Taken In

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

My junior year of high school, I decided to come out to my parents.  Kevin, my best friend since we were five years old, pushed me to do it.  I'd come out to him our freshman year of high school, and he was totally cool with it.  He was completely straight, and more like a brother to me, but he was the only one I could talk to about it.  His intentions were good...he worried that I had to keep hiding myself from my family.

But it couldn't have gone worse. Kevin and I completely misjudged how they'd react. My dad got really upset, and when I resisted his demands that I go to conversion therapy to "cure" myself, he kicked me out of the house right then while my mom just stood by.

I grabbed as much of my stuff as I could in five minutes and stuffed it into a large duffel bag and ran out the front door. Kevin's house was only about half a mile away, so I walked straight there, still in shock at what had just happened. As soon as I reached Kevin's driveway, I cracked and started sobbing, tears running down my face. I barely made it to his front door and rang the doorbell.

Kevin's dad swung the door open. He must have been working out because he was wearing a tight white tank top and short blue workout shorts that clung to his thighs, drenched in sweat. He immediately looked surprised seeing me on his porch, sobbing, with a big duffel bag.

"Cody! What's wrong? Come in, son," he said stepping forward to pull me toward him with his big muscular arms. I dropped my bag and collapsed against his chest, continuing to cry.

He led me inside and into the living room, where he sat me down on the edge of the couch and kneeled in front of me, wiping the tears off my cheeks and looking at me in the eyes.

"Son, what happened? Are you ok?" he asked, sincerely worried.

I finally caught my breath and recounted everything to him as he looked at me earnestly, his dark brown eyes fixated on mine, while his comforting hand wrested on my shoulder.

"Cody, I'm so sorry. I know it took a lot of courage to tell your parents who you are, and then to get that reaction from them. I can't image what that feels like. Listen, you're safe here, and you can stay with us as long as you need. You're always welcome here. You're like a second son to me," he said, as he pulled my head toward his, our foreheads making contact as he looked me straight in the eye.

His words and his genuine caring helped to start calm me down. Having known him since I was a young kid, he was also like a second dad to me. Although he was quite a bit younger than my dad, having had Kevin when he was in high school, so he always seemed cooler than my old man.

"Thanks, Mr. Jones. I didn't know where else to go."

"Please, I think it's time you called me Leo. You're not six anymore. You're practically a grown man," he smiled at me warmly. "Listen, why don't you take your bag up to Kevin's room, and we'll get the sleeping arrangements sorted out later. Kevin's out with his mom, but they should be back soon," he said.

"Thanks, Mr....eh, I mean, Leo," I responded.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him, in a long firm hug.

"Shit, I just realized how sweaty I am. I'm sorry, Cody," he said, looking down at his sweat drenched tank top.

But I didn't mind. The warm embrace from another father figure besides mine was exactly what I needed. "Don't worry about it. I'm already a mess myself. I was going to hop in the shower anyways."

I grabbed my bag and went up to Kevin's room, plopped down on his bed and texted him, letting him know what happened. He went bonkers over text, and within minutes, I heard the front door swing open and his heavy steps sprinting up the stairs until he burst into his room.

"Bro! I'm so sorry, man. I can't believe that asshole kicked you out. And that bitch of a mother just fucking stood there!?" he was ranting. He came over and gave me a big hug, patting me firmly on the back. "Dude, my dad and mom said you can stay with us for however long. Shit, maybe they can adopt you, and we'd formally be brothers!" he mused. "We're not letting you go back to that house so they can ship you off to that fucking religious cult camp!"

He was almost more worked up about the whole thing than me.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Kevin's mom and dad came in. His mom came and put her arm around me, patting me on the chest.

"Listen, boys. We know this is a lot to process, and I'm sure you're going through a range of emotions right now. But the important thing right now is for Cody to have a safe place and some stability, to keep up with school and practice. So, for the time being, Cody, you will be staying with us. We'll set up a bed in the game room down the hall, so until then, you boys can sleep in here. Ok?" his mom said as his dad, still soaked in sweat, stood behind her nodding in agreement.

"I can't think you enough," I said. "You're the only family I have here, so it means a lot to me that you took me in."

Kevin came over and wrapped his arm around me too. "We got you, man." Kevin's dad stepped forward and tussled my hair a bit. "And you can be yourself here too, son."

"So, boys, tonight we've got a halloween costume party to go to, so thought you could order a couple pizzas and you all could stay in, watch movies, play video games, and just hang out. Sound good?" Leo asked.

"Sure, dad. What are you dressing up as?" Kevin asked.

"It's a surprise," he responded, winking at Kevin and me, as he and Kevin's mom walked out.
Kevin cleared out a couple drawers in his dresser for me to put my stuff, and then we went down to the kitchen to grab some sodas.

I almost dropped my drink when I saw Kevin's dad walk in the kitchen with his costume. From what I could tell, he was dressed up as He-Man, wearing nothing but an orangish-brown speedo and silver straps across his bare hairy chest like a harness, with a yellow haired wig.

Kevin's dad is 100% Italian, his family having moved to the US when he was in high school, so he still has a slight accent, although it's mostly gone by now. His skin is dark olive, with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. And, now that I could see his bare chest, he had trimmed dark chest hair resting across his amazing pecs and abs. He looked like a sexy instagram model that lives in the gym. Looking down at his speedo, he was either stuffing a couple pairs of socks in that thing, or his was sporting a massive dick. He had strips of cloth tied around his massive biceps, and a plastic sword tucked into his speedo. Capping it off were his calf-high dark brown leather booties.

"Christ, dad, is that what you're wearing?!" Kevin said, shocked at how much skin his dad was showing.

"I think I nailed it! Right?!" he said, proud of himself, spinning in the kitchen showing off his costume.

It was at that moment that I realized I was sexually attracted to this stud of a man. My eyes traveled from his masculine face, with short dark facial hair that was just slightly starting to show grey, but in a sexy way, down to his muscular athletic torso, his nipples firm and resting on his muscular pecs, sitting right above his 12-pack abs. He even had that v-shaped muscle that guided your eyes straight to his groin. I gawked at his massive package in that speedo, before looking down at his thick quads and calves, also covered in dark hair. The man looked like a movie star.

"What do you think, Cody?" he asked, smiling warmly at me, holding his muscular arms out, showing off.

"Uh, I, uh, I've only seen clips of that show, but it looks pretty authentic, Mr. Jones," I managed to say.

"Thank you dear boy. You recognize real talent when you see it. You're like the son I never had! 

And it's not Mr. Jones. Tonight, He-Man. By the power of Grayskull!!!" he said, pulling his sword out and holding it high. It was kind of cute how into this he was. Like a little kid on Halloween. I laughed, as Kevin shook his head in embarrassment. I actually was enjoying the normal family banter for a change, even though I couldn't take my eyes off of Mr. Jones' body. I can't even remember what his mom was dressed as, I was so fixated on him.

"Here's some pizza money. Don't wait up, boys!" he said, as they walked out the front door, my eyes glued to his amazing ass bouncing in that tight speedo.

"God, he's too much sometimes," Kevin lamented.

"I think it's kinda cool how into it he got," I responded. Kevin rolled his eyes and started ordering the pizza on his phone.

"Come on, my dad's got some beers stashed in the garage fridge, then we can play some games," he said.

We found the six pack of bottled Sam Adams Octoberfest beer in the back of the fridge in the garage. It didn't take us long to work through the bottles, each of us starting to feel it. We both started dozing off, so we made our way back to Kevin's room. We stripped down to our underwear, like we always did, and climbed into bed.

Kevin hadn't changed one bit since I came out to him. I was worried he'd turn out to be one of those guys that got nervous changing around a gay guy, or that he'd think I was always hitting on him, but he stayed exactly the same. I flat out told him that I look at him like a brother, so I'm not going to hit on him or anything. After making the obligatory joke about me not thinking he was attractive, he said he felt the same way, and that nothing would change our relationship.

So we continued to sleep in the same bed together like we had at every sleepover since we were five, in our underwear. As we lay in bed, I turned to Kevin and said, "Hey, man. I just want to thank you for letting me stay here. Without you and your family, I'd be sleeping under some bridge or something tonight. I know it's a burden, but it means a lot to me."

He turned to me and reached out to hug me, pressing his warm body against mine. "Don't sweat it, bro. I love having you here. And my mum and dad are cool with it too. As long as you need. Just watch out for my dad. He gets a little too...um...dad like sometimes."

"I think it's nice. You can tell he loves you all. And he was great to me when I showed up. He's kinda like a dad to me too now."

"You can have him, haha. I've gotten enough of the smothering father love by now. But, in all seriousness. You're welcome here forever. You're part of our family."

"Thanks, man. Love you." Then we both dozed off, Kevin's arm still around me.

A couple hours later, I woke up and had to take a piss. I stumbled to Kevin's bathroom, feeling the effects of those beers, and relieved myself. I then went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water, needing to hydrate.

Still groggy, I stopped in my tracks when I entered the kitchen and saw Kevin's dad leaning in the open fridge, wearing nothing but his brown speedo from earlier.

"Um, hey, Mr. Jones, er, I mean, Mr. He-Man," I mumbled, startling him a bit.

"Oh, hey, Cody," he said, standing back up and facing me, the light from the fridge shining across his body like a spotlight, my eyes traveling down his chest to his groin area.

"How was the party?" I asked, realizing that I was now standing in front of him in my tight blue briefs, struggling not to get hard.

"It was pretty wild. I'm kinda drunk to be honest. I was looking for something to munch on," he said, slightly swaying and slurring his speech. "What trouble did you boys get into?"

"We stole your beers from the garage fridge," I blurted out. "Oh, shit, I don't think I was supposed to say that."

"Haha, I put those there knowing that Kevin would find them. You guys are young men, and as long as you don't drive or do anything stupid, there's nothing wrong with having a few beers with your mate," he said, stepping forward to pat me on the shoulder. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.

Leo noticed. "Is everything ok, Cody?"

"Yeah, Mr. Jones, I mean Leo, I mean, He-Man....It's just that I just realized we're both standing here in our skivvies."

"Oh, haha. Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just us guys here, and, hell, we're both pretty good looking, so why not show it off, right? I mean, this thing was the talk of the party," he said, motioning to his packed speedo.

"Yeah, it's just that, I've never been around my dad, like that," I said, lowering my head.

"Son, hey, come here," he said, wrapping his muscular arm around me. "Listen, I know I'm not your dad, and I'm not in his head to know why he reacted the way he did. But, I think you deserve to be around a positive male role model and father figure, and I'm willing to be that guy for you if you are ok with that."

"I am, and thank you, Mr. Jones. That means a lot to me," I replied, leaning into his chest as he embraced me.

"But you've gotta stop calling me that, kid," he joked. "It makes me feel like MY father. It's either Leo, or, hell, you can call me dad if that's easier."

"Thanks......dad," I said, smiling up at him.

"Hey, you up for one last beer before calling it a night?" he asked. "Just don't tell the wife. She already thinks I got too crazy at the party," he said, winking at me, grinning.

"Sure!" I replied.

He reached into the back of the fridge, giving me another view of his muscular ass, and grabbed two bottles from the back. "Found 'em. Come on, let's go back to my office so we don't wake the others," he said, motioning me to follow him down the hall to his office.

After we entered his office, he turned and slowly closed the door, trying not to make any noise, and turned on one of the lamps, shining another light on his bare body, and mine.

"Come here, son," he motioned for me to sit next to him on the leather sofa against the wall, handing me the bottled beer. I sat next to him, and he scooted over next to me, our legs touching, as he put his arm around me.

I struggled again not to pop a boner, but it was almost too late, feeling his hairy leg resting against mine, smelling his manly scent, a subtle amount of cologne, mixed with sweat and musk.

"So, Cody, how are things at school. The kids treating you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess so, why?"

"Have you come out to anyone other than Kevin? Like your team or your coach?" I was on the cross country team, but wasn't too close with many of the other guys. Kevin was on the swim team.

"No, not yet. My parents were the next ones, and, well, we know how that went," I replied, chuckling.

"So you're not dating anyone?" he asked, his arm still around me, making it hard for me to concentrate.

"No....I've never....I mean, I've never, uh, this is kind of embarrassing, Mr....I mean, dad.....I've never been with another guy before," I finally let out the words. "I mean, I dated girls for a while, but, like, well, you know...it just didn't do anything for me if you know what I mean." I looked up at him, as his piercing brown eyes looked down at me intently. I could tell he genuinely cared for me. My own father had never taken this much interest in me.

"Yeah, I get it, son. But, surely, there must be a guy, or a couple of guys, that you'd like to date that you just haven't mustered the courage to ask out?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Oh, come on, you can talk to me. What kind of guys do you like?"

"You really want to know?" I asked.

"Of course. This is what dads and sons talk about over beers. Don't be shy," he said, pulling me into him, as we both sipped our beer. "There must be tons of guys that want to tap that perky little ass of yours," he joked. I blushed a little that he was talking about my ass, which was, actually, one of my best assets, due to all the running.

I started to open up. "I don't know. There are a couple seniors on the wrestling team...But, I don't know. I don't even know if they're...you know..." I said. "And I wouldn't even know what to do if they were."

"Hey, don't doubt yourself one bit, son. It's the same with guys as it is with girls. You gotta go in with 100% confidence in yourself, and that's how you get the date. That's how I ended up with Kevin's mom, you know."

"Yeah, but it's different with guys.."

"I don't think so, son. If you exude confidence, even if you're scared as shit in the background, you'll get the date, and that's the hardest part. After that, it's just being yourself."

"Yeah, but, even if I got a date, I don't know what to do, you know, with another guy," I confessed.

"Ok, that's fair. But I don't think it's all that different. You know, from kissing a girl. It's just more facial hair, and maybe more force, but I'm guessing it's the same foundation that you're already familiar with," he responded.

"I don't know, I'm just nervous. What if they have been with a lot of other experienced guys, and I'm, like, a novice or something and they laugh at me?" I said. "I'm sorry, I haven't even said this stuff to Kevin, I don't know what I'm saying," I said, shaking my head.

"Hey, hey, hey, son. Get out of your head. This is what dads are for. You can talk to me about this stuff. It's a lot for you to you be racing through your mind. Look, you're a good looking kid with a lot to offer. Don't talk yourself out of how great you are. The rest will fall in place," he said, attempting to reassure me, his hand resting on my chest.

"I appreciate that, but like, what if I get a guy on a date and then it comes to the kiss. I have no idea what to do."

He paused for a minute and then said, "Well, do you want to practice on me?"

"What?!"

"Well, I'm a guy, so do you want to practice on me so you know what to expect the first time? I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out how I can help you with this."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, son," he replied, looking at me. "If that gets the butterflies out of your stomach for the first time, then I'm game." He was dead serious.

I thought for a minute, and then acquiesced. "Um, ok, I guess it's worth a try. If you don't think that's too weird."

Kevin's dad turned to me, put one hand on the side of my face and then leaned in slowly until our lips touched. He opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue dart across mine, as I leaned into him and met his warm smooth tongue with mine. The sensation of his lips and tongue sent shivers down my body and immediately caused me to get rock hard in my briefs.

But he didn't back off. He reached around and grabbed my head from behind and pulled me into him, his stubble rubbing against my face as we pressed our faces into each other, our mouths opening to join our tongues and lips. I leaned into him feeling a sensation I'd never had before, as he continued to kiss me deeply, his masculine touch making me harder by the second. As I leaned in more, he responded in kind, pushing deeper into my mouth, making me feel like we were connected. If he was faking this, he was damn good at it.

Lost in the moment, I reached over and placed my hand on his muscular chest, grabbing it firmly. He didn't reject me, so I continued to feel his muscular body while our mouths were locked in a sensual kiss like I'd never felt before.

I then felt Leo's hand on mine. Thinking he was going to swat me away from feeling his chest, I felt him guide my hand down to his muscular hairy abs, feeling every ridge of his muscular torso, and further, until my fingers felt the smooth fabric of his speedo. His hand pushed mine further down until it was firmly resting on top of his spandex covered bulge. His dick was clearly straining against the fabric as we continued to make out. My hand had never touched another penis, so I wasn't even sure how to react.

Leo continued to make out with me while my hand rested on his crotch. Eventually, he pulled back and smiled at me. "See, you've got nothing to worry about. Look at what effect you had on me, just from kissing me," he said. I realized my fingers were still running up and down the length of his dick under his speedo. "If that was your first kiss with a guy, you're gonna be the gay stud of the school, kid," he joked.

"Um, thanks. I guess it's not all that different, but yet it is. But now I know what it feels like, so thank you."

"No problem, son. Like I said, you can talk to me about these things, and we'll work them out together. That's what dads are for," he said, pulling me into his firm embrace.

"But, it looks like we're both hard after all this, so maybe we should rub one out, relieve ourselves before going back to bed?" he suggested, looking down and noticing my hard on straining through my briefs.

"Um, sure, if that's ok with you," I said, reluctantly.

"It'll be just between us, ok? A couple of masculine studs just needing to shoot a load," he said, as he pulled his speedo down, revealing his massive uncut cock that had to be at least eight inches and growing once it was unleashed from the speedo fabric. "Fuck, I've been so horny all night with this thing trapped in my speedo," he said as he started to rub his hand up and down the shaft, it growing firmer with each stroke.

My eyes were fixated on his growing dick, and he noticed.

"Well, go ahead, whip yours out, son. Don't be shy," he said, looking down at my briefs.
I proceeded to pull the waistband of my briefs down, letting my rock hard cock out as Kevin's dad watched on.

"Nice, little man! Or should I say, hung man!" Leo reacted at the sight of my 7.5 inch cock. If my ass was my best feature, my large dick, which looked even bigger relative to my build, was my second best asset.

Leo reached over and grabbed something from the drawer of a table next to the couch. He pumped a few drops into his hand and glided it over his cock, the lube shining under the light of the lamp as I watched on.

"You want some?" he offered. I nodded, and he pumped a few more drops into his hand and then reached over and stroked my cock with it, coating my dick with warm lube. The feeling of his hand on my dick caused me to gasp, and almost ejaculate all over his hand.

After he'd coated my dick, he pulled his hand off and returned to stroking his own cock. I was fixated on it, watching his hand squeeze his shaft, swirling his hand around his swollen head before pulling it all the way down, his hand slapping against his shaven balls.

Leo looked over at me, then down to my cock, as I continued to stroke it. "That's gonna be pretty popular with the boys, you know." I smiled at the compliment. While I was certainly sexually attracted to him, he was also serving as the warm father figure I never had, and didn't realize what I was missing.

Soon, Leo reached up with his free hand and started squeezing his nipple, leaning his head back and moaning, his hips thrusting against his hand as it continued stroking his huge dick.

I was mesmerized by this, my only nipple experience being the ubiquitous titty twister in the locker room as a boy. But this seemed to really get him going, the way that he was reacting to it.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me, seeing the confused look on my face. "You've never played with your nips while you jacked off?" he asked. I shook my head. "You should try it. It gets me so fucking horny when someone squeezes and bites on mine. Makes me rock hard." I could certainly see the effect of that, noticing that some clear precum was starting to ooze out of the tip of his cock.

I slowly moved my hand up to my nipple and awkwardly pinched it, causing me to wince. "I don't know, dad. I don't see it," I joked.

"Here, try this," he said, as he leaned over and planted his lips on my left nipple, catching me by surprise. At first, I felt his tongue flicking against my hardening nipple, the sensation new for me, and nice. But then I felt his teeth gently latch on to my nipple, squeezing it, while his tongue still flicked against it. Now THAT sent a shockwave down my body directly to my dick. I moaned out involuntarily at the feeling of it, my dick throbbing even harder.

He pulled off and looked over at me, smiling. "See, I told you."

"Jesus, I've never felt anything like that before," I confessed, still a little short of breath from it.

"See, straight guys, and gay guys, we still got lots in common," he laughed, lightning the mood, as we both continued to jack our cocks next to each other. Something about him made me feel completely comfortable in his presence, even naked next to him.

"Can I try yours?" I asked, looking down at his nipples. He paused for a bit, looking down at his own chest, before nodding yes. I leaned over and tried to imitate what he'd done on mine, starting with kissing his firm nipple, my lips pressed against his muscular pec, and running my tongue across and around it. I felt him inhale deeply and moan in response.

I then started to lightly bite his nipple, nervous that I'd clench down too hard. But I soon felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling me into his chest, signaling me to go harder. So I obliged, still worried I would hurt him. But he moaned even louder. "Fuck, Cody, that's it. Bite it harder, son," he ordered me.

I squeezed it harder between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it like he'd done to mine. I must have hit the right spot. "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuccckkkkkk, I'm cuuummmmniiiiiinnnnnngggg. Holllly fuuuuuck," he moaned, as he shot a stream of cum across his abs, striking me on the side of my face while I was still latched on to his nipple. The second, third, and fourth streams didn't make it as far, pooling on his muscular hairy abs, as he breathed heavily, recovering from his intense orgasm.

As soon as he finished, I released his nipple and leaned up, his cum dripping down the side of my face.

"Oh shit, I shot you in the face," he said, not able to stop himself from chuckling. "That's also good practice for the boys, haha." We both laughed at that one, as he ran his finger up my cheek wiping off the cum as best he could.

To my surprise, the then pulled his fingers up to his mouth and licked the cum off of them as I watched in amazement.

He noticed my reaction. "Oh, you've never tasted your own cum?" I shook my head, still watching as he licked each of his fingers, savoring the taste of his own load.

I was still stroking my cock, and the view of Kevin's dad eating his own load, the rest still dripping down his muscular torso, sent me over the edge, and I started busting a huge load on my own chest and stomach as Leo watched on. "Atta boy! Nice, big load there, buddy!"

I finally stopped cumming, squeezing the last drops of cum from my dick, dripping onto my stomach, as I looked over at Leo. He looked like a proud dad, watching me shoot such a big load.

I looked down at my hand, dripping with my load, and figured I'd give it a try. I slowly lifted it up to my mouth and stuck my tongue out, making contact with my warm jizz. "There you go. Go ahead, taste that man juice, son," Leo egged me on.

Wanting to impress him, I stuck my entire thumb in my mouth, running my tongue around it to lick off every drop of my load. The taste surprised me, and I actually kind of liked it. I looked over at Leo, smiling. "See, I told you. There's nothing more primal that eating cum, full of protein and testosterone. And every man's tastes different, you know."

"It does?" I asked, curious how that could be.

"Yeah. We each have our own recipe that our balls cook up, unique to us."

"Hmm, I didn't know that," I said. "Can I try yours?" I asked, looking down at the large pool of white cum still resting on his stomach. "Just to see how mine compares to yours, dad?"

He hesitated, looking down at his own jizz, before responding. "Yeah, sure, son. Yeah, if you want to."

I didn't wait a second to lean over and run my tongue across his hairy abs to lap up he first gob of his man juice, leaning up to taste it as I swallowed it. Leo watched my face for my reaction. 

"Well?"

"You're right, dad. It does taste different than mine. I kind of like the taste of yours better," I said, leaning down to lap up some more, the salty, sweet and musky taste of his load overwhelming my senses as I licked up more and more, swallowing as much as I could. Even the smell of it was intoxicating.

"Geez, kid, you do really like that, huh?" Leo said, watching me suck up every last drop from his abs.

"I don't know, it tastes really good, and maybe the testosterone from your juice will help me get stronger," I said, turning back to capturing every possible drop of his seed.

After cleaning off his torso, I noticed a drop sliding out of the tip of his now softening cock. I leaned over and ran my tongue across his dick, my first time tasting another man's piece, as it jumped a little in response. I tried to take the head into my mouth, succeeding for a couple seconds, feeling him get harder, before he pulled me off.

"Whoah, son. Hey, that might be enough for tonight. We're both a little drunk, and we released some impressive loads, and had some great father/son talk. So maybe we should call it a night, huh, kid?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I feel so embarrassed...."

"Hey, son, no. Not at all. Hey, come here," he said as he pulled me over onto his lap, me straddling him, as he wrapped his muscular arms around me, pulling me in tight.

"Listen, you didn't do anything wrong, not at all. I love you son, ok?" I nodded, feeling better, as he pulled me into him, our warm bodies connected, as he kissed me gently on the lips. He then patted me softly on the ass. "Ok, let's get to bed before the others wonder what we're up to. And, Cody, this is our special private time, right? Where we can talk about anything, just us, ok?" I nodded in agreement, reaching down to pull my briefs back up.

I watched Leo do the same, tucking his semi-hard dick back into his tight speedo, looking over at me and smiling as I watched on with complete admiration for this man, my new dad.

To be continued.....

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