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drakestories:

I think I created a Frankenstein’s monster. Whenever Dan and I are around the backyard alone, now, my son will start playing with himself. At first I try not to notice, thinking if I don’t pay attention, he’ll stop. But my son’s dick is big - a nice and thick tool that gets steel hard at the drop of a hat. I can’t help staring and Dan notices.

"Sorry, Dad, I can’t help it. I’m really horny."

"You’re always horny," I reply, shifting in my chair a little to ease the pressure in my crotch.

"What do you expect? I’m 22," my son replies matter-of-factly. Now he’s pulling back the material of his briefs and letting his hard rod pop out. It bounces along his hairy leg and soon is poking straight up. "Whaddya say, Dad? Think you can help me out this morning?"

I’m definitely going to give him another lecture about how we can’t keep doing this. But after. First I’m going to have one last go at his young stud erection, stuffing it into my mouth and feeling the hard shaft thrust in and out of my throat before discharging its hot, salty morning seed into me. I want to feel that one more time.

As I get on my knees and start licking my son’s cock, I feel his hands on my hair, encouraging me. “That’s it, Dad. Suck my fucking bone.”