hornyfordad69: mistarite:What a kiss!! Gay Boi’s Secrets: The truth of the matter was that I just w
hornyfordad69: mistarite:What a kiss!! Gay Boi’s Secrets: The truth of the matter was that I just was never all that excited or “turned on” by his daughter who was my fiancé for over a year. When I first met her Dad, during my Senior year of college, an undeniable attraction and arousal that I had always felt for older men crashed through my denial. Mr. Collins and I became fast friends. The father of three daughters, he had always wanted a “Son” and we shared many interests in common. Soon we were playing tennis at least twice a week, and racquet ball at least once. My fiancé loved that I was spending time with my future father-in-law and encouraged the time we were spending together as did his wife. We were often hot and sweaty together, which added to my arousal and lust. In no time, Mr. Collins suggested that we enjoy meals together after we played our racket sports, which of course, necessitated that we “shower” before indulging our appetites. I will never forget the first time we stripped down naked in front of one another before heading in to the showers. It was both casual and intense. We slowly stripped down for one another’s approving and interested eyes. We were both fit and lean and our bodies so resembled “father” and “son”. When we slipped down our briefs for the first time, almost in unison, I remember how Mr. Collins appraisingly looked at my cock and balls and side, “Damn, we could be father and son.” It was true, our cocks and balls were almost identical, save his grey public hair. From that moment on, I referred to him as “Dad”, and he referred to me as “Son.” We showered inches away from one another, and it was obvious that we were both aroused. During lunch that day, Dad made mention of our mutual attraction. I was at first, defensive, after all I was engaged to his daughter, and yet, Dad persisted and told me of his own arousal to my young body and his curiosity about gay sex. After a few strange and awkward minutes, I acknowledged my attraction to him. That afternoon, Dad checked us into an exclusive hotel and we spent the next 24 hours exploring and worshipping every inch of one another’s bodies. The versatility of our bodies and sexual appetites excited us both. As I was fucking my fiancé’s Dad for the first time, I released that I had never been that “turned on my his daughter”. Likewise, when Dad fucked me for the first time, before he filled me with his hot creamy load, he made mention of the fact that he had never been so sexually excited or satisfied in his life. In the ensuing weeks and months, we became totally invested and consumed by our intergenerational gay relationship. We were now almost together every day which did not go unnoticed by his wife or my fiancé. And we just didn’t care anymore, we lived to satisfy and excite each other sexually. His divorce and my break-up were inevitable, painful and dramatic. And yet, when both were accomplished, we were able to finally marry one another and proclaim our deep love and perverse all-consuming sexual attraction to one another. As we were making-out in the pool on our honeymoon cruise, we were both so happy and proud. He was my husband and I was his, and yet he was also my Dad and I was forever more his insatiable horny Gay Son. And it was right and truth for both of us. -- source link