And the teasing sod took his time, really rubbing it, in more ways than one. I could barely contain myself as I watched him do it, wishing it was me who was doing it for him. I was aching to touch that brawny flesh once again – run my fingers through the mat of hair and massage my father’s muscular bulk. But of course I was denied the pleasure.
Extract from 'Part of the Family Job'.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy