Everyone in this story is over the age of 18!
This follows a married man who succumbs to black cock, it has some offensive words and implied incest. If these bother you I would recommend not reading.
Meeting Callum
My name is Steve, I am 49 years old and have been happily married for over 20 years. My wife, Joanne, is amazing. A loving mother, a great wife and a great partner to share my life with. Together we have two kids, my eldest was my son, Jack, who was 20 and my youngest was my daughter, Melissa, who is 18.
I work in sales, I am 5 foot 9 and have short black hair. Back in the day I was a gym head, but in recent years I have let myself go, by no means am I fat. I'm just not as muscly as I once was.
My daughter, Melissa, is the spitting image of my wife when she was 18. Long blond hair, slim body and as beautiful as her mother. She has recently started dating someone, a guy called Callum who I am yet to meet. However, she has asked if he could stay the night and I told her that he will have to come round for dinner before hand so I can give my final say.
It was 6pm and Melissa and Callum were due any minute, I was in the kitchen watching my wife cook when she said to me.
"Don't be too hard on him tonight."
Laughing I replied.
"I won't be, I just want to make sure he has good intention on my little angel."
"I'm sure he does!" My wife said turning around and kissing me on the cheek, "Now get ready, dinner is almost ready."
I went to get changed, putting on jeans and shirt and sat down at the dinner table while we waited for them to arrive. I have told my son Jack to stay out tonight so we can spend more time with this Callum.
Then I heard the door open and in walked my 18 year old daughter, hand in hand with her boyfriend. To my shock, he was black! I'm not racist, I have no problem with her dating a black man, it's just that she has never mentioned it before.
Standing up, I walked over to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you Callum, I'm Melissa father, Steve."
Shaking his hand, I realised how big his hands were. He was in a tight t-shirt that showed off how muscly he was. He was at least 6 foot and his skin was as black as the night sky. If I had to guess, I would've thought he was mid to late twenties, but Melissa has already told us that he is 19.
"Nice to meet you Steve." He said with a grin and then I told him to take a seat.
"So Callum, what do you do?" I asked while my wife brought out the dinner.
"What do you mean?" He asked me, keeping eye contact.
"Do you work? At university?" I asked.
"Oh sorry, I am a personal trainer." He told me, which explains the muscles.
"Daddy used to be a big gym head." Melissa said and I could see her hand under the table that must be resting on his thigh.
"Interesting, maybe we could go together some time." Callum said, his voice deep and manly.
"Maybe." I replied, not keen on being shown up at the gym by this young man.
Joanne brought us all dinner and we started eating, I learnt a lot about Callum during the meal.
He has 2 brothers, only has a dad as his mother has passed away and he seemed to be fairly intelligent. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked him.
When we finished eating, it was nearly 9pm and after all the talking at Melissa looked to me and asked.
"So daddy, can Callum stay over?"
I smiled at my little girl, looking back at Callum I finally said.
"He can stay over." Which brought a huge smile to her face, then I looked at Callum and continued, "But, you will have to sleep on the sofa."
Her smile quickly left, not happy about not sharing a bed but I wasn't about to let my daughter sleep with this man under my roof whilst I was in.
"Sorry Melissa, but those are the rules." I told her.
"Fine." She said in a huff.
Callum helped my wife clean the table and I could hear them talking in the kitchen while I was alone with Melissa, she moved to the seat next to me and said.
"So daddy, what do you think?"
I looked at her and told her.
"He seems nice." Which made her smile.
When all the cleaning was done, Melissa hugged me and kissed my cheek and said goodnight. I shook Callum's hand again and his hard grip hurt my own, not that I would let it show. Then we all went to bed.
It was around 3am when I woke up with a dry mouth. Desperate for a drink I headed downstairs, but remembering that Callum was on the sofa I tried to be quiet when pouring myself a glass of water.
When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack when Callum was stood in front of me, just wearing boxers.
His body was amazing, he was so toned, his 6 pack clearly visible and his legs thick and firm.
"Sorry Steve, I didn't mean to startle you." He said looking at me.
I didn't mean to, but my eyes accidentally darted down to his crotch a few times, I could see the outline of his cock and just from his boxers it looked huge.
"It's, erm.. okay." I said stuttering.
"I'm just getting a drink myself." He said.
"Glasses are in there." I told him pointing to the cupboard and then watched his body as he walked past me to the get himself a glass. While he walked I could see his soft cock moving about in his baggy boxer shorts.
Stop looking at his crotch!
I scolded myself.
Then I watched as he poured himself a glass of water, even from behind his back muscles looked firm and amazing.
"Thank you for letting me stay over." He said.
"It's no problem, I hope you understand having to sleep on the sofa." I told him.
"I get it, it's no problem." He said with a smile, his white shining teeth more prominent in the dark.
Once again, I found my eyes locked onto his crotch. Catching myself, I brought my eyes up and he was silently smiling at me.
"Well, goodnight." I quickly said and then left.
On the walk back to my room, I couldn't think of why I kept staring at him. Even worse, I could feel my own hard cock was awake!
I got back into bed and tried to forget about it and fall to a restless sleep.
The First Taste
It has been two weeks since Callum had first stayed over, since then he has stayed four more times but each time he slept on the sofa. I was not ready for him to sleep in Melissa's room just yet.
The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. He was a good young lad and seemed respectful enough to have my approval. Also, as much as I tried to not, I found myself thinking of his body more times than once.
Something about him just intrigued me, his toned body, his abs, the sway of his big cock in his boxer shorts.
He was staying over again tonight and I was in bed, when the thought of his body came to my mind again. As much as I tried to push the thoughts away, I couldn't. Then I felt myself getting horny and felt my cock growing in my boxers.
Turning to Joanne, she was reading a book when I placed a hand onto her thigh and moved my lips to kiss her neck.
"Steve, what are you doing?" She said with a laugh.
"Come on." I whispered kissing her neck and moving my hand up her night gown and to her exposed pussy, slowly rubbing her clit with my finger.
