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János Süli, hungarian politician

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Work-from-home fatty

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oooof this is getting heavy

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getting too fat for my own bath towels now 😳

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fat in motion

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Sexy bear in shower

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Getting ready for work.

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Horny Dad’s Secrets: I was shamelessly “bating the young man” and I knew it. “Why don’t I just jump in the shower and you go get us some beers out of the refrigerator and we can talk more.” As it turned out, the young man was 23 years old, and the Son of a long ago “college crush” that I had maintained minimal contact over the years. As I opened my flannel shirt, treating the young man to a view of my succulent nipples, soft chest, and wide belly, mindful that I was not wearing any underwear, I detected the unmistakable arousal and hunger in Chad’s eyes. “Seriously, there’s beer in the fridge, I just need to shower off, and we can head out and grab some dinner.” Chad had arrived two hours earlier to his home. The young man was on a “journey of sorts”. I remembered the telephone conversation weeks earlier with Chad’s father, who in retrospect was “kind of a dick”. “Chad just broke up with his girlfriend and is going through a rough time. He landed his first job not too far from where you live, and I thought it might be nice if you looked out for him during the transition.” I smiled as I looked over at Chad. Chad was actually staring at my nipples, and I could see that he might already be sporting an erection. Chad resembled his Dad, but was “much hotter.” Ginger haired, with some freckles, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a butt that had obviously been squatting repeatedly, and most likely, in response to repressed and unfulfilled sexual needs, I dropped my flannel shirt, and turned so that Chad could survey the landscape of my broad back, and soft round full ass. I could feel the young man’s eyes bore into my ass and turned at exactly the right moment. Chad blushed. I persisted, “Seriously, get me a beer, and yourself one too and we can continue talking.” I loved capitalising on the normality of “guys continuing to talk while they were naked and showering”, mindful of the sexual tension between us that had existed from the moment that Chad arrived. I remembered the warm embrace at our initial greeting and how Chad did not pull away when I pulled him into my soft body. As I soaped my body under the warm water, I recalled that Chad’s father’s cock was the first that I had ever sucked. Under the pretence of one too many beers, Chad’s father offered up his cock for servicing. I had had such a crush on Chad’s Dad and enthusiastically kissed, tasted, licked, sucked and swallowed his tasty cock twice that night. His Father moaned in pleasure as he filled my mouth and coated my throat with the first taste of sperm that was not of my own making. I had thought, at the time, that it would be the beginning of a relationship and was crestfallen, that instead it was the beginning of a distance that had hence defined our relationship across these many years. As I heard Chad walk back into his bedroom, I called out. “Bring my beer in here Sport….”. I was already semi-aroused, and instinctively knew that the thickness of my cock and its lengthening would not go unnoticed by the young man. Horny Dads and Curious Sons, I thought, have a way of finding one another, and in this case, with some unconscious help from a most unlikely source. Chad walked into the bathroom, averting eye-contact and handed me the beer. “Thanks Sport. You need a shower too before we head-out?”. Chad looked at me, deeply and with a longing that I recognised. “Let’s not waste the water, c’mon join me” I opened the shower enclosure and nodded the young man in. Chad smiled and undressed in a flash. The young man’s body was smooth, tight, and exquisitely muscled. Chad was already erect; his cock was even more desirable than that of his father from so many years back. Chad hesitated and took a step forward, “Never done this Sir.” I took Chad by the hand and drew him towards me, “Well let’s make this especially memorable for you than Son.” And with that, I was kissing Chad and pulling him under the warm water, repeating our first hug, only this time, we were both nude and hard. I pressed my lips and then my tongue into the Chad’s warm and wet mouth. Chad whimpered and then yielded and then began to kiss me passionately back in response. My hands wandered over the young man’s firm smooth body as Chad’s hands did the same over my body, first tentatively and then with a curiosity and force that nearly took my breadth away. Chad’s hands trembling at first, became more confident. Chad whispered “Your tits are so sexy” as he began to fondle each in turn. Chad’s lips and tongue followed his hands as he begin sucking on my nipples. It was now I that was moaning. “Nurse on my tits Son, there all yours”. The encouragement seemed to egg him on, as his tongue licked, sucked and softly bit on my engorged nipples. And then, we were kissing again with an urgency. My hands found his hefty thick cock as his hands were fondling my big round ass. I whispered, “Your Dad told me that you just broke up with your girlfriend.” With a devilish smile he responded, “I need to get laid”. I stuck my ass back into his hand and his deft fingers begin probing and poking my moist tight asshole. With a devilish smile I responded, “Well I think you are going to get laid this afternoon.” And with that comment, we both started laughing and relaxed into the exiting intimacy that was growing and unfolding between us. Both clean and horny, we toweled each other off, as we teased one another’s cocks with our lips and tongues.At one point, Chad was on his knees, as I towered over him, sniffing, kissing, tasting, licking , sucking and swallowing my cock reminiscent of the way that I had done to his Father’s cock so many years back. My asshole was dilating, I needed to “be fucked”. I pulled him up from his knees and slowly led him to my king sized bed. I laid on my back, spreading my thighs wide and pulling my knees up. Chad kneeled between my thighs with authority and confidence, as he gently lifted my legs and begin to massage and probe my hot responsive asshole. I fondled my heavy tits in response. Chad whispered, “This is what I have always wanted…”. I looked him deep in the eye, “Breed me Son, fuck me…”. Chad’s wet cock head begin pressing against my ready asshole. I could feel his warm precum, as his the head of his cock pressed slowly inward. His thick mushroom head pushed its way into me. I gasped at the pain, as a wave of simultaneous pleasure flowed through my body as I felt his hardness slowly fill me. Chad’s face looked so incredibly happy, “You feel amazing Dad….” I gripped his tight and hard buttocks, “Fill me up Son, I need your cock and sperm.” Chad pushed his full length in, the pain gave way to ecstasy as we begin moving together as one. HIs thrusts were long and deep, our eyes were locked, his hands were milking my cock as we fucked, as mine were pulling his tight buttocks deeper and harder. Chad bellowed, “Take my cock Dad, it’s always been only for you”. And deep in my heart, I knew his words to be true. And as he shot his first load deep into my ass, as my cock unloaded all over my belly, I realized that his Father had sent his Son to be the lover to me , that he had always wanted to be, and with that there was an intense momentary feeling of both forgiveness and love for Chad’s Dad, as his Son’s warm creamy sperm claimed it’s rightful place deep in my ass.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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violin shaped body .. i’d play that

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Gay Boi’s Secrets: He was everything that I wanted in a Dad and Husband and more. He had the kind of body and sophisticated good looks that made my Son body and psyche immediately responsive. I was the summer college intern assigned to his marketing division. Dad was open and frank about his requirements, “Son, you are going to work your ass off this summer and learn a great deal. And in the process, you are going make me and my department look good.” Dad was true to his word. He took a personal interest in mentoring me and drove me to perform at an intense level opening up sources of creativity and originality within myself that I had never known. In the process, we spent a great deal of time together at work. From the first meeting, I had noticed his stocky and thick frame: His clothes fit tightly and the shape of his soft full chest and belly pressing against his dress shirt aroused me. He was big waisted and his trousers nicely framed his generous full ass. I was his polar opposite body-wise…lean, lightly muscled with long legs and a thin waist. Our bodily contrast and the difference in our ages and his expertise was an “incredible turn-on”. Dad never talked about a wife or a girlfriend and his office was notably absent of any personal effects which might reveal the status of his home situation. I thought there might be an opportunity, yet I knew that I would have to make the first move. I remembered the moment. I had just finished a product promotional plan for a new brand of shave cream. He loved my graphics, the research I had conducted, and my initial “pitch”. He was always lavish in his praise, “Son, this is great. You have exceeded my expectations.” He had been using the affectionate term “Son” for a while. I noted the word, and hoped that it was both affectionate and perhaps sexual. I responded the first time, “Thanks Dad, I live to pleasure you.”. The phrase hung between us in the room. There was an awkward silence, some furtive eye-contact. I was aroused and emboldened. I told him that I had also prepared some photo images for his review. He seemed distracted, yet instructed me to continue. “I think Dad…”, I used the term again deliberately and slowly. “For the photo shoots, we should use older stocky attractive “real men”, rather than the typical young male models often used to promote male personal products”. I continued, “Our best target market for this high end shave product, our guys my age with disposable income and an interest to explore new things.” I paused for effect, “Many of them are intensely attracted to older men.” I showed him the photo images. Most were of older men whose body frame and built were remarkably similar to his.” I could see him, thinking, as he looked at the photos. I heard him, “Really, you think guys like you would find these images appealing and erotic?”. I responded without hesitation, “I sure do Dad Few may admit it, but for me, there is no sexier image than older men like these.” A broad smile face crossed my face. I heard my words, “ And if I can, I would love to take you out for a drink tonight Dad.” I was incredibly nervous, yet my hard cock by now, was doing the talking. Dad hesitated, our eye contact was prolonged and then he suggested that we might enjoy dinner and a drink at his house. Turns out, he is gourmet chef, who knows how to feed that perfectly thick and soft Dad body. That night, we savoured the food he had prepared and after dinner we ended up naked in his queen sized bed. I tasted, licked, touched, sniffed and savoured every inch of his manly body. He liked men who were younger and lean and his appetite met or exceeded mine at every turn. At one point, we were in the “69″ position, his warm insistent tongue was licking, rimming and penetrating my moist asshole as my mouth was sucking on his already wet cock. I knew that he was preparing “my pussy” for his use as I readied his cock for even more pleasure. And yet, I needed to taste, lick and smell his ass crack and asshole. As if reading my mind, like every good Dad does, he shifted his position, and lowered his ass onto my face. I was lost in an erotic moment that I had always “lusted for”, but never known. As he smothered my face with his full thick soft ass, I inhaled and tasted of the most private part of his manly body. I was moaning in pleasure. My tongue was probing his asshole in imitation of how Dad had just probed “my pussy”. I needed to be fucked and again my Dad knew. As he was kneeling on the bed naked stopping momentarily to put on a condom, reflected was the image of my Dad’s wide thick back, generous soft mid-section, and full soft butt. My ass dilated to receive his cock, as he penetrated me. I knew that his thick butt, that I had just admired in the mirror and rimmed, would soon begin the thrusting that I needed and craved. Dad and I would become one in our sexual intercourse and his sperm would soon be feeding and flowing throughout my receptive body which had been divinely created solely for his sexual satisfaction. Dad was true to his word, “I was stretched beyond my wildest dreams as “my ass” was throughly and lovingly plowed”. It was the kind of work that every gay Son longs to do for his Dad and both of us knew it.

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When the Boss and the College-aged Intern submit to their deepest desires….please share, and if you like, let your followers know whether you are more “a boss” or more “an intern”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets: I had been planning for this moment for months. Mr. Carlson was sitting on my sofa, his arms spread wide talking in an animated way, “Never would thought it possible Ricky…” I had suggested when we arrived to my place that he slip out of his suit jacket. As I placed his suit jacket on my bed in the other room, I inhaled deeply; the scent of his expensive cologne with a tinge of his musk and perspiration from a long day at the office aroused me. I walked back into the living room. Mr. Carlson was everything I had ever sexually desired in a Dad figure, and he looked even sexier sitting on my tiny apartment sofa than in the office. Dad continued, “I mean really Ricky, we closed that deal together quicker than either of us had ever anticipated.” I entered the room and approached him on the coach, with a flute of Rosé Champagne in my hands for both of us. I could feel the arousal in my cock and the churning of sperm in my balls as I took in all of him. Mr. Carlson dressed impeccably and elegantly. His wide soft belly stretched the fabric of his white dress shirt, and his suspenders which held up his tight expensive dress pants highlighted his stout thick torso. As I handed him the flute, I slowly took in the expanse of his crotch. His thighs were short and compact and spread, I could see the outline of his big balls. “Not sure if I should have anything more to drink Ricky, after the wine we already enjoyed back at the lounge.” It was my suggestion that the two of us go out to celebrate, and together we had already consumed a bottle of wine. My eyes followed the lines of his luxurious silk tie which rested seductively on his bulge. “C’mon, one more for the road, Mr. Carlson”. As he took the flute and smiled, I noted his gold wedding band and Rolex watch, the folds of his chin, his handsome mature face, and his balding head. I sat deliberately close to him on my sofa. It had been my suggestion that we stop off at my apartment for a night cap. Mr. Carlson hesitated for a moment and than dutifully called his wife, advising her that he might be out late. I took it as a promising sign and when I settled next to him on the sofa, Mr. Carlson noticed my proximity, but did not pull away. I held my flute up, “To a great team….you and I.” Our eyes met and held one another. A blush flushed across Mr. Carlson’s face and yet he held my gaze as we clicked our flutes. I was his 30 year old protege hired by the firm to support his executive duties. Like Dad, I was on the stocky side, and enjoyed wearing expensive suits. Several of our colleagues pointed out that “we could pass as Dad and Son” given our similar colouring and built. When I saw the framed family photos of his adult Sons, who like their Dad were balding and had married buxom women, I had thought that I could easily pass as their younger Brother; the one who was Gay and in love with “our Father” and sexually excited by mature men who looked just like him. We both slowly sipped the crisp clean champagne. My thigh opened further so that it could touch Mr. Carlson’s. There was warmth, and excitement and a prolonged silence. My hand nervously and tentatively rested on his thigh which I gently squeezed. I could hear him exhale deeply. I whispered, “I am glad you are here with me in my apartment tonight.” Mr. Carlson looked at me and smiled. He whispered back, “I have never done this before Ricky.” My hand more confidently moved up his thigh and rested only inches away from his cock which was growing under the expensive fabric. “I really really like you Mr. Carlson.” I could hear his breathing and thought his heart was probably racing. He shifted just enough so that my hand was now on his cock. I begin to fondle his cock through the fabric. “You feel so good Dad…” My hand was slowly massaging his cock. His eyes were closed and yet his hand reached over and begin to fondle my cock as well. There we were, sitting side my side in our expensive clothes, a bit buzzed, fondling each other’s cocks. Mr. Carlson whispered, “You feel so good too Son.” And with that, I climbed up and onto his lap . My thighs rested comfortably on each side of his waist, and his big hands tentatively wrapped around my torso as I lowered my ass onto his lap. We looked at each other deeply, and then Dad kissed me. It was gentle and tender; likely the first time he had ever kissed another man I smiled, “Thank you Dad.”, I repeated, “I really really like you….Dad”. And he responded with a more passionate intense kiss. Our lips, mouths and tongues explored one another. We were momentarily lost in our lust. I could feel his cock getting harder and longer. I moved my ass on his lap to take in Dad’s sexual excitement and to also telegraph my own. When our kiss ended, Dad whispered, “I really really like you too Son” . And with those words, I leaned into Dad, taking down one and then the other suspender, as Dad’s hands in turn begin to undo my tie. And I knew that we would slowly and seductively undress one another, sniffing and enjoying every article of clothing before we were naked together pursuing the forbidden pleasures that we each desired. And I also knew, that Dad would be very late in returning home to his Wife which further excited me.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.