Single Dilf Keith x Daughter's Boyfriend Lance P2
Age Gap Klance Thread from my Twitter
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Honestly, what he really should have done was stopped himself from kissing the stupid kid's lips and starting all of this.
Lance always came to him when his daughter was distracted, or busy, or running late. Came with a grin and an announcement of what he has been up to lately with Keith's daughter.
Every time, Lance expected to cash in on Keith's threat, always eager eyed for the threat of 'more'.
Keith tried to lock him out of his shed. Tried to ignore him, bar him from being around him. Keith even attempted to work over time, all in an attempt to avoid the boyfriend.
Because Keith kept forgetting the boyfriend had his number, and was more than happy to text him.
“Stop telling me what you do with my daughter. I do not want to even imagine it.” Keith snapped one day in the back yard.
His daughter was inside making dinner, as it was her turn. Lance had come outside, stating he was just going out for some 'guy time'.
Said time was Keith learning that this boyfriend and his daughter were making... considerable progress in their relationship. Which was not what Keith wanted to hear. Or imagine. Or ever think about.
He didn't even understand why the boyfriend kept telling him all of this.
He was her dad for fucks sake!
But devilish eyes stared Keith down, a matching smirk curling lips that Keith hadn't forgotten about. Had... ashamedly touched himself thinking about.
“I just want to be sure you return the favor correctly.”
“Shall I just tell you what you need to do to me instead?”
“No.” Keith growled, fist curled.
“Then how ever are you to make good on your threat?”
What kind of boy had his daughter brought home? How had she ever found anything remotely interesting about him to like?
Keith stepped forward, finger pointed into that slender chest, his eyes glaring heat into eyes that were shimmering with suppressed mischief.
“I do not know what you're trying to do here. But I suggest you best stop it. Now. Before I put you on the ground.”
Those devilish lips broadened, the grin turning so evil that Keith felt that smoldering heat that had come to life with their only kiss, turn to flames.
“I'd rather be put face down in your bed. Or even across your work bench.” Lance made his way to the house. “If I have a vote.”
Perhaps Keith should have made good on his threat to put Lance on the ground that night. Because by the end of that week, he knew... he knew that the boyfriend was playing dirty and was going to make his life an absolute hell.
The boyfriend started to come over wearing pants that got tighter by the day. Shirts that ranged in how revealing they'd be. Wearing perfumes that caused shudders down Keith's back.
Showing long legs and a slender waist.
Glances at ass cheek under tight shorts.
One day Keith did his best to stay inside and hide away from the pair as they played outside with water balloons and water guns.
Which was a great plan, he thought.
Until Lance came inside, dripping wet, white shirt seen clear through, shorts clinging tight, laughing up a storm.
Keith refused to move from his spot at the counter, ashamed and unable to move due to the bulge now in his pants.
So he suffered as Lance stood close, as the boyfriend brushed against him, standing in such close range that Keith could see those nipples rock hard through his shirt.
That night, Keith rubbed himself raw to the memory.
And also to the image Lance had texted him later that day.
Of Lance reclined back, dripping wet, shirt hiked up to reveal a tanned stomach, Lance's hand at the waistband of his jean shorts, thumb popping open the button.
Keith had to put an end to this.
Had to either put enough fear into the boyfriend to make him stop doing all of his flirting, or scare him off, or bribe him to get the fuck out of his and his daughter's life.
But most of all, he needed this all to stop.
So the next time the boyfriend is over, Keith demands he come out to the shed to talk. Tells his daughter he'll return the boyfriend later. A one-on-one guy talk.
She looks confused, but walks off as Lance follows after Keith with a pep in his step, and a smile on his face.
Once in the shed, Keith is slamming the kid against the wall, hand by his head, the other gripping Lance's shirt with a vice.
“You think you're real cute, don't you?” He watches lust fill those blues, how lips part with surprise. “Think I won't make you regret this?”
“What's there to regret?” Lance purrs.
“You can't handle me, kid.” Keith threatens, feeling himself harden at the look the other gives. At the bite of a lip. “Won't be able to keep up with the things I'd want to do to you.”
Those devilish eyes shimmer, wide with intrigue.
“Teach me to keep up with you, then.”
So Keith does. He puts the boyfriend to his knees and pulls out his cock, half hard and already wet at the tip.
“You'll regret ever asking that of me.”
Then he pierces that pretty mouth, spreading those lips wide around his thick length.
The boyfriend obviously hasn't done this before, so new and timid, or untrained, in how to suck a real cock.
But Keith isn't going to teach him yet. Punishment has to come first. So he punishes that mouth, brings tears to sapphire eyes, groans at the small choking noises he makes.
When Keith finishes, he's half way deep down into that mouth, grunting, gripping the boy's hair, holding him in place.
“Lick it clean. Then put it back.” He growls, slipping free of that tight wet mouth. “Then you go back in and keep your hands to your-self.-”
Lance is obedient. Glassy eyed, tear stains over his cheeks, smiling as he licks Keith's cock clean before tucking him back into his pants.
Keith watches as Lance wobbles to stand up, obviously hard himself, but hands at his side.
“Thank you, sir.” The boyfriend licks his lips clean, stirring that fire within Keith once more. With that devilish feline smile, Lance turns and leaves.
Keith spends the rest of the night in the shed until dinner, unable to face his daughter after what he had just done.
