ing that sub' s arse.
The m I grabbed my dressing gown a down to make some
coffee and breakfast. Andreeared a little while later, looking sleepy,
the noise I made i must have woken him. I tried to act
normally.
"Hey, coffee?"
"Yeah, thanks Dad."
"Scrambled eggs ok?"
"Yeah great."
her of us were awake enough for proper versation ― plus I was too
distracted. He was also in a dressing gown, and I couldn' t help but imagine
his body underh it. I passed him a plate of breakfast and sat down to
eat ― the only thing in my mind was the sight of him stig his cock
into the sub' s mouth to shoot a big load. I was starting to get hard just
thinking about it too.
"Good night last night?"
"Yeah, went out with a few mates, had a few drinks...you know. Yours?"
"ged plans, came back quite early and just went to bed really." I left
out the part about shooting a load thinking about him sexually.
When we were finished I started to go bay room for a shower when
Andrew remembered something.
"Hey Dad. I' m out of shaving gel, I nie of yours?"
"Sure ― e up now if you want."
He followed me into my room, I' d fotten that the leather shorts and
waistcoat were on the floor. I could see that he saw them, but didn' t
react. I dashed into my bathroom and gave him the shaving gel he' d asked
for.
As soon as he was out of the room my cock leapt to full-mast ― I
collapsed on the bed and for the first time in years wanked
myself. Andrew' s cock was all I could see ― plunging into the sub' s
arse, shooting into his mouth.
The few days we were very quiet around each other, then one evening I
was chilling in front of some rubbish o.V. when I heard Andrew e
in. He' d been down the pub and had had a few drinks ― he wasn' t pissed
yet though. He came in and sat down opp