it's up to daddy

In high school I spent almost every weekend at my best friend’s house. His dad was a handsome and fit country guy. He drove a derby car and spent most of his time in the garage. One Saturday morning over breakfast he strolled in the kitchen wearing just boxers. His hairy and fit body was such a turn on, and his low-hanging cock was bouncing off his thighs proudly. I stared- how couldn’t I. He noticed and we made uncomfortable eye contact. Late that night I was sleeping on the couch as usual, and he came to me and asked if I wanted to see his car. I followed him to the garage and he wasted no time pulling his jeans down and offering me his fat dick. I sucked it hungrily and he fed me his cum. After that he used me pretty often, a few times a month. First just quick oral sessions when we could sneak off somewhere. But after a while he’d take me to the park or woods somewhere and breed my ass. I lived for it. I had fantasies of carrying his child. My friend started to catch on to our vibes and got really jealous and weird around me. He was straight. I didn’t really care though, I hooked up with his dad as often as I could until I moved off to college, for about 2 years. To this day I’m an insatiable pussy boy with a need for daddy dick. Damn, I miss him.

THE 10 SECONDS IT TOOK ME TO CONFIRM THAT CHAD WAS A FAG