That’s my Daddy bear, showing off some of his body hair, waiting on it being dutifully worshipped by his ever eager son. I love gnawing at his beard between kissing his lips; lapping at his furry chest and chewing on his nipples; and breathing in the ripeness of his pits while lapping the sweaty hair. I’ll do all this, and take as long as he wants, even if there was no other reward. But there always is a bonus at the end, which is sniffing around my favourite piece of body hair - Dad’s thick pubic bush - which I do when sucking his big Daddy dick. It's a dick which I later get to ride, bobbing up and down as I gave once again at Dad's hirsute splendour. A moment of indulgence my father allows me before he takes over and screws me senseless.
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My brother’s body is a work of art, and he likes to show it off. And I have to be his biggest fan, wanting to see it every day. This is a pose I particularly like. While the jockstrap blocks out some of his tats, it frames his ass really well. And as for the look over his shoulder, with an obvious invite in his eyes - well that’s something I can never refuse. That magnificent body is going to be worshipped, adoringly licked by my tongue. And those meaty buns are going to be parted so I can feast on my favourite part of him. I’m going to eat him out until my tongue is exhausted, and then I’m going to fuck him ragged. Pull out at the end and spray him with spunk, which I’ll lick off and snowball into his mouth as I enter him again. As I said, I’m his biggest fan, and thankfully he’s equally keen on me. I thought it sounded a bit contrived when my son shouted out from the bathroom and asked me if I’d wash his back for him, like I used to do when he was a kid. In those innocent days he’d be sitting bent over, but innocent has long since gone down the drain, and it will be more than his back that gets washed. Those beautiful buns will get thoroughly cleaned, as will his crack and asshole. First with my hands and then with my tongue, before joining him in the bath for a novelty fuck. He’s looking rather anxious. After months of furtive glances, making it clear to each other what we wanted, Dad finally came to my room yesterday, and without a word being spoken he joined me in bed and fucked me. It was all rather rushed, and at the end he rushed off, muttering ‘never again’. We haven’t spoken about it. But now Dad is here again, and I still don’t want to speak. I want him back in my bed with his cock inside me again, but not rushing things on this occasion. We can talk when it’s over - or at least the first fuck is over. Then I’ll tell him how happy he’s made me. How I love him so much, and want that love to take a physical form, ideally several times each day. My older brother normally tops when we have sex, and that big hairy stud sure knows how to fuck, making me howl for hours on end as he rides me ragged in all manner of ways. But every now and again he likes a change. It’s never asked for, though. He simply lies on his front likes he’s doing now, making it clear I’ve got a job to do. First with my mouth and then with my cock. And I’ll do my best to please him, revelling in the task. I like the occasional change as well, and I love that manly ass. I see that Dad has build up quite a sweat lazing by the pool in the hot summer sun, enjoying a well deserved holiday. While I’ve build up an incredible thirsts looking at his hunky body, remembering all that brawn on top of me as we both enjoyed our morning fuck. It’s been a few hours, so I reckon he’ll be ready for another bout. I’ll test things out by quenching one thirst, licking sweat off his furry pecs. I’ll give his nipples a chew as well, which always gets him going. He’ll be hard as a rock in a matter of minutes and I’ll be encouraged to move further down and give his dick some oral attention. Then Dad will build up an even great sweat as he gives my ass another pounding. The second of the day but by no means the last. We’re on holiday after all, alone in this villa, and we intend to take full advantage of the time we have together. Can you believe that I actually turned him down the first time he offered himself up like this. “It’s wrong!” I blurted, my head in a spin. “And you’re too young anyway for that sort of thing.” And he was too young. Or at least he looked too young - more of a boy than a man. That made it easier to throw a tantrum and throw him out of my room. Then he went to college and I didn’t see him for a while. I thought our relationship had been destroyed by this piece of stupidity on the part of my son. But he came home for Christmas and I noticed the change. He’d matured physically. Impressively so. Good genetics, and hard work in the gym, combining to devastating effect. I couldn’t help but admire his physique, and he seemed pleased when he noticed me looking. We didn’t mention the incident. Too awkward I guess. But there was awkwardness nonetheless, especially when he took off his tee-shirt to show me the new tattoo on his back. It looked incredible, as did the swell in the back of his jeans. He asked if I liked it. And of course I said yes. “Then I’ll show you it again tomorrow, when Mum goes to visit her sister.” And this is my son showing me his tattoo, lying on my bed like he did once before. He’s still really young, but has the body of a man, and I’ve got such a boner looking at him. There’s no way I can turn him down this time. It’s Christmas after all, and that’s one hell of a present my son is offering up. He deserves a present in return. Several to be honest - several loads of daddy cum fired up that beautiful ass. My brother is such a cock tease. Look at the way he’s spreading his legs, letting me see the swell of his balls. And the glint in his eye is shameless, promising a bout of hot steamy sex. But it will have to wait until we get home. While I’d love to get down on my knees right now and give those balls a good tongue lashing before sucking a load of brotherly spunk out of them, we’d get into trouble with the rest of the team being around. I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. That’s why I keep my underpants on when I take my afternoon nap. If my son came home and found me naked then he might get the wrong message. As it is, he’ll have to pull the pants down in order to rim me then wake me up when he slips me his cock. Although I don’t wake up immediately. I give him five minutes, which is enough time for him to come if he wants to. Then I wake up, furious with my son for taking such a liberty, and punish him by giving him one hell of a pounding, fucking the boy for hours on end. It’s a daily event which has been going on for the past two years. One of the many domestic rituals which shape our lives. Now that’s a very welcoming sight waiting for me in the garden shed. All that manly brawn ready to be serviced; a hungry look on my father’s face, and a cock that is rapidly rising to a snarling erection; legs spread open to give me full access. He really is a magnificent beast, and every part will be worshipped with my adoring tongue. Then the beast will take over and it will be my legs getting spread as Dad mounts me and fucks me to a good hard come. The first of several to be sure. What a lucky lad I am! |
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May 2020
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