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hornyfordad69: silverbadbear: ilovedaddies-world: Beautiful daddy Gorgeous grandpa Gay Boi’s Secrets: He seemed lost in the grocery store. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was looking for on that Friday night. At 24, I had long ago discovered, that Friday nights at the supermarket, were one of the places to score some Dad cock for the weekend. By his disoriented look, I assumed that he was either recently divorced or widowed. His rolling basket was nearly empty, and yet, his trousers were “fully packed” with a mouthwatering bulge. As I approached him, I could better see the outline of his substantial cock and his heavy balls. I was fairly certain that he was wearing boxers. That thought, made my asshole instinctually dilate which I could feel across the thin strap of my thong. Son in a thong, Dad in boxers….about to meet. “You seem like you are lost!?!? Need some help?”…my usual come-on flowed off my lips. Dad turned and furtively took in all of me. His approving scan of my tall, lean frame was not lost on me. “It looks like you are new at this grocery shopping thing.” His eyes narrowed, “Do I look that hopeless.” My hand good naturedly made contact with his broad shoulders. Dad did not pull away which I registered as promising sign. “No, not hopeless at all….just a little lost, like maybe you don’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen.” He smiled and laughed. “Well you are a bit psychic. My ex-wife did most of the shopping and cooking for years. I am a bit new at this.” There it was, the information and opening that I needed. “Well then, let me help. I am quite handy in the kitchen”, and I thought, in the bedroom too which I hope you will soon realise. I proceeded to lean forward and selected a “choice cut of beef” for him. It was thick like him, with the perfect amount of fat, and I knew that it would taste incredibly succulent in the mouth. “This will be perfect, and I can cook it with some sautéed mushrooms and a French créme sauce for you. He looked again at me, this time more intently as his eyes traveled more comfortably down my torso. “Really.., he mumbled, “I cannot impose on you, though the meal sounds delicious.” I thought to myself that he might find my cock and just douched and horny asshole equally delicious. I was getting hard, yet even hard, I was no match for my Dad’s flaccid cock which was now only inches away from me. “Not an imposition. I would love to cook for you Dad.”, He repeated, “Dad!?”. I smiled and demurred, “You kind of remind me of my Father, lost in this supermarket and in need of a good meal prepared especially for you.” “Okay then.” And with those words I filled his basket with the necessary food items, as I paid additional attention to the bulge in his trousers, and the way his belly pushed out of his shirt over his belt line, and his masculine gait which nicely revealed his strong big ass. I followed him back to his apartment. It was big and spacious with a great view of the skyline. From his kitchen, I could see the corner of his king sized bed, which again caused my asshole to dilate once again. We were occupied with small talk as I begin chopping and dicing. There was an easy and comfortable rapport between us. Those first two glasses of wine went down rather easy and by the time the vegetables were gently sautéing, I became more flirtatious and suggestive. “So it must be hard, living alone after the divorce.” I paused for effect and he muttered something about it having been a long time since he was single and available. I was horny, and the wine helped, “Well a guy like you should have no trouble dating again…” The words hung there between us. “You probably figured out by now that I am very attracted to you.” It was a statement, not at all a question. He blushed crimson and whispered, “I thought you might be queer. This is all very new for me.” I reached for his hand; and was pleased that he did not pull away. “I really want to suck your cock Dad.” Without breaking eye-contact, he smiled and unzipped his trousers. To my pleasant surprise, he was not wearing any underwear. His cock was thick, long and uncut and fell out. “Wow…that’s a man’s cock!” He laughed as I fell to my knees on the kitchen floor. My lips gently kissed the hood of his cock as my tongue began to gently lick and bath around his hood. The taste was strong and pungent; ever so male. “You need me to shower Son!?” I shook my head no, his male taste and smell reverberated throughout my body. In response to my tongue, the head of his cock emerged from his hood. It was thick and mushroom shaped. I moaned and opened my mouth to receive him as I undid his belt. His trousers fell to the floor as my hands cupped his strong, full, pliant ass. He responded as I pulled his ass towards my face and thrust his cock in one move deep into my mouth. My throat naturally relaxed and Dad was now moaning. “Damn, you sure take cock better than any woman.” His words of affirmation further fuelled my confidence. I pulled back off his cock and took each of his balls into my mouth. They were big, covered with grey hair. As I bathed each one, Dad was again moaning. I stood up. He was three inches taller than me, stouter, thicker, rounder. I begin to unbutton his shirt, never breaking eye-contact. The taste of his balls and cock were on my lips and in my mouth. My hands pulled his shirt down and off his hairy shoulders. His chest was covered with fur and his tits were soft. My mouth made contact with one of his generous nipples. As I licked and sucked, Dad moaned again. I lifted his arm. The scent of his armpit as it opened aroused both my cock and asshole. I buried my mouth and tongue in his pit, and savoured his male stink. As I pulled out of his pit, my hand fell to his thick fully erect cock. I whispered a command, “I need to be naked in your bed with you Dad.” He did not hesitate. He took my hand from his cock, stepping out of his shoes, trousers and shirt and led me naked to his bed. His male instincts took command as he pulled me onto his bed. There was an urgency as he pulled off my shirt, sneakers and jeans. Lying there in a lace white thong, which I had specially selected for this anticipated moment. Dad took in the femininity of my thong combined with the curves of my ass and the wetness of my erect cock. He was on top of me. His weight felt incredibly comforting and exciting. My hard cock pressed against the lace felt his much larger hard cock pressed into it. Our eyes were locked, as he leaned in for our first kiss. It was passionate, and deep borne of our mutual needs. The warmth and wetness of our mouths, lips, and tongues was matched in intensity by the heat radiating from my tight pink pucker and his now wet head. I needed him in my mouth again, and gently flipped him over so that I could kneel by his side and suck on his cock. He was moaning and thrusting as I guided his hand to my ass. I had already pre-lubed my asshole in hopes of this moment. As his finger tentatively found my tight hole, he discovered a familiar wetness that resonated with his masculinity and increased his confidence. I heard him, “You need to be fucked don’t you.” It was not a question, it was a statement. I responded, “Oh yes, Dad…fuck me.” His finger pushed into my hole as he began carving out a place for his thick wet cock. The front of my thong was completely wet with my own pre-cum. My added wetness both front and back signalled my receptivity to sexual intercourse. “Fuck me Dad.” He rose up on his knees, pulled my thong down and over my ass and mounted me from behind. I was his “bitch” in heat, moaning and pushing my ass back and up. His thick cock teased my hole. “Dad’s going to fuck you good queer boy”. I loved the term. “You need cock queer boy?”, He was teasing me. His hands reached out and around to my thong and he begin to rub the fabric rhythmically. My cock was his clit, I thought, as he pushed his way into my pucker. The pain was intense given his size and yet the rhythmic stroking of my cock through the lace relaxed me into the role that I was born for. Dad was going to fuck, seed and breed me. It was what I lived for. The pain relented as I opened to his thickness and wetness. As he was thrusting and moaning, grabbing my hips, I thought of the Sons I could bear him. He was thrusting with a vengeance and my ass met each thrust as my body swallowed his cock. My own cock exploded cum into my now wet thong. His prideful boast “Made my bitch cum….”, was followed by his own powerful explosions deep into my ass which took him by surprise. “Damn best cunt…fuck”. He was filling me and pounding me with his Dad seed. And in that intimate animalistic natural moment, we both found what we needed that Friday night. -- source link