Charles was a strong and well trained sergeant for the majority of his life, but there was nothing more rewarding to him than the son he'd brought into his life: Max. Charles walks us through the time before he had Max and up to the present day right before he begins a new life with his favorite son after retiring from the military.
Chapter 5 - Peter sat at the back near the motor, already shirtless even though the morning air still had a chill. Dad sat in the middle with the tackle box open on his lap, carefully tying a lure. I sat at the front, trying to look anywhere except at either of them.
Chapter 6 - Dad was sitting there in the dark, still fully dressed from the day on the boat. He had the television on mute, some nature documentary flickering across his face. He didn’t look up when I entered.
Rickey, 38, his two sons, Jeffrey, 21, and Wesley, 18, and his younger brothers, Bradley, 35, and Harvey, 32 face more blackmail from Mike, 36, and Melvin and Leroy, both 22. The masks that hide their faces have come off. Now, all of them are going on a 'vacation.'
My jaw still ached. Every time I swallowed I tasted my dad’s cock again, thick, bitter, unmistakable. My cock had gone soft and then hard again more times than I could count. I kept my forehead against the glass and tried not to think about the way Dad’s cock had pulsed on my tongue while he fought not to make a sound.
Thirty days without his voice, without the solid weight of his hand on the back of my neck, without the thick stretch of him forcing me open whenever he decided I was useful. I went back to my apartment and tried to live like nothing had changed. Slave work as an intern.
The moon was full. There was a midnight summer breeze. The curtains were blowing wildly while an innocent 18-year-old senior in high school was about to meet the Midnight Raider.
That was all. I followed him out to the driveway. The night air was still hot and sticky. He didn’t speak while we drove. The windows were down. His thick forearm rested on the door, fingers tapping the wheel. The smell of him — soap from an earlier shower mixed with the faint leftover grease from the garage and recent sweat— filled the cab.
Father and son enjoying the Shit Shacks together is just the ticket! It is going to get very, very messy for the toilet when the young son gets his way!
They only want to find holes to fuck now and they fuck Attis' pillow, first Malcolm, then Attis, who is at the same time wondering whether they would not be also getting hard at each other's dicks.
That was the problem. After the night with the fishnets and the three anonymous loads still inside of me while my father fucked me, something in my head stopped working the way it used to. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he sounded when he was angry with me. The way his hand felt when he spanked me. The way he talked while he was inside me, like he was disgusted and hard at the same time.
Nineteen-year-old Jack Thompson only took a summer job at Big Bill’s Auto Repair. He didn’t expect the entire crew to take such a *personal* interest in the sweet new front-end boy. Between the long, sweaty days and the even longer nights after the doors lock, Jack discovers that “full service” means a lot more than just fixing cars… and that he might be very good at it.
After that night with the handcuffs I couldn’t stop. My dad had fucked me rough and angry while I was helpless, then warned me never to bring strange men into the house again. So I decided to do it anyway — but only in the afternoon, right before he got home.
Rickey, 38, his two sons, Jeffrey, 21, and Wesley, 18, and his younger brothers, Bradley, 35, and Harvey, 32 face more blackmail from Mike, 36, and Melvin and Leroy, both 22. Now the masks that hide their faces in the livestreams have come off.
Kay Spencer a father to two sons is taken down by his desires as he finds himself begging for his youngest son’s cock but it wasn’t always like that. What changed? How did it begin? Read the buildup, now.
Nineteen-year-old Jack Thompson only took a summer job at Big Bill’s Auto Repair. He didn’t expect the entire crew to take such a *personal* interest in the sweet new front-end boy. Between the long, sweaty days and the even longer nights after the doors lock, Jack discovers that “full service” means a lot more than just fixing cars… and that he might be very good at it.
The garage door was halfway open. Heat rolled out in thick, heavy waves. Dad was bent over the open hood of his old pickup, shirtless, a wrench in one greasy hand.
Rickey, 38, and his two sons, Jeffrey, 21, and Wesley, 18, face more blackmail from Mike, 36, and Melvin and Leroy, both 22. Now it involves Rickey's younger brothers (Jeffrey and Wesley's uncles), Bradley Baker, 35, and Harvey Baker, 32.
Nineteen-year-old Jack Thompson only took a summer job at Big Bill’s Auto Repair. He didn’t expect the entire crew to take such a *personal* interest in the sweet new front-end boy. Between the long, sweaty days and the even longer nights after the doors lock, Jack discovers that “full service” means a lot more than just fixing cars… and that he might be very good at it.
"Peeling back the cowl of foreskin covering his glossy dickhead the trucker stared down at the expectant dad. Now fully erect he brought his cock to Alex’s quivering asterisk and pushed through the folds."