The Wrong Bed

Carter's still figuring out the floor plan when he steps into Drew's room by accident. The man's stretched out on the sheets, shirtless, and the sight hits Carter square in the gut. Tight muscles, ink running across skin, white-blond hair catching the light. Before Carter can back out, his heel knocks against the doorframe. Drew shifts, squints without his glasses, and assumes the figure belongs to his wife. His voice drops low, inviting, flirty. Carter stays quiet, heart hammering, dick already half-hard. He decides to roll with it. He steps closer, plays the part, and lets Drew pull him onto the bed. Shirts come off fast, jeans follow, and Carter finds himself face-down with his stepdad's thick cock pressing between his cheeks. Drew works him open slow, then deeper, until Carter's breath breaks and the bed creaks under them. Carter bites the pillow, takes every inch, and moans like he's been waiting for this since the first day they moved in. Drew grips his hips harder, fucking him rough and steady, and Carter gives it up gladly, younger body rocking with every thrust. The tattooed older man keeps going until both of them are spent and sticky, still tangled in the sheets.