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Horny Dad’s Secrets: I was shamelessly “bating the young man” and I knew it. “Why don’t I just jump in the shower and you go get us some beers out of the refrigerator and we can talk more.” As it turned out, the young man was 23 years old, and the Son of a long ago “college crush” that I had maintained minimal contact over the years. As I opened my flannel shirt, treating the young man to a view of my succulent nipples, soft chest, and wide belly, mindful that I was not wearing any underwear, I detected the unmistakable arousal and hunger in Chad’s eyes. “Seriously, there’s beer in the fridge, I just need to shower off, and we can head out and grab some dinner.” Chad had arrived two hours earlier to his home. The young man was on a “journey of sorts”. I remembered the telephone conversation weeks earlier with Chad’s father, who in retrospect was “kind of a dick”. “Chad just broke up with his girlfriend and is going through a rough time. He landed his first job not too far from where you live, and I thought it might be nice if you looked out for him during the transition.” I smiled as I looked over at Chad. Chad was actually staring at my nipples, and I could see that he might already be sporting an erection. Chad resembled his Dad, but was “much hotter.” Ginger haired, with some freckles, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a butt that had obviously been squatting repeatedly, and most likely, in response to repressed and unfulfilled sexual needs, I dropped my flannel shirt, and turned so that Chad could survey the landscape of my broad back, and soft round full ass. I could feel the young man’s eyes bore into my ass and turned at exactly the right moment. Chad blushed. I persisted, “Seriously, get me a beer, and yourself one too and we can continue talking.” I loved capitalising on the normality of “guys continuing to talk while they were naked and showering”, mindful of the sexual tension between us that had existed from the moment that Chad arrived. I remembered the warm embrace at our initial greeting and how Chad did not pull away when I pulled him into my soft body. As I soaped my body under the warm water, I recalled that Chad’s father’s cock was the first that I had ever sucked. Under the pretence of one too many beers, Chad’s father offered up his cock for servicing. I had had such a crush on Chad’s Dad and enthusiastically kissed, tasted, licked, sucked and swallowed his tasty cock twice that night. His Father moaned in pleasure as he filled my mouth and coated my throat with the first taste of sperm that was not of my own making. I had thought, at the time, that it would be the beginning of a relationship and was crestfallen, that instead it was the beginning of a distance that had hence defined our relationship across these many years. As I heard Chad walk back into his bedroom, I called out. “Bring my beer in here Sport….”. I was already semi-aroused, and instinctively knew that the thickness of my cock and its lengthening would not go unnoticed by the young man. Horny Dads and Curious Sons,  I thought, have a way of finding one another, and in this case, with some unconscious help from a most unlikely source. Chad walked into the bathroom, averting eye-contact and handed me the beer. “Thanks Sport. You need a shower too before we head-out?”. Chad looked at me, deeply and with a longing that I recognised. “Let’s not waste the water, c’mon join me” I opened the shower enclosure and nodded the young man in. Chad smiled and undressed in a flash. The young man’s body was smooth, tight, and exquisitely muscled. Chad was already erect; his cock was even more desirable than that of his father from so many years back. Chad hesitated and took a step forward, “Never done this Sir.” I took Chad by the hand and drew him towards me, “Well let’s make this especially memorable for you than Son.” And with that, I was kissing Chad and pulling him under the warm water, repeating our first hug, only this time, we were both nude and hard. I pressed my lips and then my tongue into the Chad’s warm and wet mouth. Chad whimpered and then yielded and then began to kiss me passionately back in response. My hands wandered over the young man’s firm smooth body as Chad’s hands did  the same over my body, first tentatively and then with a curiosity and force that nearly took my breadth away. Chad’s hands trembling at first, became more confident. Chad whispered “Your tits are so sexy” as he began to fondle each in turn. Chad’s lips and tongue followed his hands as he begin sucking on my nipples. It was now I that was moaning. “Nurse on my tits Son, there all yours”. The encouragement seemed to egg him on, as his tongue licked, sucked and softly bit on my engorged nipples.  And then, we were kissing again with an urgency.  My hands found his hefty thick cock as his hands were fondling  my big round ass. I whispered, “Your Dad told me that you just broke up with your girlfriend.” With a devilish smile he responded, “I need to get laid”. I stuck my ass back into his hand and his deft fingers begin probing and poking my moist tight asshole. With a devilish smile I responded, “Well I think you are going to get laid this afternoon.”  And with that  comment, we both started laughing and relaxed into the exiting intimacy that was growing and unfolding between us. Both clean and horny, we toweled each other off, as we teased one another’s cocks with our lips and tongues.At one point, Chad was on his knees, as I towered over him, sniffing, kissing, tasting, licking , sucking and swallowing my cock reminiscent of the way that I had done to his Father’s  cock so many years back.  My asshole was dilating, I needed to “be fucked”.   I pulled him up from his knees and slowly led him to my king sized bed.  I laid on my back, spreading my thighs wide and pulling my knees up.  Chad kneeled between my thighs with authority and confidence, as he gently lifted my legs and begin to massage and probe my hot responsive asshole. I fondled my heavy tits in response.  Chad whispered,  “This is what I have always wanted…”.  I looked him deep in the eye,  “Breed me Son,  fuck me…”. Chad’s wet cock head begin pressing against my ready asshole.  I could feel his warm precum, as his the head of his cock pressed slowly inward.  His thick mushroom head pushed its way into me.  I gasped at the pain, as a wave of simultaneous pleasure flowed through my body as I felt his hardness slowly fill me.  Chad’s face looked so incredibly happy,  “You feel amazing Dad….”  I gripped his tight and hard buttocks,  “Fill me up Son,  I need your cock and sperm.”  Chad pushed his full length in, the pain gave way to ecstasy as we begin moving together as one. HIs thrusts were long and deep, our eyes were locked, his hands were milking my cock as we fucked, as mine were pulling his tight buttocks deeper and harder. Chad bellowed, “Take my cock Dad, it’s always been only for you”.  And deep in my heart, I knew his words to be true. And as he shot his first load deep into my ass, as my cock unloaded all over my belly, I realized that his Father had sent his Son to be the lover to me , that he had always wanted to be,  and with that there was an intense momentary feeling of both forgiveness and love  for Chad’s Dad, as his Son’s warm creamy sperm claimed it’s rightful place deep in my ass.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  It was our first official date.  Dad had invited me to accompany  to his buddy’s wedding.  I was tongue-tied by the invite and blushed crimson before blurting out,  “Yes, of course,  I will come (”cum”) with you.”  If he noticed my use of the word “come”, instead of the more appropriate word, “go”, I do not know, but from that moment onward was all I could think about was being his “date” for a night at a wedding no less!  It was more than my 27 year old brain could tolerate after admiring him from afar for over a year, and slowly striking up a friendship of sort over the last three months.  From the get-go, he called me “Sport”, in deference to my age and youthful exuberance, and I responded by calling him “Dad”.  We became Sport and Dad when we addressed one another, our friends knew as Tommy and Earl.  I often imagined how our initials engraved on bedsheets and linens would look.  I was hopelessly smitten, yet assumed, he was “out of my league”.  I was what other guys considered “cute” with a “decent, though unremarkable physique”, probably a 7.0 on a good day.  In my minds-eye, Dad was a 10 on a mediocre day.  His height, weight, and girth overwhelmed me with the desire to be naked in his shower followed by a night of “love-making” in his oversized King-sized bed.  It was all scripted in my mind in a somewhat predictable, though no less exciting way.  And now, here Dad was in my living room, looking incredibly dapper in his bow tie with  his belly stretching the fabric of his white dress shirt, introducing himself as “Earl” to my actual father and mother.  The fact that he towered over my biological Dad, did not go unnoticed by either of them or me for that matter. I felt the familiar excitement in both my groin and my asshole as I watched from a short distance.  My parents were cordial, mindful that there “Son” had not turned-out as expected.  As they exchanged pleasantries, I walked into the room, mindful of Earl’s eyes taking in  all of me in.  I noticed the slide gapping of his mouth as he saw me for the first time in my well-fitted Armani black suit.  He told me later, that if he could of, he would of let out a “dog whistle”.  Later, he would confide, that all he thought about at that moment and throughout our time at the wedding, was of how much, he wanted, no needed, to slowly undress me out of my expensive suit, in order to sniff, taste, lick and suck every inch of my youthful body.  And so it was, that I enjoyed my first date with a very sexy older man that I thought of as my Dad.  We were friends by that time, and yet, there was something new happening as we sat close to one another, our thighs touching one another as we witnessed the gay male couple pledge their life and love to one another.  Dad asked me,  “Sport, do you think that will ever be you up there on that altar?”.  I paused for a moment and whispered, our eyes locked,  “Only if I can marry my Dad.”  That night back at his home out in the country, we took that first step towards being more than friends.  There was a natural flow as we slowly undressed one another. Our first kiss seemed endless as our warm lips and wet tongues explored one another for the first time.  My eyes welled-up with tears. Dad noticed my emotions and whispered in my ear,  “Let’s take this slow Sport.”  I did not realise at that moment, that it was exactly what I needed to hear.  We kissed, cuddled, hugged and made our way clad only in our underwear to his massive bed.  I could not help but appreciate the oversized white jockey briefs he was wearing which were tented in a way which confirmed our mutual desire. As we laid down together in his bed, feeling both the exhaustion from the day and the suspended exhilaration of the moment, we fell into a comfortable sleep together.  My head was on his furry broad chest, as my arms crossed his soft round belly.  Dad’s hands seemed to naturally cup my buttocks which were clad in a pair of black bikini briefs which left little to the imagination. And yet, we were content, to rest, doze and sleep together as Dad and Sport, and with that our intimacy grew.  I woke in the middle of the night.  Dad was spooning me from behind.  His cock was hard and strong naturally resting in the crevice of my ass.  I listened to him breathe and inhaled deeply of his scent, as I drifted back into a restful sleep. I woke before Dad.  He was laying on his back and I was admiring his form, taking in every erotic detail.  As his eye opened, there was an immediate smile, “Morning Son….”, said in such awe.  I smiled in return, eyeing first him, and then the pouch of his white briefs.  He whispered,  “Are you sure Son?”.  I nodded, as I locked my eyes on his, and moved my face to the pouch of his briefs.  I inhaled deeply; the unmistakable and erotic scent of my Dad appreciating the musk, sweat, trace of urine, and brewing testosterone which defined and made my very existence possible.  His masculine scent intoxicated me drawing my nose and mouth over his warm pouch.  “It’s all for you Sport.”  My mouth opened and I took the head of his white fabric covered cock-head into it.  Dad moaned, “Always and only for you Son”.  And with that, my nose, lips, tongue and mouth slowly and gently “made love” to the only man that I had ever desired.  I removed Dad’s briefs with a sense of awe and wonder.  His now wet mushroom head, thick stout shaft,  and hair covered  low hanging balls were more than I had ever imagined.  Dad sensed my satisfaction,  “Whenever you need cock, Son….only for you.”  I took each of Dad’s warm, full balls into my mouth and bathed them with my warm saliva.   I was mindful that my very life had started there and that thought excited me beyond anything I imagined.  I boldly lifted his balls and Dad sensing my curiosity, raised his knees ever so slightly, so that my tongue could explore the hairy landscape beneath his balls.  I inhaled deeply, the scent of musk was stronger.  Dad whispered again, “And that will also only be for you.”  I imagined his tight, hairy, warm asshole.  Mindful of the need to proceed slowly, Dad pulled me up and away into his arms.  We were kissing again sharing the taste of his cock.  With both a confidence and possession that I found incredibly arousing, he expertly removed my black bikini.  His hands parted my sweaty asscheeks as his finger gently touched my smooth pink hole.  He whispered again,  “And this will be your Dad’s too.”  I nodded.  Dad then directed us together into the “69” position.  He would script our first sexual congress and relinquishing control to him added to my lust and desire.  Dad licked the already wet and swollen head of my considerably smaller cock, and whispered,  “It is perfect.”  And with those words, in synchrony and harmony, together we both begin to taste, lick, suck and swallow the only cock that either of us ever really thought about or wanted.  Our shared wetness, our mutual moaning and our companionable thrusting linked us together as Dad and Son.  We were both lost in our hunger and in our need for each other’s semen.  We could sense the coming eruption.  Dad’s finger was probing my  pink tight hole, exploring the contours of the pussy that someday would also be his.  My hands were cupping his hairy soft ass cheeks as he thrust his cock into my mouth, down my throat and then back up and out.  I could hold off no longer and shot a huge wad of cum into his mouth.  I could hear him swallowing my first sperm and moments later his eruption followed.  We were both swallowing, drinking what we could, and loving the overload cum dripping out of our mouths onto our chins.  Dad and his Sport, both covered in cum, with cock in our mouth, and sperm racing down our throat into our belly.  It was the happiest moment of my life which was only surpassed when Dad pulled me up to him and we kissed yet again sharing the taste of one another’s cocks in our cum-filled kisses that were even more sacred than the kisses we had both witnessed, at the wedding altar,  that very day.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets: He was everything that I wanted in a Dad and Husband and more. He had the kind of body and sophisticated good looks that made my Son body and psyche immediately responsive. I was the summer college intern assigned to his marketing division. Dad was open and frank about his requirements, “Son, you are going to work your ass off this summer and learn a great deal. And in the process, you are going make me and my department look good.” Dad was true to his word. He took a personal interest in mentoring me and drove me to perform at an intense level opening up sources of creativity and originality within myself that I had never known. In the process, we spent a great deal of time together at work. From the first meeting, I had noticed his stocky and thick frame: His clothes fit tightly and the shape of his soft full chest and belly pressing against his dress shirt aroused me. He was big waisted and his trousers nicely framed his generous full ass. I was his polar opposite body-wise…lean, lightly muscled with long legs and a thin waist. Our bodily contrast and the difference in our ages and his expertise was an “incredible turn-on”. Dad never talked about a wife or a girlfriend and his office was notably absent of any personal effects which might reveal the status of his home situation. I thought there might be an opportunity, yet I knew that I would have to make the first move. I remembered the moment. I had just finished a product promotional plan for a new brand of shave cream. He loved my graphics, the research I had conducted, and my initial “pitch”. He was always lavish in his praise, “Son, this is great. You have exceeded my expectations.” He had been using the affectionate term “Son” for a while. I noted the word, and hoped that it was both affectionate and perhaps sexual. I responded the first time, “Thanks Dad, I live to pleasure you.”. The phrase hung between us in the room. There was an awkward silence, some furtive eye-contact. I was aroused and emboldened. I told him that I had also prepared some photo images for his review. He seemed distracted, yet instructed me to continue. “I think Dad…”, I used the term again deliberately and slowly. “For the photo shoots, we should use older stocky attractive “real men”, rather than the typical young male models often used to promote male personal products”. I continued, “Our best target market for this high end shave product, our guys my age with disposable income and an interest to explore new things.” I paused for effect, “Many of them are intensely attracted to older men.” I showed him the photo images. Most were of older men whose body frame and built were remarkably similar to his.” I could see him, thinking, as he looked at the photos. I heard him, “Really, you think guys like you would find these images appealing and erotic?”. I responded without hesitation, “I sure do Dad Few may admit it, but for me, there is no sexier image than older men like these.” A broad smile face crossed my face. I heard my words, “ And if I can, I would love to take you out for a drink tonight Dad.” I was incredibly nervous, yet my hard cock by now, was doing the talking. Dad hesitated, our eye contact was prolonged and then he suggested that we might enjoy dinner and a drink at his house. Turns out, he is gourmet chef, who knows how to feed that perfectly thick and soft Dad body. That night, we savoured the food he had prepared and after dinner we ended up naked in his queen sized bed. I tasted, licked, touched, sniffed and savoured every inch of his manly body. He liked men who were younger and lean and his appetite met or exceeded mine at every turn. At one point, we were in the “69″ position, his warm insistent tongue was licking, rimming and penetrating my moist asshole as my mouth was sucking on his already wet cock. I knew that he was preparing “my pussy” for his use as I readied his cock for even more pleasure. And yet, I needed to taste, lick and smell his ass crack and asshole. As if reading my mind, like every good Dad does, he shifted his position, and lowered his ass onto my face. I was lost in an erotic moment that I had always “lusted for”, but never known. As he smothered my face with his full thick soft ass, I inhaled and tasted of the most private part of his manly body. I was moaning in pleasure. My tongue was probing his asshole in imitation of how Dad had just probed “my pussy”. I needed to be fucked and again my Dad knew. As he was kneeling on the bed naked stopping momentarily to put on a condom, reflected was the image of my Dad’s wide thick back, generous soft mid-section, and full soft butt. My ass dilated to receive his cock, as he penetrated me. I knew that his thick butt, that I had just admired in the mirror and rimmed, would soon begin the thrusting that I needed and craved. Dad and I would become one in our sexual intercourse and his sperm would soon be feeding and flowing throughout my receptive body which had been divinely created solely for his sexual satisfaction. Dad was true to his word, “I was stretched beyond my wildest dreams as “my ass” was throughly and lovingly plowed”. It was the kind of work that every gay Son longs to do for his Dad and both of us knew it.

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