mmm....dads and jocks

daddyscent:

"Ah. Boy’s found his second sexual organ!"

graybeards:

We’re in the age of sharing and no one is immune. Pucker up and smile for the camera. Smile for daddy’s friends.

graybeards:

We’re in the age of sharing and no one is immune. Pucker up and smile for the camera. Smile for daddy’s friends.

daddysbottom:

Even though I was thoroughly exhausted, I managed to pull myself up and off his lap and stood next to the sofa. I could feel the muscles in my groin area, my thighs, and my knees aching from the exertion, not to mention, the soreness in my ass. I felt trickles of his cum dripping out of my well-fucked hole.
I stood there, looking at this huge man splayed out in front of me. I looked at his massive, hairy pecs, the ones that I was grabbing just a few minutes ago as I rode his dick up and down. My hands couldn’t get enough of the feel of his chest, the thick slab of muscles covered with lush, dark hair. It was a chest made to steady oneself as one was being impaled by his tool.
And yes, let’s talk about his tool. Shit! Even after shooting huge amount of cum up my butt, it is still huge. Even half hard, it stretches to almost 8 inches and as thick as my wrist. Fully hard, it went in a good 11 inches deep inside my guts. Sitting and riding this dick was truly the definition of being impaled.
I looked at him, and at his dick, and I knew that my ass was thoroughly spoiled. It will never be satisfied again by any other man or cock after being shafted by that massive man meat. That thought alone caused my dick to gain its hardness once again. We both noticed it, and it was causing his own dick to stop deflating and come back to life.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You up for another round, son?" he asked.
Now, let’s be honest. How could any mortal man say no to that question?

daddysbottom:

Even though I was thoroughly exhausted, I managed to pull myself up and off his lap and stood next to the sofa. I could feel the muscles in my groin area, my thighs, and my knees aching from the exertion, not to mention, the soreness in my ass. I felt trickles of his cum dripping out of my well-fucked hole.

I stood there, looking at this huge man splayed out in front of me. I looked at his massive, hairy pecs, the ones that I was grabbing just a few minutes ago as I rode his dick up and down. My hands couldn’t get enough of the feel of his chest, the thick slab of muscles covered with lush, dark hair. It was a chest made to steady oneself as one was being impaled by his tool.

And yes, let’s talk about his tool. Shit! Even after shooting huge amount of cum up my butt, it is still huge. Even half hard, it stretches to almost 8 inches and as thick as my wrist. Fully hard, it went in a good 11 inches deep inside my guts. Sitting and riding this dick was truly the definition of being impaled.

I looked at him, and at his dick, and I knew that my ass was thoroughly spoiled. It will never be satisfied again by any other man or cock after being shafted by that massive man meat. That thought alone caused my dick to gain its hardness once again. We both noticed it, and it was causing his own dick to stop deflating and come back to life.

He looked at me and smiled.

"You up for another round, son?" he asked.

Now, let’s be honest. How could any mortal man say no to that question?