“Fuck that was good. The seat was worn and sticky, but I didn’t care. Gay sex “Yes,” he admitted quietly. My own cock swelled in my pants, reacting to the sight before me. Cum sprayed from my cock, splattering onto my stomach and chest. I was determined to act normal, though my heart pounded in my chest every time he walked into the room.John settled down beside me, his usual casual clothes—a plaid button-up shirt and khaki pants—making him look like the picture-perfect Step-dad. But then, the figure on the other side of the wall seemed to notice the glory hole. Instead, he casually leaned back, his hand brushing against mine. “Oh shit, fuck” I try to moan but its stifled by his cock.”Here it comes,” he muttered, his voice strained. Step-dad stuck his head in, his face a mask of weary fatherly concern.”Hey, Chris, how was your day?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.”Uneventful,” I replied, forcing a smile. I quickened my pace, matching his thrusts with my strokes.Inside the shower, Step-dad let out a final, shuddering groan as he climaxed. urges.”The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. As he washed himself, his hand gravitated towards his crotch, stroking along the shaft.
