobber along the short length in his mouth. His face burned hearing Danny's whorish moans.

"Joseph! Joseph! I- Ah!" He found his mouth suddenly even more wet, slick moistening his chin. His pussy dripped like a fountain. He pulled back with a slick sound. A string of spit stretched between them.

"Ugh, fuck, that felt so good."

Danny was looking down at him, a blissed out expression on his face as he stroked Joseph's hair. "Why don't we take care of you, though? Look how hard you are."

Joseph looked down at his own cock, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink, leaky tip. He rose to full height, still holding Danny up against the wall despite the ache in his arms.

"I have to say, I've never met a married man who sucked cock so well. You have a gift." His words gave Joseph pause. How many other men had Danny done this with? How many marriages had he pulled apart? How many people had he seduced?

"Don't... Just shut up," Joseph said half-heartedly.

"Then put your dick in me already," Danny insisted. So he did. Joseph rubbed his cock back and forth between the spit and slick-soaked labia. It made him twitch hungrily. He could feel the pull of Danny's pussy, the way his hole tried to suck in his cock. Wet sounds filled the air between them.

"Please," Danny begged, "I want it so bad."

Joseph wanted it too. He pressed his tip against the man's quivering entrance. It slid inside so easy. They both groaned, breaking the quiet the dining room had fallen into.

"Sh-shit." Joseph pushed in to the hilt, burying his cock in Danny's agonizingly tight pussy. The man's body squeezed around him like a vice. It threatened to never let him go. Pulling out was almost impossible, but thrusting inside was like heaven on earth.

"Oh yes," Danny moaned, his voice high and sweet.

His hips never stopped moving. He was trying to ride Joseph's cock, and if Joseph wasn't holding him in place, he'd likely be successful. Joseph lost himself in the pleasure of fucking Danny. He pounded the man, their hips clapping together as their bodies grew slick with sweat. Joseph grunted with each thrust into him.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, fuck me, Joseph. I needed you, your cock, your-- ngh fuuuck," Danny cried as Joseph pummeled his g-spot with his thick cock. He writhed and clung to Joseph like a snake ensnaring its prey. Joseph was never going to escape.

When Joseph's arms threatened to give out, he growled with frustration and hauled Danny over to the table. Damn the dinner. Joseph shoved their plates out of the way, a glass clattering to the floor. His cock slipped out for just a moment, hard, red and glistening with their combined fluids. He laid Danny out on the dining table and slammed back in with a ferocity he'd never experienced before.

His sex with Carrie was always tender, focused on making them both feel good. Danny brought out a desire to dominate, overpower, and hold him down while he fucked his slick hole. He would get his revenge for all the teasing and seduction. He would teach Danny a lesson.

Danny's voice only grew louder as he forced his thighs to his chest and plunged into his pussy. The obscene squelch of flesh on flesh only made Joseph's arousal burn hotter. He could feel his balls tighten, ready to burst.

"Joseph! Joseph, I'm going to. I'm gonna," Danny panted between his broken sentences. He gasped for breath and pulled hard at Joseph's shirt.

His orgasm was sudden and intense. Danny's legs tensed then he was arching under Joseph and howling to the ceiling. His cunt clamped down hard around the cock inside him. Sweat beaded on his forehead and soaked his copper hair. His thighs squeezed tight around Joseph's waist.

Joseph was quick to follow. How could he not, buried in that hot vice of a pussy? He pressed Danny into the table and fucked him through his orgasm. It made their sex all the more slick, until he was almost slipping out with the sheer amount of it. He slammed in with a snarl of overwhelming pleasure, and that was his end. He came hard inside Danny. The man whimpered and moaned as he felt Joseph release inside him.

The sex drained the energy from his body. Once his balls stopped throbbing and he grew soft enough to slip from Danny's messy hole, he almost collapsed. Their bodies were pressed together, a sticky, sweaty tangle of limbs. He found the energy to peel himself away after what felt like hours. His load dripped out of Danny soon after and pooled on the table beneath him.

"See what you've been missing out on? Why did you deny yourself for so long?" Danny propped himself up on his elbows and wiggled his hips, squeezing out another glob of cum and slick. It joined the growing puddle on the table.

Joseph felt awful. Only two hours ago he had waved his wife goodbye. He stumbled back toward the windows. He'd never been so grateful to have the long draping curtains before.

"I thought if I invited you over and talked to you, this would all stop. Why are you doing this to me? Why can't I stop?" He stared at Danny, hoping for some answer to his questions.

"I just sent the invitation. You accepted it. Don't blame me for how easily you threw your marriage away for some boypussy," Danny laughed.

He shook his head. "I didn't. This. This is the end. I can't do this anymore. I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"That's a shame. But I guess if you want to go back to Carrie, then do it. Go have your kids, live your suburban picket fence life. It'll be nice I'm sure. And when you get bored of Carrie, or she leaves you, you can come back to me and get what you really crave." Danny slid off the table, leaving a trail from his pussy on the sleek wood. Joseph winced.

It was only then he realized his debauchery. He stood half-naked in his dining room, his hair and shirt in disarray and his cock still drooling cum. He stared at the dinner, cold and ruined on the table.

Danny sauntered over to the wall, where his pants lay in a pile on the floor. He took longer than necessary to bend over and pick them up, and even longer to put them back on. When he came back up to Joseph, he had a sweet smile on his face.

"I need help with my lawnmower again, by the way. Maybe you can stop by tomorrow morning. I heard Carrie is going to be out of town for a few days." Danny plucked at the top button of Joseph's shirt.

Joseph swallowed hard. "Danny..."

"Or don't. I guess we'll see." Danny turned around and walked out, leaving Joseph alone to deal with the mess he had made.

He knew how royally he had fucked up. So he resigned himself to clean up the table. He threw the food on the plates into the trash and tucked the leftovers away in the fridge. The glass that fell had broken into three pieces. That he tossed as well, then he sprayed the table over and over with disinfectant. The stained wood was glossy and smooth, but it still looked dirty to him. Eventually he had to leave it, the smell of bleach making him lightheaded.

Joseph retreated to the bathroom and attempted to scrub the guilt from his skin. Nothing could make him feel clean. Danny was right about him. He'd tried to push the man away, but he always ended up crawling back. He never left when he had the chance. It didn't matter how many excuses he made for himself.

It made him sick to his stomach. He'd failed Carrie. He'd failed his marriage, and now he wasn't sure what to do about it.