I looked up at the clock and smiled. My son Marcus was on his way home from school and I’m not going to lie—I had been waiting all day for him. I intentionally hadn’t bothered to get dressed at all after my shower earlier in the morning. All I wanted was for my boy to hurry up and get home so we could go back to fooling around with each other again.
As soon as I heard the front door open, I felt a stirring immediately begin in my loins. By the time Marcus made his way to the living room where I was sitting on the couch, my dick was hard and full of life. My son immediately dropped his backpack and stared at the sight before him.Like he didn’t ...[Read more]
Like he didn’t already know, the smart alec casually asked what I was doing and why I was doing it. I simply asked him if he was wondering if I was waiting for him, and if he was, the answer was “yes.” But I also asked the boy if we could skip the cute games and he take the lead and show me what he wanted.
Marcus shot me a crooked grin. Without another word, he stripped completely naked. As I watched my son’s big dick spring out of his underwear, I could feel a thick drop of precum ooze out of me. He seductively got down on all fours and scurried over to my cock with his tongue like a puppy’s, hanging out and panting.
I know that my son fantasizes about sucking my dick when he’s (supposed to be) busy at school. Marcus admitted as much the other night while we were cuddling in bed. But man, I can’t say he hasn’t done his homework. He’s come up with some awesome and creative ways to perfectly stimulate all of the particularly sensitive places of my cock.
I never have to encourage him to keep going. Truth is, if I let the little lad lick and lap at my schlong all day, he absolutely would. In fact, I was right on the verge of suggesting he do just that, but my own lust was running rampant. I needed that ass.
I had Marcus jump up onto the couch next to me so I could get access to that boy hole of his. My son’s sweet, pink pucker momentarily stopped my breath. I honestly couldn’t believe how turned on I was by just the graze of my fingertips against my boy’s tiny hole. By the subsequent moans and groans I could tell that Marcus was, too.
Soon, it was time to fuck. I had the entire day to fantasize about my boy’s smoking hot little body and all the ways I wanted to screw his brains out. I wondered how many different positions I would be able to pound the boy’s ass in before the little twink blew his wad all over the place.
Those dirty, sexy, thrilling thoughts raced through my mind as I got down off the couch and onto my knees. I immediately drove my tongue straight into the luscious boy hole. I could rim for hours and hours on end, and sometimes feared I would. I knew full well, though, that I couldn’t hold off my orgasm for that long.
I stood up and asked my boy if I could fuck him. The look of sheer eager bliss on my son’s face was all I needed to know. Once I was all the way inside his fuck tunnel, we both spontaneously cried out with joy and need.
I fucked Marcus back against the couch cushions, his sexy legs up draped over my shoulders. I was really riding him. I was going to blow my load, but I could tell my son wanted to cum first. I took a deep breath and kept going. I concentrated on drilling him right in the center of his sweet spot. Only his Daddy can hit that spot the right way. Soon he blasted a wad so thick that it was unlike any orgasm he’d had before. The boy copiously came and shot farther than ever before.
I was not long behind him. As Marcus gasped and shuddered with the power of his youthful, intense climax, I just couldn’t hold back any longer. I told the boy he’d have to tell me where he wanted my load… because it was gonna be a big one!
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