Let's go to your cabin

Walter’s pulse raced as he followed Ethan back to his family’s cabin, the boy’s hand trembling slightly in his. The place was empty—his parents were apparently out enjoying the camp. The second the door clicked shut, Walter pushed Ethan toward the bed, the ache between his legs demanding action.

“Easy,” Walter murmured in Alison’s soft voice, taking charge like the experienced man he still was inside. He guided Ethan onto his back and straddled him, knees on either side of the chubby teen’s hips. “Not too fast. Touch me first… here.” He took Ethan’s hand and pressed it between his thighs, letting the boy’s fingers slide through the slick, swollen folds. “Feel how wet I am? Circle my clit… yeah, like that. Gentle at first.”

Ethan was clumsy but eager, breathing heavily as his fingers explored Alison’s dripping pussy. Walter rocked against the touch, nipples hard, but getting close to the edge was proving difficult. The body felt incredible — every stroke sent sparks through him — but the orgasm stayed frustratingly out of reach, like the wiring was different.

“Fuck… okay, now,” Walter whispered. He reached down, lined up Ethan’s thick, hard cock, and sank down onto it in one smooth motion. Both of them groaned as the raw, bare length filled him completely. No condom. Just hot, throbbing flesh stretching Alison’s tight pussy.

Walter rode him with practiced rolls of his hips, instructing between moans. “Squeeze my tits… thumb my nipples. Harder. Yeah… now thrust up when I come down. That’s it… good boy.”

Ethan lasted longer than expected for a nervous nerd, but not long enough. His hands gripped Walter’s waist, face contorted in pleasure. “Alison… I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” Walter breathed, grinding down deep. “Fill me up.”

Ethan came hard with a shaky cry, pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into Walter’s fertile-feeling womb. The warm flood felt filthy and satisfying, but Walter still hadn’t climaxed. The ache remained, even stronger now.

He stayed seated on Ethan’s softening cock for a few moments, catching his breath, then carefully lifted off. Cum trickled down his inner thighs as he stood.

“Thanks, Ethan,” he said with a small, breathless smile. “That was… nice.”

Walter slipped out of the cabin, legs a little shaky, pussy still leaking the nerd’s load. The cool air hit his cum-slick skin as he stepped outside — and froze.

Leaning against the side of the neighboring cabin was a man around Walter’s original age — mid-fifties, fit enough, with salt-and-pepper hair and a slight dad-bod. He had to be Ethan’s dad. His thick cock was rock-hard, and he was slowly working it in and out of a realistic-looking fleshlight, grunting quietly with each thrust. The toy made wet, obscene sounds as he pumped it.

The man’s eyes opened and locked onto Walter — naked, flushed, with clear streaks of fresh cum running down his thighs.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across the older man’s face as he kept lazily fucking the fleshlight. “Well now… looks like someone’s been having fun with my boy.”