Casino Fever

Paul usually does not enter a casino, but since he had free time in Niagara Falls, Canada, he told himself that one hour behind a slot machine could not hurt. Who knows, he might have beginner’s luck… He was going to be a lucky Daddy!

As he sat down in front of 3 Sevens machine, he noticed a young man actively pumping his Crazy Diamonds machine. What Paul noticed, to be honest, was the muscular biceps of his neighbor, the firm torso of this handsome dude and the tight jean shorts he was wearing. Since Paul has a jeans and jockstrap fetish, he imagined this young virile hunk playing in a red jockstrap. That got him horny, but what could he do in a public area? Social contact was a first step.

- Hi, my name is Paul.
- Hi, my name is Jeff. I’m American, are you Canadian?
- Yes, French-Canadian. Any luck so far?
- Two steps forward, one step backward.
- The nice grin on your face seems to show some satisfaction…
- Hope you will also smile, Paul, no need to be serious here.
- You’re right, Jeff. In fact, I feel more like watching you play. Do you mind if I sit next to you, might bring you some luck…?
- That’s a good idea, Paul, please sit close to me. I will imagine that you’re a Daddy putting an arm on his son’s shoulder.

Paul did not lose one second and took place as close as possible to Jeff. They both smiled and Paul felt Jeff’s knee lightly brush against his thigh. Was that a sign? The answer came immediately as Jeff’s left-hand gripped Paul’s right hand and pressed it warmly.

- You energize me, handsome Daddy.
- Feels so good, my virile Son.
- Do you have something in mind…?
- Plenty of fun, to be honest.
- Same here, Daddy. Do you have a hotel room?
- Yes, and it’s waiting for you, Sonny.
- Great, let’s go!

In one step two movements, Paul and Jeff were cuddling on the room’s love seat. Daddy could feel his Son’s crotch bulging and that triggered a passionate embrace, an exchange of deep wet kisses. Daddy then grabbed Son’s firm ass and started to massage it, even slap it lightly.

- Oh yes, Daddy, give me a spanking.
- Have you been a naughty boy?
- Not naughty, just horny!
- I can help you with that, sonny boy. I order you to strip down.
- Yes sir, I offer you my thick pink dick.
- And your sweet rosette too…?
- What is a rosette, Daddy?
- It’s your ass hole that I want to lick, suck and rim!
- Wow, you taught me a new word, its is so poetic. Thank you, Daddy.

In no time they were both lying on top of each other on the king size bed. Daddy sucked his Son’s long hard stick and chewed his testicles as big as golf balls. Moans of satisfaction pushed Daddy to increase this pleasure by sliding his tongue in his new son’s crack, reaching the rose bud with excitement. His tongue acted like a bee darting a flower to suck the nectar.

Ever since he was a teenager, Paul had placed Virility on an altar. He now had a monument of Masculinity that he could worship whole-heartedly. Daddy did not loose time and, with his tongue and two hands, he brought his Son to climax.

Jeff was as active as Paul. He had dreamed of veneering a Daddy and now all the stars were aligned. He sucked Daddy’s succulent mushroom until it gave him a warm soup and cries of pure joy.

- Can Son fuck Daddy?
- Your rod is too thick, you will hurt me.
- I’m a gentle and caring Son, please trust me, Holy Father.
- Oh! I wanted to become a priest in my childhood, and now you can make me a pope. OK, but go smoothly.

Son whispered tender words in Daddy’s ear, bend him over and started to slide his rod in the crack, getting it harder and harder as Daddy breathed heavily. Son had no KY or Crisco, so he used his saliva to lubricate Daddy’s rosette, then finger fucked him. When he heard him shout “Fuck, I had no idea it could be that divine!”, he shoved his rod and pounded gently his new Holy Father.

It was the beginning of a long Canada-US relation.