Dreams Of A Gay Dad

There’s a story here…

The gateway to life. It’s a soft morning breeze on my naked body, the laze of my balls against the fur of my crotch, my c**k swaying as I wander. Inhale. Peace.

Fresh outta the saddle. Sweaty, odor of leather. Skank.

It is past time for this to be as normal as breath. We proudly wear the uniforms of service and have love waiting for us at home or in other ranks.

Gotta say, love doin’ this.

BALLS

Those low Hanks flapping against the flaccid c**k. Erotic.

H O T!!

BULL ba**s!!! Damn.

The desire a hairy ass raises in me in inexplicable. I want to bury my face there, taste him, feel the hairy texture of his body on my lips, be in and with him.

Nice furry crack. Mmmmmm…..

Those ba**s, that thick c**k.