His bushy black mustache twitched above his full lips. Gay sex I inspected every inch of the dingy white cotton, turning it slowly in my hands. Dad!”Sal did not stop. How was it possible to feel two such equal and opposite sensations in one kiss? We were looking at each other.Our lips were touching. I pressed the fabric to my nose, inhaling every particle of my stepdad’s aroma. I never called him Dad unless I really needed him.And right now, I really needed him.I let it sink in before I continued, with a hint of shy vulnerability in my voice. The balloon of semen drooped between my spread fingers. When I reached up, I didn’t grab the condom in his outstretched hand. oh God, Dad.”Sal moved to stop and I grabbed his hands. I’m sorry, I’ll stop bothering you about this kind of stuff.” I turned as if to go, knowing I wouldn’t get far.“Bud. Still nothing. The balloon of semen drooped between my spread fingers. My tongue slipped between his lips.My fingers ran through his dark curls. I wanted his cum, not just his stale, leftover piss and sweat stains. why do you ask?”Mom gave me a concerned look.
