Daddy and son gay sex stories
Daddy Catches Son
One Sunday afternoon I was watching football. My dad was getting in the shower and my mom was heading into town to pluck things up. I was downstairs and since I was alone I decided I would act on my horniness and glare up photos and videos of naked men on my phone as the football game was on. Being 18 and still living in my parents house that is what my life had appear to. I have to take every opportunity of alone time I get.
I enjoy what I am looking at and begin to rub my crotch and a tent starts to grow. Suddenly, I have to stop touching myself because I listen the floors above me creak because dad is out of the shower.
I can't let him seize me because that would be awkward and I can't let him recognize I enjoy looking at naked men. I've never told him or anyone. He doesn't know anything. He is the type that says hateful things towards people who are different in that way.
I think him catching me will be awkward enough until I see my dad walking down the stairs completely naked. His hairy cock swinging in the breeze. I am staring at my father and the tent in my pants grows stiffer. I hope he catches me staring but I hope he doesn't.
He has in laptop in his hands a
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My mom and dad married in 1967. Early on, it was clear (according to my mom) that dad was more interested in his music (big piano player) than he was in actually taking care of two small boys. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying (needing to be changed) and mom would arrive home from work, and dad would just be playing his piano. Mom divorced him when we were three. Over the years, my mom got remarried to a excellent stepdad, who has since passed away.
After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. It was pleasant enough. But, one day, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house.
Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some wonderful times,……until you ticked his friend off. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Constant sniping, and continual criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at night
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...screwed me and let me blow him. Then one day he asked if he could bring his dad up to fuck me. Laughing I said if his dad fucked as good as he was. I was slow that next day. Sam... - Airman Orgy
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...at my brother and Tommy. Damn were those two hot! And I thought about Dad and Alex and how Dad
Backseat Fun On Dad's Lap
It was the middle of June and I was on vacation from university. My older brother had recently moved to a flat several hours away from our parents' residence, and while he was busy setting up the basic things he needed to live there, Mom volunteered to transport some of what he had packed.
Obviously, when she volunteered herself, she also volunteered me and Dad, since she couldn't load and unload everything to and from the car alone.
So after spending 3 hours loading the family vehicle with what seemed to be an infinite amount of boxes and somehow making them fit inside, the three of us stood there staring at the car with our hands on our hips.
"Well, I'm driving," Mom said, breaking the minute-long silence.
"Can you even drive fancy this?" Dad asked, pointing at the right side of the car, which was more box than car, "Doesn't look safe..."
He was right, it didn't look safe at all. The only spots that didn't have a box were the driver's seat, the passenger seat behind it, and the room between the driver and the windshield. Even the rear-view mirror was useless, as it showed only the wide box that we had set up horizontally behind the two front headre
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