Michael and His Dad

Michael and His Dad 11

By Stockman stockman334@gmail.com

Remember Nifty. They need all the help we can spare.

We walked home in silence. Just Michael and me. Austin was to follow in just a few minutes. Michael's shorts were tented. I was pretty sure he had not cum the entire afternoon. Seems he was too busy sucking boy cock to get himself off. And his new friend Sean was too eager to satisfy Jeff that he ignored my son.

"So Michael, tell me about all the cock you saw today at Power House."

"Oh Dad it was so good! First Sean, then Jeff. And I saw Mario and Vito. I sucked Sean, is that ok? I so wanted to see if his pubes were the same color as his head. Then Mario said I needed to show Sean my cock. Then.... Oh Dad. His cock was really small. Just like you said, I need to like all cock sizes. I was able to swallow the whole thing, Dad, it was that small. Maybe just 5 inches. But that made it so easy to get into my throat. So nice, I got so hard, Dad. Look!"

He showed me his hard cock swollen inside his shorts. He was so excited. I was excited for him. He had just spent a morning sucking cock and he loved it. My boy was getting so much more comfortable with men. With their bodies, with their cocks. Making me proud.

Inside the house, I pulled Michael's shirt up and off. "Tell me about the dicks, Michael. "Any others? Mario? Vito? Travis? Austin?"

"Oh Dad, I tried hard to see but not get caught. Mario is really hairy. I tried to see when Vito took off his shirt. A really nice hairy chest, Dad. Very muscular. Vito ran his hands through his cousin's chest, combing his dense hair. At one point Mario groaned when Vito pulled a clump of hair out really far. Vito giggled and said that Mario loves it. I don't blame him, I'd love it too if I had chest hair. Will I get hair on my chest, Dad?"

"Well I have a carpet, so I bet you'll be hairy as well," I responded as I pulled down his shorts. Michael just stood there as I stripped him. No underwear, so his hard cock just popped up near my face. Seven inches of hard teen dick. So beautiful. I began to remove his shoes and socks. "Tell me about Mario's cock. Did you see it?"

"Well that's when Jeff came in, so I could only glance at it. I really wanted to suck Jeff's cock, so I missed Vito removing Mario's shorts. But I did glance. Has about 6 inches, I'd guess. Very thick. Hair all around it. And really hairy tight balls, Dad. Sean was trying to suck off Jeff so I could only glance at Mario. I wanted to take care of Jeff, not Sean. So I missed when Vito pushed Mario down to get his own cock inside. I missed Vito's cock completely. I bet he has a nice dick, Dad."

I laughed to myself. My boy wants to see every cock he possibly can. "Probably, son. Mario must like it a lot to let Vito fuck him openly. Guess he's comfortable with cock the way you're trying to be." I guided my son onto his back on the living room rug. "Now it's time for you to get fucked. Jeff didn't get around to fucking you this morning, so I'll do the honors. Get your legs up and over your head. Let's see that boy pussy of yours."

Some people might see beauty in a beautiful flower or painting. Right at this moment, I saw it as an open willing boy cunt. I had to stop a moment just to admire. My son's pussy, open and awaiting a cock. "So beautiful," I murmured to myself.

Michael heard me. "Is it nice, Dad? You like it right? Will other guys like it? I think they liked it at Coach's ranch. Is it nice, Dad?"

We heard the front door open. We turned to see a big smile on Austin's face. He has free rein at our home and seems to know just when to drop in. I turned back to Michael. "Beautiful, my son. Can't imagine anyone not wanting to fuck you. Right Austin?"

"So right, Andrew. That boy needs to be fucked. Such a perfect cunt. May I?"

I nodded as Austin got down to prepare my boy for his fuck. Austin's tongue was olympic worthy as he caressed the pussy with plenty of spit and love, preparing the ass lips for the fuck. Michael squirmed and moaned as he enjoyed the expert rimming he was receiving. I could see the boy's cock dripping; he was loving it.

I pressed my hard cock at the entrance of my boy's open wet pussy. Austin guided me in. Michael's petals opened willingly. "So beautiful," I moaned as I watched my own cock head disappear inside my son. The sensation was unbelievable. Both the pressure of his pussy lips and the sight of my cock penetrating deeply inside was taking me to a place I had rarely been. I was not fucking my son, I was making love to him.

"Oh so good, so good," Michael was moaning. "Oh Dad so good, fuck me, fuck me," he was moaning.

I leaned over and kissed my son as I straightened him out on the rug. A loving kiss on his lips. I had not kissed anyone like that since my wife passed. My tongue took control of Michael's mouth. I pounded my boy as I kissed him. Fucking and kissing. My undulations inside my boy quickly brought me to the top of the mountain. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to as I exploded into Michael's teen body. Again and again I pounded him as my body emptied its juices.

Eventually I tried to pull away. We were stuck together, Michael and me. Michael's cum was between us. He cummed as I did. We fucked together and came together. It was just a minute later when Austin exploded as well, painting my son's face with jets of cum. My son smiled as he opened his mouth to receive our friend's heavy load.

We all collapsed on the rug. Sleep.

Later, in the shower, I asked Michael how it felt sucking Jeff's cock. I had pushed him to the shower floor as I gave him my after-sex piss. Austin joined and, after watching me begin, joined in. The two of us pissed all over our boy, marking him with our body fluids as it dripped down his face. Michael looked up with a perplexed look as he took our piss. It was clear he knew I had the right to coat him as I wished.

With Austin still pissing, Michael said he loved sucking Jeff. "His cock's so big, Dad, it feels good in my mouth. And I was proud that he had pushed Sean away to let me take over. He even moaned several times what a good cocksucker I am. Am I Dad? Am I a good cocksucker?"

"The best, son. I too was proud when I saw how Jeff kind of directed Sean to the side so he could enjoy your mouth. It's clear he prefers your cocksucking to Sean's. But did you enjoy getting that big cock down your throat? Were you able to feel his pubes?"

"Oh Dad, I loved his big cock. But Sean's smaller dick was easier. I got him into my throat with no trouble. And my lips pressed into his wiry blond pubes. That felt so good. I could even smell his pubes. I just let it linger inside my mouth, until he pulled me tighter to his body. I guess he loved my suck. Quickly he came onto my face, and onto Mario's. Dad, it tasted so good."

"So you'll suck him again if I tell you to?" I asked carefully.

"If you tell me to, yes sir. But he seems to want Jeff all to himself. He got Jeff to take him home."

"You're his wide receiver. He'll be back."

"I hope so Dad, I really like Jeff."

"Sounds like you like both cocks, boy. The big one and the small one. Good sign."

Austin cut in. "There's another Jock Night later. Want Michael to enjoy more cock?"

"We'll need to get him a real jock this time.

"I know just the place," Austin smiled.

The Jock Shop was a small store down the only alley in town, a few blocks from Power House. Seems you have to know it's there to find it. We were greeted by a college student Brad, who explained his dad was running an errand; he'll be back soon. I was impressed by the young man. 6'2. Slender, strong body. Interestingly he was shirtless, with gym shorts with the store logo.

"You still doing gymnastics, Brad?" Austin asked.

"Concentrating on rings now," he smiled. "Getting ready for senior year. Should be awesome."

He seemed to take control of my Michael. He surveyed him carefully before speaking. "What can I get you?" he asked as he felt my son's shoulders and arms. "Nice build," he added, his hands running down Michael's abs. In just a few moments, he began to caress Michael's face, slowly inserting a thumb into his yielding mouth. "Good boy," he murmured. It was as if he understood Michael already. Two peas in a pod? I wondered.

"Umm, Michael needs two jocks. A regular sport jock for school and a more, how shall I say, stylish one for an evening with friends. Do you have something a bit more attractive than a sports jock?" I really didn't know what Michael needed but I knew from our last Jock Night that we could do better than a standard model.

Brad extricated his finger. "Hmm, we might have something that'll work," he smiled. "Dad got just a few choices. Tell me, does Michael need a large pouch or will a small one do?" He looked right at MIchael's bulge, then used fingers to press at his penis. I loved how he was taking control. "And does Michael have pubic hair that he doesn't want exposed? The model I'm thinking of is a bit skimpy." He continued to touch the outside of Michael's penis.

I smiled. "Michael has a full patch of hair, but it doesn't matter if a bit shows. And he would need a large pouch to keep it all in, but again not necessary."

"Well, let's check it out. Michael get up on the pedestal here and lower your shorts."

"Here, in the open?" Michael was suddenly getting modest again as he looked around the store.

"Don't worry about that, do as you're told," I cautioned. Michael followed orders and slowly dropped his nylon shorts, revealing his privates right out in the open store. His penis was soft, just a bit over 4" hanging over his low hanging testicles. I pulled his hands away as he tried to cover himself, still trying to be modest. I looked at Brad. "Michael's still learning to be comfortable with nudity."

"Not good," Brad answered as he looked at my boy. "A guy's gotta feel free when hanging with the guys. Good to be naked with your friends and teammates." He studied my son's body. "I see what you mean. Boy's got a nice dick. Certainly not small. And a lot of hair. You sure you don't mind if it shows over the jock?" He combed his fingers through Michael's bush. He seemed to enjoy doing that.

"Nah, it's fine," I answered as Brad kept finger-combing Michael's manhair. "Looks more manly this way. Michael has a young face; his thick pubes give a more mature impression."

Michael's soft cock was quickly hardening. I could see he so wanted to cover it. "Don't worry about a boner. Kind of natural when hanging with guys," Brad said. He took a gentle swipe of Michael's now-hard dick and caressed its entire length. "Very nice, boy. Good for a boy to enjoy his hard cock." The guy understood my son! Gonna be a perfect afternoon, I thought.

He led Michael to a pedestal in front of the fitting mirrors. "The jock I'm thinking about is really stylish. Latest design. In fact, I'm wearing it now. Dad wanted me to try it out. But it's really made for guys who trim. It'll show some hair if the guy isn't manscaped."

"Are you trimmed?" Austin asked the young salesman.

"No sir, I'm not. Dad doesn't like me to trim or shave. I wear long tights for gymnastics. So when I tried the new jock, my pubes showed. Waiting for Dad to check it out when he gets back."

"Can Michael try one on?" I asked. Brad was staring at Michael's hard cock. He circled my boy to also inspect Michael's tight round ass cheeks. Michael was staring at himself in the three way mirror. Despite what he says, Michael loves being naked and showing off.

"Uh we only have the one. I've worn it a couple hours now, but he can try it." He glanced again at Michael's hard cock. "Uh better if he was soft. A hard cock won't fit." His eyes were glued to my boy's erection. "I might have a solution."

Brad went to the reception area and quickly returned, an ice cube in his palm. "You're gonna feel this," he laughed as he gripped Michael's shaft. "Aargh," Michael moaned, as Brad caressed his shaft, but his hard-on receded rapidly. Austin and I laughed out loud.

"Ready for the jock?" Brad asked Michael.

"Yes he is ," I answered. Still my decision, not Michael's. Brad nodded in understanding.

Brad stepped onto the pedestal alongside Michael. "Lower my shorts, boy. Get to my jock." The young man certainly knew his customer. Michael needs to be ordered. My boy slowly lowered the tight shorts.

"Oh my," Michael moaned as the jock came into view. The blue number with yellow piping barely covered Brad's crotch. Brown curly pubes peeked above and around the tight pouch. The pouch was full. We could see the outline of penis under the pouch. The small pouch seemed to barely contain his dick.

"See, the jock is all one piece, rounded at all the edges, more like underwear but no ass. See?" Brad turned to model the garment. His very cute ass cheeks were pressed together. All one piece no straps. I could hear Michael gasp. Brad looked fabulous. He turned again to show the pouch; his penis seeming to grow.

"It looks beautiful!" Austin too had gasped. I watched as he caressed his own dick inside his shorts.

Brad turned to me. "Will it work for Michael, sir? My penis might not be as big as his, will he have enough room?" He adjusted his jock at its edges, showing how little room he had. A small pink ball fell out, lightly coated with hair. The young man grinned as he replaced his nut.

"Only way is to try it. Should be interesting," I added.

Brad turned to Michael and waited. My boy got the message and lowered the jock to Brad's ankles. Brad was now naked. His penis was still soft, about 2 inches in length, of moderate thickness. His balls were tight to his body. A frame of curly brown hair encircled his modest genitals. A thin happy trail rose up his solid rock belly and stomach. A true athlete.

We all stared at the soft cock. Michael was just inches away, not trying to look away or grab the jock to try on. I wondered if Michael appreciated that the cock was soft; Michael could never remain flaccid when exposed. Brad just stared at Michael. Over 60 seconds elapsed as the two boys stared at the exposed dick. Michael seemed mesmerized by the athletic cock.

Brad leaned a bit, his cock barely an inch from Michael's mouth as he finally broke the silence. "The jock."

Michael nodded. It looked as if he'd be happy staring at the penis all day, but he removed the jock from Brad's ankles and pulled it on. Brad was eager to help. The jock got over Michael's thighs just fine, but the small pouch didn't do much to cover his dick.

Brad turned Michael to face the mirror and pulled the pouch to cover as much dick as possible. He was free with his hands, taking possession of Michael's boy parts to adjust as best he could. Michael dropped his hands to his sides as Brad took control. "Not much room," Brad said to me. Austin had pulled a chair over to the pedestal for me to sit and observe my boy. Michael's penis was inside the pouch, but most of his low hangers were out. Unlike when Brad had it on, all of Michael's pubes were exposed.

Brad now stood behind the boy, his hands again tracing down his stomach to his groin, combing through his dense pubes. Brad turned Michael to face me, still combing pubes. He pressed his body hard against Michael's butt. "While it feels really good, sir," Brad said to me, "it might be too revealing. Don't you think so?"

Just then we heard the door. A tall strapping man, perhaps 6'2 with a day's stubble, approached quickly. "Dad!" Brad said. He still had his fingers at my son's pubes.

"What's going on?"

"Trying on the new jock. This is Michael, but I don't think it fits. That's Andrew, his dad, and friend Austin."

We finished introductions. Bob, the store owner, seemed to take over the fitting, dropping to his knees on the pedestal. "Yes, Michael has more stuff than this jock can hold," he stated as his hands went to completely cover Michael's balls and dick. He pulled the edges around the pouch slightly as he exposed a ball and much of penis shaft to the air.

Bob looked at me. "Nice looking boy." He directed Michael to turn around. "Fine looking butt on the boy. Very fine," he added. He'd look good in the right jock." He ran the side of his hand down Michael's crack. "Very nice butt."

Bob looked up at his son. "Try a Cellblock swimmers jock, Brad. I think that'll work."

Brad ran off, still naked. I was impressed at his comfort in the open store. His modest dick flopped just a little bit. At least his pubic hair made the package more substantial.

Bob kept his hands all over Michael's ass and genitals. He reached to the side and retrieved a bottle. "Lube," he explained, applying a glob to Michael's ass. "The boy needs to be prepared, don't you agree?" He pushed Michael down to gain better access. Michael bent willingly; he so loves being directed.

Brad returned quickly. The light blue Cellblock swimmer's jock had a thin top band and full pouch. Just right for Michael. "The upper band covers half of Michael's hair, just right to appear natural. But the best feature is the way the rear bands fill out a boy's butt." He was so right! Michael's cheeks were perfectly outlined in the inch wide straps. Bob put his hands into each strap, assuring its fit, and the rear of the pouch, assuring Michael's balls were well seated.

"Man that looks good," Austin commented. Brad agreed, "Perfect, Dad." Brad had joined Michael on the pedestal, still naked. He put his arms around Michael's body as his father cupped Michael's pouch to assure proper penis position. "Perfect, Dad," Brad repeated. As Bob kept rubbing Michael's pouch, Brad pushed tighter against my boy.

"Feel good, Michael?" Brad asked into his ear. I wasn't sure if he was talking jockstrap or the penis pushing against his rear.

"Feels so good," Michael moaned. Bob was pulling down the jock as Brad pressed his dick to my teen's boy hole. Slowly he pushed his cock into my boy, gently burying his less than 6 inches deep. Bob leaned in to feel Michael's cock at his face, rubbing all around his cheeks as he enjoyed teen cock.

"Lovely boy," he said to me. "Is he learning to be comfortable with men?"

"Just starting," I replied. "Austin and I are working with him. Still a bit modest." Brad was shoving college cock into Michael.

"Then he needs to be naked often. He needs to be fucked, right? And learn to suck cock. Is he sucking cock?" Bob took a swipe of the boy's cock then inhaled the whole thing. He took all my son's cock down.

We watched the beautiful sight. Michael getting fucked by Brad as Brad's dad blew my boy's cock. "Oh Dad, oh dad, it feels so good dad," Michael moaned. "Wonderful boy pussy," Brad said to me. The sensations were monumental as Michael grabbed Bob's head and roared out in orgasm. Brad was shooting just seconds later. "Aah," he moaned as he pounded his body into Michael's boy cunt.

We calmed a bit. Bob asked again, "So Is he getting fucked enough?"

I couldn't help but smile. "We're all trying. We want Michael to be comfortable with men. I realize he needs to see a lot of friendly cock."

Brad guided Michael to his knees as his father spoke up. "And when was the last time he got to enjoy dick? Brad has learned to be comfortable by being around hundreds of naked guys. His skills have really improved." He pushed Michael's head to his clothed crotch. "Ok if Michael sucks dad cock?"

Bob was doing it right, I noted. He was asking me, not Michael; I make those decisions. "Only if he studies that cock so he remembers it. We want every cock Michael sees to add to his comfort with men."

Bob looked at me carefully. "You're a good father, Andrew. Wish I was that good with Brad when he was 16." Bob lowered his shorts to give Michael access. I noted that Bob's penis was much bigger than his son's. Eight inches. Fat. Very hairy. Large tight balls. He pulled Michael back to his crotch, wedging Michael's face into the crease between his big cock and his muscular hairy thigh. Bob turned to me as my boy breathed in the man's scent.

"I was too busy back when Brad was 16. Investment banking. Giant firm. Made a shit load of money but didn't help my boy through a difficult time. Didn't know Brad, for all his gymnastic skills, was having a bad time in the locker room. Aaahh." Michael was licking the underside of his long fat dad cock. At the same time, Brad sat down at my feet. Slowly he inched his way up my legs to feel inside my shorts as his father continued his story.

"Like I said, Brad was having a really difficult time. Getting hard in the showers, staring at teammate dick, getting teased about his small member. Though he worked out every day with his classmates, he had no friends. It was his coach who came to me to tell me what was going on. I was of course in suit and tie and he came in and stripped naked. Had Brad strip as well. Coach had a real manly body. I hadn't seen Brad naked in quite a while, didn't know that he was so modestly endowed. Coach told Brad to strip me. With all of us naked, with legs spread, Brad sat on the floor between us. Coach related how difficult it is for Brad in the locker room and showers, how he could see the hunger in Brad's eyes for dick. Big man dick. Brad leaned into me and quickly consumed my cock. God it felt great. I was not repulsed. I loved it. So as Coach related Brad's difficulty with naked guys and Brad sucking my cock, I made up my mind."

Brad was now sucking MY cock. He was so good at it. "What did you do?" I asked as I pressed Brad's mouth deeper onto my own dad dick.

"Resigned from the Firm as quickly as I could. They were wonderfully understanding that I needed to help my boy. Moved here to find something that would help Brad. We created this Jock Shop so Brad can be comfortable. Plenty of cock here. Brad can see as much cock as he wants. Beautiful cock. And plenty of athletic guys who are friendly with men who need cock. And I've learned to enjoy it as well. It's like a dream world of cock."

Michael had swallowed Bob's dad cock as Brad had swallowed my own. Two boys sucking dad dick. We were mouth fucking each other's boy. "Yes, boy, suck my cock," Bob moaned. I watched how perfectly Bob was pounding Michael's mouth. He was watching me as I pounded Brad. Both boys swallowed cock all the way into their throat, till our pubic hair encircled their lips. So beautiful! We came almost simultaneously. My first shots deep into Brad's throat, then a few shots onto his handsome face. Bob, just a few seconds behind me, did the same, coating Michael with the Dad juice he loves. Groans and gasps filled the air.

White cream dripped down Michael's face. His eyes were filled with the semen he so loves. He smiled at me, so enjoying the effects of the blowjob he just provided Bob. I looked at Brad, a smile on his own face as my cum dripped from his forehead. He enhanced that look by letting cum drip from his mouth. So much cum. Brad leaned in to lick my cock. I was softening, but he licked the entire shaft, cleansing me of residual cream. I couldn't help it, I pulled him into my cock and trembled with a "wonderful, boy. You're a wonderful cocksucker." I looked at his father. "You should be proud."

"As should you, my friend. Michael too, is a wonderful cocksucker. So young to have perfected the skills. He swallowed all 8+ inches. Not many boys can do that."

"He's a good boy," I said. "Trying hard to be comfortable with men. We're getting him to look at cock, suck cock, get fucked by many cocks, all to be comfortable. Going to Jock Night at Power House to work on that."

"Hence the need for an attractive jock strap." Michael was licking clean Bob's balls. "Brad and I are planning to attend as well. Steve Power has become a good friend." Bob leaned back, allowing Michael to lick behind his balls. "Good boy, get down there. Clean my butt." Michael kept licking. I had not seen him go down on ass, but he was following orders. Lovely to watch Michael lick an ass. Will work on that at home, I thought.

Austin sat on the floor next to Brad. "Great body on you, Brad. I'm really impressed with those shoulders. Your biceps are so well developed." His background as a Personal Trainer and now Massage Therapist seemed to come into play. He ran his hands across Brad's chest. "Great pecs, nice, really nice." His hands went to Brad's groin, feeling tight abs along the way. He squeezed the abs, all 8 of them, hard. "Nice tight body. Impressive." His hands went through his dick to his tight balls. And below. Brad spread wide to give Austin all the access he wanted.

He guided Brad to the floor. "Pull your legs over your head, boy. You're beautiful. Let's see that back and ass." Brad smiled as he followed instructions. His tight muscular gymnastic ass was high above his head. "Let's see that butt. Tight, athletic. I must say. Spread those legs wide, Brad." Austin certainly appreciates a solid body.

Michael was first to look. "Oh fuck, that's nice, isn't it dad?" Brad's hole was a work of beauty. A small blond ring around a star-like hole. His hole was a slit, perhaps a half inch long of pink boy hole. His hole seemed to wink, a star that needed attention.

Austin looked up. "Kid has an awesome boy cunt, doesn't he?"

"Boy works hard to keep it that way," Bob seemed proud of his son as he handed the lube to Austin.

I had to ask. "How many times has he been fucked? His pussy looks so perfect!"

"Since we moved here," Bob explained, "we've tried to get Brad fucked every day. When not an athlete, then a coach or even I do the honors. In the last two years, Brad's probably enjoyed over 500 cocks!"

Austin looked up at Bob. "His body is perfect. " Brad allowed his cunt to wink. Both Michael and I watched his hole flutter for Austin. "Perfect. And he needs to be fucked. Now."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Looks like Brad has a submissive streak as well as Michael.

Austin's lips found that boy cunt. With long tongue strokes, he lubed Brad's hole repeatedly. He used so much spit, the lube was unnecessary. Austin's cock was hard. Rock hard. And so was Michael's. And so was mine. So soon after my orgasm. I saw that Bob's big cock was rigid as well. Hard not to be with such perfect male beauty.

Austin guided his hard prick to Brad's winking asshole. He pushed gently, not wanting to hurt the boy. But the hole opened up for him, showing him he need not be gentle. "Oh please fuck me," he heard his bottom moan. Austin pushed at the same moment Brad raised up. Austin's cock, all 6.5 inches, buried inside the most delightful pussy he ever felt. Not too tight, but not loose, definitely not loose. Just wet, wonderful pressure on his blond haired cock. Slowly Austin began to fuck. He'd fucked many times, but never like this. It was pure heaven. He leaned over to Brad's face. He kept fucking as he got closer to the boy's lips. He wasn't the kissing type, but he couldn't help it. Such a beautiful boy with such a wonderful pussy. Their lips merged, tongues playing together. Austin wasn't fucking, he was making love. He was pounding that boy cunt, really man cunt, kissing, hugging, making love.

"Fuck me, fuck me. Oh so good," Brad was crying. He pushed his hips to meet Austin's as they both rushed to their manly climax. And did they ever! Austin exploded into the young man's waiting cavity just as Brad exploded between them, rockets of thick cum pressing into the abdomens of both men.

Silence in the store. Only the sounds of air conditioning and fluorescent lights. We were spellbound at the beauty of two men making love like that.

Bob was the first to speak. "Seems to me my boy found a friend." Brad and Austin looked at each other and smiled. They rose and faced us, their wet penises shining with spent sperm.

"You guys go take a shower," Bob instructed. He then looked at me. "We'll take care of the store."

Bob pulled Michael to his side. "Nice watching two guys get it on together," he said. "Shows how comfortable they are. You that comfortable?"

"Oh Mr. Bob, I wish I was. Sometimes I am, but sometimes I get so hard when I see a naked guy that I get embarrassed. I know I shouldn't but seeing a nice cock seems to set me off. Does that sound gay? I don't want to sound gay."

Bob laughed. "Just enjoy those cocks you see, boy. Don't put a label on it. Brad adjusted. Just took a lot of cock. Probably the same for you. Suck cock. Get fucked. It'll all work out."

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