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Sunday DILF moment: posing for pictures with the wife

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Always hard

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Gay Boi’s Secrets: There was always plenty of booze available and access to his cock.  At 21, I was perpetually horned up, lonely and struggling to make sense of my exclusive attraction to older men.  Mr. Collins was pushing 65, retired military and widowed.  He sensed and understood my desires before I completely did.  He lived down the street from my parents, and I mowed neighbourhood lawns for college spending money.  The first time he invited me in for a drink, it was a hot summer day.  After the second drink, he casually slipped out of his Bermuda shorts and t-shirt and settled onto his couch in his white briefs.  My eyes surveyed his smooth frame with an unmistakable hunger.  He casually kicked back and said,  “When I was in the army, there were guys who liked to suck cock, and I always helped them out.”  At the same time, his hand made its way to the pouch of his briefs and he casually groped the head of his cock.  “You one of those guys?”.  I swallowed deeply, my eyes blurred over.  “It okay with me if you are.  An old man like me is still gain for a blow-job”.  It was so tawdry.  A man old enough and then some to be my Dad, laid-out on his couch, horny, in need of a willing mouth.  It was hardly the romantic scenes that I had envisioned, and yet, there I was instantly hard, staring at his hand as it massaged the head of his cock through his underwear.  “You ever taste and suck cock?”  I nodded imperceptibly.  “Then get your pussy mouth over here Son, you know its what we both want.”  And in that moment, I responded to his command.  I stripped to my white briefs, fully tented and walked over  to the the couch.  I knelt and my mouth replaced his beefy hand over the pouch of his underwear.  I inhaled deeply and slowly; that irresistible smell of cock and balls.  He spread his thighs open so that I could bury my head deeper as I wafted the scent of his male taint.  “Good boy,  you like the smell of Dad’s cock, balls and ass….”  It was not a question.  He knew.  My lips begin to kiss the outline of his growing shaft and engorged head.  He tenderly stroked the back of my head.  “You are hungry.”  I moaned in agreement.  “Dad’s got a nice creamy load just for you Son.”  He reached down and allowed his big hairy balls to fall out of his briefs.  “Right in there Son, a load of hot Dad sperm just for you.”  My tongue flipped down and across each of his balls.  The taste of his musk and sweat filled my senses as I imagined his churning jizz.  He rose to his feet, pulled his white briefs down, took them into his own hand and stood before me.  On my knees now, he rubbed first the warm pouch over my entire face.  I was in a trance, his cock was stiff, upright, and wet, as my face was being scented by the smell of piss, musk and sweat.  “You like the stink of a man, Son.”  I was rocking, moaning.  My own cock already stiff and wet.  Eye to eye, he pulled the just rubbed pouch off my nose and slid the fabric up.  The smell of his cock, gave way to the smell of his ripe ass.  “Even better Son.  The smell of Dad’s ass all over your handsome face.”  I was lost, so incredibly excited by the intimacy of that moment.  “And someday soon, your mouth, lips and tongue will be feeding on my asshole.” His words simultaneously disgusted and excited me.  “But today, your job is to clean, swallow and suck Dad’s cock.”  I was nodding enthusiastically.  As he pulled his taint smelled briefs off of my face, I felt an immediate sense of loss.  He was right, I wanted to taste and eat his ass.  The loss was real and profound, yet instantly soothed, when his begin to rub his wet warm cock head over my lips.  “Now that’s a hot sight  Son.  Lubricating your pretty lips with my pre-cum”.  I never thought of my lips as “pretty” and yet when Dad said that, it felt so right. My pretty lips and hungry wet mouth were made just for him.  I opened my mouth and his cock head naturally filled and occupied the vacant space.  “That’s exactly where Dad’s cock belongs Son, when it’s not in your ass.”  My asshole instinctively dilated at his comment.  “But for today, you are Dad’s cocksucker.  There will be another time for you to eat my ass and ride my cock with your man pussy.”  Those words, his command and his uncanny prescience, combined with the shaft of his cock now pushing deeper into my mouth nearly made me blow my own load “hands-free.”  Dad noticed my excitement.  “And someday, your old man will also suck your pretty little cock too, boy”.  I loved that he referred to both my “mouth” and “cock” as pretty and his words allowed my throat to naturally relax as his cock head probed deeper.  He was thrusting in and out.  Each withdrawal allowed for a momentary breath and yet also an uncomfortable emptiness which was soon immediately filled by a forward thrust.  Dad was fucking my mouth and throat.  “Take it pussy boy.  Eat my fucking cock”.  I was gasping, breathing, gasping, breathing in rhythm with my Dad.  My mouth was his pussy, today and always.  I needed his sperm to coat my throat, fill my mouth, run down my face.  And as if on command, Dad did just that.  I was swallowing, drowning, tasting, swimming and dripping in his cum.  My own cock was spurting cum all over the floor.  And in. that beautiful moment, all there was was the taste and spell of cum and cock.  And with a confidence and a certainty that I had never felt until that moment.  I knew that I would always be Dad’s pussy boy.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  My older sister’s husband realised early on that his wife’s younger brother was incredibly aroused by him.  He took every opportunity to insure that I could check-out and lust over his thick solid frame.  He worked construction,  so seeing him sweaty and shirtless after a day of hard labour, soon became my obsession.  I timed my visits to their apartment when I knew that my sister was working late into the night, and I was certain that he would be home alone, sweaty, and horny.  We would often enjoy a beer or two and as we became more relaxed, I became more forward.  I started by asking him if I could have his sweaty t-shirt, worn socks, and used boxer briefs so that I could “jerk-off” later thinking about him.  I remembered his first reaction,  “Really dude…you get-off on my stink.”,  I heard the judgment and initial surprise in his voice, and yet, it was followed by, “Man that’s kinky and hot.  Never knew faggots were into that shit.”.  It was a mixed message that was incredibly erotic to me.  He acknowledged that it was “arousing” to think of someone getting off to his male stink, and yet, at the same time, referred to me as a “faggot” underscoring his superiority over me.  I heard my voice,  “C’mon dude,  I really need to huff your used briefs.”  I remembered his confidence, as he stripped off his sweaty t-shirt, and slipped out of his white dirty socks.  I immediately took each to my nose, inhaling deeply.  The items were damp and reeked of sweat, dirt, musk, and that tangy and ripe scent of masculinity.  “Dude,  fuck…you like sniffing that shit!?”  He stood there with a shit ass grin, towering over me.  Everything about him was thick.  He was built like a line-backer and had played high school football.  Over the years, his girth had grown soft in ways that made both his belly and his pecs incredibly erotic.  My eyes took in all of him as I breathed again focused on the wet and heavily scented underarms of his shirt.  “Fuck, I smell like a pig, and you like it!”  I moaned in agreement as he reached to undo his belt.  “I guess my faggot wants my fuckin used briefs now.”  I watched as his belt came off, and he undid the buttons on his jeans and slowly undid his zipper.  He stepped out of his jeans and shoes.  His pouch was big and round, just like the rest of him.  And without reservation, he pulled his boxers briefs down and threw them at me.  There he stood, towering over me, nude.  His cock was long and thick; perhaps a bit aroused.  His thighs and calves were beefy and thick like the rest of him.  His eyes were locked on mine. “Sniff it faggot”.  On command and with some added drama, I placed the warm wet pouch of his briefs over my nose and mouth and inhaled deeply.  It still held the shape of his cock and was warm and his stink was instantly arousing.  I huffed the smell or urine, sweat, musk and cock.  “You like that don’t y look at my big ass,  faggot”.  He walked back and in acknowledgement of his comment, I made a point of lifting his pouch off my nose and mouth and turning his briefs around to the backside.  “Yeah, faggot, going to sniff my ass now…”  I did, and the smell of his asshole, ripe, musky, masculine combined with that of his sweat made me heady.  He popped open his beer and took a big slug as he handed one to me.  “Its not my piss…but refreshing nevertheless.”  That thought, new to me, of actually swallowing his piss, was oddly erotic.  I chugged deeply, noticing that his cock was nearly erect now.  I inhaled again deeply of his ass.  His smile was mocking and yet curious.  “Bet you want to huff the real thing,.”  He turned and touched his toes.  “Dig in faggot…you know its what you need.” Without hesitation, I buried my face into his butt cheeks as I parted his crack with my near trembling hands.  I had never done this before, and was simultaneously  a bit “grossed-out” and yet, also incredibly turned on.  My nose, lips and tongue naturally traced, licked and smelled his crack.  He pulled his arm around and began to rub his pliable ample asscheeks over my entire face.  “You are going to smell like ass, sweat and shit man, so that everyone will know that you are faggot.”  And something in me broke, and flowed, and it was natural and liberating.  My tongue begin to lick, suck and probe.  I could feel waves of his coarse hair which opened to his dank, moist and ripe  asshole.  “That’s it faggot…get your tongue up there.”  I pushed into his velvet warm centre and was aware that he had begun to jerk-off.  “That’s it eat out your Dad’s ass.”  At that command, I felt like a “real man” for nearly the first time in my life.  I was licking, sucking and probing his hole.  It was my man-pussy and I joined a long line of horny men who could not resist the smell and taste of a pussy.  As he stroked, I too stroked my own cock as my tongue probed and fucked him.  There was a natural rhythm in our movements.  His hand stroking his cock, my hand stroking my cock, and my tongue pushing inwards and upward into his dank receptive asshole.  His cock erupted and his cream shot up and out onto the floor as mine shot between his thick calves.  We had creamed his floor.  He stood up, pulling his ass away from my face.  I immediately felt the loss of contact, yet naturally begin to lick up his sperm from the floor.  “Damn, hot faggot…next time, I may let you drink that load and suck my cock”.  And I knew, that everything that we would do together from that moment forward would be at his command and borne of my perversion to do unnatural things with him. As I licked his cum from the floor, I could smell his ass all over my face, and my asshole instinctively and naturally dilated as I am sure his did as well.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  It started out as a relatively boring and uneventful Christmas holiday spent with my grandparents in Florida, until that moment, when I glanced over the fence and inadvertently met their new neighbour, Stan, naked, and bent-over affording me with an incredibly erotic view of his thick full round ass and his formidable ball sac peeking though his thighs. I was literally agasp; my mouth wide open as my cock registered my immediate arousal.  A sound of desire must have escaped my mouth, since Stan turned around at that moment.   He casually smiled, waved in acknowledgement and begin approaching the fence.  My eyes took in his handsome weathered face, his receding hairline, his soft, and full chest, sexy paunch and short thick cock.  “You must be Billy,  your grandparents talk often of you.”  I blushed, as he extended his hand out to me.  I noticed the absence of a wedding ring and did my best to not stare at his thick compact cock.  As we shook hands, my asshole dilated, at the strength of his grip, his casual masculinity and naked confidence.  “I understand you will be visiting for a couple of weeks.”  I nodded, at a loss for words.  “You need to come over and join me for a swim someday.”  I only heard the word “cum”, and I responded awkwardly and immediately, “I would love to cum with you.”  Stan smiled, I blushed.  “Well then, Billy, let’s make a date then.”  He casually touched his cock and balls in that way that all straight men seem to.  “No time like the present,” I muttered. Okay then,  “C’mon join me for a swim.”  He turned and walked to the side gate.  His gate was masculine and his ass in movement was incredibly arousing.  I knew that I was staring, and I knew that he knew.  At 22, I was just beginning to better understand my intense attraction to older men and my preoccupation with their ass and thighs.  As he unlatched the gate, I was still staring at his ass.  Reluctantly, my eyes and my body moved towards the gate.  “You need a bathing suit, or are you okay naked.”  I blurted out,  “Naked with you will just be fine.”  He nodded his head in consent, as I joined him on his property which seemed a world away from my grandparent’s domain and the sheltered existence I had lived.  He casually directed me to his pool which opened up to his master bedroom.  “You are a good boy to be visiting your grandparents”.  I loved that he referred me to as a “good boy”.  “Yes Sir,”  the words were formal and a bit stiff and yet we both registered the natural differences in our positions.   In a flash and without warning, he jumped into the pool.  He was naturally athletic and his form was graceful, yet commanding.  “C’mon join me Son.”  That word, “Son”, being uttered by a masculine mature man with a big ass and a delicious looking cock, naked and waiting for me in his pool, it was like a mirage, and yet it was happening.  My cock was growing, and yet, there was no embarrassment as I stripped out of my shorts and t-shirt.  Stan looked approvingly up at my long legs, narrow waist and compact ass. He could see my obvious arousal as I felt my sperm churning in my tight pink balls.  “That’s it Son, the sun sure does feel good.”  I responded, “Sure does Dad.”  I jumped in far less athletically and gracefully than Dad.  We were in his pool, the water was warm yet refreshing and our bodies were mere inches from one another.  We frolicked and wrestled like any Father and Son might.  As we were roughhousing, my hands casually make contact with his body.  I was becoming more sexually aroused and Dad certainly noticed.  At one point, he reached out and held my cock in his hand for a moment.  “Looks like you are having fun Son.”  I blushed, “Sure am Dad.”  I wanted to be bold enough to touch his cock in turn and even more, I wanted to trace the crack of his gorgeous manly ass, but somehow, I remained reticent.  “How about we go inside for a cocktail Son.”  The emphasis on the “cock” part of the word “cocktail” was not lost on me.  Dad was bating me; giving me permission.  My heart raced, and I reached for his full soft ass and began tracing his crack with my trembling fingers.  “Hmm Son, I thought you were perving out over my ass.  Let’s go inside and take care of that.”  He rose up and out of the pool as I watched him walk into his bedroom. There was no longer any pretence of a cocktail.  I stumbled up and out of the pool and in a moment, there we were, naked together in his bedroom.  Dad crawled up onto his bed on all-fours and stuck his ass up and out.  “It’s  all yours Son.”  I gulped.  The sight of that magnificent ass and his generous ball sac.  I surrendered to my pent-up lust.  My lips, mouth and tongue made contact with his butt cheeks.  His flesh was warm, pliable and responsive to my tongue.  My tongue found and traced his asscrack.  It tasted of chlorine, sweat, and musk.  He moaned as my hands separated his butt cheeks.  His pink pucker nearly winked at me.  I had never felt such desire before as my tongue began to circle his tight hole.  “Mmm…that feels so good Son. You ever fuck a man.”, “No sir, never.”  He motioned to the bedside nightstand, probably best to lube my hole up a bit Son.  I worked the cool gel into and up his asshole with one than two fingers.  He was beginning to moan and sway his hips a bit.  “Been a long time since your Dad was fucked, Son.”  I looked at the mirror above his bed.  There he was naked on all fours, his ass writhing in response to my fingers.  My lean torso towered over him and we made eye contact in the mirror.  “Fuck me Son, fill me with your young cock.”  I was nervous, reflecting on the near aborted and unsatisfying sexual intercourse I had had on one prior occasion with a girl.  And yet, my cock, had a mind of its own, and pursued his lubricated pink hole.  My cock head begin to trace and circle his asshole.  He backed into my head and I pressed forward.  His asshole opened and I pursued the soft, warm, wet, tightness that engulfed first my head and then my shaft.  Dad moaned a sound of pain and pleasure as our eyes met again in the mirror.  “That’s it Son, take your Dad’s ass.  It’s yours.”  I pushed my entire length into him and felt his ass squeeze and hold my cock.  It was an incredibly erotic moment.  I was in my Dad’s warm tight ass and he was holding onto my cock.  I begin instinctually moving in and back and around.  “That’s it Son, claim that ass…mark it has yours.”  My confidence grew.  My hands found his hips as I leaned forward to kiss his back.  We were moving as one.  My thrusts more deep and faster were met by his asshole squeezing, pulling and responding in turn.  I reached around and found his stout thick cock which was oozing pre-cum.  “That’s it Son, jerk your Dad’s cock while you fuck his ass.”  I watched us in the mirror.  I was thrusting and jerking as Dad swallowed my cock into his magnificent ass.  We were both breathing heavy. I could feel my cum churning up out of my balls.  “I am going to cum Dad…”. It was a wail.  “Fuck me Son, fill me with your hot young sperm.”  As my cum ejaculated into him, he pushed back onto me, hungry for every drop of my semen.  My hand were stroking him faster and his cock erupted cum just as mine was finishing.  Still hard and in him, I continued to jerk my Dad’s cock as he shot his load over the bed. Spent, we both collapsed onto the bed.  I pulled out of him and we laid side by side in his cum.  He reached for me and we kissed our first kiss.  The taste of his ass and chlorine on our lips and mouth was incredibly erotic.  He whispered, “My ass sure does taste good “ as he playfully tousled my hair.  We kissed again, long and deep as my hands reached for and felt the wetness of my cum dripping out of his asshole. Dad smiled.  With a confidence and clarity I had never known, I rolled him on his stomach, as my mouth. lips and tongue pursued his wet asshole.  He moaned as I began eating my sperm out of his just fucked hole.  He pulled me up, “Dad needs to taste that too”.  Our lips and mouth now awash in the taste of his just fucked ass and my cum, were relentless.  The intimacy, the warmth, the passion, the unusual familiarity borne of a shared lust, comforted us both as we slowly worked our way back to a mutual arousal that we both knew we would enjoy for the rest of that afternoon and well into the week.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I would have never made it through the semester and passed my  World History course without the “helping hand” and guidance that my Professor provided me throughout the semester during his office hours. In addition to all the personal assistance he provided me, I was also aware of my intense attraction to him. Professor Tom had the perfect Dad body and a thoughtful, mature demeanour  that I just could not resist. Over the course of our semester,  our conversations became more personal. I learned that he was recently widowed. His two grown daughters lived far away and I sensed his loneliness. I told him that I was gay and that both my parents disapproved.  I remember we made prolonged eye contact when I came out to him.  He reassured me that it was natural to be attracted to guys and despite my parent’s disapproval that I should pursue my desires. There was a long silence; my  unspoken desire was to be  both his Son and lover. Somehow during that pause, I imagined that Professor Tom already knew of my secret fantasies. The semester progressed and our friendship and intimacy grew.  It became more than just wanting to unzip his trousers and worship his cock; though that remained a constant desire.  There was a genuine affection borne of mutual interest, good humor and a sense of comfort with one another.

  At the end of the semester, I visited his office at the end of the day to thank him for all the personal assistance he had offered me. Making prolonged eye contact, I told him that I wished that I could offer him a “helping hand” as he faced life as a newly single man.  I also told him that I had thought long and hard (literally) about the advise he had offered me about the “importance of pursuing my desires”.  I tentatively reached out to him and kissed him on the lips.  He returned the kiss and in  a moment we were passionately kissing in his office.  The feel of his full grey beard and moustache against my smooth lips was incredibly erotic and motivated me to continue to pursue my desires.  Professor Tom did not resist as I unbuttoned and pulled his shirt down over his shoulders and unzipped his fly, and pulled down his trousers and boxers in one expert move, which surprised us both.  He hesitated for a moment, and told me that he had never been with a man before.  I smiled in turn, and told him that it would be the first time for both of us then.   That disclosure increased his confidence and  receptivity.  In a moment, he had me out of my clothes and was admiring my lean, smooth fit body.  I whispered in his ear, that his full, manly, hairy body was an amazing “turn-on” as I knelt before him and began to slowly lick and taste his growing cock and full hairy balls.  He was moaning with pleasure, stroking my head, and encouraging me to enjoy his thick cock.

 On my knees, fully hard, with his cock now in my mouth, I knew that I was finally living my destiny.   All at once, Professor Tom  lifted me up and we stood naked and aroused, face to face.  I imagined how we looked together, like father and son, both so horny for one another.  We kissed again, this time at his initiation.  It was long and passionate and I felt his hands cup my small firm butt.  I followed in suit and had never been more excited in my life when I found myself holding and fondling his soft, full, hairy butt.  As we massaged each others asses, our lips and tongues passionately engaged and our cocks pressing against one another, I knew that I we would both lose our virginity that day to one another as we consummated and enjoyed our shared intergenerational homosexual  lust.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  You just never forget that day in the locker room when you realise who you are and what you have always wanted.  I was 23, handsome, athletic and academically successful.  I was the kind of guy that every Mom wanted their daughters to date.  And yet, I always held back.  I always had this sense that somehow something was different about me.  I had just finished an intense work-out and it was like, he appeared out of no-where.  He was old enough to be my Dad and then some, and somehow that added to his appeal.  I saw him walking towards the showers, naked, his back and ass exposed, and I felt a stirring in my loins that was incredibly natural and real.  My eyes focused on his wide, white soft round buttocks, and my cock was hardening.  As he walked away from me, I saw the outline of his balls, his love handles, and his beautiful white hair.  I was nearly hard and consumed with the idea of “fucking him”…right there, right then.  I wanted to bend him over, bury my mouth, lips and tongue into his virgin male asshole, and fuck him.  The thought was exhilarating.  I needed to do to him what no women had ever and to fill him  with my young sperm.  Once I had this awareness, I knew that I could not deny who I was or what I wanted anymore.  And so in that moment, I gave myself permission to pursue man pussy and Dad cock. Fortunately, I soon learned that there was a large and available group of older mature men who loved younger men and were more than willing to offer their ripe round mature asses and hungry mouths and throats for the fucking that a young Son like me desired. And in the process, I claimed my confidence as a desirable sexual partner able to satisfy my Dad’s unmet sexual needs.  Dad became my cum slut as I became his insatiable young stud, and both of us were the better as a result.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  Every horny curious Dad has their own way of signaling the young men, whom they suspect are hungry for a taste of their cock.  In in those encounters, both take a calculated risk to satisfy their lust.  I was spending the weekend out in the woods with my college roommate and his father.  My roommate knew that I was “gay” and most likely mentioned that fact to his Dad.  His father was a “regular kind of guy”; nothing incredibly special about him, except the way in which he stared at me when we found ourselves alone.  And in his prolonged gaze, I detected his  need to empty his balls, most likely for the first time with an eager,  young cocksucker.  And that knowledge, made me incredibly horny.  So when we found ourselves alone, Dad stared at me again and lifted his thick thigh, affording me a view of his waiting crotch.  And I could not resist, and Dad knew.  I approached him in a daze determined to lick, suck, swallow and worship his cock and balls.  And when I was in hearing range, he whispered,  “You are one hungry cock-sucker” as he pushed my face into his crotch.  And I sniffed, licked, sucked and savoured his cock, mindful that he was married and the Dad of my roommate.  And as he shot his sperm deep into my throat and then pulled his cock out of my satisfied mouth, and rubbed his remaining cum  all over my lips and face, I felt a sense of pride and satisfaction that I had never known.  I was Dad’s cock-loving sperm eating Son and he needed me as much as I desired him.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I still get goosebumps when my  older sister’s father-in-law gives me that look whenever he wants to shoot a load of his hot creamy Dad sperm into my warm and moist mouth or deep into my tight always responsive rectum. I still remember when I returned home from college, three years ago, to attend my sister’s wedding and met her  future father-in-law.  He was sitting on a sofa which appeared to small to hold his thick soft girth.  His tight-fitting clothes clung to his belly, chest and bulge.  He was incredibly handsome, balding with a grey mustache.  I knew I was starting and starting to get hard as I imagined sitting on his lap and kissing his lips pressing my lean body into his soft expanse.  Fortually, I sensed his immediate mutual attraction to me as well.  He immediately  made room for me on the couch and I nearly melted into him.  We spent the entire wedding weekend together as “fast friends” of a sort; and yet, both of us were aware of and excited by our strong undeniable mutual attraction.  I learned that  Mr. Sawyer was recently widowed; I told him I was gay and Mr. Sawyer discloved that he was  incredibly curious about gay intercourse.  I loved that he used the term “intercourse” and continued to imagine myself opening both my mouth and asshole to his Dad cock.  Nothing happened that weekend of a sexual nature, except for that “goodbye” hug.  We were both hard, and it felt so natural to press my somehwat smaller erection into Dad’s softness.  The  size of Dad’s  significantly larger hardening cock w.as not lost on either of us.  Dad whispered, “Perhaps, you and I should meet again sometime without the  rest of our family being around.”  I nodded, and held his hand for aa brief moment.  The electricty and warmth between us was undeniable; we were family already, and yet, both of us knew there wass more to cum. We talked almost every night on the phone after that first hug, and got to know one another; as we shared our hopes and dreams it became obvious that we shared more than just a fleeting sexual attraction.  A few short weeks after the wedding, at my invitation, the two of us secretly met for a weekend together. On that fateful weekend, which forever changed the course of my life, Dad traveled to campus and rented a hotel room which became the playground to explore his curiosities with a hot, hungry adult gay Son who would satisfy his every sexual need. Since then, the two of us have been inseparable sharing clandestine weekends together. On the eve of my college graduation, Dad asked me if I  “would consider marrying him”. The honour of marrying him and forever being both his Son and Spouse is all that I have ever dreamed about. The thought of our families y all attending another wedding again sexually excites me beyond compare. I want the world to know and celebrate my love for this man, that I think of as my Dad, who honours me as both his Son and his Wife.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

[fatmaturedaddy90]

Gay Boi’s Secrets:  Most Gay Sons are “crack addicts” who  live for the sight, scent , feel and taste of Dad crack.  And as a result, Gay Sons are constantly on the look-out for Dad cracks.  For it is the sexy valley which divides Dad’s full soft generous cheeks. Often scented with sweat and musk, following that crack leads us to Dad’s tight, musky often hairy asshole; a source of unexplored pleasure and sexual satisfaction for many of the Dads that we pursue.  Dad expects us to worship his cock and balls,  that goes without saying, yet often, Dad is pleasantly surprised when our hunger and need extends to his wide soft ass,  Our lips, tongue and mouth are often the first that have every tasted, licked,  explored  and probed his asscrack, and as he gives in to our insatiable lust, Dad often  allows his asshole to be penetrated for the first time by our warm, wet, probing tongue.  And in that moment, we do for him what none of his wives or girlfriends ever have or will, which serves to deepen our forbidden relationship of unbridled lust.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

[fatmaturedaddy90]

Gay Boi’s Secrets:  My older brother’s best friend Zach was back in town visiting.  He was the “high school” hero of sorts whose life had somehow not turned out exactly as he planned. He played high school football and knocked up a cheerleader and the two married young.  He tried college and flunked out and his career as a sales representative just somehow never took off.  In a word, he was floundering, doing his best to “get by”,  supporting and increasingly unhappy wife who eventually dropped him for a more successful alternative.  He had gained lots of weight and my brother suggested that he head back home to spend some time with “old friends”.  My brother had reached out to me and suggested that I stop by his hotel room and offer some friendship and support.  It seemed like an odd request at first, but then, I remembered my adolescent attraction to his best friend.  Zach was confident, athletic, outgoing and hung.  Yeah, I spied him naked on several occasions, in the high school locker room.  He was everything that I was not.  I was thin, shy, studious and serious.  My intense attraction to men was a source of discomfort and shame back then, but it did not deter me from “jerking off” thinking about Zach and several of his team mates 24/7.  I had since gone to college and was doing well in my career.  I was 7 years Zach’s junior, and yet in my mind’s eye, I was still a “horny boy” and he was the “hot football player  with a thick cock”.  I had since come-out, added some lean muscle to my skinny frame, and had had a boyfriend or two. My brother had mentioned that Zach was “down and out”, had put on about 45pounds since the divorce, and needed some “cheering up”.    Admittedly, the notion of an even stockier, fuller and softer Zach, aroused me.  I texted Zach, reminded him that I was his best friend’s younger brother, and suggested we connect.  To my delight, he immediately responded, and suggested that he was free and that I should stop by his hotel room in an hour or two.  I shaved, showered and douched, part of my morning routine of sorts except the douching which was reserved for those nights when I was hoping to “get laid”.  I was hard in the shower, thinking back about Zach and all the cheerleaders that he had casually fucked in high school. Damn, I was still so hot over my “adolescent fantasy”. When I got to his hotel room, I was a bit “taken aback”.  He was bigger, softer and fuller than I had imagined.  His fur had grown in nicely which further matured him and he was a sporting a goatee.  He was also only wearing a pair of boxer briefs which showcased his big balls and thick cock to great advantage.  He grabbed me in a bear hug at the door, which was unexpected and yet ever so welcome.  “Hey Sport, sorry I am running a bit late.  Got caught up in a few phone calls and have not even showered yet”.  My dick starting growing, the sight of him in his underwear and the smell of him  aroused me.  I felt my asshole involuntary dilate and thought about my just douched and horny ass.  “You look great Zach!”.  The words were out of my mouth, uncensored as he sat down in the chair.  I sat next to him, taking notice that he made no attempt to head to the showers or to cover up with a robe. He spread his legs open in that natural way that “confident jocks” have.  “Appreciate your kindness kiddo.  It’s been a rough spell for me as of late.  When your wife runs off with another man, you don’t exactly feel on top of the world about your looks”.  We made prolonged eye contact.  My mouth was dry.  I was aware of his full pouch and that he was nearly naked sitting less than two feet away.  “Well she was stupid Zach.  You look hotter now than you did in high school”.  I was flirting and had just inadvertently disclosed to him that I thought he was “hot” then and “even hotter” now.  I expected him to recoil, to get up and perhaps head for the shower or to simply ignore my comment.  I did not expect him to move his hand to his pouch and to grasp his cock. “I sure could use a hand Timmy.  Its been a tough time for me”.  Few people called me “Timmy” anymore.  Part of me felt like that awkward adolescent again, and yet another part of me, heard the endearment in the name and the invitation.  It felt like a risk, I knelt before him and my mouth begin moving to his hand which was still on his cock. He removed his hand, providing my mouth access to his growing pouch.  My mouth and lips begin licking his cock and balls through his boxer briefs which were soon wet.  My nose was overwhelmed by the smell of dank musk and raw masculinity.  Zach was moaning.  His hands were on the back of my head and rubbing my shoulders.  “You have been working out Timmy.”  I liked that he had noticed and raised by head from his wet briefs for a moment and took off my shirt.  “Damn, you sure don’t look like a sissy anymore”.  I was at first offended by the slur, yet as he stood and slipped off his boxer briefs and I saw the enormity of his wet and dripping cock and, his full hairy balls , I knew that I still was a “sissy”, a “sissy” with a hungry mouth and a tight recently douched asshole.  I followed him in turn, and slipped out of my jeans.  I was wearing a red thong.  He looked at me approvingly, “Damn sissy boy.”  In that moment and for the next few hours, I was Zach’s “sissy” and he was the “man” that I needed.  We comfortably explored and enjoyed each other’s bodies.  He focused most of his attention on my smooth chest and nipples and my tight pink hole.  His goatee was rough and sensual as he pleasured them.  I liked hearing him refer to my chest as “tits” and my asshole as “a pussy”.  I, in turn, focused much of my attention on his thick wet cock and his full balls.  I was aware of the “heterosexual” scripting of our shared arousal and knew that he needed me to be his “adoring and aroused wife”. I wanted to lick, taste, and rim his big full ass and wanted him to take my erect cock into his warm mouth, yet instinctively knew, that this might wound his sense of masculinity and he could easily recoil.  Instead,  I whispered into his ear that I needed him to fuck me; to fuck me like I had never been fucked.  He responded in kind, that he was going to “fuck me and use me only the way a real man can”.  And he did with an energy and fevour that we both so desperately needed.  As his second load of cum was dripping out of my stretched and satiated asshole, I was aware that my brother had insured that his best friend and his younger brother had gotten exactly what they both needed from Zach’s homecoming visit.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.

[fatmaturedaddy90]

Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I guess that I should not have been surprised when I came back into the room, and he was sitting there with his dress shirt and trousers open.  “Son,  Dad knows what you desire. “  I was simultaneously stunned and incredibly aroused as my eyes wandered over his soft hairy belly and succulent nipples and settled on the tight expanse of his white briefs which revealed his growing arousal.  “You and I have more in common that you realize, Son.  Hell, you even look a  lot like me when I was your age.”  He smiled, our eyes locked, as he pulled his dress trousers further down.  I could see the outline of his big full balls which I imagined were filled with the cum that I so wanted to swallow.  I flashed back to our first meeting in which  I too noticed our resemblance.  Mr.  Carson was an “older and bigger version” of myself.  He was 30 years my Senior, a big soft full thick man with an undeniable masculine aura that instinctively made my asshole dilate.  At 26, I was a smaller version of him, a bit on the “chubby” side and well on my way to having a “Dad bod”.  I liked the growing softness of my own body and had always been aware of my attraction to older bigger men.  We had been assigned to work together on generating new business and across multiple business trips established a comfortable and natural rapport based on our shared love of sports, our taste for beer, and our competitive business natures.  I knew that Mr. Carson had been divorced for years and had three adult sons.  His office was devoid of any photos of female companions and I found myself fantasising often and regularly as I masturbated about him.  As we traveled more, I had more opportunity to get to know him.  My eyes memorised the contours of his round full thick ass and belly and his broad expansive chest, back and shoulders.  I loved his scent, especially after a day of working together; my nose longed to inhale the wet stains under his arms, and imagined that same wetness, and a different manly scent between his moist asscrack.  His voice continued,  “I have always wanted a Son that looked at me, the way you look at me  Sammy”.  I immediately felt self-conscious and yet,  he used that name of affection reserved for my parents and grandparents.  “You and I are good together Son.  I think about you all the time”.   His big hand moved to his now erect cock under that thin white fabric.  “ Some boys like cock and ass, it’s completely natural and okay.  In fact, it excites me too”.  It was an admission of his sexual interest, which I had often dreamed and fantasised about when I masturbated.  I heard my voice as I stepped towards him.  My own growing arousal evident through my dress trousers.  “ I think about you all the time Dad. You are all I have ever wanted.”  He reached for me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as his big hands began to feel what had always been his for the taking.  In a moment, I was out of my shirt and trousers as was he.  “Feels good Son, when we are both wearing just our white briefs…both of us horny, and hungry.” Our lips connected and my tongue was enveloped in the warmth of my Dad’s mouth.  We were Father and Son pursuing that forbidden and irresistible passion.  I loved the feel of his bristle on my lips and face, and knew that that same bristle would soon find and claim my tight pink needing hole.  Dad read my mind,  “I need to taste you Son”,  His hand confidently pulled down my briefs as his tongue began to bath my cock.  “I love the taste of cock”. I was moaning, my eyes closed as my hands found his much bigger and thicker Dad cock.  “All for you baby Son…”  Again, he knew of my desperate need, pulled off his briefs and smothered my face with them.  The smell of his musk, his cock, his sweat, and his piss overwhelmed me.  “You like that scent don’t you Son?”  Again I was moaning, so turned on by the feel, warmth and scent of Dad’s used briefs which were now “marking” my face as his.  My hands instinctively reached for his full soft hairy ass.  He laughed,  “ I think you need to sniff and taste my ass first”. I was nodding and moaning.  He pushed my receptive face into his long moist ass crack.  My face was enveloped by his sweaty soft full butt cheeks as my lips and tongue tasted and traced his asscrack in pursuit of his musky male hole.  “Not just yet Son,”  He pulled me around and positioned us so that we were in the 69 position.  His cock was already wet, so thick and so hard.  I was self-conscious about my smaller length and girth until I heard him whisper, “My Son has the perfect cock, smalerl and sexy the way it should be”.  Our mouths simultaneously opened, his once again to my smaller younger cock as my mouth stretched open wide, wet and hungry to his thicker and longer Dad cock.  We were both slurping, sucking, licking and tasting.  The head of his cock tasted of musk, and sweat.  In my mind his cock was “the cock that had made me” and, in that moment I was so proud to be his cock-sucking faggot Son.  And yet, I was also aware that my Dad was sucking the cock that he had made for his own pleasure; the circle of lust was complete and so natural.  My mouth was wet with my own warm saliva and his warm pungent pre-cum.  I knew that  my cock was leaking into his mouth.  Totally in control, Dad eased off my cock and pulled me to his lips.  We kissed again our mouths now flavoured by the taste of cock and precum.  The kiss seemed to last an eternity as our mouths, lips and tongues hungrily explored one another.  He whispered into my ear, “I have always needed to fuck your ass Son.”  I blushed and smiled as his thick finger begin to circle my pink hole, fearful that I might explode prematurely.  Again, he whispered,  “All those years of fucking your Mom, and, all I ever thought about was your ass Son….”.   I whispered back, “And all those years while you fucked her, I wanted to replace her in your bed”.  We both laughed.  His finger moved deeper into my asshole.  “ Son, looks like we have to make up for lots of lost time then”.   I nodded my consent, mindful that my ass was the only pussy that Dad had ever wanted and his cock would be the only cock that I needed.  And so, in that natural way that lovers are intended.  Dad fucked me with an urgency, passion and need that matched my own, and when he flooded me with his cum as my rectum tightened around his thick cock, I was finally home. His cock buried in my ass, our lips locked in love, and my hands filled with the thick soft ass that I would soon be able to rim.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It’s meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn’t depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the men in the picture.