drakestories: Graybeards already put a great caption to this picture, but it’s too great a pho
drakestories: Graybeards already put a great caption to this picture, but it’s too great a photo for me to resist. I was still uncomfortable with the whole role play thing. Or at least I was uncomfortable with it when Tom and I weren’t fucking. When my boyfriend had me on my back, legs on his shoulders, his powerful cock barreling into me, the dad-son sex talk sent me to a crazy horny head space and was responsible for the most intense orgasms of my life. The incest fantasy was officially Tom’s thing, not mine, but unofficially, well, let’s say I was warming up to the idea some. It was moments like this which were new territory for me, for us. The postcoital afterglow and a long, luxurious shower together, my slimmer runner’s body slithering against Tom’s burly hairy muscle, our lips slowly communicating an intense attraction that was rapidly becoming something deeper. And afterward, I couldn’t help but stare at Tom as he shaved and I toweled off. He looked so magnificent and, I don’t know, so Dad-like, and I felt my prick bone up at the thought. Tom looked over and noticed my erection before I could pull the towel on around my waist. I thought he’d tease me like he normally did, making reference to 25 year olds and our sexual stamina, or joking that I must have eaten too many oysters lately, but today he just held up the razor and gestured at me to come closer. “Why don’t I show you how to shave, son?” I thought it was a joke at first, but Tom’s face was dead serious, and I felt a chill run through my body. It was the first time he’d tried role play outside the bedroom, and the idea made me nervous. I wanted to contain it, but here this awesome man was pushing my boundaries a little, and I knew I wanted to indulge him. “You think I’m ready, Dad?” I asked, hoping my reply wasn’t too cheesy. “You bet. That blond stubble’s really coming in now. Come here….” Tom stepped back from the sink to give me some room. Nervously, I approached the sink and faced the mirror. Almost immediately, I felt the damp warmth of his nude torso press into my back as his strong arms circled around me. Methodically, he picked up the can of shaving gel, worked a dollop in his palm, and applied the gel to my face. I moaned a little and felt my hardon twitch a little. Tom must have felt my excitement because his left hand traveled down my abs to the knot in my towel, undoing it. Now bared for him, he took a minute to look at my body in the mirror. “You’re becoming quite a real man, Connor,” he said, softly, in a deep masculine voice. “Daddy’s little man.” And with that he dipped the razor in the warm water then lifted it to my chin. Slowly, carefully, lovingly, he scraped away the gel and stubble from my skin. It was sensual and kinky and romantic all at once. Then again, another scrape of the razor, before he washed off the remnants in the water and repeated the action. Already I could tell it was the smoothest shave I’d ever had. Not rushed, not half-assed, but a real, attentive shave. “I should have taught you this long ago,” Tom said. And I wanted to tell him, yes, you should have taught me long ago, Dad. Taught me how I love being your Son. Instead, I stood there quiet, transfixed, erect and dripping. His gaze stayed serious, until he finished and washed the last bits of foamy gel off. Then, a big smile broke out. “There, much better,” he said, his fingers tracing my smooth jaw. “How’s that feel?” “Amazing, Dad,” I answered truthfully. My words made his smile bigger. “Nothing like your first real shave, huh?” “No sir.” “Damn,” he exhaled, and for the first time I could hear the horniness in his voice. His need. “My boy all grown up.” His left hand reached down and caressed my boner, causing my body to shiver in his arms. “I think you’re ready for another first, son,” Tom said, his mouth closer to my ear as he leaned forward for a better view of my body and my cock. “Yeah?” I asked. Curious, anxious, but ready. Tom picked up the can again and sprayed another dollop of gel. Not as much this time, just a little. And he wrapped his big strong hand around my overheated cock. I’d already come once this morning but damnit I was horny now, as if I’d not come in days. The heat of my prick melted the gel and caused it to slicken and foam up a little as his paw worked it. This was my first time getting a hand job from another man, and I was turned on by the novelty of it. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take long for Tom to work me to orgasm, he had a great touch. Only he stopped. “That should do it,” he said. I stood in shock as he stepped back away from me and came up beside me, next to the sink. Hurriedly, he dropped his towel, and I could see his big fat daddy erection poking up from his hairy gut. But not for long. Almost as quickly as he’d bared himself for me, Tom turned away, showing me his backside, his broad back and hairy muscular buns. Bracing himself on the shelf, he leaned over. “Ready for your first fuck, Connor? Your first real man fuck?” Before it had never been like this between me and Tom. He’d been strictly top and I’d been strictly bottom. And I’d assumed the dad-son dynamic had emerged from that. Only now I was excited and, yes, ready to fuck this big muscular man. I didn’t have his technique I suppose, but I knew to take my time, to tease his crack and pucker with my cock, and to feed my stick to him slowly. Tom, Dad, took it too, and took it well. I could tell it wasn’t his first time but he was real fucking tight, like it had been a while. I got off on him coaching me through the process, but I also got off on trying to anticipate what to do before he told me, when to go faster or deeper or when to vary the pace. I thought this fuck was just his gift to me, I mean it felt amazingly awesome being buried inside him, and the rush of controlling his body like this was incredible. But just as I was beginning my long steady climb to orgasm, Tom’s face got real flush and he grunted out a loud, “Fuck Daddy, son!” and before I knew it high jets of his sperm were gushing out of his fat prick, all over the bathroom wall. That did it. I gripped his love handles and started pumping my own wad into his tight, hot guts. “Damn, son, you sure shoot big,” he chuckled softly as we both came down from our sexual highs. “I must have a gallon of your boys inside me. I laughed and caressed his thick, powerful back lovingly with my hands. Not eager to pull out I leaned forward and gave a kiss to the back of his neck. -- source link