My dad had been calling and texting me repeatedly. Gay sex He grabbed a small travel size bottle of lube he must have kept hidden from his wife. He instructed me to get on all-fours. We melted into each other. “What was it you fantasized about?” My friend’s dad asked cheekily.“Lots of things… usually ending with you fucking me.” I answered honestly.“Christ!” Mr. A, I need you to fuck me.” I said, my breath haggard. Albrecht was a very successful private practice dermatologist, catering to the upscale, wealthy clientele in the city and suburbs. At 6’5 260lbs of solid, beefy, ex-jock muscle with a such a winning and affable way, it was impossible for him not to. He felt just as lucky as I did. Mr. “Tightest fucking hole.” He muttered to himself.Our breaths became ragged as we bore deeper, more forceful. I looked over my shoulders and watched him get into place. A continued. “That… was… better… than… last time.” I said between panting breaths. Damn, he had a great smile, the man lit up any room he was in. Mr. Albrecht broke the silence hanging in the air.
