Laundry Room Surprise – Marcus Rivers, Tucker Barrett
Even though it had been going on for a few weeks now, sometimes I couldn’t believe my dad and I were joking. That alone impresses me, but doing it in front of the hot neighbor? And your nephew? It’s crazy! But…. kinda crazy hot.
The last time we were together, it was wild. Two lucky boys and their sexy older men. Naked, sweaty and in the throes of relentless lust; giving in to every animalistic urge you can imagine. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m hungry for more, over and over again. But I don’t want to scare daddy. I don’t know… I just don’t want to sound… too needy. But I stopped being self-conscious after a surprise encounter with my dad in the laundry room…
I had just gone out with some friends, covered in sweat from running outside. I went straight to the laundry room to throw my clothes in the washing machine. I didn’t even want to bother leaving it in a basket for days.
As I was undressing, and as soon as I was in my underwear, my dad walked in. He just stood behind me. His gaze was powerful, scanning my body up and down. I wanted to turn around at that moment, but instead I let him take the lead as it had been. I took off my panties, letting my sweaty balls bounce freely as he moved behind me.
I could feel his hard cock pressed against my bare ass through his jeans. He sniffed my neck and caressed my hairless chest before running his hands all over the front of my body. I shyly asked what he was doing. He knew it was rhetorical.
I was shaking trying to contain my own lust, but I was glad he was as hungry for me as I am for him. Instinctively, I thrust my ass back against his swollen jeans, I couldn’t help it.
Even though he’d had me a few times, it felt like the first time every time. Maybe I still needed to get used to the idea of being with him like this. Maybe I never got used to it. But with each new first time, I always found myself whispering “yes”. And I explore it again.
As he sniffed and kissed my neck softly and ran his hands through my childhood, I noticed that it felt like a perfect blend of familial and paternal affections and raw sexual hunger. Both ends of the spectrum still fighting together like a magnet.
He took off his shirt, bare chest, covered in fur. We contrast each other perfectly. It was hard not to want him… even want to be like him. I wondered if I would ever have a chest like his. But for now, I was just happy to be able to touch him.
We stayed in these motions for a while, until he finally made his way down my back with a trail of kisses before turning around and planting a light kiss on my growing bulge and his nose on my hanging sack.
He liked the smell and took a big puff. I’m sure he noticed the perfect mix of soap and sweat. Just musky enough; with the hint of the man I was becoming. Since he was smelling good, he looked at me. The feeling of seeing my dad’s handsome, scruffy face with my cock was incredible to say the least. I took a little more initiative and lifted my flesh a little and pointed at his lips. He smiled a little, opened his mouth and wrapped it around like a pro.
Running his hands over me, he went to my bag, licking it and lapping it with his tongue. He stroked my stiff stick, still going from ball to ball with his wet mouth, until finally taking the stick back into his mouth.
I felt my head touch the walls of his throat. I could never imagine being able to see this. He got off my pole and came back after me. He pulled the jeans down. Another trail of kisses, again down my back. This time his wet mouth landed right on my hungry hole.
Dad’s mouth was talented in a way you could only dream of. His tongue deftly slurred, opening my hungry hole to prepare it for his throbbing male flesh. Ready for the intended target, Dad spat some and soaped his stick.
My own hard cock was bouncing when the head of his long, thick flesh touched the lips of my tiny hole. Despite the size difference, my wrinkle invited him in, and he slipped inside with relative ease. It was still huge to me, but it felt like it was in its natural home inside me. I moaned and squirmed in pleasure as my dad slid in and out of me like a pro. As if my hole was made just for him.
He got out and sat on the floor, gesturing for me to sit down and mount. It was time to show my own skills. I mounted, both of us moaning and groaning as I felt him stretching me. I leaned in to kiss him, which wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped. Still, seeing the look in his eyes as my body enveloped his
him, riding his swelling and bringing him closer to climax…it was incredible.
He lifted me a little, not letting his sword slip out of its scabbard, and laid me on my back. Still face to face, that position made his cock pumping inside me that much more intimate. And I felt, in that moment, as if I were his entire world.
