Paul sat at the computer desk thinking over the past year. He was supposed to be finishing his accounting homework, but his mind kept wandering. He replayed the various scenes in his mind that had led to his complete and total abandonment to his deepest sexual fantasies. His complete submission to his father and stepbrother as their eager cocksucking fuck toy.
Paul's father leaned back on the bed with his muscular legs spread wide to allow Paul access to his thick cock and heavy balls. Paul lay prone with his tongue eagerly lapping his father's hairy nut sack. The taste of his father's thick cum lingered in his mouth.
Paul could hardly believe the strange turn of events that had occurred in his life the day he turned 21. His mind wandered back to October and he remembered the sad and tearful look on his mother's face as she held out an envelope that was postmarked from Dallas, Texas.
This is the story of a gorgeous blond 20-year-old college student who has the hots for a 43-year-old college professor and tennis coach. The young student, over sexed and horny hormone driven, throws caution to the wind and makes his move to bag the professor.
We made an agreement for me to come to him in LA and get my throat and ass fucked completely and handed over to friends of his to be gangbanged and then introduced to porn producers to be in a video.
A short story based on ideas given to me by a hot Daddy. This story is dedicated to Daddy Casey. Thank you for the inspiration and ideas. I hope that I did this story justice and that you and all the readers enjoy!
Dylan, a 45-yeaar-old successful LA based XXX-rated adult studio owner and producer is near completing a month's cross country trip when he stops on the Washington-Oregon border to give a ride to Tad, a 22-year-old sexy hitchhiker and farm boy from a small town in Indiana.
Andrew recently moved to Hartford, leaving everything behind. Still feeling like an outcast, he was frightened by where he was heading next. He didn't know how to fit in and didn't have anyone for consolation. His dad suggested a walk in the park, where he actually met someone that may change his outlook on Hartford. But will this really be someone that could be a friend? Or one that would only cause him more misery than Andrew could handle?
That night, I looked around the table at my family. It was a sombre affair. Although they tried to hide it, their eyes told me another story. So, to help them get over their funk, I suggested that we go see the musical Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Dad readily agreed and I even managed to drag Elsa, Gram's old companion into coming.
Today's the day before Tom leaves for school. He and his brother Aric haven't really slept together since that day at Aric's house. Now's their last chance, and Mom and Dad will be around all day. Will Tom get to give Aric a proper goodbye?
"Ashley, make sure you take good care of your brother while we are away. I don't want to get a phone call with any bad news while your dad and I are on vacation," said mom...
I closed my fingers and pushed the power back. I had no right to do this. Those scars helped shape dad into who he was today, and I wouldn't change him for anything. "Not this time" I whispered to my power. It receded back inside me.
After our holidays in the woods, Bruce and Mathiew decided to move in town. Bruce moved with me and my dad and Mathiew moved with Dan. Let me tell you about what happens in our house now and eventually at college. (updated version)
"Oh yea! Oh yea, I need to man! Oh Doug, I have never felt like this before! Oh, Doug! Yea, I want to play with both of you guys, but Oh Doug! I've got to feel your Daddy's bare body. I want to feel his skin and his muscles! I want to feel him all over!"
"I told you not to speak," Big Daddy said but not in his usual daddy's-warning-you sort of way. The words squeaked between his clenched teeth, "Do you understand?"
Big Daddy pulled his Harley (he thought newer cars and SUVs were for, in his words, "Milquetoast panty waste") onto a gravel road and wound around to one of the faded houses with an adjacent red and rusting barn.
A regimented man, economic in thought, common sense reared, a rebel with little patience for whiners, and now a leather daddy with a cause, Sergeant Major Robert Gilmore, Retired, a crusty 26-year veteran, my daddy of eight months.