Caleb’s dad answered the door naked and sweaty holding his balled up boxers to cover his crotch. “Hey, Alec,” he greeted me. “Caleb’s at his mom’s tonight. Did he not tell you that, buddy?” Fuck, Mr Braxton is naked in front of me,” I thought as I quickly looked up to make eye contact. “I know, Mr B. I just need to pick up my gym bag. I left it here earlier,” I said. “Sorry I didn’t call first.” Mr Braxton thought for a minute and said, “Um, OK? Let me go and see if I can find it really quick,” he said as he turned to expose his hairy, sweaty ass to me. I figured I caught him after a workout and watched as he walked toward Caleb’s room. “Uh, Mr B ...” I tried to get his attention. I’d left my bag in the gym next to Mr B’s room in the other direction. “Should I go get it?” I thought to myself. I stepped past the half-opened door and walked quietly toward the room they’d turned into a gym. I got halfway down the hall and the floor squeaked. “Who was it, babe?” A familiar man’s voice called out from Mr Braxton’s bedroom. I froze. Dad? I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. My dad was on the bed with his ass in the air on all fours with his head turned toward the door now looking straight at me. “Son!” Dad said shocked. “Dad,” I replied. Just then Mr Braxton entered the room and said, “oh, fuck, Jim. I’m sorry.” By now Mr Braxton had dropped his boxers from covering his cock and I could see his slightly boned dick. I looked back to my dad. His ass looked amazing as he still knelt on all fours dripping sweat. Nobody said anything as I stood there with a boner in my basketball shorts looking at my dad. I was overwhelmed with lust and without thinking, I blurted out, “fuck, dad. Your ass is amazing.” Both dad and Mr Braxton both looked puzzled. I pulled down my basketball shorts and stood in my jock before shucking my T-shirt and walking to dad’s ass. The smell of sex and sight of dad’s sweaty hole took control as I leaned down and stuck my tongue in dad’s furry ass. He moaned as I ate his sexy hole. “Fuck, son. Oh my God. You’re eating my ass, Alec. That’s it, son,” he begged. By now Mr Braxton was at my ass and bent over and started slurping on my sweaty teen jock hole. He pulled on my jock straps as he stuck his dad tongue up my already-used hole. “Fuck, Alec,” he said. “Who creamed in your hole?” I stopped eating my dad’s ass and told him Caleb did. “He fucked me earlier on your bed.” Mr Braxton ate more ferociously as he realized it was his son’s seed. I removed my cock from the jock pouch and slammed it in dad’s used asshole. “Ugh,” he moaned. “Fuck me, son,” he begged. I drilled his hole for a few minutes before the smell of sex, Mr Braxton’s tongue in my ass and the feeling of my dad’s warm fuck hole was too much. I exploded into dad’s hole as I held his hips and he shot his own load all over Mr Braxton’s bed. When we caught our breath they told me they’d been fucking for a year since Mr Braxton’s divorce. I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for Caleb to come home tomorrow”
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