I’m standing here gawping, jealous as fuck. They say ‘it’s a dog’s life’, and I wish it was mine. I mean, just look at what Rover gets away with - snuggling up to Dad’s crotch, lying between his wide spread legs. If only I could take its place and rest my cheek against that bulge, breath him in and gently rub that package, maybe even have a little lick and hopefully get him hard. But not to worry. Dad’s fast asleep, so at least I can look at his magnificent body and dream a forbidden dream.
Or at least I thought that Dad was asleep...
“You’ve been standing there drooling for ten minutes, boy. So it would appear you’ve finally taken the bait. Push the darn mutt out of the way and get down there instead. We’ll start with a blowjob and some licking of my chest. Then Daddy will take over and fuck your brains out.”
Who’d be a dog, when you can be the incestuous son of a father like that?
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy