Dad was a rarity in our household, appearing sporadically with tales of far-off lands.
Whenever he visited, he would dub me his "little surfer dude."
Years passed without a visit, but rumors of my newfound queerness reached his ears.
Intrigued, he invited me to spend a weekend at his beach condo.
We strolled hand-in-hand along the shore, watching the waves lap against the sand.
After a sunset ferris wheel ride, Dad pulled me aside on the pier, my head locked in his arms our hat brims bumping, his beer breath warm against my neck.
"Heard you liked the cock, son? That true?" he whispered, his voice carried away by the ocean breeze.
“Yes Dad”
As Dad speaks, he sucks the tip of his middle finger and then slides his hand down the back of my shorts, resting it gently against my pucker.
"Get your pussy plugged up with some man dick yet?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
I blush deeply, feeling embarrassed by my lack of experience.
"No Dad," I reply sheepishly.
"Good, Dad’ll plug you up good! Does my lil’ surfer dude wanna be my lil’ surfer slut?”
“Yes Dad..”
“I thought so…let’s go stretch your little pussy with my Dad dick.”
With those words, Dad pulls me in close and kisses me with tongue before taking my hand and leading me back to the condo.
Once inside, he shoves his tongue down my throat and uses me until I can barely walk straight.
I'm treated like a slut, used and fucked loose of all morality within me.
#GayCest
It’s liberating to feel so low that you relax into that cock widening your throat and those balls slapping your eyes and nose, trying to breathe while his pounding lets you