Luke's Big Butt Chapter 8 (Part 2 - WIP)

“Luke? What are you still doing here?” I was on my way to my car in the parking lot. I always waited until the last kid was gone before leaving, just to make sure nobody was left behind. I knew that Maria would typically pick Luke up after practice, but for some reason Luke was still sitting on the curb and fiddling with his jacket.

He looked up at me and shrugged. “I’m waiting for my mom.”

I knelt down to him so we were closer to eye level. “When is she going to get here? It’s almost dark.”

“Uhm… she said she had to stay late at work, so she’d get out at 8?”

My jaw dropped. Now, I thought Maria was a wonderful woman, and I personally knew how hard it was to be a working single parent. But asking her 10 year old son to wait in the dark for her? I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

“Luke, let me call your mom, how about you come eat dinner with me tonight?”

I was relieved when Maria said yes, and I helped Luke up into my truck before driving off. After picking the girls up from their after-school sitter, I drove home so I could get started on dinner.

I picked up the girls from our next door neighbor, a sweet retired lady who graciously watched the girls for me after school.

“Alright, how about you three get started on homework while I make dinner?” I said, grabbing an apron to start something quick and simple like spaghetti and meatballs with jarred sauce and frozen meatballs.

My youngest, Riley, came trudging over and rolled her eyes at me. “Daddy, I’m five, I don’t have homework!” I swear, this girl. She has so much sass for a five year old!

“Okay, that’s fine. Why don’t you play near Chrissy and Luke? You know the rule, nobody in the kitchen while Daddy is cooking, right?”

“Fiiiiiine.” She moans and stomps away.

It didn’t take long to finish cooking, and when I stepped out to tell the kids it’s ready, I was surprised to see Luke on the floor with Riley while she introduced her collection of dolls to him. Despite being 5 years older than her and a boy, Luke didn’t seem to mind it and was paying close attention to everything she said.

Chrissy decides to interrupt by poking Luke in the side a few times. “Ew, you’re so stinky! Why are you so stinky, are all boys this stinky?”

“Shut up! I’m not stinky!!” Luke didn’t shower after the game, so he was still a little sweaty.

“Yeah you are, stinky-boy!” Chrissy punctuated her taunting by tickling Luke’s side, and before I could step in they were both laughing and rolling around on the floor.

A strange thought entered my head. Chrissy is only 2 years younger than Luke. What if they ended up together? Just the idea of Luke, as my son-in-law… it felt right.

But I knew that that was jumping the gun a little bit.

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I got up on the bed over Luke, face to face with him. Without saying a word, Luke reached behind his knees and drew his legs up, giving the perfect view of his still slightly gaped pussy. Within seconds, I was rock hard again, my dick throbbing in anticipation of feeling that warm pussy around it again.

Slick with pussy juice and remnants of my cum, I sunk my cock into Luke’s pussy like butter. This time, I was facing Luke, so I could see his face go slack as each inch snaked into his guts, his face becoming blissed out in pleasure.

“Fuckkkk… Coach. Fucking do it.”

Looking into his face, his lust-filled gaze, his hunger for my cock, I realized something. Luke wasn’t the boy I knew, the one who looked so sad as he obediently waited for his mom to pick him up. He was a man. But not just a man. A man with a pussy. A man who acted like a whore, a slut, to get what he wanted: cock.

I pump my hips into Luke, my thighs slapping against his hamstrings. Every time I bottom out, I grind my hips in a circular motion to stretch his pussy out. Luke seemed to really like that, because every time I did it he threw his head back and moaned.

“Coach… Coach…!”

I loved seeing him like this. An expression I’d never seen on him before. Losing himself completely to lustful hunger. I angled my hips to try and find that spot again. Wordlessly, Luke hooked his legs up and around my waist, to pull me in slightly, and with a slight rearranging I must have found that spot inside him.

“FUCK! THERE!!” Luke screamed as I nudged, prodded, poked, and pressed against that spot. I focused my attack on it, my dick slamming into it like a bullseye. It was like that spot was a button that was linked directly to the pleasure centers of Luke’s brain.

I leaned forward, our faces so close they could easily touch, staring at Luke’s eyes, hooded with lust, heavy with bliss. Our foreheads touched, the tension between our lips was palpable. Like there was an electric charge between us. It just made me fuck him even harder, and every several well-timed thrusts against that pussy spot, Luke broke our contact and melted back into the bed.

The schlupping of Luke’s wet pussy was pushing me over. It was somehow getting even wetter, and it created the nastiest squelches I’d ever heard. Like my dick was stirring inside him, rearranging his insides. Luke’s pussy squeezed me, milked me, his well-controlled muscles starting from my base and squeezing up like getting toothpaste out of a tube.

This time it took me by surprise. “FUCKING TAKE MY CUM SLUT!” I roared as I emptied my balls into Luke a second time, my cum pumping into him to the point where some even leaked out of his pussy before Luke could suck it all down, drooling out and over his ass cheeks and onto the bed. Spilling my seed inside a willing pussy. I couldn’t help but think that if Luke were a woman, I’m pretty sure I’d be a dad again. This wasn’t just sex, it was mating.

I collapsed onto Luke, my face above his shoulder while his rested against my chest. I didn’t dare take my cock out of his pussy yet, worried that it would create another spillage situation. After catching my breath, I pulled myself up and looked into his eyes.

“Are you sure that was ok, Luke?”

“Oh fuck yeah Coach, you treat my pussy so good… fuckin’ huge dick.” Luke moaned in my ear while he started to grind his pussy onto my somehow still semi-hard cock, making it hard again.

What the fuck was happening to me? Here I was, 38 years old, and fucking and cumming like I was in college. Where was this all coming from, 10 years of pent up sexual tension? How the hell weren’t my balls completely empty yet, why did they still feel full?

“Almost Coach, I’m almost there. One more time, I promise, just one more…”

And I wanted to. I wanted to fuck Luke again, to pound another load into him. But most of all I wanted to make him squirt. I needed to.