a4f101: 12 Tales Of Christmas: Next To Dad This one’s a suggestion from my hot bud Coach at hugyerbu
a4f101: 12 Tales Of Christmas: Next To Dad This one’s a suggestion from my hot bud Coach at hugyerbud. Enjoy, my man… I felt the mattress dip and a cool draft waft across my body. Usually I’m a pretty heavy sleeper, but I was in a strange place, with traffic still humming by on the Interstate past the motel, even this late . So I woke up in confusion, a dark shape shifting in the gloom on the other side of the bed, sliding in beside me. “Huh… what…” I muttered sleepily, confused. “Shhh… sorry bud… your Mom’s snoring’s driving me nuts,” I heard Dad say, and instantly relaxed. They were sleeping in the adjoining room, and even though the wall, I could hear the slow, steady buzz of Mom’s snoring. For such a petite little thing, she sure could make some noise. Sounded like she was running a sawmill in her bedroom, half the time. “Hope you don’t mind, but I gotta get some rest, buddy, or we’ll never make it to Phoenix tomorrow. Get some sleep, big guy.” He slipped an arm over my side, gave me a quick side-hug, then rolled over onto the other side of the bed. Within minutes, he was sound asleep, and his deep, rhythmic breathing sent me back there too. The long blare of a truck horn from the freeway woke me up again, then the splash of headlights pulling into the motel parking lot. I looked at the clock - a little after 1am. Shit. This sucked. But I was warm, at least, the heat from Dad’s body warming my back, the soft warm breeze of his sleeping breath on the back of my neck really kinda nice, and… Wait. The fuck? Dad’s cock was hard, and it was nudging up against my ass. Fuck fuck fuck. I was wide awake now, very aware of the feeling of him. He was wearing boxers, i guessed, and I had boxer briefs on, but still, I could feel the hardness of him. He felt big - real big. I’d always kinda suspected Dad had a big dick. Suspected I was gonna have one too. Already, I’d caught a few guys in the locker room a school giving me the side-eye. I’d compared my cock to the dudes in porn, and I was pretty happy with what I saw. I wasn’t a big dude otherwise - kind of lean, tight. Played a lot of soccer, swam, ran track. Maybe that made my dick look bigger than it was, up against my trim frame. But I was pretty sure I had a big dick anyhow. I knew I had a couple years still to grow, too. And since I’d inherited Dad’s build - he’d been a soccer kid too, all lean and defined torso, with nice thick thighs and ass - I was getting kind of a sneak preview of what else I was inheriting from him. Weird as this whole situation was, I was still pretty impressed. And secretly a little bit excited. To know I was gonna have a big dick, sure - what dude doesn’t love that? But also… the fact that his big dick was hard, and pressed up against me. Still, though, this was weird, and exciting as it was, I knew I should pull away. I tried to stealthily pull closer to the side of the bed, and had managed to shift my ass away from the thick, throbbing hardness of him, when he snaked his forearm over my waist and pulled me back, muttering something sleepy and inaudible. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of my neck, growled a very contented “Mmmmm” sound, and squeezed me even tighter to him. No doubting it now - Dad was hard as fuck, nestling up the indent of my crack, even hunching his hips a little as he let out another deep-chested pleasure sound. And now, I was getting hard as fuck too. Keep reading -- source link
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