My kid and I have had a good thing going. Since my boy opened up about how big he’s been crushing on his old man junior year we’ve been fucking like two rabbits. Fooling around behind the wife’s back gives me a twinge of guilt every once in a while, but man getting to fuck jock tail all the time makes it worth it.
I’ll say it, I’m an ass man. It’s what initially drew me to my boy’s mom. But Brody’s ass is stacked. The perfect muscle boy ass that dimples when he’s flexing his glutes and showing off for me, but just the right amount of give so it jiggles when I pound him. I thank god every day my big guy went into baseball. When we first started fooling around the kid was practically hairless. A light dusting of teen fuzz here and there. Two years later puberty has done a number to the fucker. Strength training from his coaches is one thing. But the fur is what really gets my dick dripping.
Eating out my big guy has practically become a second job for me. If we really have time for a good fuck session, I’ll eat his tail out for a good hour before laying pipe into his wet and waiting jock pussy. Nothing like it in the world I’ll tell ya. Brody always tasted great. That teen-jock gaminess to him. Sweat and a faint taste of bodywash. But with the new addition of the fur dusting his ass the kid is really coming into his own as a big manly jock. Fanning out above his ass and deep into his trench there’s a new and manly scent to him.
Call it what you want. Horomomes, pheromones, whatever. The scent of Brody’s jock pussy makes me go fucking feral. And don’t even get me started about how he tastes after ball practice. The kid knows not to shower now until I get home after work and get a crack at cleaning out his tail with my tongue. That fucking man taste, that salty musk he gets these days is going to leave me with a serious case of empty nest syndrome when he goes off to college in the fall.
