Sheriff

His mind was racing with all the things that could possibly happen if anyone ever found out about this. So many awful scenarios were rolling around in his head, he didn’t even notice that for the first time in a long time, Ryan felt rejuvenated and well rested. He didn’t look in the mirror yet, but his skin had a glowing and radiant complexion. His blue eyes were sparkling with a fiery brilliance. Ryan looked at least five years younger. While his mind was overflowing with negative thoughts, his physical body looked better than it had in years, and it was all thanks to the boy in front of him, though Ryan was far too scared to admit it.

Ryan hoped Kyle had a ridiculous reason why he was sleeping in his bed. When he confirmed Ryan’s worst nightmare, the older man’s anxiety made him believe he was going to have a stroke. He had never felt so anxious and fearful in his entire life. However, he felt a sudden wave of calm washing over him when Kyle spoke those soothing words. Ryan had known the boy for years; he never heard Kyle talk like this before. He sounded mature and all grown up. It’s as if he went from a boy to a man all in one night. It left Ryan very confused. He was still coming to grips with what he’d done, but he couldn't deny the fact that Kyle had a calming influence on him. Placing his hand gently on the young man’s chest, Ryan kept Kyle at a distance, but he doesn’t doing a very good job at it.

“ Kyle. I’m forty-eight, almost fifty years old. You’re barely eighteen. This……this isn’t right. This shouldn't have happened. We…..can’t do this.” Ryan tried to come up with every reason why they shouldn't be doing this, but his voice was not very convincing. Not in the slightest.

"C'mere, let me show you something ..." he said softly, pulling the other towards the bathroom and then positioning Ryan in front of the mirror, "Look at that beauty right there-" he smiled, moving behind Ryan so they were both in the mirror now, "You're glowing, Daddy," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek from over his shoulder, "You've never looked prettier," he hummed, now continuing to press kisses to the other, trailing them to his neck.

"Even your body knows you were meant for me ... meant for my cock," he smiled, softly biting the skin between Ryan's neck and shoulder and now slyly slipping his hard cock between the cheeks of the other's bubble butt, "Let me make you into a pretty wife, Daddy," he murmured, "What you were always meant to be ..." his hands had reached around and started to softly caress Ryan's chest, fondling them, "Stop worrying so much- don't fight it ..." he encouraged, now letting one hand slowly travel down and also starting to gently rock his hips, sliding his cock between the older man's globes, "... Remember who you belong to," he moaned softly right into Ryan's ear as his hand reached the other's cunt and shamelessly began to work at it, "Who do you belong to?" he asked before growling softly, "Who does this pussy belong to?"

Ryan hated looking in the mirror. He didn't recognize who or what was looking back at him. He was old, greying and just down right hideous to look at. At least that's what he thought of himself. However, for the first time in a long time, today was different. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something different about the way Ryan looked in the mirror. It was in his eyes. For the first time in god knows how long, Ryan saw life in those eyes, and his skin was glowing. He looked younger than he did when he went to bed, and he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Ryan was incredibly hard on himself. He couldn't remember the last time he ever heard someone say something nice about him. Hearing such nice words come out of Kyle's mouth made Ryan tear up. All he ever wanted was to feel desired, wanted, needed and loved. It took him fifty years, but he finally found it. He was too scared to admit it, but deep down, he knew he finally found love in the most unlikely person, and he was terrified. He tried to love his wife and step son, but all they did was break his heart and crush his spirit. Would Kyle do the same? Ryan was so confused and scared, but the eighteen year old's soft touch and gentle kisses did wonders for his confidence. He had such a strong yet gentle touch, and his kisses set Ryan's skin a blaze. Soft and slightly effeminate moans escaped Ryan's lips, and they became stronger when those young fingers began to explore his recently explored vagina.

" Yours." He said matter of factly. In that moment, something snapped in Ryan. He didn't have to second guess, and he wasn't scared. In seconds, Ryan lifted his leg onto the bathroom counter. His bubble butt on full display. Looking over his shoulder, he spoke to Kyle in a soft and sensuous voice.

" Put it in my ass."

He could not believe that he lived this long without experiencing a connection like this. Only until now did Ryan realize that he had lived an isolated and lonely life. Beautiful moans escaped his mouth as he held onto the young man who vigorously claimed him. For the first time in his life, Ryan was fully present; he felt valued, wanted, needed, appreciated and loved. The euphoria he experienced was mind altering and life changing; so much so, the older of the two started to cry.

Ryan wasn't hiding. He wasn't trying to be something he wasn't. Kyle was the first person to actually see Ryan for who he was, who he really was, which gave Ryan the courage he needed to open himself up completely. With those incredible thrusts and powerful kisses, the old man hung on to the barely legal eighteen year old for dear life as the boy continued to plow like a wild animal. Ryan had no idea what was about to come next.

That's when he felt it. Suddenly, the boy on top of him had unleashed his essence. Ryan's eyes flew wide open as he felt that powerful gushing sensation. He was being filled up to the very brim; so much so, the old man could feel the eighteen year old's seed filling his very womb. Never in Ryan's life had he ever felt a sensation like this. He felt so warm inside. He felt like he was glowing, because he was glowing, and he looked absolutely radiant. Ryan had never felt beautiful before, until now, and it was so overwhelming, he started to cry.

Overcome by the joyous feeling of being bred, Ryan held onto Kyle as he let out a powerful moan. He thought he was going to explode, and that's exactly what he did. For the first time in Ryan's life, he experienced an orgasm. A powerful stream flew out of him as he began to wet the sheets beneath him with his liquid euphoria, all while his leg began to tremble.

The man and the eighteen year old had both achieved mutual orgasm, a rare feat for even the most seasoned of couples. It was beautiful. It was so beautiful, Ryan didn't hear the cracking of his bed frame. The entire frame snapped, bringing the bed closer to the floor, and Ryan couldn't be bothered. All that mattered was the man who made him feel alive—the man who made him feel loved. Ryan was so grateful, he pulled Kyle in to give him the most sensuous and beautiful of kisses.

Ryan was so overwhelmed by all these emotions, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. It didn’t take long for the older man to pass out. What he experienced was so powerful, he dreamted about it in his sleep. He woke up several hours later. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He thought he had the most lucid sex dream. The most incredible dream of his life. That’s when he realized his bed was on an angle. That’s when he noticed he wasn’t alone in his bed. That’s when it hit him—it wasn’t a dream, what happened last night was real, and he couldn’t believe what he did. He was overcome by powerful emotions, but the strongest one was shame.

“ Kyle……Kyle, get up.” Ryan said as he tried to wake the handsome young man. Anxiety took him over as he began to pace in his messy, sex stained bedroom. “ Wha…….what happened last night? Why are you in my bed?” He asked nervously. Ryan knew the answer to that, but he needed to hear that he’s imagining things, even though deep down, he knew the truth—he was just too scared to admit it.

Kyle had no idea they had gotten at it so powerfully that the other's once barren martial bed had actually crashed down into the ground. He was far too lost in Ryan's eyes, and his smell, and his taste and his pussy. They kissed and it felt like warm sunshine on his heart. He didn't know how long they kissed for or when they fell asleep but Kyle found himself descending into the most peaceful rest he'd had in years. In his sleep he held the other close, never letting the man more than double his age leave his side.

"Hmm?" he hummed, stirred from his sleep at the sound of his name, "Jesus Christ," he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut and running a hand through his hair as the dull but throbbing pain of his hangover greeted him. He instinctively reached out for the man that had been at his side all night and frowned when he didn't find him in the bed, finally opening his eyes to see the other pacing the room. He blinked at the other blankly, "Daddy ... we both know what happened last night," he said, his handsome lips curling into a little smile, unable to not find the other incredibly adorable in the moment. Ryan was still mussed from sex and sleep, the hair that was usually manicured along with his sheriff's uniform was ruffled and his tight, perfect naked body was on full display - he was more beautiful than Kyle's drunken dreams remembered.

"C'mere, calm down-" he said with a small yawn, letting himself out of the bed, only then realizing that it was on the ground and the frame had collapsed, "I'll fix that later," he said more to himself than Ryan and before the other could argue or fight he wrapped his arms around him, "Look at me," he instructed, his voice low but firm- an alpha commanding his submissive, "Last night you gave me the greatest birthday present ever," he smiled gently, "I know we were drunk and shit but I meant everything I said-" though some of it was a blur, he remembered the sentiments and emotions, "-I love you," he hummed, holding the other's gaze for a few long moments before leaning in and kissing him. It was a storybook kiss- the kind that hundreds of love songs deigned to capture in their lyrics- it was soft but passionate and it spoke thousands of words and emotions as he held the older man tenderly but securely, clearly showing that he felt no shame or regret and he felt the same about the other now as he had the night before.

He slowly broke the kiss, pressing one to the shorter man's forehead now, "I know it's gonna be complicated, I'm not dumb," he hummed, "But ... I don't care- I don't give a fuck what it takes to be with you, I'll do it," he said with a smile, holding Ryan's face now, "And I'm never letting another day go by without you knowing how much I love you," the teenager said, "And no matter what, I'm gonna kiss, hold and fuck you every single chance I get and probably when I shouldn't because I just can't help myself," he chuckled a little, stealing a small kiss, "Now ... how 'bout we go hit the shower and you help me take care of this morning wood, Daddy ..."

His mind was racing with all the things that could possibly happen if anyone ever found out about this. So many awful scenarios were rolling around in his head, he didn’t even notice that for the first time in a long time, Ryan felt rejuvenated and well rested. He didn’t look in the mirror yet, but his skin had a glowing and radiant complexion. His blue eyes were sparkling with a fiery brilliance. Ryan looked at least five years younger. While his mind was overflowing with negative thoughts, his physical body looked better than it had in years, and it was all thanks to the boy in front of him, though Ryan was far too scared to admit it.

Ryan hoped Kyle had a ridiculous reason why he was sleeping in his bed. When he confirmed Ryan’s worst nightmare, the older man’s anxiety made him believe he was going to have a stroke. He had never felt so anxious and fearful in his entire life. However, he felt a sudden wave of calm washing over him when Kyle spoke those soothing words. Ryan had known the boy for years; he never heard Kyle talk like this before. He sounded mature and all grown up. It’s as if he went from a boy to a man all in one night. It left Ryan very confused. He was still coming to grips with what he’d done, but he couldn't deny the fact that Kyle had a calming influence on him. Placing his hand gently on the young man’s chest, Ryan kept Kyle at a distance, but he doesn’t doing a very good job at it.

“ Kyle. I’m forty-eight, almost fifty years old. You’re barely eighteen. This……this isn’t right. This shouldn't have happened. We…..can’t do this.” Ryan tried to come up with every reason why they shouldn't be doing this, but his voice was not very convincing. Not in the slightest.

Kyle was the town menace. He had been causing problems for years. He had been treated like a criminal his whole life—the one person who ever treated him like a human being was Ryan. He could always see what was hiding behind that hardened exterior. He was just a man, a young man, who had been deprived of love. The older of the two knew exactly how that felt.

As their foreheads touched, Ryan looked deep into those piercing blue eyes. He didn’t see a hoodlum or a criminal. He saw a boy, a young man, who was lost and alone. He could see the man who was desperate for love, and all Ryan wanted to do was give it to him, and he did, with his soft, gentle and affectionate kisses.

That’s when he felt it. The two were slowly becoming one. Ryan’s once baron and abandoned wasteland had been claim by a foreign entity. This girthy and elongated shaft had spread the old man’s vaginal walls wide open in one powerful thrust. Ryan could literally feel the young man’s testicles pressed up against him. The two had become one, and Ryan could not describe the joy that was overflowing inside of him.

Now that they had join bodies, Ryan was suddenly overcome with a pleasure he has never experienced in almost fifty years. He had finally witnessed and experienced masculinity in all it’s glory. His pussy was so being plowed into, and his vaginal walls wrap themselves around Kyle’s manhood, giving it a powerful squeeze. He could literally feel the boy’s pulse. “ Oh god,” Ryan said as he clung onto the young man for dear life. “ OH MY GOD!!!” he had never experienced anything like this. That feeling was intensified by a powerful onslaught of kisses.

Those kisses were powerful, but Kyle’s words and declarations were even more powerful. Overpowered by this brute force and liquor fueled kisses, Ryan held onto Kyle, allowing the boy to do what he needed to do. He was loving every minute of it. Taking Kyle’s face, Ryan brought their foreheads back together. “ You.” Ryan replied when he was asked a question. “ I belong to you, Baby Boy.” he said with assertiveness, like he was proud of being claimed.

“ Holy fuck,” he said softly. As his pussy continued to be devoured, Ryan felt his vagina starting to squirt and wet the bed beneath him. “ Oh my god. Kyle.…..Kyle….Holy fuck.” Ryan had never felt anything like this before. He was about to experience his first orgasm.

While he thought about that, Kyle couldn't help but thinking about knocking Ryan up- of making him a wife and having a family with him- while that was something he had never, ever thought of before ... think about it with Ryan ... gave him a warm, comforting feeling. Thinking about it also made him start breeding the other even faster and harder, making the man's marital bed creak and shake as he seemed to be trying to fuck the other's lights out.

"Love your pussy so much, Daddy ... love you so much ..." he breathed, moving back to kissing the other hungrily as he brought them both closer to their orgasms, "You're gonna make such a pretty fuckin' wife," he grumbled drunkenly as his massive balls slapped against the other with every powerful thrust. None of what they were doing and saying would make sense to anybody but the two of them, and that was what made it so special, it was all just about them - two men who had been left alone and forgotten all their lives finally finding someone and something just for themselves.

"Daddy ... I'm gonna ... fuck- fuck- FUCK—" the barely legal male moaned deliciously as he became overwhelmed by an orgasm like nothing he'd experienced before. Between their drunken state and how hot they'd both gotten off everything, along with Ryan's tightness paired with his magnificent size, it was no surprise that the two hadn't lasted very long. But the quality of the orgasm was still unbelievable and Kyle saw pure white bliss as he began to unload stream after stream of thick seed inside the town sheriff's cunt.

He could not believe that he lived this long without experiencing a connection like this. Only until now did Ryan realize that he had lived an isolated and lonely life. Beautiful moans escaped his mouth as he held onto the young man who vigorously claimed him. For the first time in his life, Ryan was fully present; he felt valued, wanted, needed, appreciated and loved. The euphoria he experienced was mind altering and life changing; so much so, the older of the two started to cry.

Ryan wasn't hiding. He wasn't trying to be something he wasn't. Kyle was the first person to actually see Ryan for who he was, who he really was, which gave Ryan the courage he needed to open himself up completely. With those incredible thrusts and powerful kisses, the old man hung on to the barely legal eighteen year old for dear life as the boy continued to plow like a wild animal. Ryan had no idea what was about to come next.

That's when he felt it. Suddenly, the boy on top of him had unleashed his essence. Ryan's eyes flew wide open as he felt that powerful gushing sensation. He was being filled up to the very brim; so much so, the old man could feel the eighteen year old's seed filling his very womb. Never in Ryan's life had he ever felt a sensation like this. He felt so warm inside. He felt like he was glowing, because he was glowing, and he looked absolutely radiant. Ryan had never felt beautiful before, until now, and it was so overwhelming, he started to cry.

Overcome by the joyous feeling of being bred, Ryan held onto Kyle as he let out a powerful moan. He thought he was going to explode, and that's exactly what he did. For the first time in Ryan's life, he experienced an orgasm. A powerful stream flew out of him as he began to wet the sheets beneath him with his liquid euphoria, all while his leg began to tremble.

The man and the eighteen year old had both achieved mutual orgasm, a rare feat for even the most seasoned of couples. It was beautiful. It was so beautiful, Ryan didn't hear the cracking of his bed frame. The entire frame snapped, bringing the bed closer to the floor, and Ryan couldn't be bothered. All that mattered was the man who made him feel alive—the man who made him feel loved. Ryan was so grateful, he pulled Kyle in to give him the most sensuous and beautiful of kisses.

Ryan was so overwhelmed by all these emotions, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. It didn’t take long for the older man to pass out. What he experienced was so powerful, he dreamted about it in his sleep. He woke up several hours later. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He thought he had the most lucid sex dream. The most incredible dream of his life. That’s when he realized his bed was on an angle. That’s when he noticed he wasn’t alone in his bed. That’s when it hit him—it wasn’t a dream, what happened last night was real, and he couldn’t believe what he did. He was overcome by powerful emotions, but the strongest one was shame.

“ Kyle……Kyle, get up.” Ryan said as he tried to wake the handsome young man. Anxiety took him over as he began to pace in his messy, sex stained bedroom. “ Wha…….what happened last night? Why are you in my bed?” He asked nervously. Ryan knew the answer to that, but he needed to hear that he’s imagining things, even though deep down, he knew the truth—he was just too scared to admit it.

Still, what stood in front of him was the most incredible penis Ryan had ever seen. It had a nice length, incredible girth, a perfect mushroom shaped head, an intoxicating smell and equally mesmerizing pair of low hanging testicles, and all of it belonged to an eighteen year old. Ryan had no words; he didn't need them. His eyes alone told the story. Ryan.....was in love.

After a few loving and sensuous kisses to the tip, Ryan took in Kyle in all his glory. Ryan was a virgin, but it's almost as if his body instinctively told him what to do. Beautiful low moans escaped his lips as Ryan suckled on that piece of meat. He didn't know it, but he looked like a beautiful porn star. He handled the boy's meat with such tender love and care.

Up and down, up and down. Slowly and sensuously, Ryan took in what the young man had to offer. No teeth and no gagging, just a nice warm place for Kyle's manhood to call home. He succumbed to Kyle's gentle thrust, following the boy's lead. Letting go the beast, a large popping sound filled the air. Ryan licked and kissed the entire shaft before he turned his attention towards those delicious balls that were coated in sweat. Ryan licked, kissed, played with and suckled on both beautifully, but it looked like the eighteen year old had other plans.

Kyle was eighteen years old, but he had the strength of an alpha. Finding themselves back on the bed, Ryan naturally submitted to the boy's primal needs. The kisses they shared were unforgettable. In that moment, they were so in-tuned with each other, they didn't have to verbally communicate, their bodies did all the talking. Kyle was so powerful and so strong, Ryan naturally gave into his submissive instincts. For the first time in nearly five decades, he felt he was finally free to be himself, and he couldn't be happier.

Ryan could feel his submissive opening naturally aligning with Kyle's manhood. His body instinctively knew what to do, but in his mind, he was scared. He was forty eight, Kyle was eighteen. He had been a surrogate father figure to Kyle for years. Ryan had a wife, step son, house and job to think about. He could loose everything if they ever got caught.

Ryan shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong, but then, the older man heard the softest and sweetest of words ever come out of Kyle's mouth. Kyle was a cocky and arrogant young man. He was this small town's bad boy, it was no secret, and yet, in that moment, Ryan could see right through that.

Those words were so gentle and so sweet, he never thought he'd ever hear Kyle like that, especially to him. No one ever admitted to Ryan that they wanted to make love to him, not even his wife of thirty years. He truly believed he was unworthy of love, and that's when their lives became forever changed.

It happened. It finally happened. After years of longing, yearning and waiting, Ryan finally lost his physical innocence. The young man's enormous shaft burrowed its way through foreign territory. This unclaimed land praised and welcomed the hero that had saved it from loneliness.

There was no going back, for either of them. The walls of this uncharted placed wrapped themselves tightly around this great beast of manhood. It was a glorious hug. It was difficult at first, being the canal was so innocent and tight, but it soon molded itself around the young alpha's shaft. The two entities were a natural fit, and the owners of these biological instruments were now bonded together in mind, body and soul. Never in all his life had Ryan ever experienced a connection like this.

Ryan's mouth dropped as powerful moans escaped his aged mouth. He and Kyle were connected. The boy burrowed himself deep inside the man. The older of the two could feel the younger man's balls being pressed against. Both were so raw and so vulnerable in this moment. Holding onto the boy, Ryan felt Kyle's forehead pressed against his.

This moment was soft, intimate and beautiful. In this moment, Kyle wasn't delinquent teenager and Ryan wasn't a middle age drunk. In these moment, titles and age did not matter. Right now, Ryan and Kyle were two lost and lonely souls, one alpha and one omega. Both of them were looking for love, and they found the cure for their loneliness in each other.

Never, in all the time that Ryan has known Kyle, had the man ever heard the boy's voice crack. And never in all that time, had Ryan ever seen the troubled young man get emotional. Holding onto that handsome face, the older man saw past the lies and facade, and he saw what was hidden within. Ryan saw a boy who was lost, alone, lonely and desperately looking for love. He knew that look, he knew it all too well, because he saw it in the mirror every day. He knew that Kyle could also see Ryan for who he was; a miserable, old, pathetic, isolated, lost and lonely middle aged man whose greatest fear was dying alone. He too spent his whole life looking for love.

Overcome by the boy's vulnerability, his beautiful words and tears in his eyes, Ryan looked back at Kyle with equally emotional eyes, giving him an equally powerful display of emotion. " I've been waiting for you my whole life." He said sweetly. One hand caressing Kyle's cheek, the other his hair. " You've been in my heart since we first met. I've always loved you, Baby Boy. I always will." Ryan said as a musical moan escaped his lips, enjoying the throbbing of the boy's shaft deep inside of him. He could literally feel the boy's heartbeat." I'll never stop loving you. All I want is to give you a real father's love. Take it. Take me, Baby Boy. Claim me as yours. I'm ready to be yours."

Kyle immediately began to thrust into Ryan's heat, not caring to start slow or work his way up- the barely legal teenager started jack-hammering his massive cock into the man over twice his age as he totally dominated his mouth and tongue, the taste of alcohol on both their lips mixing and swirling. Ryan was being completely taken over by Kyle - every inch of him both inside and out was now being claimed and Kyle's body was making it clear that he intended to unleash all his years of bottled up sexual tension and longing onto the other tonight.

Kyle had never felt more intimately connected with another human being. His hands roamed Ryan's body as they pleased, fingers running through his hair and tugging on it, squeezing his juicy ass, rubbing his clit- he made sure every part of Ryan's body knew that it belonged to him now. "You're my Daddy and nobody else's," he declared between wet, breathy kisses, "You belong to me and nobody else-" he added, covering the other in kisses and decorating his neck in hickies, marking his territory, "Don't give a fuck about your bitch-ass son or wife-" he said sternly, "From now on, Daddy ... I'm your son and you're my wife."

He punctuated these sentiments by grabbing Ryan's legs, lifting and spreading them so he could fuck the other even deeper and harder than before. "This pussy belongs to ME!" he growled, now thrusting at a relentless, drunken pace like wild man unleashed, "Say it! I wanna hear you scream it- Who does this pussy belong to??"

Kyle was the town menace. He had been causing problems for years. He had been treated like a criminal his whole life—the one person who ever treated him like a human being was Ryan. He could always see what was hiding behind that hardened exterior. He was just a man, a young man, who had been deprived of love. The older of the two knew exactly how that felt.

As their foreheads touched, Ryan looked deep into those piercing blue eyes. He didn’t see a hoodlum or a criminal. He saw a boy, a young man, who was lost and alone. He could see the man who was desperate for love, and all Ryan wanted to do was give it to him, and he did, with his soft, gentle and affectionate kisses.

That’s when he felt it. The two were slowly becoming one. Ryan’s once baron and abandoned wasteland had been claim by a foreign entity. This girthy and elongated shaft had spread the old man’s vaginal walls wide open in one powerful thrust. Ryan could literally feel the young man’s testicles pressed up against him. The two had become one, and Ryan could not describe the joy that was overflowing inside of him.

Now that they had join bodies, Ryan was suddenly overcome with a pleasure he has never experienced in almost fifty years. He had finally witnessed and experienced masculinity in all it’s glory. His pussy was so being plowed into, and his vaginal walls wrap themselves around Kyle’s manhood, giving it a powerful squeeze. He could literally feel the boy’s pulse. “ Oh god,” Ryan said as he clung onto the young man for dear life. “ OH MY GOD!!!” he had never experienced anything like this. That feeling was intensified by a powerful onslaught of kisses.

Those kisses were powerful, but Kyle’s words and declarations were even more powerful. Overpowered by this brute force and liquor fueled kisses, Ryan held onto Kyle, allowing the boy to do what he needed to do. He was loving every minute of it. Taking Kyle’s face, Ryan brought their foreheads back together. “ You.” Ryan replied when he was asked a question. “ I belong to you, Baby Boy.” he said with assertiveness, like he was proud of being claimed.

“ Holy fuck,” he said softly. As his pussy continued to be devoured, Ryan felt his vagina starting to squirt and wet the bed beneath him. “ Oh my god. Kyle.…..Kyle….Holy fuck.” Ryan had never felt anything like this before. He was about to experience his first orgasm.

Gently running his fingers through Kyle's long curly locks, Ryan continued to unleash the most musical of moans. For a long time now, he thought his time had passed; that he was too old and undesirable. He was wrong; not only was he wrong, he apparently had won the affections of the local bad boy.

It was his darkest secret, but Ryan always knew that Kyle was a alpha in the making. The way he moved, the way he carried himself, the way he smelled when he worked up a sweat, the way he pulsated this invisible but irrefutable masculine energy. Ryan always knew who Kyle was going to be, even when he was young, and the older man couldn't help but notice.

The boy had grown into his manhood, and thinking about Kyle always got Ryan's blood going; whenever no one was looking, he would ease his yearnings by exploring his uncharted territory himself, always fantasizing that this powerful alpha in the works would notice and take interest. It was an erotic but unrealistic fantasy. It was Ryan's darkest secret and deepest shame. He had no idea that one day his ultimate fantasy would become a reality.

Despite its age and lack of experience, Ryan possessed the most beautiful vagina. Despite going unclaimed for so long, it remained intact and beautifully groomed. It was unbelievably tight, due to his virginity, but he was recently experiencing issues with fluid production. Living half his life without love and human connection left Ryan withered and dry. It had been laid barren and his fruits dried up a long time ago, but in this moment of indescribable pleasure, Ryan's fluids and juices miraculously began to gush and overflow. So much so, he was starting to wet the bed.

Feeling the young man's powerful mouth pressed against him, Ryan couldn't help but scream. " OH MY GOD YES!!!!" He said in a powerful voice. The eighteen year old was clearly experienced in the ways of vagina, and the forty eight year old was starting to loose his morality from the incredible intimacy of intergenerational passion.

Ryan whimpered a little when the eating came to a halt. He wanted more, he needed more, but he had no idea what was in store for him. Kyle was starting to join him in nudity. Watching the boy take off his clothes, Ryan laid there; his body instinctively reacting to what was happening in front of him. Ryan was giving into his feminine energy, he was succumbing to his need to submit and serve. That's when he saw it. He saw with his own eyes the reason behind Kyle's arrogance and pride.

The boy was huge. Not only was he huge, he had the body of a full grown man and he was barely eighteen. He was the physical embodiment of masculinity in its prime. Ryan had never seen anything so miraculous. It was so big, the older of the two couldn't stop staring at it. That's when it hit him; Kyle's scent. It was primal and unmistakably Kyle. His sweat from his skin, pits, feet, they all unleash powerful pheremones; invisible chemical signals that made Ryan want to submit completely and unapologetically.

With the boy now lying beside the older man again, the two shared another powerful and intimate a kiss, irrefutable proof of their passion for one another. Hearing the young man request, Ryan positioned himself where he was now between Kyle's legs. That enormous dick and undeniable scent both smack dam in front of his face. Ryan had never seen another man's dick before. No porno could ever compare to what was standing erect right in front of him. Taking a firm but gentle grip, the man with a salt and pepper beard slowly began to kiss and suckle that bulbous second head of Kyle's. Then, instinctively, Ryan opened his mouth and slowly took all of Kyle into him. No teeth, no gagging, just nice warm mouth, proof that he was, in fact, a bitch; Kyle's bitch.

The drunk teenager felt his eyes roll closed and his head fall back against the pillow as Ryan started taking him into his mouth, "Oh fuck, Daddy, yeah, fuck, just like that ... keep going," he moaned, his hands needing something to hold and one grabbed a fistful of the older male's hair while the other gripped the sheets of his lover's marital bed. "What the fu- Oh my god, Daddy, yes, fuck-" he gasped as Ryan showed no fear or sign of gagging as he took more and more of Kyle's gigantic cock in his mouth and down his throat.

Kyle had never gotten head like this before. Practically all the girls he'd been with either hated going down on him or straight up refused to. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced - the other's warm, wet mouth was like a perverted preview of what his pussy would probably feel like. Kyle didn't know when he started but he found himself gently thrusting into the other's open mouth, using him like a toy- gentle at first, but when he realized he could push the limits, he did. If only the cops at the station could see their fearless leader now. If only Ryan's wife knew he could suck cock better than any pro. It was an unbelievable amount of pleasure.

Kyle eventually found the strength to stop, however, pulling the other off and then up towards him, kissing him again, tasting his own cock and precum on the other's lips and tongue turning him on even more. "I wanna make love to you, Daddy- my Daddy," he slurred, rolling them over so he was on top of Ryan now, maneuvering the mature law enforcer's legs up and around his waist so he could line their bodies up- never once stopping their kissing. Fuck, he never wanted to stop kissing Ryan.

While their lips and tongues continued to intertwine, Kyle lined his monstrous member up to Ryan's virginal vagina like setting up a battering ram in front of the gates of heaven. He paused their kiss, pressing their foreheads together and looking into the other man's eyes and when he knew the other was ready he began to push in. Kyle let out a deep, alpha moan like nothing he'd ever before- it was rough and it reverberated between their bodies. Ryan's pussy was tight but slick enough to give way and Kyle could feel his cock stretching the other's canals open, his body eager to receive his young lover. It was pleasure like Kyle never thought was possible, ecstasy through the atmosphere, sensuality and intimacy beyond compare.

When the young man was fully inside the older, he stopped to catch his breath, looking down at Ryan beneath him, "You're the most beautiful man in the world to me," he said quietly, "You mean everything to me ..." he added, his voice cracking a little bit and his eyes very obviously starting to water, "I love you more than anything, Daddy ..."

Still, what stood in front of him was the most incredible penis Ryan had ever seen. It had a nice length, incredible girth, a perfect mushroom shaped head, an intoxicating smell and equally mesmerizing pair of low hanging testicles, and all of it belonged to an eighteen year old. Ryan had no words; he didn't need them. His eyes alone told the story. Ryan.....was in love.

After a few loving and sensuous kisses to the tip, Ryan took in Kyle in all his glory. Ryan was a virgin, but it's almost as if his body instinctively told him what to do. Beautiful low moans escaped his lips as Ryan suckled on that piece of meat. He didn't know it, but he looked like a beautiful porn star. He handled the boy's meat with such tender love and care.

Up and down, up and down. Slowly and sensuously, Ryan took in what the young man had to offer. No teeth and no gagging, just a nice warm place for Kyle's manhood to call home. He succumbed to Kyle's gentle thrust, following the boy's lead. Letting go the beast, a large popping sound filled the air. Ryan licked and kissed the entire shaft before he turned his attention towards those delicious balls that were coated in sweat. Ryan licked, kissed, played with and suckled on both beautifully, but it looked like the eighteen year old had other plans.

Kyle was eighteen years old, but he had the strength of an alpha. Finding themselves back on the bed, Ryan naturally submitted to the boy's primal needs. The kisses they shared were unforgettable. In that moment, they were so in-tuned with each other, they didn't have to verbally communicate, their bodies did all the talking. Kyle was so powerful and so strong, Ryan naturally gave into his submissive instincts. For the first time in nearly five decades, he felt he was finally free to be himself, and he couldn't be happier.

Ryan could feel his submissive opening naturally aligning with Kyle's manhood. His body instinctively knew what to do, but in his mind, he was scared. He was forty eight, Kyle was eighteen. He had been a surrogate father figure to Kyle for years. Ryan had a wife, step son, house and job to think about. He could loose everything if they ever got caught.

Ryan shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong, but then, the older man heard the softest and sweetest of words ever come out of Kyle's mouth. Kyle was a cocky and arrogant young man. He was this small town's bad boy, it was no secret, and yet, in that moment, Ryan could see right through that.

Those words were so gentle and so sweet, he never thought he'd ever hear Kyle like that, especially to him. No one ever admitted to Ryan that they wanted to make love to him, not even his wife of thirty years. He truly believed he was unworthy of love, and that's when their lives became forever changed.

It happened. It finally happened. After years of longing, yearning and waiting, Ryan finally lost his physical innocence. The young man's enormous shaft burrowed its way through foreign territory. This unclaimed land praised and welcomed the hero that had saved it from loneliness.

There was no going back, for either of them. The walls of this uncharted placed wrapped themselves tightly around this great beast of manhood. It was a glorious hug. It was difficult at first, being the canal was so innocent and tight, but it soon molded itself around the young alpha's shaft. The two entities were a natural fit, and the owners of these biological instruments were now bonded together in mind, body and soul. Never in all his life had Ryan ever experienced a connection like this.

Ryan's mouth dropped as powerful moans escaped his aged mouth. He and Kyle were connected. The boy burrowed himself deep inside the man. The older of the two could feel the younger man's balls being pressed against. Both were so raw and so vulnerable in this moment. Holding onto the boy, Ryan felt Kyle's forehead pressed against his.

This moment was soft, intimate and beautiful. In this moment, Kyle wasn't delinquent teenager and Ryan wasn't a middle age drunk. In these moment, titles and age did not matter. Right now, Ryan and Kyle were two lost and lonely souls, one alpha and one omega. Both of them were looking for love, and they found the cure for their loneliness in each other.

Never, in all the time that Ryan has known Kyle, had the man ever heard the boy's voice crack. And never in all that time, had Ryan ever seen the troubled young man get emotional. Holding onto that handsome face, the older man saw past the lies and facade, and he saw what was hidden within. Ryan saw a boy who was lost, alone, lonely and desperately looking for love. He knew that look, he knew it all too well, because he saw it in the mirror every day. He knew that Kyle could also see Ryan for who he was; a miserable, old, pathetic, isolated, lost and lonely middle aged man whose greatest fear was dying alone. He too spent his whole life looking for love.

Overcome by the boy's vulnerability, his beautiful words and tears in his eyes, Ryan looked back at Kyle with equally emotional eyes, giving him an equally powerful display of emotion. " I've been waiting for you my whole life." He said sweetly. One hand caressing Kyle's cheek, the other his hair. " You've been in my heart since we first met. I've always loved you, Baby Boy. I always will." Ryan said as a musical moan escaped his lips, enjoying the throbbing of the boy's shaft deep inside of him. He could literally feel the boy's heartbeat." I'll never stop loving you. All I want is to give you a real father's love. Take it. Take me, Baby Boy. Claim me as yours. I'm ready to be yours."

Lost in his confusion, Ryan these large hands on his ass, the same ass that was made infamous in this small town. Feeling that powerful grip, another soft coo escape the older man's lips. His slowly loosening mouth could feel his fantasies come to the surface. Before he knew it, the boy was carrying him around. How times have changed.

Ryan had never heard Kyle talk like this. He knew the boy had the mouth of a sailor, but this was a whole new level of dirty, and it made Ryan's blood boil. It was raw, it was blunt, it was exciting, it was sexy. With each new dirty word, filthy sentence or taboo thought, Ryan could feel himself being overcome with feelings he had never experienced in nearly fifty years of life.

He was taught to dominate. He was taught to be assertive. He was taught how to be a man, and his teachers were ruthless and unforgiving. They expected Ryan to hide his true nature, keep his dark biological secret just that, a secret.

For nearly fifty years, that's exactly what he was told, and Ryan hated every minute of it. He knew what was expected of him, but it always felt forced, unnatural, and wrong. This moment felt......different. In the eyes of the public, and Ryan's moral compass, this was wrong, but in that moment, the man wasn't hiding. He wasn't lying to himself or the world. In the moment, the real Ryan had come to the surface, and that in itself felt right.

instinctively, Ryan did as he was told. He didn't think about it. He just did it. With the Jack Daniels tight in his grip, he held onto the boy even tighter, holding onto those exceptionally powerful muscles. Ryan, for the first time, felt safe. It took him over half of his life to find this source of comfort that he needed.

Having literally been swept off his feet, Ryan found himself being thrown on his own marital bed. The young man in this moment was acting like a feral dog. The older of the two could not hide the fear on his face. Kyle didn't know the truth. How would Kyle react? It happened so fast before he knew it, Ryan's pants were on the floor, his secret on full display.

Ryan was intersex. He had the body of a man, but the inner workings of a woman. All his life he was taught to be ashamed of who he was, to hide himself from the rest of the world, and he's done that for nearly five decades. It left him alone and miserable. He was scared of how Kyle would react, worried if he would freak out or get violent. A silent tension hung between them. Ryan felt a strange sensation wash over him. He finally felt safe to let his guard down. Taking off his shirt, the older man was on full display. He was completely naked. With his legs wide open, Ryan let Kyle see his pussy in full bloom. It had some salt and peppers hair, but it was beautifully groomed, and it was untouched. Ryan was almost fifty and he was technically a virgin.

Ryan, despite his age, had the most beautiful vagina. And in that moment, for the first time in his life, he wasn't bashful or shy about it. He felt relief that someone finally knew the truth. Then, out of no where, Kyle decided to get a closer look. The boy also decided he wanted a taste. With his eyeballs now in the back of his head, Ryan let out the most beautiful moan as he ran his fingers through the boy's hair. The older man pushed his younger companion's face even deeper into his cunt. Ryan had never experienced this before, and he could not deny that he was loving every minute of it.

" OH.....WHAT THE.....OH MY GOD........OH MY GOD, YES!!!!!!"

He moaned into Ryan's cunt as the sweet muskiness of it filled his senses, it tasted like his kisses but without the Jack Daniels' and about three times more potent. It was delicious. Kyle never wanted to take his mouth off the older man's clit and folds, massaging each with his tongue before letting the wet muscle dive and out of his depths. He'd known the other was a sissy bottom begging to get railed and finding out that he also had a pussy only made Kyle more excited as that gave him another hole to fuck.

Ryan's cunt was already gushing with juices, flooding itself and getting wetter and wetter by the second- like it had never gotten this kind of attention before and was now over compensating for the pleasure. His pussy wanted to get fucked, whether he did or not. Kyle lapped it all up- he was no stranger to muff diving; he'd gotten plenty of practice on the girls at school - almost all of whom had fantasies and desires of being with the bad boy, if only for the night - but none of them ever tasted this good. No, they tasted of soap or perfume or grooming products; artificial and bland. Ryan tasted pure, musky and mature; his slick the most delectable nectar.

Kyle stood up, wasting no time in shedding his clothes, most of it being black leather in material and all of it hitting the floor of the other's marital bedroom; his jacket, his black jeans, his leather boots- all of it shed until the unbelievably fit bad boy stood before the other, smirking as he let the older man get a good look at him before joining him in the bed. "My turn," he hummed, laying himself down and spreading his legs, his cock now the center of attention. Something to note about Kyle's physique was that he was incredibly beefy, model fit with round, lush pecs, washboard abs and rugby thighs - but his dick still managed to be the most impressive part of him.

Kyle's cock was a thickness and length that most hadn't even seen even in porn. When those who had the privilege to see it realizing it was one of the main sources of his cocky, confident attitude. Kyle's monstrous member throbbed to it's full size now, well turned on by his dream lover's kisses and cunt and now begging to be serviced in return. He threaded a hand through the other's hand, stealing another deep, passionate kiss before starting to push the other's head downwards, "It ain't gonna suck itself, Daddy."

Gently running his fingers through Kyle's long curly locks, Ryan continued to unleash the most musical of moans. For a long time now, he thought his time had passed; that he was too old and undesirable. He was wrong; not only was he wrong, he apparently had won the affections of the local bad boy.

It was his darkest secret, but Ryan always knew that Kyle was a alpha in the making. The way he moved, the way he carried himself, the way he smelled when he worked up a sweat, the way he pulsated this invisible but irrefutable masculine energy. Ryan always knew who Kyle was going to be, even when he was young, and the older man couldn't help but notice.

The boy had grown into his manhood, and thinking about Kyle always got Ryan's blood going; whenever no one was looking, he would ease his yearnings by exploring his uncharted territory himself, always fantasizing that this powerful alpha in the works would notice and take interest. It was an erotic but unrealistic fantasy. It was Ryan's darkest secret and deepest shame. He had no idea that one day his ultimate fantasy would become a reality.

Despite its age and lack of experience, Ryan possessed the most beautiful vagina. Despite going unclaimed for so long, it remained intact and beautifully groomed. It was unbelievably tight, due to his virginity, but he was recently experiencing issues with fluid production. Living half his life without love and human connection left Ryan withered and dry. It had been laid barren and his fruits dried up a long time ago, but in this moment of indescribable pleasure, Ryan's fluids and juices miraculously began to gush and overflow. So much so, he was starting to wet the bed.

Feeling the young man's powerful mouth pressed against him, Ryan couldn't help but scream. " OH MY GOD YES!!!!" He said in a powerful voice. The eighteen year old was clearly experienced in the ways of vagina, and the forty eight year old was starting to loose his morality from the incredible intimacy of intergenerational passion.

Ryan whimpered a little when the eating came to a halt. He wanted more, he needed more, but he had no idea what was in store for him. Kyle was starting to join him in nudity. Watching the boy take off his clothes, Ryan laid there; his body instinctively reacting to what was happening in front of him. Ryan was giving into his feminine energy, he was succumbing to his need to submit and serve. That's when he saw it. He saw with his own eyes the reason behind Kyle's arrogance and pride.

The boy was huge. Not only was he huge, he had the body of a full grown man and he was barely eighteen. He was the physical embodiment of masculinity in its prime. Ryan had never seen anything so miraculous. It was so big, the older of the two couldn't stop staring at it. That's when it hit him; Kyle's scent. It was primal and unmistakably Kyle. His sweat from his skin, pits, feet, they all unleash powerful pheremones; invisible chemical signals that made Ryan want to submit completely and unapologetically.

With the boy now lying beside the older man again, the two shared another powerful and intimate a kiss, irrefutable proof of their passion for one another. Hearing the young man request, Ryan positioned himself where he was now between Kyle's legs. That enormous dick and undeniable scent both smack dam in front of his face. Ryan had never seen another man's dick before. No porno could ever compare to what was standing erect right in front of him. Taking a firm but gentle grip, the man with a salt and pepper beard slowly began to kiss and suckle that bulbous second head of Kyle's. Then, instinctively, Ryan opened his mouth and slowly took all of Kyle into him. No teeth, no gagging, just nice warm mouth, proof that he was, in fact, a bitch; Kyle's bitch.

This all had to be some weird, sick, exciting, erotic fever dream. Ryan was three time's the boy's age, and yet, he was collapsing under the young man's dominant assertiveness. He never experienced anything like it. It left him very confused. It left him—aroused. He would never admit it out loud, he was too ashamed and disgusted with himself, but Ryan had watched Kyle come into his own manhood. He'd been watching for a while.

The way the boy asserted himself with such power, dominance and control. Everyone turned to him whenever he walked in a room. He always asserted himself as the young man that he was, and the women would shamelessly threw themselves at him. Kyle wasn't a boy from next door anymore, he was a man, a powerful young alpha male in the making. Ryan had noticed this side of Kyle for a long time now. He refused to say it out-loud, but he......liked it. He really liked it.

Ryan suddenly found himself backed up against the wall. The boy had asserted himself in front of Ryan and the two shared an incredible kiss. Ryan had lived over half his life, and he never in his life time experienced anything like that kiss. That one singular embraced was hotter than thirty years of marriage with his wife. Their tongue were sensuously pressed against and danced with one another. These two were both drunken stoopers, and the way they were kissing proved just how inebriated they both were. Overwhelmed by this powerful display of dominance, Ryan was surrendering to Kyle's power. Sensuous, and slightly erotic moans escaped his lips The scent of Kyle's musk was driving him crazy.

Then, in the midst of all this wonderful chaos, Ryan found himself back in reality. It took everything he had to push the young man off of him.

" Ky....." He said, clearly out of breath from the intensity of that kiss. " Kyle.....this is wrong. You're like a son to me. You are a son to me. This....this shouldn't be happening. We shouldn't be doing this. "

Ryan's were shaky at best, proving that he didn't quite stand with his convictions.

" There are things about me.....Things you wouldn't understand........This....it's wrong this can't happen, Kyle."

Ryan was trying to be the responsible adult, but he was doing a horrible job at it; his words weren't very convincing at all. Not in the slightest."

"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck."

And with that, the teenager leaned back in and kissed the older gentleman against, harder this time and also pressing his entire body against him. He ran his hands down Ryan's mature body until he found that sweet, fat ass that he'd fantasized about more times than he could count and he paused the kiss for a moment only so he could get his hands around the back of the other's thighs and lift him up, forcing his legs to spread and wrap around him.

He lost his balance for a moment but quickly found it, the abnormally muscular teenager displaying his level of strength and control even when completely wasted. "I've been dreaming about fucking you since my dick could get hard," he admitted with a grin as he started walking them out of the kitchen, "Grab the Jack," he instructed, pausing on the way out for the other to do that before he carried on forward, knowing the house like the back of his hand, "Today's the day I'm supposed to become a man and you're the only one I want that with."

He stumbled a little and wavered a bit here and there, but his grip on the other never faltered- Ryan was ever anything but completely secured and held steadily in his arms. He kicked the master bedroom's door open and it wasn't long before he was tossing the older man on the bed like a doll, and even quicker than that he was pawing at the sheriff's pants and all but ripping them off his tight, fit body. That's when he finally saw it- pink, glorious and glistening - a pussy like none he'd ever seen, not like any of the boring dime-a-dozen ones on all the girls in school ... no, this was the real deal; this was pussy on a whole 'nother level.

"Happy Motherfuckin' Birthday to me," he smirked and before Ryan could stop him, or even react, the barely eighteen year old was head first between the mature male's thighs and tongue deep in his cunt.

Lost in his confusion, Ryan these large hands on his ass, the same ass that was made infamous in this small town. Feeling that powerful grip, another soft coo escape the older man's lips. His slowly loosening mouth could feel his fantasies come to the surface. Before he knew it, the boy was carrying him around. How times have changed.

Ryan had never heard Kyle talk like this. He knew the boy had the mouth of a sailor, but this was a whole new level of dirty, and it made Ryan's blood boil. It was raw, it was blunt, it was exciting, it was sexy. With each new dirty word, filthy sentence or taboo thought, Ryan could feel himself being overcome with feelings he had never experienced in nearly fifty years of life.

He was taught to dominate. He was taught to be assertive. He was taught how to be a man, and his teachers were ruthless and unforgiving. They expected Ryan to hide his true nature, keep his dark biological secret just that, a secret.

For nearly fifty years, that's exactly what he was told, and Ryan hated every minute of it. He knew what was expected of him, but it always felt forced, unnatural, and wrong. This moment felt......different. In the eyes of the public, and Ryan's moral compass, this was wrong, but in that moment, the man wasn't hiding. He wasn't lying to himself or the world. In the moment, the real Ryan had come to the surface, and that in itself felt right.

instinctively, Ryan did as he was told. He didn't think about it. He just did it. With the Jack Daniels tight in his grip, he held onto the boy even tighter, holding onto those exceptionally powerful muscles. Ryan, for the first time, felt safe. It took him over half of his life to find this source of comfort that he needed.

Having literally been swept off his feet, Ryan found himself being thrown on his own marital bed. The young man in this moment was acting like a feral dog. The older of the two could not hide the fear on his face. Kyle didn't know the truth. How would Kyle react? It happened so fast before he knew it, Ryan's pants were on the floor, his secret on full display.

Ryan was intersex. He had the body of a man, but the inner workings of a woman. All his life he was taught to be ashamed of who he was, to hide himself from the rest of the world, and he's done that for nearly five decades. It left him alone and miserable. He was scared of how Kyle would react, worried if he would freak out or get violent. A silent tension hung between them. Ryan felt a strange sensation wash over him. He finally felt safe to let his guard down. Taking off his shirt, the older man was on full display. He was completely naked. With his legs wide open, Ryan let Kyle see his pussy in full bloom. It had some salt and peppers hair, but it was beautifully groomed, and it was untouched. Ryan was almost fifty and he was technically a virgin.

Ryan, despite his age, had the most beautiful vagina. And in that moment, for the first time in his life, he wasn't bashful or shy about it. He felt relief that someone finally knew the truth. Then, out of no where, Kyle decided to get a closer look. The boy also decided he wanted a taste. With his eyeballs now in the back of his head, Ryan let out the most beautiful moan as he ran his fingers through the boy's hair. The older man pushed his younger companion's face even deeper into his cunt. Ryan had never experienced this before, and he could not deny that he was loving every minute of it.

" OH.....WHAT THE.....OH MY GOD........OH MY GOD, YES!!!!!!"

" That's Mrs. Garrison to you, Boy." Ryan said with a slur. He only half meant it. What he really meant to call his wife was a bitch, but he didn't want to be a bad influence. It was dark between them. Ryan didn't do anything when the barely legal young man forced his way into his home. Ryan should have reported Kyle. He should have called the police, but Ryan wasn't a rat. Plus, he was piss drunk himself, so he wasn't one who could judge.

It was barely audible, but the softest of moans escaped Ryan's lips when the boy pushed against him. It stirred Ryan's darkest of secrets, but he kept them to himself. He had to. Lifting the steak off his eye, Ryan revealed what his wife did to him. " She messed up my plans with this steak. It was suppose to be your birthday present. Happy Birthday, Buddy," While Ryan was clearly drunk, it was clear that he had a plan to surprise the boy in a few hours for his birthday, but sadly his wife ruined those plans.

" Fuck glasses, men drink from the bottle. Take some, but don't be greedy."

Ryan shouldn't be encouraging this, but he was too drunk himself to care.

" You wanna tell me what your doing here so late....or early?"

"You ... you remembered?" the drunk teenager asked. Nobody else had remembered, not even his own parents - it had been made clear to him earlier that night and was why he'd ended up looking for the bottom of a bottle to fall into. He swallowed, trying to loosen his tight throat, "And you ... you knew I'd end up here at your house anyway," he added, more touched than his limited emotional range could allow him to understand or describe. He looked at the sheriff fondly - Ryan was the only person on the planet he looked at like that - the man was more a father to him than his own was and cared more about him than anybody ever had.

"Well, if that's the case ..." he hummed at the other's machismo flex about men drinking from the bottle. He took the bottle offered to him then found a glass in the kitchen, pouring out some of the brown liquor and then slid the glass over to the sheriff before taking the swig he was promised, "... let me know when to pour you some more," his drunken daredevil smirk was undeniable. Kyle was known as the most rebellious of the town bad boys and loved to play with fire. But there was more than that at play right now, "I dunno," he admitted, "I felt like shit, was in the neighborhood and ..." he took another swig, now leaning in, taking a closer look at the look at the other's wound, "... well, you always make me feel better ..." his youthful, sparkling gaze beheld the rugged man in front of him, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the sheriff's temple, "... Daddy."

"How could I forget the big 1-8? You're a part of this family, Buddy."

Ryan was piss off his ass drunk, still, his loving and fatherly nature shined through. The older man had all this love to give, but no one to give it to. His step son was an ungrateful spoiled brat who never appreciated Ryan's guidance or wisdom. And his wife, well, his wife was another story all together. The only sense of normalcy he ever got was from the kid standing in front of him. He acted tough, and maybe he was because life was too hard on him. Still, whenever Ryan looked into those cerulean blue eyes, he saw past the facade and saw a sad and lonely young man in Kyle that needed guidance and love. Ryan couldn't help but offer his love to fill the void in Kyle's soul.

Kyle had it rough, an absent father and neglectful mother. No one he was drinking so early. No one should have to go through that. Ryan had arrested both of his parents so many times because of their behavior, it all made sense why Kyle was falling into the wrong crowd. He needed love. Every boy needed the love of a father. Every young man needed a guide and mentor. It was good for both of them. That's why the two got along better than Ryan and Chris ever could.

Ryan saw what Kyle was trying to do. He was a cheeky little bastard, and clever too. Out of everyone in this entire town, he was the only one who seemed to see right through Ryan's exterior. He never bought into it; maybe it's because he's an alpha male in the making, and secretly, Ryan respected that. He liked that someone could see past his bullshit facades. It was as if someone finally saw him for him, and not who he pretended to be.

" You'll understand one day when you get married." He said as he took a shot from his shot glass. Tapping the empty glass, he wanted more. " Dear god, I hope not."

Hearing the torment in the young man's voice, Ryan replied. " You knew it was safe to come here. It's okay, you're always safe with me."

That's when it happened, the boy got too close and did the most unexpected of things. Ryan was so drunk, he didn't know how to react. He was confused—and intrigued.

" What..a....Hey, what are you doing, Kiddo?"

"Doing what I've been waiting to turn eighteen to do," he replied, revealing that he had lied about coming over with no ulterior motive. It was clear he'd been waiting for his birthday to strike officially to make the move he'd been planning for years. With that admission, the town bad boy leaned his lips down further, moving Ryan's face upwards to meet his and he pressed their lips together. Ryan's beard scratched against his soft, youthful skin which had yet to grow facial hair as they kissed and the younger man immediately moved to take control of the action, firmly pushing his tongue past his so-called 'friends' dad's lips and tasting him fully, every musky, liquor soaked bit.

He kissed the sheriff passionately, using his muscular build and height advantage to lead. It was better than he'd dreamed of- the mature male was rugged and put every other kiss he'd ever experienced to shame. He broke the kiss but held the other's face, cupping his cheek with one hand while his other hand pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him from speaking, "It's my birthday, right?" he said with a bit of a slur, "My eighteenth- which means I get to have whatever the fuck I want, right?" he asked, leaning in, "Well I want you," he said determinedly, "I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks or anything else- I wanna make love to you ... Daddy."

This all had to be some weird, sick, exciting, erotic fever dream. Ryan was three time's the boy's age, and yet, he was collapsing under the young man's dominant assertiveness. He never experienced anything like it. It left him very confused. It left him—aroused. He would never admit it out loud, he was too ashamed and disgusted with himself, but Ryan had watched Kyle come into his own manhood. He'd been watching for a while.

The way the boy asserted himself with such power, dominance and control. Everyone turned to him whenever he walked in a room. He always asserted himself as the young man that he was, and the women would shamelessly threw themselves at him. Kyle wasn't a boy from next door anymore, he was a man, a powerful young alpha male in the making. Ryan had noticed this side of Kyle for a long time now. He refused to say it out-loud, but he......liked it. He really liked it.

Ryan suddenly found himself backed up against the wall. The boy had asserted himself in front of Ryan and the two shared an incredible kiss. Ryan had lived over half his life, and he never in his life time experienced anything like that kiss. That one singular embraced was hotter than thirty years of marriage with his wife. Their tongue were sensuously pressed against and danced with one another. These two were both drunken stoopers, and the way they were kissing proved just how inebriated they both were. Overwhelmed by this powerful display of dominance, Ryan was surrendering to Kyle's power. Sensuous, and slightly erotic moans escaped his lips The scent of Kyle's musk was driving him crazy.

Then, in the midst of all this wonderful chaos, Ryan found himself back in reality. It took everything he had to push the young man off of him.

" Ky....." He said, clearly out of breath from the intensity of that kiss. " Kyle.....this is wrong. You're like a son to me. You are a son to me. This....this shouldn't be happening. We shouldn't be doing this. "

Ryan's were shaky at best, proving that he didn't quite stand with his convictions.

" There are things about me.....Things you wouldn't understand........This....it's wrong this can't happen, Kyle."

Ryan was trying to be the responsible adult, but he was doing a horrible job at it; his words weren't very convincing at all. Not in the slightest."

" That's Mrs. Garrison to you, Boy." Ryan said with a slur. He only half meant it. What he really meant to call his wife was a bitch, but he didn't want to be a bad influence. It was dark between them. Ryan didn't do anything when the barely legal young man forced his way into his home. Ryan should have reported Kyle. He should have called the police, but Ryan wasn't a rat. Plus, he was piss drunk himself, so he wasn't one who could judge.

It was barely audible, but the softest of moans escaped Ryan's lips when the boy pushed against him. It stirred Ryan's darkest of secrets, but he kept them to himself. He had to. Lifting the steak off his eye, Ryan revealed what his wife did to him. " She messed up my plans with this steak. It was suppose to be your birthday present. Happy Birthday, Buddy," While Ryan was clearly drunk, it was clear that he had a plan to surprise the boy in a few hours for his birthday, but sadly his wife ruined those plans.

" Fuck glasses, men drink from the bottle. Take some, but don't be greedy."

Ryan shouldn't be encouraging this, but he was too drunk himself to care.

" You wanna tell me what your doing here so late....or early?"

"You ... you remembered?" the drunk teenager asked. Nobody else had remembered, not even his own parents - it had been made clear to him earlier that night and was why he'd ended up looking for the bottom of a bottle to fall into. He swallowed, trying to loosen his tight throat, "And you ... you knew I'd end up here at your house anyway," he added, more touched than his limited emotional range could allow him to understand or describe. He looked at the sheriff fondly - Ryan was the only person on the planet he looked at like that - the man was more a father to him than his own was and cared more about him than anybody ever had.

"Well, if that's the case ..." he hummed at the other's machismo flex about men drinking from the bottle. He took the bottle offered to him then found a glass in the kitchen, pouring out some of the brown liquor and then slid the glass over to the sheriff before taking the swig he was promised, "... let me know when to pour you some more," his drunken daredevil smirk was undeniable. Kyle was known as the most rebellious of the town bad boys and loved to play with fire. But there was more than that at play right now, "I dunno," he admitted, "I felt like shit, was in the neighborhood and ..." he took another swig, now leaning in, taking a closer look at the look at the other's wound, "... well, you always make me feel better ..." his youthful, sparkling gaze beheld the rugged man in front of him, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the sheriff's temple, "... Daddy."

"How could I forget the big 1-8? You're a part of this family, Buddy."

Ryan was piss off his ass drunk, still, his loving and fatherly nature shined through. The older man had all this love to give, but no one to give it to. His step son was an ungrateful spoiled brat who never appreciated Ryan's guidance or wisdom. And his wife, well, his wife was another story all together. The only sense of normalcy he ever got was from the kid standing in front of him. He acted tough, and maybe he was because life was too hard on him. Still, whenever Ryan looked into those cerulean blue eyes, he saw past the facade and saw a sad and lonely young man in Kyle that needed guidance and love. Ryan couldn't help but offer his love to fill the void in Kyle's soul.

Kyle had it rough, an absent father and neglectful mother. No one he was drinking so early. No one should have to go through that. Ryan had arrested both of his parents so many times because of their behavior, it all made sense why Kyle was falling into the wrong crowd. He needed love. Every boy needed the love of a father. Every young man needed a guide and mentor. It was good for both of them. That's why the two got along better than Ryan and Chris ever could.

Ryan saw what Kyle was trying to do. He was a cheeky little bastard, and clever too. Out of everyone in this entire town, he was the only one who seemed to see right through Ryan's exterior. He never bought into it; maybe it's because he's an alpha male in the making, and secretly, Ryan respected that. He liked that someone could see past his bullshit facades. It was as if someone finally saw him for him, and not who he pretended to be.

" You'll understand one day when you get married." He said as he took a shot from his shot glass. Tapping the empty glass, he wanted more. " Dear god, I hope not."

Hearing the torment in the young man's voice, Ryan replied. " You knew it was safe to come here. It's okay, you're always safe with me."

That's when it happened, the boy got too close and did the most unexpected of things. Ryan was so drunk, he didn't know how to react. He was confused—and intrigued.

" What..a....Hey, what are you doing, Kiddo?"

It was two o clock in the morning, and Ryan was practically half way through his Jack Daniels. Ryan loved his bourbon. He especially loved it after a fight with his wife. Tonight was different, this was no ordinary fight. It was particularly nasty, being that Laura, Ryan's wife, loved to throw insults and punches. Ryan had a nasty shiner in the works because of her—thankfully he had a steak to make it manageable, and the booze ease the emotional wounds, but only for a little while. Ryan was almost fifty, and he was a broken man, emotionally and physically. He planned to spend the night washing his sadness away with bourbon; his wife went to stay with her lover for the weekend, and Chris was on a camping trip with the boy scouts. The depressed and lonely man had the whole house to himself, but then, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

" Ky?" Ryan asked, with his bourbon in one hand and the other holding the steak on his black eye. " It's two in the morning, what are you doing here?"

He finished the bottle, turning it upside down to comically watch the very last drop drip out before he tossed it away, not caring where it crashed and landed. He got up to his feet- unsteadily as the alcohol made it's way though his young, athletic system. He started walking and soon he found himself turning up a semi-familiar street. It was Chris' street - or, more accurately, Chris' father's street. Everyone knew where the town sheriff lived, mostly so they knew to behave - for Kyle, however it was the exact opposite.

"Hola Papi," he greeted mischievously when the highest ranked police official answered his door, "Good mornin' to you too," he replied cheekily. They both had a slurriness to their words, "Laura again, huh?" he asked, noticing the steak and ignoring the other's question, "Lemme take a look at that for you," he said, inviting himself in and gently pushing the older man backwards to let him in, not waiting for an answer or permission as he closed the door behind him with a kick of his leathered boot, "You got another glass for that?" he asked, gesturing to the Jack Daniels, "Pour me some and take a seat, lemme see the shiner."

" That's Mrs. Garrison to you, Boy." Ryan said with a slur. He only half meant it. What he really meant to call his wife was a bitch, but he didn't want to be a bad influence. It was dark between them. Ryan didn't do anything when the barely legal young man forced his way into his home. Ryan should have reported Kyle. He should have called the police, but Ryan wasn't a rat. Plus, he was piss drunk himself, so he wasn't one who could judge.

It was barely audible, but the softest of moans escaped Ryan's lips when the boy pushed against him. It stirred Ryan's darkest of secrets, but he kept them to himself. He had to. Lifting the steak off his eye, Ryan revealed what his wife did to him. " She messed up my plans with this steak. It was suppose to be your birthday present. Happy Birthday, Buddy," While Ryan was clearly drunk, it was clear that he had a plan to surprise the boy in a few hours for his birthday, but sadly his wife ruined those plans.

" Fuck glasses, men drink from the bottle. Take some, but don't be greedy."

Ryan shouldn't be encouraging this, but he was too drunk himself to care.

" You wanna tell me what your doing here so late....or early?"