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The Secret Passion of Ed Asner
Chapter Thirteen: Poolside Fuck
Featuring Ed Asner
My name is Rob and I’m the lover of my best friend Matt’s father who just happens to be Ed Asner, the guy who plays Lou Grant on The Mary Tyler Moore Show. If you read the first installment to this story, you learned that we got together during his separation with his wife.
Knowing it was just Ed home, I decided to playfully surprise him. He was a 5'7", broad shoulders and was covered in fur from head to toe, making him that much more attractive in my eyes. Just a big, burly Daddy bear. Ed swims to the edge and walks out, shaking the water from his head and ears and fondles himself as he walks to where his towel is. Turning his back to me he picks up a towel and begins to dry off. I begin to breath hard and play with my own swelling erection when he turns and dries. Then, spreading the towel, he lays down and joy of joy, begins to masturbate that organ that indirectly, gave me life.
I couldn’t tolerate this anymore and stripped, nearly ripping my shirt off as I walk from the bushes nude and erect, expecting Ed to be startled.
“Oh… good morning… and apparently getting better by the minute.” Ed said as I approached.
Reaching up with those big strong hands of his, Ed started masturbating me, from my ball sack to my glans, slowly and firmly, making my balls do a polka. At the first gleam of pre-cum, he stopped just behind the head, squeezed a huge gob of fluid from the the end of my purpling member. Then he licked it before swallowing my entire organ.
Looking down, I saw his thinning pate as his lips found the root of my cock. My hands immediately went to the back of his head and pulled him onto me as I felt the back of his throat open. My cock head went deep into his throat as I began fucking that wonderous mouth.
I strained at the wet warmth of his mouth, trying hard not to cum. He slowly worked my cock over from stem to stern with his tongue before taking my balls into his mouth until they were soaked in saliva. I was getting close to cumming when Ed suddenly pulled away, laid back on the lounge chair, spread his legs, shook his hard cock at me and motioned for me to take him.
I looked down on his inviting big body and lean down to kiss him. He started to move his hand up and down my back before pulling me down on top of him. I started moving my hips and rubbing our dicks together as hard as he could. The friction of our dicks rubbing together was fantastic.
We stayed like this making out for awhile. First I kissed him and started running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I squeezed his nipples and then ran my hand down to his cock. While I was still kissing him I started to jack him off. As he got closer he started to moan and I kissing my way down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner, working on him till he was moaning. He started thrusting into my throat, making me gag.
“Did your wife ever suck you like that?” I asked, taking a moment to breathe.
“If she did, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
I climbed on top of him, reached behind myself and started playing with his cock, running it up and down my crack. Moments later, I was guiding his cock into my hole with one hand and tweaking his nipple with the other, before I started to push my ass down on his shaft. Just then, Ed reached down, pulled my cheeks apart and groaned as his meat went in. Just as he had half in, he immediately thrust the rest of 7 inches into me causing me to gasp loudly. So loudly in fact that I’m sure the neighbors heard.
“I’m not too big for you, am I?” Ed asked with a devilish grin.
“Not at all.” I replied as I put both hands on his chest and started bouncing up and down on his cock, “Your more than enough for me.”
Ed let me take control, so I rode his dick, stopping whenever I thought he was getting close to coming so we could kiss some more. After teasing him and prolonging the excitement, he was desperate to cum. Just then, this bear of a man took charge and flipped me over onto my back.
Forcing my legs in the air, Ed carefully put his thick mushroom head against my hole as he looked down at me.
“Here it comes.” He said as he rammed that hard rod deep into my ass.
I clutched at his shoulders and moaned as Ed’s pre-cum loaded cock slide in and out and my ass. I loved the sound of his fat balls slapping my upturned ass, keeping time with his deep, steady thrusts. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again. Then I watched as he fucked me. I could see his belly jiggle as he moved in and out. I could see the twinkle in his eye as he looked me square in the eye, smiled, and whispered, “Damn, I love fucking you.”
I moaned, groaned and enjoyed every minute of his pounding. I didn’t want him to stop as my own penis was flopping against my belly; hard as granite. I had small streams of precum crisscrossing my hairy belly from all the pressure on my prostate. Soon, I felt a familiar sensation in my balls, which were getting stimulated and pounded by his ever-thrusting belly.
“I’m about to cum.” I said as Ed smiled through lustful eyes and sweat dripping off his brow.
Then he leaned back a bit and the big mushroom of his cock began to pop my prostrate with every stroke. Ed knew how to use his cock as I didn’t even have to mine, feeling a big orgasm sear through my shaft. Ed quit thrusting and looked down at my groin. My first shot of cum pumped onto my chest and the next 5 landed on my belly and groin. Ed looked quite pleased as he noticed the look of euphoria on my face.
I felt like I had cum all the sperm from both of my testicles. My chest heaved and the stars began to clear from my eyes. I realized Ed’s cock was still buried in my clenching rear end when he resumed the steady stroke of his mature cock. Within a minute, Ed was pounding me so hard the lounge chair shook violently as I thought would collapse from his hard pounding.
Pinned under him, all I could do was take it. He wanted to cum and I couldn’t wait to see this old bear of a man unload his sperm into or onto me. I guess having only had sex with his wife for all these years and now fucking someone new must be enticing him on. I knew he was getting close to cumming because involuntary grunts began to emerge from his throat.
Suddenly, he sat back on his haunches and all seven inches of cock popped from my ass. I groaned at the sudden loss of his perfectly shaped cock as Ed reared up on his knees and stroked his fat cock rapidly.
“I’m cumming.” Ed gasped as he short stroked that big stud penis of his until his cock erupted like a geyser.
Rope after white rope of cum pumped out of his fat mushroom, hitting my chest and belly before he started to tail off. I was covered in lines of cum as I watched Ed squeeze every ounce of cum from his withering meat. His breath came in ragged gasps and pants.
“Oh god that felt good.” He said as he fell on top of me, exhausted.
Ed and I lay next to each other, sweating, satiated, waiting for another arousal.
Mark brought in a package from his doorstep, wondering what came when he hadn't ordered anything. He opened it to find a black and brown pair of swim briefs, 'Daddy Bear' written on its waistband. He was confused until he checked the mailing address and it made sense. The package was meant to be delivered to one of his fag neighbors. Mark shook his head, bringing it over to the trash can planning to throw it out when he got a strange feeling that he should try it on.
"Why not?" He thought, bringing it into his bedroom and beginning to strip.
He was surprised at how comfortable it was, the elastic fitting his body well. Guess the gays knew their clothes after all. He decided to leave it on for now, tainting the perverse attire with his sweaty cock. There was a strange satisfaction he hadn't felt before at that thought, his groin stirring, but he shrugged it off, starting to complete the rest of his day.
Despite the light outfit he found himself beginning to sweat more than usual just walking around the house. He quickly grew sore in his lower back and legs, trying to do his best to ignore it until something at the bottom of his vision caught his eye. He was in the middle of doing laundry when he caught something white jiggling right at the bottom of his vision. He was in the middle of doing laundry, constantly seeing something white jiggling as he moved clothes over machines. He grew more and more annoyed by it until he finally looked down to try to address it.
He didn't know what he was looking at, a messy white expanse swallowing the bottom of his vision. He gasped when it finally came into focus, revealing a thick white carpet of hair that stretched over his chest sitting a good few inches in front of his chin. He placed his hand on his body, confirming what he was seeing. He had never been hairy, but now a forest of curls spread over his skin, pricked by his fingers as he moved his palm over it. What he felt was his body gave easily under pressure, his digits sinking into the soft massive expanse and moving to his slightest touch.
Panicked he hurried back to his bedroom to look in the mirror, each heavy step sending a shockwave through his entire figure. He stopped once he finally saw himself in the glass, drinking in what had happened. His body spread out under his face, layers of fat wrapping over him giving him a plush round appearance. His head was bald, his chin coated in a white beard surrounded by a low second chin, his face chubby without a neck. Two fat tits sat above a gelatinous belly, the crease between his hanging midriff and thick legs hiding the straps of his briefs.
He was distracted by a knock on the door, panicking as it began to open realizing he never locked it. His neighbor walked in, turning to see Mark standing there in his massive glory. Mark felt his heart skip a beat seeing him, affection gripping his heart looking at the cute cub in a way he hadn't seen him before.
"I think my package might have been left here, do you happen to have it?" The neighbor asked approaching, a devious look in his eyes.
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Gay Boi’s Secrets: It all felt so unreal and yet, for months, there had been some tension in our relationship. Mr. Bowers and my Dad had been business partners for as long as I could remember. I was 24, fresh out of graduate school, and had long understood my exclusive attraction and appetite for men old enough to be my Dad. As Mr. Bowers dropped his expensive dress trousers revealing his perfect butt, lifting his legs, and reaching for his dress socks. I felt my instant erection. “Never saw a need to wear briefs, Tommy.” I swallowed, my eyes locked on his as the arch of his back, pushed his butt outward. “You have a great ass Mr. Bowers.” He laughed, “Yeah that’s what the women tell me.” I met his eyes, “And the men, what do they tell you?” He flashed an enigmatic smile, “Hard to say Tommy, never been one to think about what other men thought of my ass.” I felt my confidence as my cock was raging, “And yet, here you are, putting your ass on full display for me.” Mr Bowers chuckled, “Well I thought, you know, mid-life crisis and all…” I smiled in retort and took a step towards him, while realizing that I was unzipping my trousers. “It’s important to experiment Mr. Bowers, to have new experiences, and your ass, your ass is so fucking fine and delicious looking.” Mr. Bowers dropped his shirt, his finely muscled back, complimented his perfectly round smooth ass. “Never had a woman refer to my ass as “delicious-looking Tommy”. I reached my hands towards his hips and noticed that Mr. Bowers did not pull away. I whispered, “It’s about time that someone called your ass delicious-looking…Dad”. Our eyes locked again, I could see that is cock was lengthening and thickening.” For a moment, Mr. Bowers hesitated, “What would your Father think, of us, right now?” My hands reached around and rubbed his abdomen, “He would tell me to go for it. To always pursue my desires.” I reached down for his cock and kissed his shoulder. Mr. Bowers moaned, “Does your Father know that you are a cocksucker, Son?” I whispered, “”Every Dad knows when his Son is a cocksucker.” Mr. Bowers turned and smiled, allowing me to wrap my arms around him. “And every Dad secretly needs a cock-worshipping Son, Mr. Bowers.” And with that, my lips pressed against his. Mr. Bowers did not resist, on the contrary, like every Dad secretly in need of an adult Gay Son, his hands reached around and cupped my butt and he pulled me closer, and at that moment, we both knew that a new happy chapter in our relationship was about to begin. And as we were passionately kissing, and Mr. Bowers begin to pull at my clothing in an attempt to have me naked, I knew that my Dad would be so fucking proud of his Stud Son.
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The new assignment was a glorified PR for the local police force. A puff piece for sheriff’s department looking to boost it’s presence and image through “in depth look” on inner workings of small town police force. It’s type of assignment is looked down upon by any journalist with shred of self respect. But I was new and the owners of the media company was friend of sheriff so I got the job that no one wanted.
All I had to do was accompany the sheriff for a few days to take photos and conduct quick interviews here and there. I was cursing myself for my bad luck until I saw the man who I’m supposed to work with.
He was one gorgeous silver chub who made me speechless. I had a thing for older guys but he was in different plane of existence. It’s as if someone had molded the sheriff out of my dream man fantasies. His solid but low hanging gut, round firm ass and the mustache…..oh the mustache!! My heart almost melted away when he greeted me with his mellow smile. I didn’t know how I kept cool when all I wanted to do was rip his pants off and pound his bubble butt with my hard dick.
We chatted a bit before heading out to the first event that I was supposed to cover. It was an annual town celebration. It was nothing fancy just a small gathering of towns folk doing barbecues and performances by local artists. He was there to provide onsite security and also to make a brief speech during opening ceremony. I kept the recorder rolling since I knew I wasn’t going to hear word of it. I was too focused on sheriff to give a damn about anything else. I didn’t forget to keep taking photos of that sexy chub of town sheriff. I snaked in a few general crowd shots but it was mostly him. I never realized how much I enjoyed seeing the man of my dreams in a uniform.
The first day was just one event and the sheriff gave me a ride back to station where I have parked my car. We chatted about mundane stuff like weather and town gossips for a while. He asked me if I was new to the town and was seeing anyone. At first I thought he was may be trying to play a match maker but then I realized that he wasn’t wearing any ring. It made my body tense up. Chances are he was just trying to find as much information as possible about the new residence of the town….or…..he could be hitting on me. I knew the chance was slim to none but I’ve deiced to come out clean and just mentioned that it’s difficult to date a guy in a small town. He just chuckled a bit and agreed completely. It’s a type of reaction that I didn’t expect. He just carried on with normal conversation so I thought my overactive imagination was making me see things that aren’t there. I’ve noticed his hand on the gear stick brushing up on side of my leg but I thought nothing of it.
The next day was a bit more hectic then the first. He had to go to city council meeting for monthly report, followed by a visit to local high school for career day event. The meeting was even worse than anyone could have imagined. I barely managed to not fall asleep by focusing on my job. I took a few shots of the sheriff during his report and after when he lined up with attendees all for the group shot.
We had to take small detour to assist on controlling the crowd at a scene of triple car wreck. It’s a sad thing when a triple car wreck is considered an exciting event. Luckily no one was killed or badly hurt so the site was under control within an hour. He looked stressed and exhausted.On the way to high school, he confessed that everybody wanted his time for such a minor issues like he was the only cop in town. He was expected to show his face on pretty much anything and it was taking a toll on him for awhile. He said he has no one to talk about this kind of stuff because he was the one who was supposed to solve everyone’s problem. I kinda pity the man after hearing his issues. For a second I understood how desperate and alone he must feel if he was rambling on about his problems to person he barely knows…a journalist to cover him at that.
What he did next however, just blew my mind. He just glanced at me quickly and said he didn’t find anything or anyone that can help relief his stress. As he was saying that I felt something was touching my leg and saw his hand was squeezing my thigh. It gave me an instant hard on which he noticed immediately. His hand moved quickly to squeeze my crouch, massaging my rock hard cock. An instinct kicked and I was doing the same to him before I realized what was really happening. He just said he noticed me checking him out and was so glad to hear that I was into guys. It’s been years since he had a good proper fucking and I was going to give it to him. I would have gave it to him right there if we weren’t running late to his career day presentation.
I was on auto pilot during the career day presentation. I just took random photos of students and him. The recorder was running so I didn’t have to focus on anything. I just needed a time to process what has happened. The chubby sheriff of my dream wanted me……….not just that but he wanted me to fuck him badly. The event was coming to an end and I had to take the last rounds of photos of him getting tank you notes from student. That’s when I noticed a sly smile on his face that only I understood. We drove back to the station to pick up my car at lighting speed so I could ditch my car at my apartment to avoid raising any suspicions. I parked my car and hopped on sheriff’s car right away for short journey to his house at the outskirt of the town. It was secluded bungalow surrounded by tress which obscured the views from outside. It made perfect sense given what he had told be earlier today. He wanted peace and quite. Unfortunate for him what I planned was anything but.
I told him he better have a spare pants as soon as we entered his house. I then ripped back of his pants before he could react. I grabbed him by the hair and gave him a passionate kiss which he reciprocated. It became a bit blurry after that since both of us were just horny as hell. All I remember is that I took a charge and fucked sheriffs brains out just as he wanted. Seeing a sheriff of the town underneath you in full uniform and begging to be fucked would drive anyone crazy. When I came to, I was resting on top of him while his legs were still spread wide open to accommodate my still rock hard cock buried deep in his man cunt. I heard giggling and saw that sheriff had a wide grin on his face. He just said this somehow alleviated all the heavy burdens he felt over the years. Talking to me during the drive eased him up a bit but the fucking and the way I took complete charge of the situation did the trick. He loved the feeling of not being in charge and being told what to do. He said we should do this more. I replied simply that who am I to argue with sheriff of the town. I also added that given the severity of his prolonged suffering, perhaps we should do this as often as possible…perhaps even everyday to some extent. That brought a sleazy smile on his face. I responded in kind by slowly pulling out of his moist cunt and ramming my cock back into him for another round.
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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.
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Gay Boi’s Secrets: It was our first official date. Dad had invited me to accompany to his buddy’s wedding. I was tongue-tied by the invite and blushed crimson before blurting out, “Yes, of course, I will come (”cum”) with you.” If he noticed my use of the word “come”, instead of the more appropriate word, “go”, I do not know, but from that moment onward was all I could think about was being his “date” for a night at a wedding no less! It was more than my 27 year old brain could tolerate after admiring him from afar for over a year, and slowly striking up a friendship of sort over the last three months. From the get-go, he called me “Sport”, in deference to my age and youthful exuberance, and I responded by calling him “Dad”. We became Sport and Dad when we addressed one another, our friends knew as Tommy and Earl. I often imagined how our initials engraved on bedsheets and linens would look. I was hopelessly smitten, yet assumed, he was “out of my league”. I was what other guys considered “cute” with a “decent, though unremarkable physique”, probably a 7.0 on a good day. In my minds-eye, Dad was a 10 on a mediocre day. His height, weight, and girth overwhelmed me with the desire to be naked in his shower followed by a night of “love-making” in his oversized King-sized bed. It was all scripted in my mind in a somewhat predictable, though no less exciting way. And now, here Dad was in my living room, looking incredibly dapper in his bow tie with his belly stretching the fabric of his white dress shirt, introducing himself as “Earl” to my actual father and mother. The fact that he towered over my biological Dad, did not go unnoticed by either of them or me for that matter. I felt the familiar excitement in both my groin and my asshole as I watched from a short distance. My parents were cordial, mindful that there “Son” had not turned-out as expected. As they exchanged pleasantries, I walked into the room, mindful of Earl’s eyes taking in all of me in. I noticed the slide gapping of his mouth as he saw me for the first time in my well-fitted Armani black suit. He told me later, that if he could of, he would of let out a “dog whistle”. Later, he would confide, that all he thought about at that moment and throughout our time at the wedding, was of how much, he wanted, no needed, to slowly undress me out of my expensive suit, in order to sniff, taste, lick and suck every inch of my youthful body. And so it was, that I enjoyed my first date with a very sexy older man that I thought of as my Dad. We were friends by that time, and yet, there was something new happening as we sat close to one another, our thighs touching one another as we witnessed the gay male couple pledge their life and love to one another. Dad asked me, “Sport, do you think that will ever be you up there on that altar?”. I paused for a moment and whispered, our eyes locked, “Only if I can marry my Dad.” That night back at his home out in the country, we took that first step towards being more than friends. There was a natural flow as we slowly undressed one another. Our first kiss seemed endless as our warm lips and wet tongues explored one another for the first time. My eyes welled-up with tears. Dad noticed my emotions and whispered in my ear, “Let’s take this slow Sport.” I did not realise at that moment, that it was exactly what I needed to hear. We kissed, cuddled, hugged and made our way clad only in our underwear to his massive bed. I could not help but appreciate the oversized white jockey briefs he was wearing which were tented in a way which confirmed our mutual desire. As we laid down together in his bed, feeling both the exhaustion from the day and the suspended exhilaration of the moment, we fell into a comfortable sleep together. My head was on his furry broad chest, as my arms crossed his soft round belly. Dad’s hands seemed to naturally cup my buttocks which were clad in a pair of black bikini briefs which left little to the imagination. And yet, we were content, to rest, doze and sleep together as Dad and Sport, and with that our intimacy grew. I woke in the middle of the night. Dad was spooning me from behind. His cock was hard and strong naturally resting in the crevice of my ass. I listened to him breathe and inhaled deeply of his scent, as I drifted back into a restful sleep. I woke before Dad. He was laying on his back and I was admiring his form, taking in every erotic detail. As his eye opened, there was an immediate smile, “Morning Son….”, said in such awe. I smiled in return, eyeing first him, and then the pouch of his white briefs. He whispered, “Are you sure Son?”. I nodded, as I locked my eyes on his, and moved my face to the pouch of his briefs. I inhaled deeply; the unmistakable and erotic scent of my Dad appreciating the musk, sweat, trace of urine, and brewing testosterone which defined and made my very existence possible. His masculine scent intoxicated me drawing my nose and mouth over his warm pouch. “It’s all for you Sport.” My mouth opened and I took the head of his white fabric covered cock-head into it. Dad moaned, “Always and only for you Son”. And with that, my nose, lips, tongue and mouth slowly and gently “made love” to the only man that I had ever desired. I removed Dad’s briefs with a sense of awe and wonder. His now wet mushroom head, thick stout shaft, and hair covered low hanging balls were more than I had ever imagined. Dad sensed my satisfaction, “Whenever you need cock, Son….only for you.” I took each of Dad’s warm, full balls into my mouth and bathed them with my warm saliva. I was mindful that my very life had started there and that thought excited me beyond anything I imagined. I boldly lifted his balls and Dad sensing my curiosity, raised his knees ever so slightly, so that my tongue could explore the hairy landscape beneath his balls. I inhaled deeply, the scent of musk was stronger. Dad whispered again, “And that will also only be for you.” I imagined his tight, hairy, warm asshole. Mindful of the need to proceed slowly, Dad pulled me up and away into his arms. We were kissing again sharing the taste of his cock. With both a confidence and possession that I found incredibly arousing, he expertly removed my black bikini. His hands parted my sweaty asscheeks as his finger gently touched my smooth pink hole. He whispered again, “And this will be your Dad’s too.” I nodded. Dad then directed us together into the “69” position. He would script our first sexual congress and relinquishing control to him added to my lust and desire. Dad licked the already wet and swollen head of my considerably smaller cock, and whispered, “It is perfect.” And with those words, in synchrony and harmony, together we both begin to taste, lick, suck and swallow the only cock that either of us ever really thought about or wanted. Our shared wetness, our mutual moaning and our companionable thrusting linked us together as Dad and Son. We were both lost in our hunger and in our need for each other’s semen. We could sense the coming eruption. Dad’s finger was probing my pink tight hole, exploring the contours of the pussy that someday would also be his. My hands were cupping his hairy soft ass cheeks as he thrust his cock into my mouth, down my throat and then back up and out. I could hold off no longer and shot a huge wad of cum into his mouth. I could hear him swallowing my first sperm and moments later his eruption followed. We were both swallowing, drinking what we could, and loving the overload cum dripping out of our mouths onto our chins. Dad and his Sport, both covered in cum, with cock in our mouth, and sperm racing down our throat into our belly. It was the happiest moment of my life which was only surpassed when Dad pulled me up to him and we kissed yet again sharing the taste of one another’s cocks in our cum-filled kisses that were even more sacred than the kisses we had both witnessed, at the wedding altar, that very day.
“Always and only for you Son….” If the image, story and the love affair unfolding between Dad and Sport excites you, please share and reblog and let the world know if you are more of a Dad, more of a Son, a bit of each or neither. Hugs my friends.
violin shaped body .. i’d play that
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.
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”
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Quick snap for my adoring fans of my absolute massive gut. Let me know what you think 😉