Roy didn't realize until Christopher took his hand and started to the bedroom that the boy was in complete control. He may have been riding the high that comes with having your cock stroked, and he had no doubt he would regret it in the morning, but he was suddey riding on cruise control.

Christopher quietly closed the door behind them and then gave Roy an appraising look up and down.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered as he slid his own boxers to the floor.

Roy did as he was told, quickly dropping his t-shirt and pajama pants into a pile on the floor. He felt insecure and awkward as he stood there with his daughter's friend staring at him. He wanted to run away. He wanted to stop this before it went too far.

Christopher took his hand again and gently led him towards the bed. The boy lay down on his back and pulled Roy along with him. He found himself straddling the younger man with their hard cocks pressed together between their naked bodies.

The boy then gently placed a hand on the back of Roy's head and pulled him down into another kiss. As they made out, Christopher moved his hips in a way that caused their cocks to grind into one another. It felt taboo and wrong, but it also felt amazing.