oldermaturelondon:Gay Boi’s Secrets: It was right there between his legs asking to be su
oldermaturelondon:Gay Boi’s Secrets: It was right there between his legs asking to be sucked. He was my buddy’s father, and I was 24 and horny 24/7. I suspected that he knew that I was a cocksucker or he would not be sitting there so suggestively with no underwear on teasing me with the outline of his cock and balls. I had stopped over on my way home to pick up my computer which I had left the night before at my friend’s home. I knew that he would not be home, but that his father would be expecting me. What I never counted on, was that his Father would be horny and in need of blow job from his Son’s gay friend. He asked me to come in and relax, reminding me that my buddy was not home. In fact, he mentioned that no one was home except him. He made his way to the couch sat down and spread his legs open. It was obvious that he was not wearing underwear. My eyes could not resist the sight of his cock head and balls. I thought it strange, but then he whispered, “You should be careful about the kind of photos you store on your computer, Son.” I blanched red. I heard my voice, “You been on my computer, Sir.” He smiled broadly, his hands wandered to his thighs and then he momentarily touched the head of his cock through his shorts. My eyes skirted to his eyes and then back to his crotch. “What did you see Sir?”, I could feel the dryness in my mouth. He smiled again, “Just some images, lots of images, of older naked men, men like me Son”. I closed my eyes, red with shame, “I am sorry, Sir, please don’t tell your Son.” He smiled again, this time his hand remained on the head of his cock and he was rubbing it, I heard him, “Don’t worry Son, I ain’t telling him anything. It’s none of his business anyway.” I smiled for a moment, looked at him and then my eyes watched him stroke his growing cock.” He spoke again, “I sure could use some help with this Son.” His cock was now visibly hard. “We both know Son, that I look like a lot of the naked men you have on your computer.” I nodded my head and heard my voice, “Is that why you are not wearing underwear Dad?. He laughed, “Damn straight Son, I need a blow job. You interested?” In a moment, I was on my knees between his legs, smelling, licking, tasting his shorts. “Let me slip out of these for you Son.” He dropped his shorts and underwear. His cock was thick and short, the base was covered in white and grey hair which smelled of musk, sweat and piss. “Makes no sense for you Son to jerk off to images of older men, when you can suck my fat dick anytime you want. Our secret okay”. My head was nodding, and I heard myself whimpering as my lips begin kissing and licking the head of his Dad cock. He was my first Dad cock. I savoured our once a week feeding sessions for almost a year. Dad encouraged me to jerk off while he fucked my face in every imaginable position. I was cock-trained by my first Dad and loved every minute of. To his word, it was our secret. At some point, I realised that I wanted more in a Dad/Son relationship and understood that our connection had run its course. Dad understood, of course, and told me that he would miss having a cock-sucking always available Son. Years later, we continue to see one another on occasion, the sight of his crotch continues to excite me, and every so often we re-create that first meeting at his request, and I service once again the first Dad cock that I ever loved. -- source link