Home cumming

Paul had not seen his son for many years, had even forgotten how Jeffery had grown to become a mature guy. “He must be in his mid thirties by now, the prime-time for any mature man.” Daddy Paul decided that is was now time for a Homecoming. He was going to be in for a big surprise because both Daddy and Son had kept secret a fantasy that would blossom in all its glory…

Jeffery met Paul at the airport and they awkwardly shook hands at first, then timidly hugged each other. Both had a beard, both had a smile, both had a grin on their face. And both wondered if these were not hidden signs of a “special” mutual attraction.

Paul got in Jeff’s jeep and they headed for downtown Houston through loop 610. The proud Son took pleasure in showing all the high rises to an interesting Dad: JPMorgan Chase Tower, Niels Esperson Building, Williams Tower, and Bank of America Center. As soon as Paul entered Jeff’s apartment, he was pleased to see a tidy and well-kept place, so inviting that he immediately headed for the love seat, smiling while discreetly scratching his crotch. There was no doubt in Jeff’s mind, Daddy was sending him a message.

Jeff took place near his father, chitchatting on their old-time camping expeditions. In no time, Daddy put his arm on his son’s shoulder and gave him a big hug. This triggered them to cuddle and feel the warmth of each other’s body.

• Wow! You have strong biceps, Son.
• I go to gym three times a week to tone my muscles. You seem to be in pretty good shape too, Daddy.
• I bicycle an hour every day, not to put on weight and to keep my thighs firm. Want to feel the result, Son?

Jeff took that as a direct invitation and put a solid grip on his father’s thigh. He received a radiant smile in return. A small but firm pressure triggered daddy to give a kiss on his son’s forehead… on his cheeks… on his sweet lips. Jeff’s second move was a French kiss and a grip on daddy’s crotch. They passionately embraced and gradually got up to better feel their virility in an exhilarating fore play frottage.

Son’s plan was unfolding wonderfully. He undressed Daddy and smiled as soon as he saw the bulging red jockstrap. This reminded him of a night under the tent during a camping trip, where his father had shown him how to put a jockstrap on, adding nonchalantly that “One has to keep his jewels well in place!” Now, Dad’s jewels wanted to be exposed, so he kneeled down to worship this offering, first by licking the wrapped slender rod, then by taking it out of its red garment to smell the virile perfume and kiss the emerging pink mushroom.

But Daddy wanted his cake and eat it. He undressed his son and whispered in his ear: “I’ve been dreaming of a 69 encounter ever since you were a teenager, Son, now it’s coming true, my sweet little demon!” The living room carpet became the stage of the most intense sucking choreography. While pushing his thick dick in daddy’s mouth, Jeff stretched out to grab the KY tube and started to lube up his Dad’s cock and balls, first with a gentle stroke, then a firm hand, making his Daddy moan, squirm and horn out for his Son’s divine talent. But that was just Act 1.

Jeff had written the scenario of Act 2 and lost no time in lubing his index to slowly finger fuck Paul’s hole, who could not resist by reciprocating. Son and Daddy were now having Heaven on Earth… or almost. Act 3 was written by Paul who was started to lick and bite Jeff’s ass, inserting his tongue deep inside the crack to reach a blossoming rose bud that he devoured with frenzy. It was now Son’s turn to moan, squirm and horn out for his Daddy’s divine skill.

The climax of this erotic choreography was an explosion of sperm, a nectar that both swallowed in a greedy way to end up kissing again passionately, deliciously mixing saliva and semen. This nectar was ammunition for a second and third round in the ring or temple of Father-Son Love!