Dishwashing & Sex: Joel Someone & Jacob King At Family Dick
Joel Someone calls out to Jacob King, his stepson, to help with the dishes. Jacob, glued to his phone, grumbles but shuffles over, his hoodie clinging to his lean frame. The kitchen is thick with awkward silence at first, the only sound the clink of plates. Joel, sensing the tension, cracks a joke about his own teenage years—how he once set the garage on fire trying to impress a girl. Jacob snorts, a real laugh escaping him for the first time in weeks.
The ice is broken. Jacob splashes Joel with soapy water, his smirk playful. Joel retaliates, a full-blown splash fight erupting, their laughter bouncing off the tiles. Water soaks their clothes, the floor slick with droplets. Joel’s shirt clings to his sculpted torso, Jacob’s tank top revealing a tight, toned build. Their movements slow, the air shifting as their eyes lock.
Jacob’s hand freezes mid-splash. Joel’s gaze drops to his stepson’s crotch, where a bulge strains against wet denim. Jacob notices, his breath hitching. Joel steps closer, his fingers brushing Jacob’s soaked shirt hem. “Might as well take this off,” he murmurs, his voice gravel. Jacob nods, yanking his shirt over his head, his abs glistening under the kitchen light. Joel follows, his muscular frame on full display.
Jacob’s fingers trail Joel’s stomach, his touch tentative. Joel grips his wrist, pulling him flush against his body. “You sure?” he asks, his thumb grazing Jacob’s pulse. Jacob swallows hard, his voice wrecked: “Yeah.”
The counter becomes their playground. Joel presses Jacob backward, his hands caging him in as their mouths crash together. No finesse—just teeth, tongues, and desperation. Joel’s cock grinds into Jacob’s thigh, their precum mixing as Jacob’s jeans hit the floor. Joel’s fingers probe his stepson’s hole, slick with lube from the shower’s lingering steam. Jacob whimpers, his legs spreading wider.
Joel’s cock breaches him, thick and unrelenting. Jacob’s head thuds against the cabinets, his moans muffled by Joel’s hand over his mouth. “Shh,” Joel growls, his hips piston-fucking Jacob’s ass. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the kitchen, the scent of soap mixing with sweat and arousal.
Jacob flips, bracing himself on the counter. Joel repositions, driving in balls-deep as Jacob’s knuckles whiten against the granite. “You’re mine,” Joel hisses, one hand gripping Jacob’s hip, the other palming his chest. Jacob arches, his t-dick smearing precum across the counter.
They switch again—missionary, then reverse cowgirl, then standing bent over the sink. Joel’s cock never leaves Jacob’s ass, his foreskin gliding over the tight, twitching ring. Jacob’s orgasm hits first, his cum streaking the floor as Joel’s thrusts turn erratic.
