Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2016 10:02:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Gayboy Matt <gayboy_matt@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Dads underwear CHAPTER 8" - Gay Male, Incest

Dads underwear CHAPTER 8
By gayboy_matt
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That night, listening to my dad masturbating was almost as good as watching
porno. His imposing masculine presence was always a major turn on for
me. In fact, I always thought how erotic it would be if my dad was a
pornstar, and the thought really made me tingle.

while visualizing my dad masturbating, hearing him moaning with pleasure at
the same time made me even more excited. Then, his moans seemed to get
louder and louder. So I figured he was about to cum but it went on for a
few minutes. While I still cupped my ear against the wall, I heard a couple
of phrases come out of his mouth that I never thought I'd hear coming from
this masculine, straight man's, man...

"Yeah, get it in that fucking asshole..."

"Yeah, deeper. Mmmm...Yeah, right in that butthole."

Soon after, he moaned louder than ever. I played with my dick, and as his
breathing became more rapid, my hand moved faster on my dick. I was about
to shoot my load when I heard him muffled....

"I'm cumming babe..."

It made my own body shuttered with climax. I can imagine his hand was
moving even faster and every muscle in his torso was tensed up as he
started to breathe harder and his nuts weren't bouncing anymore but were
really tighten up into his groin. And I knew that any minute it would erupt
into a volcano of white cum. I was not disappointed when all of sudden, I
heard...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Dad shouted out loudly.

He let out a big loud grunt, and growling too. It could have rattled the
windows apart and my body shaked with ecstasy. I imagined that he was
bucking as his cock erupting over his hand again and again, a geyser of
hot, white cum spilling down his fist and onto his belly. My breath was
coming so fast I could barely control it. I couldn't help but my dick was
so throbbing hard and aching for relief. I wanted to scream, but I had to
bite my lip to keep from making any sound at all as I shuddered and bucked
against the wall. I grabbed my dad's sweaty underwear that I took last week
and I sniffed it under my nose. Then, I jerked my dick harder and soon I
came after my dad. There was so much of it, wave after wave and I shot in a
hard orgasm. Exhausted with pleasure, I immediately fell into my bed.

Dad continued to growl and spasm for what seemed like forever. When his
body finally relaxed, I could hear his contented sighs. Again, I was
visualizing that he then fell back in the bed, exhausted and slouched his
body completely. I could tell he was really enjoying it. At that point, I
wished that his dick was shooting that volcano of hot, thick and white cum
into my anxiously awaiting mouth. I can imagined how beautiful it could be
as it filled my mouth until it was dripping from my lips down onto his dick
and balls ... and still kept cumming.

Soon, the sound was gone, and it was quiet in his room. But, not long after
that, I could hear loud snoring sound of a big bear from his room. I was
still fantasy filled. At that point, I kept thinking about my dad's naked
body and I was also feeling so desperate to smell his real manseed and his
manly smell as his sweaty underwear that I took last week was no longer
smelly like before. I wanted him so badly that I could have imagined
anything. I had to do something to fix that.

"I got it" I thought at loud.

The one thing that I knew about my dad was that he was a heavy sleeper. So,
I decided to enter his bedroom as I was dying to see him. After I pulled up
my pajamas, I got the nerve to get off my bed and opened the door without
making any noise. I slowly tiptoed to his room as carefully as I
could. There was no light underneath the door. Then, I turned the doorknob
slowly with my heart was beating and my blood pumping fast. Once I opened
the door, I was treated to the most amazing sight of my sleeping
daddy............

... to be continued