“Whaddya say, bro?” he grunted, licking and nibbling at my ear lobe.I wanted it. Gay porn No softening cock this time, my father’s meat twitched in its hardness as I boned him. The dad-son mating was fevered. God, I wanted. His hairline was receding but if anything that made his solid coach bod even better looking, kind of the best of both worlds, being a 31 year old dude starting to rock the daddy look a little. “You think Dad hit the bars tonight?” I asked. We’d have to see how long I’d go before making that a reality.”Fuck me Dad!” our father bellowed, getting real into it, his hips bucking a little to work his cock in my lubed fist and to meet the fantasy patriarch’s thrusts. One of those sudden, no-warning orgasms. Pop…” Then looking up at me he took my son-prick into my mouth. “If you’re sure.””Sure I’m sure,” I said. “Dick me, Dad. My brother-husband’s strong hands gripped my waist as he powered his second cum of the night inside me. “Don’t want to spoil your date night, Kyle,” he said softly.”When did you ever spoil anything, Dad?” I asked.
