Part One: Chlorinated GangBang 3

Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 01:08:36 -0500 From: gloryhole JUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com Subject: Whoring With Dad 3

WHORING WITH DAD Part One: Chlorinated GangBang 3

TrueLife tales by a denizen of the public toilets

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com

The author reserves all rights to the following tale. Although the author highly encourages all his nasty-minded readers to leave the link to or a print-out of this true tale someplace handy for their own dads or sons to find (while also leaving a "courtesy" box of Kleenex nearby for their ejaculatory convenience, of course), please do NOT copy, publish or re-print it without the author's direct written consent.

DISCLAIMER:

Do NOT read the following TrueLife installment of Whoring With Dad if :

1.) "You can't handle the truth." I realize that to the many soccer moms out there (who roam the Earth) the very notion of masculine sexuality, let alone, the male drive toward lurid and complete sexual depravity as depicted in this story, is quite disconcerting (or the cause of "Man! Your Mom's an Uptight, Dried-Out Bitch" syndrome, as I like to call it). Therefore, should you be prone to the shock of certain, well, "shocking" realities, I recommend that you do yourself and the entire P.T.A. a favor by simply not reading what follows. Besides, surely, there must be entire chapters of high school history textbooks needing to be Moral Majoritally (I made that up) censored within your school district with which you can better busy yourself. 2.) You're not yet old enough to (legally) enter a local XXX bookstore; head into one of its many dark, sticky video booths; shove a dollar bill into the monitor...and your big, throbbing young dick through one of the very busy gloryholes which are conveniently drilled (at left or right ...OR BOTH sides!) into the walls of the adjoining arcade booths ...where very nice men are on duty twenty-four hours a day with their wet lips and deep throats open for the General Public's penile needs. 3.) You are a father or the male guardian of a little lad and you just know that after reading this TrueLife tale you won't be able to keep your mind on the SpongeBob SquarePants-shaped soap next time its his bath time. Although you may be tempted to see a little mouth "drowning" in the white, viscous breeding seed your big, hairy scrotum makes (which may have in fact made him), any such actual behaviors (or "acting out") are strongly discouraged (and I hear they're criminal even!). Although all events are true and actually happened to the author in his childhood, let us keep in mind that said author was the tyke and not one of the many horny adult molesters in the sexual saga which follows. All fathers, along with any other nasty adult men, are more than welcome and encouraged to read and to shoot their parental, reproductive juices while enjoying this story. In fact, nothing delights the author more than to know so many real fathers are ejaculating to this homey reading selection on the Internet. But you are urged to simply keep in mind the difference between the joys of reading and the crime of molesting.

I know it sometimes may be hard for you fathers, in particular, out there not to throw a major rod in your trousers when that littlest heir of yours hops up onto your lap after work. Or even for you Baseball Camp coaches not to whip out your "adult-sized bat" in front of all those Little Leaguers when its post-game shower time. But I highly-recommend that you keep your big, full-grown man boner in your slacks and thick milky dad-ejaculations to yourself...or judiciously shared with smooth "barely legal" boys of at least 18 years of age. After all, (and golly geez), let's be real here, men. If, for example, you are currently either a thirty-six or a sixty year old father getting a thick woody in your trousers reading this story while at work, and you are getting mighty tempted to perhaps spend your lunch hour in the bushes of the local playground... heck, let's not forget that screwing with an 18 year old lad, a kid whose legal age is already (let's face it), half...or even less than a third (!!!) your own age (and perhaps years younger than your own sons), that giant age disparity truly ought to suffice in keeping your loin's most secret and lascivious needs satisfied...and you out of the kiddy pool (as well as out of jail).

And finally, it's best to keep this secret of yours shared strictly and solely among other adult men who understand your "special challenges" in Parenting. What goes on in your head and heart is your own business and well protected. But...unzip and shove your turgid meat into a little one and, well, you and your handsome penis could do time...in the Big House! So be a responsible BRAIN-based pervert and have wonderfully intense orgasms in Freedom for a lifetime. (Behind bars, I think they sort of monitor and discourage j/o sessions by ACTION-based perverts within many facilities. And although I haven't checked recently, I don't think most prisons include an inmate's son on the conjugal visits list).

And now, like always, I hope those of you who continue to scroll down to get to the perverted meaty stuff are at this time making certain that your wife or mom is out at the store or changing the baby or in the backyard planting petunias like she said.

Or, perhaps you're a risk-taker. Whereas at this point you'll want to be sure that the door to your bedroom or den is ajar (just a wee bit -- we don't want to be too obvious, now do we) so that your always nosey dad or son can secretly "catch you" milking yourself in front of your computer screen.

In any event, don't forget to leave some of your semen on the keyboard...then right after you're, er, "done" (zip up first) ask him to come in and do a Google search for you (have him show his daddy his computer skills and all that)! Sure, he'll be confused by your request ...but just stand beside him and lewdly chuckle to yourself as his (now sticky) fingers type dairy products into the search window. "Why do you want to look up dairy products?", he may ask innocently. Just try to contain the rod in your shorts as you watch his slightly glossy, gooey fingers absent-mindedly enter his mouth as he awaits your answer. ("Dairy products are important to building a young man's bones, that's why", is a cheap but always reliable reply, by the way).

Or if you're on the other end of town, this is the time to double-check to make sure that your office door is securely locked. You don't want to be disturbed, now do you, as you unbuckle your slacks and shoot a few nut blasts of hot ropy sperm while taking a few minutes break out of the workday. After all, even the city's top attorneys, corporate leaders, warehouse foremen, school board officials, fire chiefs... or best dang priests have their secrets (now don't you)!

Helpful hint: although it may be perversely poetic, especially if it was a Father's Day gift, be sure to flip the tie over your shoulder before your nuts hose down your work station.

You'd be amazed at just how many other suit & tie husbands and fathers (and assorted single pervs) you pass on Wall Street are into exactly this same secret depravity of yours! Stand at any busy financial district intersection during lunchtime and scan the throngs of suited dads. Consider that if even just five percent of them have had your same nasty thoughts cross their minds when they get home...well, that's a whole lot of other men with whom you'd be able to have some real fun!

Or do you ever wonder how many of the other brawny-built married guys on your construction site go home each night only to struggle with a full erection in their sweatpants as they watch t.v. after dinner in their darkened family rooms while their naughty little offspring knowingly squirm all over their daddy's lap? And all the while, their clueless wives only yards away in the kitchen washing dishes?

Any way you look at it, rest assured, whether you work at Best Buy stocking flat screen t.v.s or in a Century-21 office making cold calls or at a huge automotive assembly plant greasing pistons (!!!) or in the executive offices at Disney planning what families will enjoy next year or arguing your client's case before a jury in a murder trial or serving up drinks at the pool bar of the Mauna Lei Luau Lei Lonie Lali Lani PoiPoi Hilton Resort or passing war budgets in the U.S. Capitol building or haven't held down a job in six years, this deep dark secret you got pumping in that pervy brain of yours is one shared by multitudes of other men in your same exact position.

Heck, wouldn't it be fun if men could be totally open and honest about their lewdest and darkest desires? Those dads on the block would have a lot more to talk about (and share) than merely lawn mower tips. And long business conferences would be much more fun if the conversation could get to what really gets the conventioneer dads a'throbbing. Showing pics of the family would never be so enjoyable to all the other men at the Widget and Gizmo Expo as when they can finally admit they all wank to those wallet-sized photos they tote around in their back pockets! Get ten or twenty out-of-town business dads in a hotel suite, talk turns to their real secrets ...and then pass around the pics! "Hey, who's jerking to my kid's school pic now?" a dad will ask as he surveys the room of masturbating dads.

Now open up those trousers of yours...go on...unzip them...heck, pull 'em down to your ankles! Now caress your own sex organ through your underwear. That's it...squeeze your meat a bit. If you close your eyes, you can imagine its anybody's hand fondling you. Hmmm, whose hand is that fiddling about with your bulge? Perhaps it's the little hand of your son or grandson that's groping at your big thick daddy cock. Or maybe the curious hand of one of those little ones in the school where you teach?

Or heck, maybe it's your dad's hand copping a feel of his son's big reproductive organ. Or it could be the molesting hand of your elderly grandpa, the horny old coot, finding his way into your underpants! You always wanted your grandpa to do that.

So keep your eyes closed a second and get into that mental space...that special BRAIN-perverted place in which the following story is going to be embedded.

Now open your eyes and have fun with your boner!

Be sure to let the author know what you think of the tale. And please feel free to share your own naughtiest secrets with him!

Oh, by the way, I love those special readers who have let me know that they hate these lengthy Prefaces & Disclaimers. I trust you all have a slidey-thing with which to scroll at the right of each page.

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WHORING WITH DAD Part One: Chlorinated GangBang 3

Just as my little first-grade tushie was getting used to having adult men work their big cocks up into it, the door out to the pool suddenly opened. Not all the way but in a sudden way as to catch our attention.

Only a head came through the open door. I looked up and could see it was the man who had handed the towels to my dad and me when we'd entered.

"Kid's dad at two hundred feet!", he whispered loudly and urgently into the room.

"What?!", the hairy-chested man replied in a tone of great concern. "Fuuuuck", he said as he quickly turned off the shower head he was standing beneath and turned to the other men. "I'm out of here...great time, little Kevin!" And he exited passed Joe who stood at the door obviously trying to get a better view of what was going on.

The other men immediately started making for the door. The handsome bald man patted my head and said "You're a damn good little screw there, kid...just don't tell your daddy." And he high-tailed it out of the men's room.

Joe came into the room and saw me standing there, quite naked and obviously well used. The big-nosed man as he also prepared to return to the pool area, quickly slapped Joe on the back in a gesture of thanks, for apparently Joe had been on unofficial look out duty the entire time.

The white-haired man, still standing beside me and holding my hand, asked Joe where my dad was exactly and Joe replied that he was headed back to the pool.

Joe looked me up and down, loads of the men's combined semen still coating my smooth flesh. "I knew this little one would have a special time here." He then asked me directly, "You having fun, sweetie?"

I nodded my head and smiled. I could clearly see that he had an erection although he was wearing white uniform-style slacks. I don't know why I did it, it was as if I had this urge, this compulsion I couldn't fight, but I suddenly reached out and groped this man's bulging crotch. For a brief moment he stepped back, or flinched might be more accurate, an inch or two in surprise. But he then stood there and looked about as he let me freely feel and squeeze him some more.

"This one is a dynamo!", Joe said to both the white-haired man and the super tall man, the only other two still remaining in the men's room.

"Major slut is more like it," the super tall man smirked in a hushed voice as he stood at he door to the pool peeking out.

I had never heard the term "slut" before and the white haired man obviously sensed my confusion upon hearing it.

"That's a word men use for boys they really like...like you," he said reassuringly. "But only those special little boys who like to play like you like to play."

I continued to squeeze the hard white bulge of the locker room attendant. It throbbed hard inside his polyester slacks and felt like a tree branch.

"Wash him off when you're done", the white haired man directed Joe. "I'll go stall his daddy. You were lots of fun, Kevin", he then said to me running his fingers along my butt and then briefly sticking the middle one up into my butt hole. "I hope we can play again sometime when your daddy brings you here again." With that, the white haired man leaned down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth for a few intense seconds then stood up and headed out to the pool.

"Bye" was all I said in a small voice. I watched as he passed the super tall man and exited out the door.

At that, the super tall man then approached the stall once again, his big penis obscenely bobbing as he neared us. He said to Joe, "Open your damn pants already, Joe, and let the kid suck it!" The super tall man then stood right along side of me and pushed his long thick cock between my lips. "Kid's learning to suck down cock almost as good as you, Joe," he added.

I was still squeezing Joe's hard mound as I sucked on the huge dick of the super tall man but I could see from Joe's face that he was totally shocked.

"This what you been doing in here all this time?", Joe whispered to the super tall man in a shocked voice. Although he was clearly disturbed by the notion, his erection only throbbed more demandingly behind his zipper.

"What you think we been doing?", the super tall man replied with a chuckle. "So you were playing watchman for us thinking we were teaching the kid how to take a leak or something all this time?"

Joe sort of laughed a bit shaking his head. "Look at this little one's jaws," Joe said to the other man, "I don't think I have ever seen a little kid open his mouth so wide."

"He feels great, too", the super tall man said looking down at where his big thick eleven inch shaft disappeared only four or five inches between my lips. "Feels way better than that one a couple years ago in the bathroom at Lincoln Park Zoo...remember that one?"

Joe nodded as a he quickly unzipped his slacks. "Yeah, but, hell, that one was way older than this little guy. He musta been almost ten that one. Can I get a feel of the little fella's mouth...before his dad gets worried."

The super tall man pulled away from me, his erection snaking back out of my throat until he could slap it a few times on my lips, leaving his snaily trail of man nectar to gloss my lips.

"It's all yours," the super tall man said with some amusement, "Well, almost all yours...'think you're number six in this kid's throat today...'less he was sucking some before we got to him."

Joe wasted no time and pushed his juicy uncut sausage between my lips. I was beginning to love the tastes and textures of different men's penises. It was something that would fascinate me the rest of my life in fact. I have to suck every cock I can. I want to taste and feel every guys cock. Even to this very day, I can still sit in a public toilet stall or at a gloryhole all day long and enjoy the vast array of cocks that come seeking a stranger's orifice to screw.

I realized as a first-grader that even if you suck off a bunch of men in their fifties and sixties, each still has his own unique penis. Same holds true when sucking off college dudes. They may all be nineteen, but their dicks are all so wonderful in both their obvious and subtle differences.

And as I was sucking these men in the Y toilets that afternoon, I also had what was, in effect, a cumpig epiphany. I suddenly and clearly realized that very afternoon that I loved to drink daddy milk. I mean, I already knew I loved cherry Kool-Aid and chocolate milk but now I realized my very favorite drink came out of the scrotums of adult men! When you combine that awareness with a seven year old's happy thirst for yummy drinks, well, I knew I was going to have drink more of this stuff every day.

As Joe rode my throat, the super tall man knelt on the wet tiled floor. Even in that position, he was still several inches taller than me. His huge cock looked like a third leg as he was on his knees. If his erection was not jutting outward, I think it may have dragged along the floor between his lean muscular thighs.

The super tall man grabbed me by the waist and positioned me so I was standing with my butt toward him, Joe's cock never becoming dislodged from my throat. "You gunna screw him?", Joe whispered almost in astonishment.

"This tyke's butt hole is getting used to it", the super tall man stated. He then added, "You like dicks up your hole, don't you, my little Sesame Street slut?"

I nodded and wondered how he knew what my favorite television show was!

"Show me how much you like men sticking penises up your butt hole, little slut," the super tall man said. "Show Joe here how we're not lying when we all call you a slut."

Without removing Joe's penis from my mouth, I placed my hands on my buttcheeks and spread them real wide so the super tall man could see my sore little rosebud.

"You guys were fucking his ass, too?", Joe asked with some doubt.

"Sure were", the super tall man replied. "Bunch of us...isn't that right, Sesame Street slut?"

I again nodded and wiggled my little butt in his face.

The super tall man shoved two thick, long fingers up into my butt hole in one smooth move. I almost could have but Joe's erect cock in my mouth prevented me from yowling.

The super tall man laughed and said, "After this dick of mine, I think this kid could be strapped to one of the beds upstairs here and left to be a cumhole for the entire Y", he said to Joe.

With that, the super tall man grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me backwards onto his raging, drooling erection.

"Oh, man, you ain't...!" Joe interjected. "Fuck, come one, it's one thing to screw the kid's throat...but you're waaaaaay too fucking big!"

"Oh, shut up, Joe," the super tall man chuckled as he aimed his sloppy precum-wet cockhead directly at my well-used rosebud. "You seen me screw some young ones before."

"Yeah, but shit...never one this young", Joe replied. "I can't even get all that meat of yours in me ...and I'm a good fifty years older than this moppet!"

"And you've had about ten-thousand times more dicks in you, too", the super tall man responded. "But I think this little one is going to put you to shame one day, Joe!" And with that I felt my butt burning up as the man's huge penis snaked its way passed my small sphincter muscle!

Suddenly a hushed voice at the men's room door said, "Quick...the kid's dad is looking for him!" It was the big-nosed man who said it as he'd momentarily peeked in. Then as quickly as he'd popped in, he closed the door again.

At that, Joe grabbed my jaws and muffled a deep grunt as his penis hosed more thick daddy milk into my mouth and throat. I could feel his entire body tense in what had to have been both orgasm and great nervousness.

He then slid his cock out of my still gulping throat and he whispered to the super tall man, "Come on, let's get out of here!" Joe waited a beat or two as his friend just grinned and continued to gore me with his enormous erection.

"You go ahead," he said to Joe. "I'm going for a few more strokes inside this baby butt before I breed it...'sides...I gotta make sure the seed is cleaned off him before we give him back to his daddy."

Joe looked at him in disbelief. "Man, you fucking live too dangerous for even my tastes...I'll see you later in the locker room, man...if you're not dragged off in handcuffs before that", Joe said with very edgy bemusement as he hurriedly stuffed his spent meat back into his white uniform trousers and zipped up.

The super tall man silently nodded to his friend and then gripping my waist even tighter, he forcefully thrust his cock as deeply up inside me as it could go.

I tried to catch my breath in order to keep up with the impaling. I looked toward the door and watched as Joe speedily slipped out into the pool area once again.

"You like all this sperm stuff we daddies been shooting into you, don't you, baby slut?", the super tall man grunted out in a tone that was low and lascivious.

All I could do was nod, my head bobbing about like a rag doll being screwed.

"Yeaaaah, I can tell you do, you little boy whore..." he replied, his grip on my hips tightening. "Gunna seed it some more today......arrrrraaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Pumpin' more ped seed up into you, you little cum baby!"

I could not feel the man's semen shoot into me since the head of his cock was lodged too deeply up inside my little body. I could, though feel the entire length of the man's thick eleven inch shaft pulsate and throb as it ejaculated multiple times.

Before I could have another thought, he ripped his penis out of my body in one quick, rough movement. His abrupt withdrawal left my entire body cavity feeling hollow.

He grabbed me then by my forearm and forcefully guided me over to one of the showerheads a few feet away. He twisted the handle of the faucet and in seconds I was shocked by cold water gushing all over me. I'd been so heated up and sweaty from the overwhelming gang banging I'd just received, I couldn't even tell you if he'd turned the settings to lukewarm or not. Any water other than hot would have felt like ice on my steamy, semen-sticky skin.

He bent down to roughly spread my little boy ass cheeks apart. Then, using his large hands and a couple of fingers, made sure that the spray of water was aimed at and washing away all traces of the men's semen from my smooth, tiny buttcheeks and well-used sphincter.

"Don't want your daddy finding all that milk in you", he chuckled in an evil tone. "And the cold water will make some of that red go away faster on your boyhole."

He pumped some soap into his palm from the wall dispenser and washed me using his bare hands. I felt encased in his clutches as he made certain the semen coating my flesh had all washed down the tiled floor drain.

He then made me face the showerhead, the water soaking me as if I were in a violent rainstorm. "Open you screw-hole mouth, baby!" he insisted. "Gotta wash out some of that daddy milk we all shot in there...the stuff you couldn't swallow all down."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, as if I were hungry for more big adult cocks to use it.

"Good, little cock whore", he whispered in glee. "Man, if we only had another hour and another 20 men here...now swish some water around in your mouth and spit."

I did as he said and he then quickly turned off the shower. He loomed over two feet above my head as he looked down at me with a grin. "Your lips are a little puffy from all the suckin'...but the cold water brings that down good. Your dad'll never know we all plowed that mouth hole."

I smiled up at him and felt compelled to say. "I really liked them all a lot."

"I could see that," he replied. "You be sure to always ask men if you can drink their daddy milk...got that?"

I nodded.

"Agreed?", he asked wanting my promise. "You go right up to men from now on and squeeze their bulges or ask if you can drink their daddy milk...but don't tell your daddy. Okay? Promise?"

"Okay," I replied. "I promise."

He smirked and quickly slapped his long soft penis, which hung right at my face, across the bridge of my nose. "Born fucking baby slut is what you are! Good boy! Now get out of here...and back to your daddy." He shoved me toward the door to the pool.

The moment that I emerged from the men's room my father shouted out in a happy way, "Oh, there you are!"

He stood twenty feet away at the shallower end of the pool and was obviously talking to the white-haired man. I was scared that maybe the man was telling my dad all about what I'd been doing in that toilet stall with all those men so I slowly approached them.

"Come on", my dad said in an upbeat voice. "All this swimming gotten you too tired to go out for lunch?"

Dad then looked at the white-haired man again and said to him, "So he was a good boy? No trouble? Again, I'm sorry I was gone longer than I'd expected."

The white haired man gently and momentarily gripped my skull with his large hand. "Hey, no trouble at all. We all understand its easy to get sidetracked here at the Lawson. Oh, he was the best little guy...no problems at all...we all enjoyed spending time with the little fella."

"Good," dad replied. "You have a good time, Kev?" he then directed toward me.

I nodded and spontaneously blushed. I could see Joe, over my dad's shoulder, nervously watching and listening from a distance as he collected abandoned towels from around the pool.

"And Wednesdays are the best night for the other thing," the white haired man suddenly said to my dad.

"I appreciate that...you here Wednesdays?", my dad replied.

"I'm here most days. Same with the other guys. We'll all look out for him real good if you decide to bring him", the white haired man said.

"Well, its time we head out, Kev", my dad said to me. "We still have to grab a bite to eat. And by the looks of you, you're going to sleep well tonight. The men must have worked your tail off showing you how to swim."

I mumbled, "Yeah", in reply as the white haired man winked at me.

"Hell. This one'll be a pro before you know it", he said to my dad. He then caught sight of the super tall man and added, "Jerry and I are hitting the sauna next...you two coming along?"

My dad shook his head and said that since I seemed so exhausted, we'd be leaving. The white haired man looked disappointed but said he understood. He shook my dad's hand and tousled my hair a bit before walking away to join the super tall man, Jerry.

"Well, kiddo", my dad said. "Where do you want to go for some dinner? I'm hungry as hell."

I paused and thought for a moment realizing I wasn't all that hungry for some reason. But then thought some more and figured all the daddy milk the men had shot into me had fed me to the gills. But I couldn't say that to my dad so I just said, "I dunno...anywhere, I guess".

We headed back to the locker room, many men looking us over with smiles. I noticed that all the men seemed to keep looking between my dad's and my legs as we walked.

"Well, since your mother has that author reading her poetry tonight at the shop, its just the two of us so let's say we eat at The Goat House."

Dad knew that diner not far from our apartment building made my very favorite cheeseburgers.

Once we got back to the locker room, my dad said we had to shower since the pool was chlorinated and it has to be washed off. I did not dare tell him that Jerry had thoroughly washed every inch and crevice of my first grader's body already.

We went into the large communal shower room which had about ten men under its two dozen showerheads. All heads turned as we entered. Since I wasn't tall enough to reach them, my dad turned on two showers, which were side by side.

"Here...open your hands", dad said as he pumped off some soap out of the wall dispenser and smeared it on my two out-stretched little palms. "Wash your hair and all over." The men in the shower room had their eyes glued to us as they watched my dad and me lather up. The contrasts between our development could not have been more obvious although the general lines of our physiques were nearly identical. My dad's hairy abdomen and muscular chest were swirls of black in the white froth of the soap. My skin was all super smooth and shiny as the water raced over me.

Then suddenly, my eyes tightened as they burned with the industrial strength soap as I washed my hair.

"Hey, little guy, let me help", some unknown voice said. My dad was at my right but this voice came from the left. I could not see who it was but began to feel the jet of coursing water shift slightly, allowing it to rinse the soap away from my face. When I was able to open my eyes again, I saw that the voice belonged to a very handsome man who might have been college-aged.

"Thanks", my dad said to the young man.

I promptly added my thanks as my eyes scanned all over the handsome body of this tall guy who was about half my dad's age yet was still an adult to me. His muscles were all big and smooth. His penis was soft but hung long and freely as it dripped in the water of his own shower. I wanted to suck the thick penis of this guy to see what daddy milk from a real young daddy would taste like. But I remembered what Jerry had told me about not letting my dad know.

"No prob at all," the young college guy said. "Hate that, too, when the stuff gets all in your eyes and stings." He very quickly rubbed my left shoulder, "You'll be okay now, I think."

My dad turned off our showerheads and tossed me my towel. I could see that the college guy was looking at my dad as dad's penis slowly swung back and forth a bit while he dried his hair.

"You two certainly are a testimonial to good genetics.", the college guy said while he scrutinized us as he continued to shower. I could hear some of the other men in the shower room chuckle as they heard that.

"Hmmm?", my dad asked, as he began to vigorously towel off his back, allowing his heavy cock and nuts to swing even more obviously for the men.

"Oh, nothing," the college guy said. "'Just I study genetics at U of C and, man, if you two aren't a case for quality heredity and natural selection"

My dad laughed a bit and said thanks. "Yeah, I like to think Kevin takes after his old man."

More to come...love to hear (and see) from dads, sons and the nasty men who play with them.

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