My father shifted position slightly and looking down I could see a glistening pearl of juice appear amongst the folds of his generous foreskin, like a moist flower petal. Reaching across I touched (as gently as possible) that small viscous drop, rubbing it between my fingers like velvet before raising it to my nose and rubbing it onto my lips, shooting me back years to the first time I’d tasted my father.At which point he opened his eyes sleepily and looked directly into mine, a sly grin stealing across his face like sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds. I was woken by my father’s soft breathing, punctuated occasionally by a gentle snore. Gay sex His breathing returned to normal, his eyes remained closed in sleep. I leant across and kissed his lips softly. Then, lying down in the cooling pool of my father’s semen, I added my own as I had done so many times in the past. Probably, but he never let on, and I enjoyed my guilty secret. There was something of that thrill now as I watched his stomach expand and contract, his eyelids faintly fluttering in deep sleep as his lovely body lay dormant and still so close beside me. The hair on his chest and stomach turning silver and grey,
