A few seconds later, he slid a second finger in and began to twist and turn and scissor them, stretching Dad’s opening. “Um, just how drunk was I?”My mind flashed back to last night and I averted my eyes. Gay sex “More… more…”How long had he been standing there filming? When Dillon thrust in, Chad pulled out; when Chad pushed in, Dillon withdrew. Dad moaned, his legs fell open, and he began to thrust up into Ron’s cupped hand. Then I opened the windows, stripped and remade the bed, and tossed everything into the washer.Back in Dad’s room, I hauled Rundy to his feet and, with his head on my shoulder and his chest pressed against mine, backed my way out and down the hall. His grunts dissolved into another long, low moan, and then, to my astonishment, he began to push back onto the fingers!“That’s right, Greg,” Ron said, smiling at me as Dad humped his hand. “More… more…”How long had he been standing there filming? He gulped thirstily. “You’ll have to take a turn next and let me know.”“No, stop!” I cried, but my objection lacked conviction. He was a mess and I never wanted anything more in my life.His underwear was next. He caught my eye and winked, then pulled
