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“I am, thanks for noticing,” he smiled at me. “You’re bigger, sir,” I said bringing a smile to his face. “Thats it, Parker,” he said as he watched me lightly stroke him. It took me a second to process all that he said before I reached over and wrapped my hand around his thick, hard daddy dick. “Touch my body the same way you touch my son.”
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I nodded my head yes and he replied, “Then go on and touch it, son,” he said. “Do we resemble each other?” Mr Tankersley asked as if reading my mind. I couldn’t help but think about how much Kevin and his Dad looked alike down there. I looked down at it as my gaze quickly moved between his hard cock and shaved balls. He lifted himself off the sofa just enough to slide the thong down his body and over his feet before holding it in his hand. “Then why don’t I take this off so you can get a proper look.” “Do you want me to put some clothes on, son?” he asked in a serious tone. “Is my cock distracting you, Parker?” he asked as he moved my chin toward him with his finger so that we were looking eye-to-eye. Mr Tankersley’s cock was growing in his pouch right in front if me. “It was … I guess it started …” I couldn‘t concentrate. I turned to look at him and quickly looked down at his bulge as soon as we made eye contact. “And this started in the locker room after practice or here at my house?” he asked. “Um, I’d say pretty much every single day,” I said leaving out the part about multiple times a day.
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“How often do you two do things together sexually?” he asked. “Do you and my son have sex frequently?” he asked turning to look at me? Mr Tankersley sat next to next to me on the sofa and leaned back and pulled his right leg up on the cushion giving me a whole lot of bulge to avoid looking at. “But I wanted to have a little chat with you before he got up.” “He’s asleep in my bed,” Mr Tankersley said. “Where’s Kevin?” I asked noticing he was not there. He was pleading for you to ”breed his ass” for at last 30 minutes,” he said with air quotes. “My son was loud as he begged you to fuck him harder. “Mr Tankersley, I am so sorry that we woke you up and were … well, you know …” I said. I put my hand on my face and began to apologize. My drunk eyes got big as I began remembering bits and pieces of fucking my best friend in his parent’s living room. “I wouldn’t want her to see and hear what you and my son did on this sofa last night when you got home at 2:30 in the morning.” I wondered why he would say that, but he quickly explained. Tankersley is out of town for a few weeks,” he said. Mr Tankersley laughed as he continued to stand directly in front of me with his junk in my face. “Sorry if I was loud or anything last night,” I said. “Uh, good, I think,” I said with a laugh as I put my fingers through my hair. “Hey, Mr Tankersley,” I said as I looked straight at his huge bulge. I woke up on the living room sofa at my best friend’s house to find his Dad standing over me in nothing but a blue thong.