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hornyfordad69: panchorojo:silverbadbear: GORGEOUS GRANDPA Sexy Gay Boi’s Secrets: Every Gay Son understands that regional and national conferences provide the perfect venue to secure some Dad cock and realise your fantasies with horny, older, curious, and available older men. Fortunately, for me at the age of 26, I serve as the Assistant Manager for a major convention centre and head up the hospitality and sales divisions. Twice a month, and sometimes more, we are in the business of hosting major conventions, guaranteeing me availability and access to the kind of Dads that I need to satisfy my sexual needs. There he was with a bored look on his face with his thick thighs spread open. The initial view of his bulge immediately attracted me, along with his wide soft centre, full grey beard and receding hairline. I imagined that Dad was at the convention reluctantly and was already bored by the opening presentations. I saw an opportunity. My asshole instinctively dilated and my mouth watered; a sure sign that my body and psyche was responding to my waiting, and hopefully, wanting Dad. I made eye contact from across the room. It was initially furtive. My eyes continue to alternate between his eyes and his bulge. His eyes remained indifferent, and yet, I imagined that the cum in his balls was beginning to churn, knowing that a hungry cocksucker was in range. These are always the moments of great risk for a Son. You sense, or imagine, Dad’s possible interest and availability, and yet, it can be easy to over interpret or misread cues. Strangely, it adds to the sexual excitement and tension; for you are pursuing a “forbidden object”; the loins that made you. That thought made me bold. I knew that I could not miss the opportunity to slowly unzip Dad’s trousers, to inhale the manly scents emanating from his tight briefs, and the ensuing worship of his cock which was his due as my Dad, and my responsibility as his Gay Son. Lost in my own thoughts, my eyes left his bulge and returned to his eyes. Dad was staring back at me. It was my move to make and we both knew it. As the session broke, I assumed the microphone and announced that there would be a Cocktail Reception in the adjoining room with a cash bar and a light supper. The normal wave of relief and good cheer enveloped the room. I thought it a “bit cheesy” that they were charging the attendees for drinks, though it was a largely polyester clad crowd. And boy, when Dad got up from his chair, he filled out his polyester trousers to great advantage front and back. He was stout man with a generously sized ass which seemed barely contained by the stretched fabric. My mouth watered again, as I imagined pulling down his trousers and sandwiching my face between those oversized white brief clad cheeks. When he turned, I knew that he knew that I had been staring at his ass. I nodded in his direction as his table mates headed into the other room. I was bold, approached him and stretched out my hand to greet him, “Miles Davis, I am the Events Manager here, welcome Mr….” Dad offered his hand in mine. It was big and oversized just like the rest of him. I imagined his thick fingers probing my tight pink hole, and again, my asshole dilated in response. “Robert Cleary, my friends call me Bob.” I smiled, I knew that over the next several days, that we could be more than just “friends” and that I would be soon calling “Bob”, “Dad”. “Well then welcome Mr. Cleary.” I reached into my pocket and handed him a card with my name, title and text number. In my mind, it read, Gay Son, Horny Cocksucker, Ass Rimmer and Assertive Bottom. “Here’s my card. Use it over the next several days at any of our cash bars and your cocktails are on “the house”. He smiled, “Mighty generous of you…”, he hesitated and consulted the card, “Mr. Lyons.”. I responded, “My friends call me Sport.” “Okay then, Sport. Thank you”. I thought to myself, “Sport”, I felt that name on his lips and it echoed across my asshole, balls and cock”. “My pleasure, Bob. And please call on me anytime, night or day, if there is anything I can do to make your visit with us more pleasurable”. My eyes lingered over his expansive frame. “Now go have some cocktails and relax.” I detected or noted a blush, as my nostrils registered Dad’s inexpensive cologne tinged with musk and the undeniable scent of testosterone in a Dad who needs to “shoot a load”. As he departed, his eyes furtively took in my frame. I was lean, tall, and lightly muscled with the clean cut good looks that women my age usually notice. “Do call or text me later.” He was noncommittal, and yet, I somehow knew that he needed to ejaculate.I was fairly confident that the text would come that night. I meticulously showered, groomed and douched insuring that I would be immaculate. I suspected that I might be the “first guy” that Dad actually got-off with, and I wanted to insure that if I were, that my immaculate douched tight pink pucker was ready to receive his virgin mouth, tongue, lips and cock, if I should be so lucky. I selected the red thong. I loved how the strap stimulated my asshole and thought the nod to femininity and sexual receptivity, might help me “get laid”.The text read, “In room 402, want to join me for a night cap”. I knew that Dad wanted me to give him a blow job and responded, “Absolutely…incredibly thirsty.” He opened the door and it was obvious he had been drinking. He was wearing a bathrobe and his trousers, briefs and the shirt he had been wearing lay discarded on the floor. “I’ve never done this before, Sport.”. I took control. “Relax Dad..tonight is all about your pleasure.” I opened his robe, he was covered in a thick carpet of silver grey fur, his generous belly hung over his thick stout uncut cock. “Damn, you have a great cock Dad.” Without permission, I stripped out of my clothes down to my red thong, and knelt before his open robe. I suspected that he noticed the curve of my ass, my tight waist, and my broad shoulders. My lips kissed the head of his cock…each kiss was deliberate. My tongue caressed and slowly wet his head as his shaft extended in both length and girth. I was going to “suck off my Dad” right there, right now. We had not even exchanged a word. Dad knew that I needed to suck cock and I knew that he needed to cum. That thought and the first taste of his cock caused my own cock to extend pressing the red fabric forward. I reached up as I took his cock into my mouth and pulled his robe off. It fell in a pool around and before me. My eyes took in his thickness, his roundness and his softness as his now fully hard and wet cock filled my mouth. His balls were big and hairy and were slapping against my chin. My throat naturally and expertly opened to Dad’s cock as I heard his moans of satisfaction. My hands reached around and cupped his soft pliable ample cheeks. His asscrack was wet with perspiration as he continued to thrust into my throat. My cock needed release from my thong. I pulled it down and off, still on my knees. Dad’s cock and my mouth; as it has always intended to be. I loved being naked, submissive, and hungry for this ripe mature older man. His moans grew more insistent and my mouth and throat met and exceeded his every thrust. “Damn, you are an amazing cocksucker Sport.” I nodded my head, delirious in the flavour of his pre-cum which was now lubricating and feeding me. My left hand reached up and caressed his soft, hairy chest. I wanted to suck his nipples, and yet, I could feel his urgency. He exploded. His first shot of cum deep into my throat was followed by several smaller loads which filled my mouth. I struggled to keep up, yet loved the feeling of drowning on my Dad’s cum, as it flooded my mouth. “Fuck Sport…”, he roared, as my index finger traced his hairy pucker. Satiated, he pulled out, cum dripping off his thick head. I was hard and leaking. As he pulled away, I felt an intense sadness, and yet, I understood. Dad had cum and was now struggling with the enormity of our encounter. I had been there before. I expected him to reach for his robe, ask me to leave. And yet, I heard him whisper, “Thank you Sport. That was awesome.” I was naked, hard, wet and dripping pre-cum and was also aware of Dad’s cum on my own face. “You need to get-off?” It was a question, somewhat hesitant in its delivery, but sounded sincere. I knew that he was a “good husband”, a “good provider”, and a “good Father”. And I also knew that I needed to shoot a load with my Dad. “It’s okay Dad. I can jerk off myself.” Dad blushed, I know that Sport, how can I help.” I wanted to be careful. I knew that I had to pace this in a way that would allow us to continue to deepen our sexual connection over the ensuing days and I also knew that for the time being his cock was spent. Just lay with me Dad and hold me for awhile. Not waiting for him to respond, I walked over to his king size bed, hopeful that the curve and nakedness of my small round ass might arouse him. I bent suggestively and unmade the bed, and laid on my side. In a moment, Dad lay next to me. “Spoon me Dad?!”. He did as I requested. There was a natural way in which our bodies comfortably relaxed and folded into one another. His arms slowly wrapped around my narrow waist and I slowly nuzzled my ass into his soft hairy belly and groin. “Just hold me Dad.” I was in my Dad’s arms with the taste of his cock in my mouth and his cum swimming through my body. We dozed intermittently. At one point, I heard him whisper, “You need to get-off Sport”. I suggestively backed my ass into his semi-erect cock. I too was getting aroused, but all of my sensuality was focused at that moment on my nipples and my asshole. I reached for his hand and placed it on my wanting nipple. Dad begin to tentatively and than more naturally squeeze and fondle my nipples. My back naturally arched to the stimulation. “I like when you play with my tits Dad.” Our cocks were now both aroused and I backed into his hardness. And in that moment, Dad was a man, and understood what I needed. His hand moved from my nipple to my tight moist hole. I moaned when his finger made contact with my hole. And as a man, he did what came naturally. He began to tentatively and then more confidently tease, rub, finger and probe a wanting hole. . I was leaking pre-cum, lost in the moment. I whispered, “Fuck me Dad.” One finger was followed by another as my moans became more urgent. I wrapped my arm around his neck as he placed his cock at the entrance of my asshole. He pushed his thick head into me as I gasped for air. The pain was intense yet fleeting as he pushed his head and then his shaft slowly into me. “Make love to me Dad…” And he did, tenderly, and expertly. His lips were kissing my neck, his thick hands were fondling my nipples as his cock started to rhythmically thrust in and then out of me. Our breaths were synchronised, we were both drenched in sweat, as our bodies gave way to the urgency and intensity of our first sexual intercourse. I shot my own intense load before he did over the bed. He triumphed with pride at his success, the way most men do when they are fucking and their mate cums. And than he shot deep into my hole, his sperm now invading and claiming another part of my body. “Fuck, fuck he yelled. Take my cock Sport”. And I did for the rest of the week as we had sex with restless abandon until his departure for home. He would be my Dad and my Husband for that week and it was enough and oh so very satisfying for both of us. -- source link