He didn’t look at me, but he sighed, a deep, shuddering breath, and very slowly let go, allowing me to take over, to work it for him.I kept stroking him, trying to mimic the way he did it, listening to his breathing for cues. And if you have a boner, instead of pretending you don’t, maybe we could just jerk off together? Gay porn And I look at porn and stuff. “Is Dad, like, fat? Who is that?”Gram Hurly let out a delighted squeal, shaking so much with laughter that she had to set her wine glass down with a clink. Who cares?”“But look at how cute he was in high school,” I insisted, pushing the yearbook into her view.“Cute?” she asked, finally rolling her eyes. My sister’s casual observation echoed in my head: “built-fat.”Sliding into bed, I felt an unfamiliar sense of being more boyish than usual compared to Dad’s substantial proportions. “I only brought enough for the week.”“Dad, I’m so embarrassed,” I whispered, shame burning my cheeks.“Well, pal, I hate to break it to you,” he said, his voice softer now, “but you’re not the first teenage boy to have a wet dream at a sleepover in the pool house.
