Alex had just finished putting the kid to bed when they ducked into the hall bathroom to piss and wash up. The door didn’t lock properly. They were mid-stream, cock out, when the door pushed open.
James—the dad—stood there. His eyes dropped straight to the thick, heavy cock in Alex’s hand and stayed there. Alex was non-binary, and tonight they wore only an oversized shirt that did nothing to hide the size of what hung between their legs. James’s mouth opened. No words came out.
Alex didn’t tuck away. They finished, shook once, and turned fully toward him, the long shaft still half-hard from the sudden rush of being caught. James stepped inside and shut the door. The next second he was on his knees on the tile.
He didn’t ask. He simply leaned in and took the head into his mouth, tongue swirling under the ridge. Alex’s breath left them in a low hiss. James sank deeper, lips stretching around the thick girth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. One hand braced on Alex’s thigh; the other wrapped the base he couldn’t fit yet.
Alex threaded fingers into James’s hair and held him there. The wet heat of the older man’s mouth was relentless—long, slow slides down until the tip nudged the back of his throat, then back up with a tight suction that made Alex’s knees threaten to buckle. James’s eyes watered but he didn’t stop. He sucked like he’d been starving for it, tongue working the underside, throat fluttering every time Alex pushed a little deeper.
Spit ran down James’s chin. The bathroom filled with the filthy, wet sounds of him choking himself on Alex’s cock. Alex’s hips started to move, fucking into that willing mouth in short, controlled thrusts. James took every one, moaning around the shaft, one hand now rubbing his own cock through his pants.
The pressure built fast. Alex’s balls drew up tight. They warned him with a rough, “Gonna come—” but James only sucked harder, eyes locked up at them, throat open and greedy. Alex’s orgasm hit like a punch. Thick pulses of cum flooded James’s mouth. He swallowed around the spurting cock, some escaping the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin, but he kept milking every drop until Alex finally shuddered and pulled free.
James stayed on his knees, lips shiny, breathing hard, staring up at the babysitter whose cock he’d just emptied down his throat. Alex reached down, wiped a streak of cum from James’s lower lip with a thumb, and let him suck that clean too. Neither of them spoke. The house stayed quiet. The night was only getting started.