e it, son, take my load!”
Kevin bucked like a young colt, fug himself frantically and wailing,
“I’m cumming, Daddy. I’m cumming, Daddy!” I pounded harder into him,
brutally squeezed his nipples, and twisted them till he screamed.
“Cum, son! Cum!” I gasped. “Yeah, milk that cock! Milk your cum out!
Shoot that juie!”
He clasped his jerking dong tighter and pumped faster. Jets of creamy boy
scum arched out of his wide open piss slit, splashing over my chest, my neck,
my face. A big glob flew into my hair. My entire body was bathed in his milky,
young cock gravy. It ran in hot rivulets down my shuddering body.
His eruption ended with a jerking spit of boy milk that pooled in my navel
as he collapsed on top of me. I held him tightly in my arms and his cum
ted us together. He buried his fa my ned lay still, shivering,
wet with sweat.
I stroked his heated form and he relaxed, my root still hard and embedded
deep inside his guts. He brought his sweet young mouth to mine and I kissed
his soft lips tenderly.
Then I was overe with remorse. Why, oh, why had I given in to that
primeval lust which had overpowered me? What had happeo me while
my wife was away? And why wouldn’t my cock go down?
“I love you, Daddy,” Kevin whispered.
I kissed him deeply on the mouth again and said, “I love you too, son.”
Kevin’s body became a narcotic addi for me ― n in the world
was more powerful. It was all I could do to keep my hands off him while his
mother was around. Sometimes I couldn’t even do that. How do you think
she would feel if she discovered, that while she was cooking our supper, I was
upstairs throwing a futo her son? Or that he was blowing me while she
tearden? She almost caught us in the shether once.
I was lathering up Kevin’s crack, preparing to fuck him while he bent
over. She wa