Every lad has his own way of waiting for Dad to come home. Subtle and alluring, or blatantly on offer. The goods on show but still partially dressed. Or leave it for Dad to take it off but make it clear that’s what you want. And I reckon this lad will get what he wants, and that’s plenty of Daddy dick inside him.
Is it any wonder some lads want to screw their dad? Not to me, when the dad can fill out a pair of Wranglers like this one.
It’s Dad’s favourite way to relax, having a cigar in his leather chair. He’ll have a whisky in a minute, once I’ve poured it for him. Then he’ll have my tongue, licking him all over. We always start with the shorts on, so there isn’t such a big distraction. And it is big, like the rest of my dad. I’ll feel it get hard as I’m worshipping his chest. Then I’ll feel it against my face as I smother it in the tented material. I’ll take my time before I take it out, and then dutifully suck it until Dad’s comes in my mouth, giving me my first reward,
We’ll take a break for a few minutes and then I get my second reward when I’ll straddly Dad and ride his cock. It’ll be my turn then to spray out a wad, which I’ll blast all over that fabulous chest. Time to start licking again. And by the time he’s clean, it’ll be time for Dad to get active and screw the living daylights out of his very lucky son.
Lads always prefer it when their dad has his cock out, demanding it be sucked, or his son gets fucked. But you can still appreciate your father when his trousers are on and flies done up, especially when there’s some hairy chest on show - something to bury your face in, and worship with your mouth.
Some dads should know better than to lounge around the house like this. It could drive a lad insane, especially if dad didn't follow up on the tease.
Dad told me to join him in the workshop. Apparentl;y I'm now old enough to get dirty with him. He said to dress appropriately. Not sure what he means. I suppose I'll find out when I get there.
Dad came back from his workout and when upstairs to have a shower. I passed his room, and noticed the door had been left ajar, so couldn't resist having a peek. I watched him strip out of his training gear, right down to his slinky briefs. He pulled them down a little, but then he stopped.
But then he looked up and stared at the door.
"If you want to see the rest, boy, then join me in the shower. You can see it up close before you take it in your mouth and suck the first load of Daddy cum from my balls.
Is it any wonder some lads fall head over heels in incestuous lust. Not when there are dads like this lazing about and flaunting the goods.
I was terrified about coming out to my dad. He’s such a manly man, I assumed he’d be disappointed. But then on my eighteenth birthday he arrived in my room topless, flashing a wealth of beefy brawn.
“I know you like what you see. I’ve known it for years. And now you’re going to see more, boy. You’re going to see my cock real close up before you give it a suck. Then you’re going to see me gazing down at you as I fuck the living daylights out of you.”
Fair enough. My secret was out, and had been for a while. And who would say no to a man like that. Certainly not his horny gay son.
Our folks have gone away for the weekend and me and my brother have to fend for ourselves. Bro’ said he’d do us an omelette for breakfast, but I know what I’d sooner eat. And the way the teasing sod is flaunting it, I reckon there’s a chance I’ll be given a feast.