He wasn’t cut out to be a husband or a father. The print of his mushroom head was hard to miss in his boxers.He came back from the kitchen and handed me a beer. Gay sex My dad kissed me again, tasting his load in my mouth. What are you doing here?” He asked turning to look at me.“I got an internship with the architects for the building. My mom always said he wasn’t reliable. I didn’t know what to say but I pulled at my pants. I never get to spend much time with him. “Shit, dad, you got skills.” “Yeah, I’m good at sex but it’s been a while since I have been fucked and this cock is making my ass twitch.” He said stroking my length.“Fuck dad, really?” Oh shit, was my dad going to let me fuck him or was I dreaming? I’ve never been there before. He was great, too good.
