He clearly was not paying attention to where Julian was looking before. Gay sex Tyler had never seen his dad so engrossed, so taken with the effort of something. Tyler’s mouth was bone dry watching this conversation. “Whose pussy is this?”“Yours!” Julian yelped.“Who?”“Yours, Daddy! He had spoken about his younger years as an athlete, a jock that wooed his mom, something to be proud of but was now long, long gone. He heard muffled sounds, a deep voice. Tyler took off the jeans. He wanted to cry out as his penis shot three thin ropes of cum onto his thigh. He could feel the cool, sticky sensation of the precum coating his underwear. Tyler once again was inwardly amazed at how much fluid his dad could produce. He never would be able to. But Mark had begrudgingly acknowledged to himself that the thought of fucking his son’s new boyfriend made him harder, more aroused, more depraved than anything else. Tyler’s mouth was bone dry watching this conversation. Tyler shifted in his seat. It’s all you care about, huh?”Mark nodded. “Say it,” Julian commanded in his bratty voice. “Fuuuck, yes!” Mark exclaimed. Julian’s texts interrupted Tyler’s masturbation. “God, he’s so pathetic,” Mark growled.“He’s never made me feel this good, Daddy,” Julian purred. “No shit,” Mark chuckled. But,
