Jeff:
A few weeks had gone by since Mary’s going away party, everything was starting to change. As tulips and other flowers broke through the ground, signifying spring and a fresh start, the signatures on our divorce paperwork signified something similar.
Mary already had an apartment lined up in the city and a truck came for her things a few days before. The house still looked the same, just more like a blank canvas than the home we made it. I hated to see it, but tried to look at it as a reminder of the fresh start.
Connor seemed at ease over everything, excited even. I know he didn’t think I’d catch him, but I always would. Those looks, craving and longing, playful in his blue eyes. He wasn’t even trying to be, but was so cute. I knew I was giving him those similar looks back too. As stressful as it was and I had been, I was excited. The house left to just me and my boy. An entire summer before he left for college, and I was going to make it his best one yet. Especially not knowing what the future held for us once he did leave for school.
Mary’s flight was on a Friday, an extremely early morning flight. As much as a divorced couple should despise each other, we really didn’t. Everything ended between us amicably, and we both knew this was right. She sold her Mercedes the week prior, and I told her I’d take the morning to bring her to the airport.
The night before, I could hear the faint murmurs of her goodbye to our son. She’d be gone way before he had to leave for school. As much as I wanted to be there for Connor, I knew he and his mother needed this time alone. He needed to put a close to this chapter, just as much as she did. Not that we’d never see her again, but still.
We ended up leaving the house early the next day, it was still dark when we left. It was an odd feeling, being in the truck with her. I’d had it forever, shortly after her and I got together. The ride was mostly silent, her looking out the window and taking everything in, as if in a way to remember it and say goodbye.
As we got closer to the airport I could sense she was getting antsy. Thinking of the words she was going to say.
“You’re going to be okay, and so are we.” I told her, flashing a grin warmly. Her eyes caught mine and I could see her uncoil a bit.
“I know.” She sighed. “It’s just… weird. Leaving you both behind, but it’s a new beginning. For all of us.” She grinned back and I nodded my head in agreement.
A few moments passed, with just the roar of my trucks engine down the highway as traffic began to pick up the closer we got to the airport.
“Thanks for being the parent all this time. I know I never was.” She finally chirped. She looked sad, I didn’t want to see that, not in these last moments Before I could say something she continued. “I always thought once I was a mom, that instinct would kick in. It just never did for me. I love Connor and we got so lucky with our son, and he got so lucky that you’re his father. You make his world so much brighter, Jeff. You always have.” She smiled at me as I gave a dry swallow. If only she knew… “and I know you always will. It… it makes me happy knowing you’re his safety net. You two are so close, so connected.” She said with a grin as a black tear rolled down her cheek.
I opened my glove box, and handed her a napkin which she took and blotted to not mess up her makeup. I was starting to feel a little guilty, both for Mary feeling inadequate, and knowing just how connected my son and I really are. “You always provided for him though. Even if you weren’t there for everything, he knows you cared about him in your own way. That college fund, his savings, showing him how to have a strong work ethic… that was all you.” I gave her a grin, and giving her acknowledgment. I meant it too, even if she wasn’t maternal, she did care in her own way.
“We made a good team, didn’t we? And we have an amazing son, all grown up and ready to take on the world. You were a great role model too. A perfect father.” She said with an exhale. “Just promise me you’ll take care of him. Keep him safe. Keep him happy. No matter what.” She said looking at me deeply. Her blue eyes piercing me, similar to how Connor’s did.
“Of course I will.” I said grinning at her “I’d do everything and anything for that boy.” I told her. My stomach coiling with that forbidden feeling again. My conscience trapped between a fatherly will and my own sexual need. The filtering love between those two opposing sides mingling in my mind.
As we reached the airport, I parked at a spot to let her out and hopped out of the truck. I grabbed her bag from the back, and opened the door as Mary stepped out. She was dressed smart, corporate like, even for a flight. I let her wheeled bag hit the sidewalk as I extend the handle and scooted it next to her. On instinct we hugged each other goodbye. Her small frame crashed into me, delicate. Her floral perfume wafting against me, not over intoxicating but there.
“I’m happy for you, Mary.” I whispered in her ear, and felt her grip tighten just softly.
“Thank you for everything, Jeff. I want you to be happy too.” She whispered back.
We held that hug for some time. Cars honking and the sounds of jet turbines as the background track. Mary and I were no longer in love, but we did love and care for each other, wanting each other to have what was best. I knew this was what was best for her, and this was definitely what was best for Connor and I.
When I got home, it was still early, the sun just starting to rise. Connor would have to get up for school soon. I figured I should wake him, but needed coffee first, it had been a long early morning already and I was struggling.
As I waited for the coffee to brew I took a look around the half empty house. The house that had been home to us, filled with memories, seemed so empty now. The checkered print drapes along the windows were gone, along with Mary’s trinkets and other decorations. Art she had hung up was taken too. Even the couch and rug was gone. I made a mental note that Connor and I would need to go shopping soon to make the house not feel so empty. Make it ours and make even more memories.
My heart fluttered a bit at that thought, making this place a home again for my… son? Whatever we were, I wanted this to be our safe space, where we didn’t have any walls up. Where we could just be us, a father and son navigating this relationship we’ve developed.
The ding from the coffee machine broke my thoughts and brought me back to reality. It smelled amazing as I filled my mug, watching the steam billow out. I added just a splash of cream to lighten it up. Colombian coffee was always my favorite. As I took that first sip, I could feel the immediate relief it always gave. As if my shoulders lightened up. I’m not sure if it was just ritual at this point, or if I truly needed the caffeine, but my morning coffee always grounded me.
Making my way down the also now empty hall, I decided I should check on Connor. The door creaked jut slightly as I peaked my head inside. His room was probably the only one that went untouched in the divorce, still looking like the completely same teenage boys room. But that’s not what caught my eye. Fuck, Connor looked beautiful. He lay on his beds somewhat on his stomach with the blanket tangled around him and between his thighs, but his smooth toned back was exposed along with his bubble butt. I could feel my cock swelling from the site. My son slept peacefully as the morning sun started to shine through on him, his blonde hair just slightly messy, but still looked good. He always looked good.
Before I realized it, my hand was actively massaging my slowly swelling cock behind my jeans as I sipped my coffee. I decided I should just step in and wake him at this point. He needed to get to school soon anyway. This was his last day before finals. His last real day of high school.
As I reached his bedside, I couldn’t help but run my hand over his smooth soft skin, lingering as I reached his ass. My lower lip caught in my teeth gently as I drank the view of him in. I set my coffee down on his nightstand stand, noticing a new picture frame along with one that had been there a while. I picked up the first, it had been here for years. A picture of me and him fishing a few years ago, he was probably 14 or 15 at the time. I smiled to myself at the memory before looking at the new one. It was the picture he took of us in the bathroom at Mary’s going away party. We both looked flushed, but happy. My cock grew even fuller at the memory of me taking him in the bathroom as I smiled to myself. I had no idea he had even printed this one. If anyone else would have saw it, it would have looked normal, but he and I would know why we looked so flush and spent.
“Morning, dad.” I heard him groggily say as those perfect blue eyes looked up at me with a morning grin.
“Morning.” I said with a grin back, as I set the picture back down. “Didn’t mean to snoop.” I admitted.
“I love that picture,” he said with a grin as he turned over to face me, his eyes shifting immediately to the bulge in my jeans. His hand didn’t hesitate to reach out and caress my trapped swollen cock. I couldn’t help but grunt at his touch. “Looks like you remember it just as well as I do.” He teased.
“Was a mix of that, and seeing this perfect ass of yours.” I teased as I let my hand landed on his soft ass cheek, groping it as he massaged my groin. I couldn’t control myself as I let my finger dig between his cheeks and massage his hole, gently pushing pressure on him just a bit.
“Fuck, dad.” Connor moaned out through a grin. “Ya’know, this is probably the last time I’ll be sleeping in this bed. Maybe we should give it a send off.” He smirked up at me as he kicked his blanket off and the rest of his body was exposed. As he shifted closer to me more on his back, I could see his little morning wood jutting out from his smooth groin. His lips landed on the stretched denim containing my cock.
I sucked my finger, then brought it back between his thighs and found his hole again, pressing into him this time as he ran his mouth over my trapped cock. He moaned against me as I pressed down on his prostate. “Guess we should,” I grunted low and in a teasing tone. “This is probably the last day I’ll be able to send you to school bred full too.” I reminded him.
Connor unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down as he kissed at my pubic hair and fished my cock out of my jeans. He always looks so surprised by my size and happy to see it, I loved that look in his face. “Guess this should be one to remember then, dad.” He smiled up at me then wrapped his lips around my cock head and started slowly sucking.
“Awh, fuck yeah. God I love your mouth, sport.” I grunted as I watched him suck my cock as I finger fucked his hole. I could feel and hear Connor moan around my girth as he tried to go deeper but this was a tough angle. He didn’t need to go deeper anyway, he knew what felt good and how to work my cock just right. He was stroking the excess of my shaft with one hand as he sucked, while he grabbed my thigh with the other to steady himself. His tongue swirling around my large head, then flattening and flicking against my frenulum. It made me grunt more as I reflexively bucked my hips, accidentally making him gag.
“Fuck, sorry sport.” I laughed a bit as I used my other hand to comb through his blonde hair. His eyes were on me as he continued sucking, but I could tell he’d be grinning if his lips weren’t stretched to their limits around me. My shaft was already glistening in a sheen of his spit as he worked my cock.
My second finger slipped in alongside the first, stretching Connor wider with each slow thrust until his moans vibrated around my cock. I quickened the pace, in and out, twisting, feeling his tight heat grip around my fingers as I worked him open. His hole glistened, slick with my spit and his own desperate need, hungry for more.
My hand abandoned his slick entrance to trail upward, fingertips tracing his taint before cupping his delicate little balls, rolling them just enough to make him whimper. Then stroking the flushed length of his tiny cock with featherlight touches.
"Fuck, look at this little thing," I growled, flicking the tip of his straining erection with my thumb. "Getting off just from swallowing daddy’s huge dick like a good boy, aren’t you?"
Another muffled moan, then an eager bob of his head as he took me deeper, his throat beginning to flutter around me.
"God, just like that, Connor! Fuck, your mouth was made for my cock." My breath hitched as Connor swallowed me deeper, those desperate little moans he made drove me wild. He'd always been obsessed with my cock, starved for it in a way that made my ego swell. My own son, my perfect fucking match.
My thumb traced the desperate twitch of his neglected dick just to watch him squirm. "Look at you," I chuckled, voice rough. "Already forgetting this worthless thing exists when you've got your pretty mouth wrapped around the real deal."
His eyes snapped up, deep blue and pleading, hazy with submission. Exactly where he belonged, and he loved it.
"Only one cock matters between us, sport," I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as he whimpered. "And you're gonna take every inch like the good boy you are."
The vibration of his moan traveled straight up my spine when he obeyed, hollowing his cheeks until his throat gave way around me, forcing himself halfway down my cock.
"Ah, fuck yeah. Just like that." I groaned as his throat clenched tight around me. But I couldn't wait any longer; I needed that tight little pussy of his. Yanking my slick, glistening dick out of his mouth, Connor chased after it with hungry whimpers, making me laugh under my breath. Fuck, he doesn’t even know how adorable that was. When he finally caught on, he flashed me this dumb, eager grin before zeroing back in on my cock swaying inches from his face. Strands of spit still stretched between his puffy lips and my shaft. “Scoot your ass over," I ordered playfully, and his eyes darted back up from my dick. His grin turning wicked as he scrambled to obey.
He shifted closer and I pressed against his back, wrapping around him. His knees were drawn up slightly as he lay curled, the hot weight of my cock nestled against the curve of his bare ass, throbbing lazily. Connor was stripped bare while I still wore some of my clothes. Just my jeans were tugged low enough for my cock to be free, but I ditched my Tshirt. The contrast thrilled me, and from the way he arched into me, I knew it turned him on too.
"I want you so bad right now, dad. Fuck me" His breath hitched, head twisting back to meet my gaze as I ground against him, my shaft tracing the cleft of his ass. Grabbing his jaw, I crushed our mouths together, swallowing his whimper as our tongues tangled hot and slick. His moan vibrated against my lips, desperate and sweet.
Our lips broke apart with a wet smack, both of us grinning like idiots at each other as I reached down to guide my thick cock toward his quivering entrance. My thick swollen head caught on his slick rim effortlessly, and I pushed forward, savoring the feeling of his tight hole slowly stretch as I buried myself deeper into my boy.
"Jesus fuck!" Connor gasped, his face twisting between pleasure and pain as he locked eyes with me.
"That’s it, boy," I growled against his neck, driving deeper into that clenched, spasming grip. His hole pulsed around me, so fucking tight, warm and perfect, just like him. I loved this. I loved him.
Connor had grown so skilled at handling my massive size, within a few moments I was buried completely inside him. My arms encircled his frame as I tilted his head toward me, sealing our lips together again, passionately. His fingers dug into my forearms as he returned the kiss with equal hunger. With a slow, deliberate grind of my hips, I drew a muffled moan from his throat against my mouth.
"Fuck me, dad," he gasped against my lips when our kiss ended, his voice thick with need. I didn't hesitate, dragged my cock back until only the tip stayed inside, then slammed back into him with a force that tore a sharp cry from his throat. "Oh fuck!" His high pitch, breathy moans came in quick bursts as I pounded into his gripping hole again and again.
"Christ, Connor, take it! Take my fucking cock!" I snarled into his ear, driving into him with brutal force. The bedframe shuddered under us, the sharp smack of flesh on flesh filling the room like a filthy drumbeat.
Christ, I couldn't get enough of him. The way he craved me, no hesitation, no shame, like I was the only thing that mattered. Never figured I'd meet someone who could keep up with me between the sheets, let me be who I wanted to be in bed, least of all, my own goddamn son! But here he was, taking everything his old man could give, and loving every second of it. Begging for me to give it to him.
This wasn’t just fucking anymore though, I felt like all I could think about was him. Not that before all this, my son wasn’t constantly on my mind, but this was different now. I wanted everything with him. Those tangled mornings where our limbs intertwined beneath our blankets, adrenaline fueled adventures and new experiences, slow afternoons wandering cobblestone alleys in new cities, nights so close our breath could mingle as one. I wanted to keep fucking him senseless until our world blurred, but I wanted the quiet moments too, when time stretched lazy between us with nothing left to say. I… I wanted something impossible… to be in a relationship, but still have us be father and son. There was no logical way this could ever work, but I craved it.
"Oh fuck yeah, just like that dad!" Connor gasped, his voice breaking as it yanked my attention back to his desperate need. A rough chuckle escaped me while I pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back into him with enough force to lift his hips off the bed and onto me. His whole body shuddered against me, a high pitched whine tearing from his throat before he dissolved into breathless laughter. "Holy fuck, dad!" he managed before twisting to catch my mouth in a sloppy, urgent kiss again.
“You like that, boy? Like your dad’s huge cock?” I teased, knowing he loved it.
“Yes! Yes! So fucking big! So good! Pound my hole dad!” He begged.
I needed better leverage and to fuck him in my favorite position. I shuffled us around and pinned him down, him on his back and me on top of him. I loved fucking him missionary, feeling his arms and legs wrapped around me as I’d absolutely let loose and pound into his tight hole with a force like no other. His body so tone yet compact, my bearded chin mixed with the blonde hair on his head as I held him tight and hammered my cock into him with as much force as I could.
“Oh, oh, fuck! Dad!” Was all he could manage to let escape against my hairy pecs as I pounded the living fuck out of him, and he loved it. His high pitched whimpers like music to my ears. His headboard slamming against the wall and I looked over at the pictures of us on his night stand. The same picture perfect father and son in those pictures, now tangled in such a forbidden act. It turned me on more than it should have.
“Fuck, I love you so much boy. Your pussys so good, so perfect for my big cock.” I grunted in his ear. I could feel his body tensing up as he neared an orgasm. It just made me fuck him even harder.
“Fuck! You’re making me cum, dad!” He cried out as I continued jack hammering into his tight warm hole spasming around my girth. He was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably as I felt his insides clench so tight and the slight warm wetness of his cum squirted between our bodies. I loved how I could make him cum hands free every time. Nothing in the world turned me on more than that.
“That’s it, cum on my cock, sport. I’m gonna breed your pussy so fucking deep.” I grunted in his ear. The snap of my hips against his ass was insatiable, he kept whimpering with each thrust as he took my hard pounding.
“Fuck! Breed me dad! I want to feel you inside me all day!” He begged with a whimper each time I bottomed out. The thought of his wrecked hole dribbling my load out while he was in class drove me over the edge.
“Fuck! Connor! I’m cumming, sport! Ugh, fuck!” I gave a few final thrusts as I felt my cock swell and go rigid inside him. “Fucking take it, boy!” I grunted one last time before bottoming out and crashing down on top of him as I bred his hole deep and full.
“Fuck, yes, awh fuck dad!” He whimpered out as I felt his arms and legs tighten around me as he pulled his body to mine while I pumped him full of my seed. I tightened my arms around him too, careful not to crush him under my body weight.
It felt like I wouldn’t stop shooting ropes of cum inside him, giving him small, jagged, and trembling thrusts as I emptied myself into him. We were both moaning and riding out my orgasm together. I loved breeding him, it was such a taboo thought knowing I’d pump him full of the same cum that I made him with.
After a few moments of me laying on top of him, my entire body enveloping his as he panted against my chest, I felt his hand rubbing circles on my back.
“I love this, but it’s getting hard to breath, dad.” I heard the muffed words escape against my chest with a chuckle and a light pat on my back. I laughed too as I lifted my self and rolled off my son.
“Sorry, sport. Didn’t mean to crush you.” I said still panting and catching my breath as I lay next to him. He rolled on top of me now, laying on my chest as he grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard and quick.
“Don’t apologize, that was so hot. It always is.” He said smirking down at me before laying his head on my hairy chest. His smooth palm running circles along my torso as we caught our breath. Moment like these I loved. I savored it while I could, but we both had to get ready. Me for work, him for school.
Connor:
Dad’s heart was still pounding in his chest as I lay on his massive hairy pec. I was trying my best to keep my hole clenched closed and full of his cum, but he’d wrecked me and shot a massive load this morning. As much as I tired, his thick load was seeping out, and dribble down my ass cheek and onto the bed like a cascading river thick pearly cum.
“We’re gonna have to get up soon.” Dad reminded me, bringing me back to reality. All I wanted to do was lay with him in this bed. Moments like these were my favorite, this post fuck mix of him being my dad and my… I don’t know what to call him. Lover?
Regardless, these feelings I had with him were real. I wanted him in so many ways that I don’t think there were words to even describe it. His rough hand rubbing circles on my shoulder, comforting me as we both marinated in the afterglow of our intense fuck. I was surprised I hadn’t pissed myself from just how hard he pounded into me this morning. Typically, I did when he got that rough, but I loved it.
“Just a few more minutes, dad.” I finally chirped groggily as I lay with him, tangled in my bed. I looked forward to this hopefully being the last time I’d sleep without him till I left for college. I really wish he’d taken me up on going to a community school, but I was excited for this too. I nuzzled my face against his big pec, looking over at the pictures on the night stand. The smiling, stereotypical father and son in those pictures, now tangled in a forbidden embrace in bed.
Dad’s chest rumbled a little with a chuckle before he kissed the top of my head, then relaxed again. “As long as we’re not late.” He said. I wasn’t looking at his face, but could hear and sense the grin he was wearing. His strong arms holding me possessively.
Awhile later, we both reluctantly decided to get up. Dad slipped his shirt back on, buttoned up and was presentable, grabbing his coffee and smirking as he watched me waddle around my room. He gave me that cocky playful smirk, which made me shake my head and laugh. I quickly slipped back on some briefs, my jeans and a tshirt, then went to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for the day. My ass was so full of cum, but I wanted to keep him in me as long as possible. Feel his presence in me while I was in class. My little dick stayed swollen behind my jeans at the thought.
Dad was in the kitchen pouring my vanilla creamer into a mug full of coffee, then slid it over my way. I was luckily walking somewhat normally again, for the most part, but I could see that spark in his eyes as he watched me take the first sip. Fuck, I could go for round two already just from the way he was looking at me. That powerful dark longing in his eyes. I wish we had nothing to do but lay in bed together today.
“Should have taken today off.” He grumbled as he finished off the rest of his coffee.
“Did your dick reach so deep you can read my mind or something now?” I asked making him laugh, having to cover his mouth to not spit out his coffee, before placing his empty mug in the sink. Then he walked right up to me, grabbed my jaw and leaned down to kiss me. It was slow and deep, and I eagerly kissed him back. I could taste the coffee on his tongue along with him.
“What’d ya say we go shopping today. Make this place look like a home again. I could pick you up from school.” He suggested, looking down at me like I was purely precious.
I looked around at the house. It definitely didn’t feel homey anymore, it was so barren. I’d love to make it a nice space for dad and I. To make it ours.
“Why don’t you just drop me off then? That way my cars not left behind.” I suggested. He didn’t need to be told twice as he grabbed his keys off the counter and raised his eyebrows at me.
“Dropped you off your first day of school, may as well drop you off on your last.” He said with a wink as I sipped my own coffee.
“Guess you’d never expected you’d send me to school freshly fucked back then.” I teased.
“Don’t make this weird, ya little shit.” He laughed shaking his head. “Well, weirder.” He smirked and chuckled before tousling my hair.
I finished most my coffee, then dumped the rest. I leaned up and pulled his face to mine as I kissed him again in the kitchen. He grunted into my mouth as he pulled me close and kissed me back passionately. I loved this, the feeling of not hiding anymore, at least here.
Without a word, Dad walked us towards the door. We were still kissing as he pushed me against it, I could feel his cock swelling again behind his jeans. My own was already hard behind mine.
“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you again.” He whispered as our kiss broke.
“Then do it.” I whispered back teasingly. I wanted it too. Right against the front door.
“Patience, sport. The wait will be worth it.” He said leaning down to pec my lips again. We both slid on our shoes, dad in his work boots, me in my vans. I noticed him looking right as my ass as I bent over to tie them. “Fuck, today’s going to be a long day.” Dad chuckled.
Dad drove the entire way with one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my knee. My heart fluttered at his touch, his cum still deep in my ass, and the warm morning sun beating down on us as he drove. All I could think of was an entire summer, like this. An entire life like this. Just dad and I.
I rest my hand on top of his, squeezing it. Every time we touched, it felt like I was getting charged. But nothing felt as charging like when his dick was deep in my hole. I wondered if he felt it too. Or, if my touch charged him the same way.
Dad kissed me on the cheek before I hopped out of his truck. I wanted to take his head in my hands and kiss him hard again, but we were in public. Before closing the door, we just gave each other that knowing look, saying what we wanted with our eyes. We lingered like that for a moment, before snapping back to a normal father dropping his son off at school.
When I finally got inside, the hallways were buzzing. It was basically our last real day of any classes, which meant there was pretty much no work. Finals were next week, not that seniors had many to take at this point. We all had major senioritis. I was walking normally again for the most part by the time I made it to first period, but I was really struggling to keep dad’s load in me. It was beginning to be uncomfortable keeping my sphincter constantly clenched tight to not let any cum leak into my underwear.
By lunch time, I was loosing the battle with my dad’s cum. I could feel it seeping out of me and making a sticky slick mess between my cheeks. I ducked into the empty locker room to use the bathroom and clean up. After that I noticed Austin standing at his swim locker, which was next to mine. I could see him staring at it, lost in thought.
“You okay, dude?” I asked, breaking the silence. Austin nearly jumped out of his skin, he must’ve thought he was alone.
“Shit, you scared me man.” He said startled, but then started laughing. “Didn’t know anyone else was in here.”
I chuckled lightly as I approached him, now standing in front of my own locker. The tape that once had our names on them had been removed along with the locks. It was a bitter sweet moment to see it.
“Can’t believe it’s over.” Austin breathed out.
“Had to come to an end at some point, right?” I smirked and nudged him. “At least we came out on top!”
He shot me a playful look, then checked to make sure the coast was clear. “You and I were both at the same award ceremony. I’d say we were both power bottoms if anything!” He teased back. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the motel room where we both got railed by our dads. I shook my head laughing.
“I was a power bottom. If I recall, you were a pillow biting princess.” I jabbed him back and we both laughed.
“It was my first time, ass hole.” He playfully punched me back. Then it went silent for a minute. “Dude, I’m gonna miss you.” He said wrapping me in a hug.
Immediately, I hugged him back. “I’ll miss you too, man.” I felt my eyes water, but fought the tears back. “This isn’t goodbye yet, and we’ll text all the time. Besides, We have the summer still. Prom and our graduation party.” I reminded him. Our school always did senior prom after finals and before graduation as a big celebration, and Austin and I decided to do our graduation parties together.
As Austin pulled back, I noticed he lost the war with his own tears as one cascaded down his cheek. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” He whipped it away with the back of his hand, a smile cracked on his face. “I don’t know if I told you, but Colby Pearson and I are rooming together at college.” Colby was one of our swim teammates that graduated with us this year and was going to the same college as Austin. “He invited us on his prom limo if you want. He didn’t have a date either.”
Austin, Colby and I were pretty good friends. Austin and Colby seemed to be closer, with more classes over lapping. Not that Colby and I weren’t close, he and I had always been cool together, we just only overlapped at swim. He was a nice kid, looked like someone you’d think was cocky, but always friendly. Colby was tall too. Tall, toned, and slim with tanned skin, even in winters. For his size and physique, he wasn’t really a great swimmer though, but I always got along with him.
“That’d be fun, beats driving!” I agreed. Austin wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we left the locker room, for the last time.
The rest of the day at school seemed to go by as a blur. Overall, to me, it was pretty uneventful, even though the hallways were riddled with that end of school energy. The only thing I could think of and look forward to, was getting back home to dad.
Finally, the last school bell rang, and the floodgates of students opened. Papers were flying everywhere, kids were screaming and cheering as the ran out of the school. Dad’s big old Chevy was parked front and center, waiting for me like a chariot. Dad was behind the wheel, grinning as I walked up and tossed my bag in the back. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him, then smelled him. That woody, spicy, musk of him. And fuck, he looked so good. Worn boot cut jeans, work boots, a grey tshirt with a worn logo across his barrel chest, and my favorite worn baseball cap of his, a pair of Polaroid glasses sitting on top that he must’ve forgotten about. He probably looked like a normal blue collar man to anyone else, but he looked sexy as fuck, masculine as hell, and I ate it up. I could let him mount me right here in front of everyone and be okay with it.
“How was the last day, sport?” He asked, grinning at me as I climbed in. His hand fell to my knee gripping it, as I sat. I could tell in his eyes he wanted to do more, just like I did, but there were way too many people around.
“Bittersweet, but glad it’s over.” I smirked back as I said, knowing my eyes were telling him how I really felt. My still slick hole clenched as I did. He gave a knowing chuckle, then we tore off.
We pulled into a plaza with some options for furniture, decor and other home goods we’d want. Or need, we really needed a couch. Before we got out, I leaned in and gave dad a quick peck on the lips. When I went to pull away, he held me in place, kissing me back, deeply. I couldn’t help but whimper lightly into his mouth. The kiss was quick, but deep, both of us grinning at each other as it broke.
I was excited to go shopping, I think dad was too. Making the house our own. A place where we could be us. The first store was a shit show of messy isles and cheap faux wood furniture. Dad teased me about my taste being too rich, but after a few isles, even he agreed with me everything was overpriced junk.
The second store was a lot nicer, but was more decor than furniture. Still, I had fun with dad as we looked at everything. I really liked these orangish brick colored velvet curtains that I thought would look good. Then a rug that could match. We’d just have to figure out what color we’d want for everything so it could coordinate. I could see dad smirking at me as I tried to envision it. At first I thought he was going to tease me again, but his eyes told a different story.
Jeff:
Connor came to life in the store, putting together and curating everything. I had to admit I was impressed, and everything he chose looked good. Mary had always had a country, Mackenzie Childs, style to the house, but Connor was choosing all this modern and tasteful stuff. More colors and less beige and white. He had an eye for it and he could envision it. It was like he was a prodigy interior designer or something. But I liked that he kept asking me what I liked and what I wanted. I never really had a say when Mary decorated.
I carried some of the stuff Connor chose, while he carried the rest as we walked toward the cashier. We had some art work, drapes, a rug that was all ready waiting for us up front and other stuff to make the house homey and ours. I liked how dark and masculine his choices were, I was excited to see them at home.
“You’ve got an eye for this stuff, sport. This is gonna look good.” I complimented him and could see him beam with pride.
“Thanks, dad, I like doing this stuff. Designing it, making things look nice.” He said back.
“Maybe you should go to school for it? Design is pretty close to engineering. You were always an artsy kid before swimming took over.” I reminded him. It did seem like once he got into high school, any hobby’s he did have dropped so he could focus primarily on swimming.
“Maybe, I’ll have to see how things play out, but it could be an option.” He said, I could tell he was actually thinking about it. I think he felt pressure for going into college undecided. “Could be pretty easy clientele. You building all these new homes and people needing help furnishing and decorating them. I could swoop right in.” He smirked at me and chuckled. I chuckled back but before I could say anything, the cashier was ready to cash us out.
After dropping everything off at the truck, we made it to the last store on the strip. This one was a little pricey, but as soon as we walked in I could see Connor light up. They had everything on display and staged as their own mini rooms. It didn’t take long for Connor to gravitate toward a couch. It was deep, dark olive green, velvet material, and a fairly modern design. Even I liked it, aside from the price tag.
“Can I help you two gentlemen find anything today?” A soft voice pulled our focus. A well put together woman, probably in her early 30s with a brown wavy ponytail asked.
“Browsing, finding some new furniture for the house.” I said, leaning on a leather chair nearby.
“Well, if you have any questions, just let me know. I’ll be at the desk back there.” She pointed toward the back. “This particular display is available at 20% off, but it’s the floor models. So good news, you can get it cheap and delivered pretty quick, but may have some scrapes or wear.”
“I like this one already!” Connor said lounging on the big couch making himself right at home. He looked comfortable, the couch looked comfortable. He was kind of sitting sideways on it.
“Yeah, sit how you would at home! Try this stuff out as if it’s in your house, not a showroom, make sure it fits.” She said with a smile. “If you find something you like, just let me know!” She said then headed off to her desk.
Connor pat the cushion next to me so I’d join him. I walked around the chair and plopped down next to him. The couch was comfortable, I liked how deep it was. Connor leaned against me, snuggling up, trying the couch out how he would at home. Well, at least how a typical father and son may sit at home. My cock swelled as I thought about how nice this couch would be to fuck him on. With how big it was, the positions I came up with were endless. Connor noticed, giving me a smirk before grasping my cock through my jeans, then getting up and giving me a teasing look. I just bit my lip softly then shook my head, I needed to get up and walk this off before I got a full hard on.
We really liked the floor model couch, but wanted to check out the rest of the furniture. The show room was huge, and had all different types of styles. Connor, again, was in his element, picking out things he liked. Lamps, coffee tables, accent chairs. He made himself right at home on each piece of furniture.
“Can’t you see this in our house, dad? Living with this stuff?” He’d ask.
The problem was, I could. All of it. Each chair, couch, table, whatever… I was picturing in our house. And picturing me fucking him on each and every one of them. Each one I could see us being in a different position, and I wanted them all. I knew by the time Connor and I picked everything out, my bulge was obscene. Connor couldn’t look away from it either, I could see his grin, that hungry, playful energy in his eyes.
By the end of it, we chose the green floor model couch, a nice wood and stone coffee table, and a Scandinavian style lounge chair. I was most excited for that and made sure we got it. The moment I saw it, I was picturing Connor straddling me as I bounced him on my cock, while I had my morning coffee. That chair would be perfect for it. He chose a couple other things, lights and accent tables, he even got us new bedding for our room. It was still plush and white, but not as harsh and had accents that coordinated in color with the new couch. I was excited to see how excited he was. He kept referring to it as “our home” and I loved it. But I needed to get out of this store before my cock tore through my jeans. More importantly, I needed to fuck him again.
I paid for everything, which was not cheap, but needed and definitely worth it. It made Connor happy, and that made me happy. Plus, even I could picture what Connor had planned for the houses makeover. The couch would be delivered in just a day or two, while the rest of the larger furniture would be another week or so. We were able to take the lamps, pillows, bedding and anything else that was small with us and loaded it my truck.
When we got home, I started unloading the truck while Connor made the bed, our bed, with the new sheets he chose. I had just finished bringing everything in, rolled out the new rug in the living room, and had gotten out my tools to put up the new curtain rods. It was just in time as it started down pouring outside and the air shifted pretty cool for the early summer.
“Hey dad, C’mere!” Connor shouted from my… our, bedroom, just as I got the first curtain rod up.
I made my way toward the bedroom, the door slightly ajar with warm light peaking from the crack into the hallway. My breath hitched as I saw Connor, completely naked, laying on his stomach on the freshly made bed, his ass raised slightly in the air, his erect little dick and tiny balls dangling between his hairless thighs, and he was finger fucking his hole.
“Fuck, Connor.” I grunted out, already undoing my jeans. My cock grew to full mast quickly, it hadn’t really gone soft as my mind imagined scenarios with all our new stuff.
“Looks pretty good, doesn’t it dad.” Connor teased as he removed his finger, clenching his hole to make it wink at me. I could see he was already slick and ready.
“Looks fucking beautiful, boy.” I grunted as I kicked off my jeans and hopped on top of him, my massive cock nuzzling up against his tiny manhood as I wrapped my arms around him. My rough hands running along the vally and crevices of his smooth tone abs and pecs.
I could feel my hard length pulsing and already drooling precum, right against my son’s pathetic little dick that was pulsing just as hard. I couldn’t help rolling my hips and making them collide together as I kissed behind his ear. He moaned at my touch. His strong, toned back felt so warm and nice against my chest, even through my Tshirt that was still on. I didn’t care, I needed him, needed him now.
“Fuck me, daddy. I need your big cock so bad.” He panted out in a begging moan. I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled back and spit down on his slicked, puckered hole that was spasming, begging for my cock. I then lined up, pressed my head against his pucker and pushed in. “Awh, fuck!” He whimpered out in a blissful moan as his sphincter gave way and gripped my cock as I drove into him.
“Awh, fuck yeah, boy.” I grunted out, feeling his warm hole grip me and flutter as I sunk deeper and deeper into him, till finally I bottomed out. From this angle, my big heavy balls were able to smack against his little tight sack. I wiggled my hips, enjoying the feeling of them together with my cock fully sheathed inside him.
“Fuck, your cock feels so good. It always does.” Connor moaned out as he tried to look back at me. In this position there was no way, so I went to the side to look at him, both of us grinning. My hands firmly planted on either side of him on the new soft bedding.
“Fuck yeah, sport. You like the big cock that made you, deep inside you. Pumping into your pussy?” I teased rolling my hips. He was greedy, pushing back against me, eager for another hard fuck.
“I fucking love it, dad. Fuck me. Fuck your slutty sons tight pussy.” He begged in a whimper. I couldn’t hold back any more as I pulled out, nearly completely, then slammed in hard and deep, making Connor squeal. I didn’t give him a chance to adjust, doing it again, and again, deep dicking him hard.
His hole was fucking perfect. So tight and warm, his walls fluttered tightly around me as his sphincter and other muscle rings of his anus gripped me like a vice. It amazed me after all this time, he was still so tight. And I loved how he would gape for me too. It was always so hot. He was so eager for my dick.
I was fucking him nice and hard, pushing down on his shoulders into the bed, his back arched perfectly, as I pounded into his ass that was raised just right. Every time I bottomed out, my big balls slapped against his little delicate ones. It felt so good feeling that.
“Fuck, sport, god your holes so fucking good.” I grunted out, biting my lower lips as I fucked him.
“Fuck yeah. Keep pounding me, fuck! I love your dick. Your balls feel so big against mine.” He whimpered back, still eagerly bucking back against my thrusts like the horny bitch he was.
I leaned down laying on him, kissing at the side of his face and wrapping my arms around his chest. He turned his head to kiss me, and our lips locked, our tongues dancing together between our lips.
My hat had fallen off as we kissed, I only then realized I’d forgotten my safety sunglasses were on them still from work. “Fuck, forgot these were on. You could’ve told me.” I chuckled as I put them on the night stand next to us. I took advantage of the pause and stripped my shirt off, then wrapped my arms around Connor’s chest again.
“You look so fucking hot with them on. So masculine.” He said, slightly muffled against the bed.
“Yeah? You like your big strong daddy looking all masculine? Being a real man?” I teased, my thrusting picking back up. I liked knowing he loved how masculine I was, as if I was the alpha male between us.
“I love it dad. You looked so fucking sexy today. Your hat, with the glasses on top. Your worn jeans. The work boots. I wanted your dick so bad today. I want your dick everyday.” He moaned out against the bed. I couldn’t stop myself as I was brutally pounding him from behind now, holding him tight to my hairy chest.
“Fuck. I love hearing that boy. Love hearing you like what a masculine man your daddy is. God, my son is perfect. My perfect slutty boy. You make me so fucking proud.” I grunted. I could feel his insides flutter around my thrusting shaft.
“Oh fuck. Fuck! Dad, wait! You’re gonna make me cum!” He whimpered, trying to scramble beneath me but I had him locked tight.
“Yeah, cum for me. Cum on your dads big manly cock.” I teased in his ear, knowing I’d push him over the edge.
“No, fuck, fuck! Wait! Dad I… I don’t want to ruin the new sheets yet!” He exclaimed. His body was trembling beneath me and his hole spasmed and clenched relentlessly, I’m amazed he didn’t blow. But I managed to stop in my tracks, fully embedded in him.
I couldn’t help but start laughing in his ear. It was hilarious to me he didn’t want to ruin the new sheets. We’d made messes of pretty much anything we fucked on, but he wanted a night in a fresh bed with his dad. A bed that we could officially call ours. And I could appreciate that. He started chuckling with me.
“Guess we can let the sheets last more than an hour till we ruin them.” I teased, turning his head to mine then kissed him quick before dismounting him. His hole squelched as my fat head past his quivering, slightly gapped, sphincter. I loved seeing his hole blown open from my cock.
Connor:
I could feel my hole clench around cool empty air, desperately craving my dad’s cock again. I picked my head up and saw dad at the foot of the bed, standing there, looking at me with a hungry grin. His massive cock, pulsing and hard, shiny in the warm light of the bedroom. His big balls hanging below. He looked so fucking hot, he always did. I quickly scrambled around and bringing myself to the edge of the bed, grabbed his big heavy nut sack with one hand and brought him closer so I could suck his cock. His balls were so big and heavy and n my grasp. I opened wide and began nursing on his big cockhead, flicking and swirling my tongue around him.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Connor. Fuck, just like that.” He grunted, throwing his head back.
He looked back down, our eyes locked as he watched me work his massive cock in and out of my mouth. My plump lips stretched thin around his veiny fat shaft, my tongue flat against the bottom. I loved his cock so much, I wanted it in my mouth, in my hole, jacking him off. I just wanted to make him feel good.
“Jesus, your mouth is so good on my cock. You work it perfectly.” He grunted, placing one foot on the bed next to me as he started thrusting against my bobbing face. He was pushing deeper, and deeper, pushing past and stretching my throat. It was always a struggle not to gag, he was so big. Drool was beginning to drip from my mouth and my eyes watered as the blowjob turned sloppy and rough.
I loved it though. Loved feeling his girth make my throat burn as it stretched, the taste and feel of his cock on my tongue, the way he instantly filled my mouth. But most of all, I loved that pride filled look he’d give me as he watched me suck him. That big grin of amazement as he thrust his hips forward. That claiming look in his eyes. It just made me want to get down to the root of his cock. Having his pubic hair brushing my nose and his big balls against my chin as his cock head tried pushing into my chest. I needed to do it.
Dad pulled out completely so I could catch my breath for a second. His big wet boner bobbing in my face. I whipped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning up at him through wet tear struck eyes. With my free hand I stroked his cock, my other still cradling his big balls, as I tenderly kissed at his cock head and swirled my tongue around it. Then gently slapping it against my lips, making him grin.
“Push it all the way in, dad. I can to do it.” I told him, hoping I could as I wrapped my lips back around him. I was at a good angle to try and take all of him as I lay on the bed.
Dad didn’t hesitate as he started pushing in, deep. I tried my best to relax my throat muscles, opening as wide as I could even though his shaft already filled my mouth. There was so much pressure as he kept driving in, pausing and doing baby thrusts when the pressure was too much. It got to a point I thought I wasn’t going to go any deeper, I was so close. Just a few more inches. I was fighting my gag reflex for all it was worth. I shook my head slightly as I tried to push forward, hoping the slight vibrations of movement and my moans would let him in. And it did.
My nose and upper lip slammed into his musky pubic hair tickling me as his ball sack was held against my chin. Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked up at him with pure admiration for my father and his cock. He looked down at me, mouth slacked open in bliss as my throat and windpipe, no doubtedly, was vibrating and convulsing around his cock. I could feel it as his cock throbbed inside me while I was trying to relax. I wanted to hold this for as long as possible.
“Fuck! I don’t know how you do this, sport.” Dad grunted out as he let one of his big manly hands fall and grip my blonde hair. He started thrusting just gently enough against my face, smashing me even closer to his hairy groin. I loved it, seeing how good I made him feel made me forget of my own discomfort. Making him feel good always made me feel good, it gave me such a rush. I moaned around him as he rolled his hips against my face. “Fuck yeah, that’s it you greedy little cock sucker.” He grunted grinning down at me, then pet the side of my face before finally pulling out.
His cock and balls were coated in thick slobber. My lips were wet too, as I coughed and caught my breath. I didn’t even have a chance to catch it as dad hands hooked beneath my arm pits and hoisted me up to kneel on the bed. My thighs spread just enough to reveal my hard little dick pulsing from how turned on I was. Dad’s hand was on the back of my head, his other on my jaw, as he pulled me in and crashed his lips against my own, kissing me with a hungry passion. My own wrapped around his shoulders as I kissed back. His big wet dick collided with my little boner as we mad out. I loved feeling his dick against mine, how much larger he was, how it pulsed and felt when his big head drove into my little balls, as my short length twitched atop of his. It was such an obscene contrast between father and son, but it made my body vibrate with hormones from how turned on it made me.
As our kiss broke dad just looked me in the eyes, really looking at me, smiling. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. That this little clit of yours…” he nodded his head low and we both looked at my little penis against his massive erection, “ and this pussy…” he smirked as his hand ran down my back, then to my ass, and between my cheeks till he found my still stretched hole, “are all mine. Only mine.” He smirked then kissed me again as two of his digits pushed into me, making me groan.
“I’m all yours dad, I love you so much. I love your massive cock. Only you, dad. I only want you inside me.” I moaned back as I pressed my body tight against his, him still fingering me as I felt his cock slide between my thighs and against my taint.
He climbed on the bed with me, laying down on his back, slightly sitting up from the pillows as I straddled him, I could feel his cock, still wet with slobber and dripping precum on my ass cheeks, pulsing against me with a vengeance as we kissed again. “Fuck, it turns me on when you say that shit, sport.” He said between kisses as he gripped my ass cheeks. “No one gets to have you like I do.” He said possessively with a grin, that loving look in his eyes, looking so deeply into my own that I know, exchanged the same look back.
I needed him back inside me in that moment. Needed to show him that I only wanted him too. I reached between my legs and grabbed his hard throbbing cock, aiming it straight up and catching it on my rim. I was already loose from the first position he fucked me in, and easily lowered myself. I still couldn’t help but let out whimpered moans as I sank down completely.
“Fuck, your cock feels so good in me, dad. Only your cock can make me feel this good.” I said as I started bouncing on him, riding his dick. My hands on his hairy chest for leverage as his own were behind his head, relaxing as I rode him cowboy style.
“You make me feel so fucking good too, boy. Only you and this pussy, gripping my cock so tight and taking me like this.” He spoke grinning between his own grunts when I’d bottom out. He felt so fucking good. I only wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted to be the only one he got to fuck.
“I want to be the only one to ride your dick, dad. The only one to take it. The only one you fuck from now on.” I moaned out as I slammed my hips down on his lap. Slightly rolling them when he was burried to the hilt and on my way back up.
“Only you, sport. Fuck. It’s only you.” He grunted, lust heavy in his eyes as he looked at me. “My dick is yours, baby. Only yours.” He grunted again, his hands coming down to my hips and making me ride him harder as he’d thrust up, meeting me every time I’d bottom out. The sound of our bodies smacking together echoing through the room. It was the first time he ever called me baby, but I loved it.
“Oh fuck, dad! Pound my pussy. Give it to me!” I begged as he started really jack hammering into me, bouncing me up and down.
“Take it! Take that fucking cock! It’s all yours boy! Only for my boy!” He grunted, nostrils flared as he bit his lower lip. His cock was pounding my insides deliriously, making me whimper moans as my mouth hung open in permanent bliss. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My dad, the man who raised me, taught me everything I know, and I loved with all my heart, was my soulmate. And I was his. I was made by him, to be his, and I loved it.
I was sweating profusely, my insides on fire in the most pleasurable way possible, his cock constantly throbbing and dragging along my prostate. I was trying so hard not to cum as my little dick kept squirting precum out and onto his flat hairy stomach each time he hit that sweet spot. He knew it too, grinning at me, knowing I was right where he needed me too be. But I could feel his too, his cock swelling even thicker, going so hard and rigid inside me, that tell tale sign he was close too.
“You’re… you’re gonna make me cum, dad!” I whimpered as he kept railing me. The slapping of our skin relentless as the bed creaked beneath us, trying to support his rough thrusts into me.
“Yeah? I’m close too, sport.” He said up to me grinning. “Cum with me. Cum on my cock while I breed you deep.” He grunted, the wicked flash of need in his dark eyes.
“Fuck, dad! Keep pounding me, just like that!” I screamed with an open mouth grin as I whimpered and panted, taking his relentless jackhammering. It was so good, he was so good. I truly felt we were made for each other, like the universe had this fucked up plan that just knew we were meant to have this forbidden bond as father and son. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Pond my hole, dad!” I screamed. I was right there, my little boner dripping and ridged, arched up just slightly as it bounced between my thighs untouched. My sphincter, stretched thin around his cock with each thrust, gripped and clenched, sucking him back in and milking his cock. It was like a natural reflex at this point with each thrust.
“Fuck! Uhg, fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fuckin breed your hole so full of me, sport!” He grunted in a moan. I could see in his face he was loosing himself, his eyes never leaving mine as his hips began to falter.
I pushed back again on his last hard thrust, feeling his cock throb and shoot a massive, thick warm rope of his cum into me. His cock pulsed hard as he did, as if it was directly against my prostate, and causing so much pressure on my already overstimulated walls. “Fuck, dad! I’m cumming too! Breed my hole!” I screamed as I came with him. My little cock, flushed red and untouched, twitched and started spitting out rope after rope of translucent cum onto his hairy stomach. I could feel his thighs and body tremble beneath me as he gave a few shallow thrusts, then bury himself completely as his cock continued throbbing with each rope of cum that he pumped into me.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” He grunted out, holding my hips down against him as his cock relentlessly pulsed and unloaded inside me all while I rode out my own orgasm. Dad was shooting another massive load inside me, I could feel it wet and warm as he kept pumping and emptying his balls. I was completely spent, crashing down against his hairy chest, my head resting on his upper pec as he kept cumming inside me. It felt like he’d never stop. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he panted, grunted and rode it out.
“Fuck…” I whimpered out, grinning and content, glancing up at him. His hands moved from my hips to run along my back in slow motions. I felt the last rope shoot into me as his penis gave one last throb. He looked over at me and we both grinned.
“Oh fuck, Connor. That was… that was incredible. It always is… but damn.” He panted out, cuddling me. His cock still fully embedded inside me as I lay on top of him. My own cum mixing between our bodies.
“It was. God that was amazing. I love you, dad.” I said back and extended my neck toward his as our lips caught and we exchanged a fleeting kiss as we came down.
“Love you too, sport.” He grinned, beaming as our kiss broke, then held me tight to him.
I don’t remember how long we layed in bed like that, but it felt amazing. I loved these soft easy moments just as much as I loved the hot passion filled ones. His big strong body always felt amazing against mine. His cock still in my seeded hole, I just felt that electric like connection I loved. I was completely comfortable and spent. With his even heart beat, I could’ve fallen asleep just like that.
Dad and I ended up ordering a pizza while we lay in bed, neither wanting to get up or out of our embrace. We only did once we heard the knock on the door. Dad lifted me off him, his spent cock finally slipping out of me with a loud wet plop, his cum dribbling down my taint and to my balls from my quivering, over stretched sphincter, as he slipped his jeans on to get the pizza. He gave a playful grin as he admired his handy work, I teasing swayed my ass at him in response before he left. A few minutes later, he walked in with the box of pizza. Some plates, napkins and two glasses of wine balanced on top as he set it on the dresser.
He stripped his jeans back off, his cock spent but still full and heavy, then gave me one of the glasses and flopped down next to me with the box. It was a cute little dinner date, neither of us wanting to leave the bed. My hole was so full of his cum, it’d dribble out involuntarily as we ate, I noticed my own, smaller, release dried on his stomach. Neither of us cared as we laughed and ate. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day. It was the best way we could have kicked off summer.
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