DOMINICK © [ENGLISH EDITION]

Chapter twenty-two

It will sound strange but after having sex with Steven's son I went to take a shower.

What is happening to me?

I kept feeling guilty about something I hadn't done.

Steven and I are nothing, right?

We were at the table, I had stayed for dinner and possibly sleep. I had Erik across from me, and Steven to my right.

I didn't say a word, only the voices of the family could be heard talking, I on the other hand didn't know what to say and more when I had slept with the two people present at the table.

I noticed a foot that started going up my leg, kept going up until it reached my penis.

He was stroking it in a way that was starting to make me hard.

"How was your day Dominick," asked Steven.

I didn't know if I would let out a gasp when I spoke, but I had to risk it since he would get suspicious if I kept quiet.

"Well, a bit boring." I said with my breath coming in short gasps.

I kept stroking my already hard member, which was starting to drool.

"I'll get the second course."said Steven.

The foot stopped, that meant the foot was Steven's and not Erik's as I thought.

I watched as Steven disappeared from the room, again the foot on my member.

A gasp escaped my mouth, as I watched Erik lustfully bite his lip.

"Stop." I said between gasps.

I watched his arm as it moved, if I kept looking I would get to his hand which was moving the same way, and Erik kept letting out choked moans.

He was touching himself under the table, he had taken out his nice penis, while he kept stroking mine with his foot.

Steven arrived with the second plate, and immediately the massage on my penis disappeared.

"Dad, I'm going to sleep now, I'm very tired." said Erik.

"Okay honey, good night."He answered him affectionately.

"Good night." He smiled at him. "Good night, Dominick." He smiled at me with a pungent smile.

He served me the second course while my penis was still hard under my boxers and pants.

"Can I go to the bathroom for a moment?" I asked.

Steven nodded, I got up from the table and headed for the bathroom.

Technically I wasn't going to go to the bathroom, I was going to fuck Erik, that guy turns me on too much, he's young, attractive, and has a nice dick.

I walked over to Erik's door frame and saw how he was shirtless with his pants half down and how he was touching his cock through the top of his boxer shorts.

I unbuttoned the button of my pants and stuck my erect penis out into the air.

I approached Erik's bed and went on all fours until I stopped at his cock which was already out.

I tasted it on the outside with my tongue, it felt veiny and hot.

I pushed it in all at once causing Erik to let out a cry of pleasure as I felt his pre-cum invade my taste buds.

I stroked my cock with one hand while with the other I touched Erik's cock as I played with it with my mouth.

"Fuck Dominick, you suck so well." I could feel his scent, his taste in my mouth.

I could feel his scent, his taste in my mouth.

He grabbed my head and shoved his whole cock in my mouth, I was short of breath but I could feel Erik was about to cum.

"Ooooh, fuck!!!" he moaned.

His cum shot out of his cock into my mouth, he pulled my cock out and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth to taste his own essence.

He threw me on the bed and swallowed my cock in one go, making me gasp faster.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to swallow your cum." He said as he ran his tongue over my tip.

I grabbed his head and moved it in a fast and desperate way, I was loving the blowjob.

I grabbed the sheets and cum all over Erik's face and all over his tongue.

"Thanks for the dessert." He grinned at me.

I put my penis away and buttoned my pants, I had to continue dinner with Steven.

He never has to find out that I fucked his son and that I'm still sucking his cock.

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I watched Peter and noticed how he wanted to hide something, I looked down to his fly and I could see his bulge, it was erect.

"The question is: Do you love Steven?" said Pedro.

"There is still a lot to tell you, and a lot to do." I answered.

"Did you still fuck more people?" he asked, writing down in his notebook.

"I've slept with a lot of people and I still have a lot of people to fuck." I said.

Sweet Dinner.