Gay sex stories father son
My one & only "gay" encounter and it was with my father!
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My incestuous relationship is fucking awesome! I fuck my parents many times a day. Me & my dad are BI. This is our one hour only "gay" experience. 🍆
I've written many stories on here, about my incestuous relationship with my parents. I've mentioned that me and my dad are bisexual and we throughly enjoy pleasing each other. Well, this is the one and only male lover experience that I've ever had and it was one that I common with my father.
Since our incestuous relationship began, I've sucked and fucked both of my parents hundreds of times. Being as me and my dad are BI, sucking cock, just doesn't bother me at all. In truth I throughly enjoy and love it. My dad's cock is 8" difficult. It's curved where it should be. His cockshaft is thick, so is mine. He has a big fucking mushroom brain and it's soft and spongie. I love sucking on it.
My cock is 7.5" hard and basically the same as his. I love to own my balls played with and he does, too. We both have curly black pubic hair. I
A Father and Son Business
I needed some labor done in my recent house, but was having difficulty finding a dependable tradesman at a price I could afford.
Looking through the trade listings I came upon ' Greg Stevens & Son. A Family Business' Thinking a small outfit might be better, I gave them a ring. Greg sounded friendly on the device and agreed to arrive round after work.
He turned up right on second and I got my first look at him. A little bit older than me, mid forties maybe, dark hair with a touch of grey, muscular without being bulky and the look of a man who took good care of himself. After measuring up in the bathroom and representing me some tile and paint samples to opt from , he promised to ring me next morning with a quote. The other plus was, he could start the following week due to a cancellation.
At 9am my email pinged with Greg's quote, which wasn't excessive, so I rang him right away and accepted.
Quick Blowjob in the Gym Showers
Monday morning the door bell rang at 8am exactly and I opened the door to find Greg with a younger version of himself standing alongside him. 'Wow, I thought. This must be the son'.
They were both wearing navy
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