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I am a great cook.” Our eyes met again. “That would be nice” he responded. “Well it looks to me like you are a “steak and potatoes kinda guy. I suggest the tenderloin, with some fresh asparagus and a loaded bake potato”. The thought of filling his belly with such ample provisions and helping to stretch his belly a bit more aroused me. He smiled, and his eyes tentatively looked me over. I was hoping that my freshly showered, groomed and just worked-out lean college body caught his notice. I always meticulously groomed and dressed a bit seductively when I was prowling for Dad cock at supermarkets on Friday night. “I love your suggestion, Son, but unfortunately, I have little talent in the kitchen. I will probably need to settle for some hamburgers”. Our eyes met. I loved that he referred to me as “Son” and felt my already aroused cock stiffen a bit more. “Well, you might be in luck Dad. I love to cook. You buy the provisions for us, and I’ll cook for us both”. He initially looked puzzled. Perhaps slipping in the word “Dad” was premature. “Are you sure? You don’t even know me”. I smiled, “Well, I assume that you are recently divorced and used to having a wife cook for and take care of you.” He smiled, “Damn straight.” I continued, “So I figured the least I could do is offer to cook you a meal”. Together we filled his grocery cart. I followed him back to his apartment. It was a spare and lonely one bedroom condominium on the outskirts of town. He poured me a glass of wine and took a beer for himself, and I made my way to his kitchen. We pleasantly talked, our conversation was natural and easy. He was recently divorced; the father of three grown children who was “figuring out” what it was like to be single again. He was successfully employed,yet reeling by his change in financial circumstances post divorce. He was also feeling old, overweight, and unattractive. It was my moment to intercede, “Well, I think you are very hot!” He was taken aback, but not my much. I heard him say “I thought you might be gay!” I playfully responded, it was a risk, but also an opportunity. “Damn straight, totally gay and exclusively attracted to older stocky guys”. There was a pause and a silence. He blushed and said, “Not very good in the kitchen Son, but I can handle my own well in the sack, if you are interested.” We ate dinner hurriedly and made our way to his king size bed. It was only his second time having sex with a man. The first time was in college before he got married. His body responded to the delicious attention that I afforded his hairy arm pits, his soft and full chest and belly and his thick inner thighs. He was overwhelmed by my physical attraction to him and the tender way that my lips, tongue and mouth begin feeding on his stocky and round Dad bod. He was at first reluctant to touch me, but as his cock hardened, he could not deny his arousal. I whispered in his ear that from the moment I first glanced his big beefy ass in the supermarket and his wide soft belly that all I could think about was being underneath him making love. Our eyes met. He flipped me on my back and positioned his body on top of mine and our lips began to hungrily savour one another. He followed the natural scripting of his heterosexual life as he begin to pleasure my nipples as his stiff dick begin humping and rocking. I took his large hands and moved them gently yet authoritatively down to my asshole. His fingers naturally explored and probed the entry that was designed and made for his cock. He made love to me like I was a woman. He was gentle, respective and attentive. He wanted to insure that he was not hurting me as he slowly pushed his cock into my ass. Fortunately, I had generously pre-lubed my asshole before my trip to the market. It was a difficult entry, nevertheless. It excited me to know that, in his mind anyway, he was entering new virgin territory. That thought excited me beyond compare as my ass relaxed and allowed the full extent of his cock inside of me. His thrusts were initially slow and tentative. He constantly sought reassurance that I was okay, which was incredibly endearing to me. I whispered that he had an amazing cock and that I needed so badly to be fucked. His confidence increased as did the depth and power of his thrusts. His weight upon me, his cock impaling me, my slender legs wrapped tightly around his big beefy ass were all so incredibly exciting. My cock was leaking precum. Dad took notice, and begin gently stroking and rubbing my cock as he fucked me deeper and deeper. I heard myself, “Make me cum, Daddy!” And we both did, over and over that fateful Friday night comfortable in our new found roles with one another in his king sized bed. Always grateful when I find one of my old posts when I blogged under Dad/Sonwife. 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