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I am a 54 years old cockasian custodian of local high school. On my part time, I enjoy reenacting the civil war. I like guns. I live alone. My son has been away on the coast guard he is the only thing I have. I misse him. Also I miss his mother my partner mary to. I see mary in everything he does. He is my Norther Star and I am his wise man.
I have not lade for a woman with ten years. Sometimes when I am moping up the jock straps in the boy’s locker room, the musk is so pungent I have to go into the storage closet and jerk off.
My son, he came home for the warm summer. He was on leave and I was glad to have my boy. When he left home, he was skinny boy with the heart of 2 lions. But after the hard training he now strong like Burnie Mack. One morn, he was cereal. Lucky-charms in fact. His spoon fell. “Ahhh Hell!” he exclaimed. He did’nt know I was watching. He bent down to grabed it exposing his crack. It was a beautiful crack. The most beautiful crack I’d have ever seen. The floor creaked at my step and he turned around. I’d been spotted. He looked back eyebrown raised. We stared.I felt something I never felt before.
I went back to my room sweat dripping mouth watering. It was that instint I felt something in my pocket. I grabbed it, it was my engorged member. Thick. It was then I realized, I would fuck my son.
That night, my son walked into my room. He had bought me a samwhich. Turkey: how did he Know?
The next day he came home after a long run with the boys. Sweat dripping, he walked to the bathroom and I heard undressing. I tip toed to the door in hopes of catching a glimpse of my son. To mine surprise, I heard a loud plop and masculine grunp. The nasty little fuck was taking a shit. The fresh bal sweat and the fresh stink of his hole combined into a Steamy Stew for my Senses. I could almost taste it. That little nigger. I could no longer holdback. Tonite was the night.
That night, pork Roast. With everymunch he took, I could feel my dick get more juicy. It was like the last supper. My shorts were soaked and I could see the fire in his eyes. I could already feel his hole. “Son, you’re my boy, my room.” “Dad, was the pork Roast too dry?” “Yes.”
I brought that nasty little fuck into my room. He sat down. “Pull down your pants my little toy.” He instantly reached into my crevace and pulled out my throbbing john. We took off our clothes; naked. I told him to get on all fours like the little nigger dog he is and spread his cheeks wide exposing his stinky pinkhole. I spit on that hole. In slid my wick thrusting with great force. He moaned. “Oh Father” “oh my Son!!” “Give it 2 me harder bubby. I want come.” I slapped him hard across the face “You shut your fucking mouth you dirty fucking slut! Let me taste those plums” He jumped up quick like the good little whore he is. He bawls dangled over my face I could smell the sweet dew from his gouch. Rank zone. I gave em a suckle. “mmm wet.” I grabbed him by the neck and got all up in his face. “Don’t you ferget about ma hole boy.” He grinned with desire. This will be good. Allove a sudden he spoke. “Dad?” “WHAT!” I said. He spoke softly, “what if you put your dick into my dick?” Enraged, I punched him the face. “Don’t you ever say that to me again. EVER.” “Dad” he said. “I love you. Poop on my chest.” I complied. “ He lied down on his back and suspended me in the air over his chest. He arms were strong, muscular and black like those of Jesus Christ. I showed him how a real man makes pork Roast. The blood of his mouth and noze fyuzing with the steamy load. It was hot. I came. I came so hard. It coated his thick musTACHE. The deed was done.
Afterwords, I cradled him in my arms gently. “Thank you. Thank You. Thank you.”