Holding onto my stalk, he leaned in, kissed it, licked it, took the head in his mouth. …but it stayed limp. Gay sex Holding onto my stalk, he leaned in, kissed it, licked it, took the head in his mouth. …but it stayed limp. Built…this wasn’t going to end tonight, here, on the bed, he wasn’t finished with me and fuck, I was getting into it…Oh, Jesus, suck me daddy, suck your son. No one how has not been edged can understand the conflicting feelings of agony and desire. I feared something I did not even understand, Maybe he came in me, no way to know, I was screaming, crying, tears shot from my eyes. …I could not even speak to beg him to stop, to remember I was his son, he was hurting me badly.And then it was over. He covered my body with his, whispered in gasps his sorrow, his need to do what he’d done, his love, twisted now, I would see, I would see. . …I could feel him clean my ass, gently go in and rub…something that did make some of the pain go away.
