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I heard Ryan’s voice from behind the fence. “Sorry Mr. Wilson. I’ll be right over to get the ball. Don’t get up” Could I be this lucky? I am so horny from reliving my college experience and need relief. I wonder what Ryan will say when he sees me laying here naked and with a hard on? Should I take that chance?
I decided not to play coy. I saw him watching me from his 2nd-story window while I played with myself and came. I laid there and listened for the door latch. CLICK CLACK. There it was. I didn't move and waited for Ryan to say something.
“Sorry to both…Oh I’m really sorry Mr. Wilson. I didn’t know you would be laying out naked. I’ll just grab the ball and...”
“Nonsense Ryan. You're a young man in college. This must not be the first time you’ve seen a naked man,” I said with a chuckle.” Come on over.” Those were wasted words as I turned my head and saw he was halfway to me already. His eagerness got me excited and my cock started to roll and come alive.
“You're right about that Mr. Wilson. Playing on all those high school sports teams as I did, I saw a lot of naked guys in the showers.”
“Come on over here and lay down on Renee’s lounge chair. I call them loungers. Make yourself comfy. Now tell me about some of those shower stories.” Ryan walked over and stood next to my lounger and was looking down on me so I closed my eyes and turned my head. I wanted him to stare at my body and any parts he might like to be more intimate with.
“After all those showers there were only a couple that were…out of the ordinary shall we say. One time I stayed late after practice and when I hit the shower one of the coaches was in there masturbating. He saw me and kept stroking. I just stood there and neither one of us seemed to care. He knew I wouldn’t say anything to anyone. I started to get hard and walked over to the shower next to him. I nodded downward and he reached over with his left hand and started to stroke me. It was only the second time a guy stroked me. I was pretty hard and it didn't take long for me to cum. I finished my shower and walked out kind of nonchalant. Neither of us said a word the whole time. While I walked away, I heard a soft moan so I turned around and watched him cum. I was impressed. for being in his mid-fifties, he shot 7 or 8 streams of cum.” Ryan seemed proud of himself, proud of his little adventure, something to brag about, a man of the world.
“Wow Ryan, that’s more excitement than I ever had in a men’s room shower.” The story had given my cock something more to wiggle to. And I noticed he noticed. “You said couple of unusual shower stories?” I already knew that this afternoon I was going to cum again. It was a forgone conclusion. I just didn't know how it was going to happen and who would be involved.
“Well, are you sure I should be telling you these stories? I haven’t said anything to any one else and it needs to stay that way.”
“You can trust me Ryan. I think we both have our secrets to keep.” I smiled and nodded at my hard on, as it strained for some attention.
Ryan looked at my throbbing cock. “Oh yeah, right” he nodded with affirmation. “Ok, this past Spring I got home from a fun night of drinking. I smelled of smoke and beer, someone spilled a beer on me, so I headed to the dormitory shower. It was a large shower room than could handle about 20 guys. I turned on the water and let the warm water spray down my back while I closed my eyes. I thought about this red-head I met that night. Very flirty with big tits that begged to be caressed and kissed. I opened my eyes. No one else here. My roommate was in our room sleeping so I couldn’t stroke there now so I started stroking in the shower. I didn't here someone open the door with the water making noise over my head. Next thing I knew, an acquaintance, Robert, was standing in front of me with a hard on. I didn't know what to say but I didn't freak out either. In seconds he got down on his knees and started sucking me. He didn't ask for permission or wait for an acknowledgement. He didn't need one. Wow, did it feel incredible. So incredibly good, in fact, that I was going to reciprocate for sure. He was good, so good that I didn't last long. He swallowed my cum with hardly any trouble. The rumors were true. He did give a great blowjob and could swallow with the best of them. Moments later we heard some conversation. Two guys were coming into the shower. Robert jumped up and stepped to a different shower. My cock was flaccid after my orgasm and the interruption so I washed up a bit more and left the shower. That’s it. That’s my 2 stories.”
“That was a bit of excitement,” I said as the understatement of the year. “Too bad you didn't get to reciprocate,” I said with an ulterior motive. “You seem to be popular. Even my wife has made a comment or two about your body. She mentioned once, on a very hot day, you took your shirt off while you mowed our lawn and she was very impressed. I half expected she took a picture of you and masturbated to it.”
I meant it as a sexy compliment but I think I embarrassed him. “Since we’re being so honest, I knew she was watching me. She brought out some cold water to me and said I looked hot and sweaty because my clothes were sticking to my skin. She said I could knock on a door or window if I needed anything. Of course my mind wandered a bit. Did she say I was only wearing my jogging shorts and she could see my cock swinging while I was walking...and talking?”
“Ah… no…. but I like your attitude. She probably thought about you the next time she had wild sex with me, so I thank you for that," I said with a big, appreciative smile. "You have my permission to give her any kind of show you want.” Ryan was still standing there and I could tell my permission made his cock strain against his shorts. He must have had many fantasies about her performing everything a man enjoys with a women, maybe even then some.
“OK, well if I’m being really honest, when I saw her leave the bedroom window, I “re-mowed” that area. The curtains were left open and I saw her undressing for a shower and yes I had some fantasies then and since then.”
The thought of another man, especially a much younger man who could have about any available woman he wanted, who saw my wife’s tits and pussy and then masturbated to a fantasy of her, excited me more than I thought it could. And how did he know that was our bedroom window? Something to investigate and maybe use as some leverage.
“No worries, Ryan. I’m glad a young man like yourself thinks my old lady is so hot. Now, go ahead and take off your shirt.” After he did, he was still standing next to me like he wanted something. I had an idea but if I am wrong, well, I’ll just blame it on my beer. I reached over to his shorts and started to pull them down...just a couple inches at first. He didn't pull back so I pulled them down a couple inches more. Still no resistance. Finally, I pulled more and let them drop to his running shoes. “Oops,” I said and chuckled.
I didn't look for permission or acknowledgment either. I just started to stroke his rock-hard cock. I looked up and Ryan had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip. His hands were clasped behind his head. No words were needed as we both knew the immediate goal. I could see he started to thrust his hips. His cock was starting to grow even a little more, so I stopped. “Mr. Wilson, you are a mean S-O-B” he said playfully but also, I sensed a little edginess. That’s OK. I didn't mind being an S-O-B when I deserved it…and I deserved it.
“You will thank me in a few minutes. I thought you would enjoy a longer session” I lied as I had to admit it was kind of fun to stop him before he came. I liked the power, the power over a younger man. “What were you thinking about as your cock was getting bigger?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” Ryan whispered as he caught his breath and grimaced a bit. His breathing was getting back to normal and his cock began to drop. Still straight and semi-hard although now with some slippery, wetness leaking from the tip.
“Let’s see how we can get this thing pointed to the sky again.” Just hearing those words gave Ryan a rise. “Well, you brought some lube to the party.” I started to smear his precum around his head. I could hear the light moaning again. More and more precum gave me a chance to use both hands and cover his whole cock and balls with the slippery lotion. He started to hump my hand again, both hands this time, and he felt larger again. I wondered if I should stop a 2nd time…but he did say something about me finding out something soon. That was very intriguing as I could tell I, too, was getting more engorged.
“Please don’t stop” Ryan begged as he pumped his hips faster in relation to the increasing width and hardness of his cock.
“Ok, enjoy at your leisure. Give me your cum.”
“AHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
No warning needed. I focused on the tip of his cock and watched a first little dribble come out to loosen the pipe, then an explosion. I was careful not to cover his head so I could direct his streams of cum all over my chest. The first 2 shots went completely over me. He kept pumping and moaning and pumping and moaning. Finally, he was done shooting but a long drip was forming.
“Holy shit.” That was incredible,” sighed Ryan in a combination of relief and ecstasy. “I’m surprised I came so much since I just stroked myself to cumming just about an hour ago.”
“Yeah, I know. I saw you.”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure I should let you see me but I figured if you were staring, you must be enjoying the view.”
“I enjoyed it alright. You were responsible for my first orgasm of the day.”
“Oh really? That’s too bad. I was hoping for the full treatment” Ryan said playfully. He took a couple sips of beer.
“What do you mean by that?” My heart beat was increasing in anticipation of his answer. He didn't say a word. He just straddled my lounger near my feet. “Do you like virgin cocksuckers? Tell me what you like.”
“Yes, and OOOOOKKKK,” I stammered even though it was only 3 words. “Do what you like.” He started slowly, focusing only on my head. I could tell I was oozing precum. Ryan stopped blowing me to lick his lips and then went down on me again. I tried to stay still but found myself slowly pumping his mouth. The edge of my head popping in and out past his lips. His teeth lightly rubbed me too. Wow, did that feel awesome. I could cum just by continually pushing in and pulling out just an inch. But I held off. He began to take in another half inch, then another. He was working his way down my cock. First blowjob he ever gave, my ass. He knew what he was doing. I’m the recipient of his experience and I loved every second, every inch of it.
I briefly returned back to my memory of the blowjob in the pool shed several years back. Which blowjob was/is better? I think the word “is” is the key word. I didn't need to know the definition of the word “is”, unlike one of the past presidents. I think any current blowjob IS going to be the best one. It always is.
Enough. I couldn’t wait any longer. I did give the complementary warning. Ryan didn't seem to mind as he gave a muffled “uh-huh.”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
Ryan took it all down. He was moaning with me too as he swallowed a couple times to make room for more. Since I came earlier, it probably wasn’t too hard to manage the few shots in his mouth. Ryan swallowed for the last time. “That was awesome. I loved the taste. I loved the control. I loved the power I had over your cock,” he said with a smile.
“You can have control and power any time your want,” I smiled wryly. “Clearly, that wasn’t the first time for you.”
“Yes, it really was. I just sucked you the way I like it. Seemed simple enough.” Ryan’s logic made complete sense. At this point, I really didn't care if it was his first or his 100th although the thought of Ryan sucking 100 cocks of all different lengths and widths and colors and hardness and cum amounts, again made my cock move.
“Well, it was perfect and greatly appreciated and was a fantasy come true! The best I’ve ever had,” I said with as much conviction as I could. I wanted, I needed another time or ten or more with him.
“I doubt that but I appreciate the sentiment, anyway.” Ryan’s energy level was waning.
I don’t think he cared about a rating or ranking. He knew the goal was accomplished with abandon. I laid there in the sun. The warm felt good all over my body as once again, my cock was still draining from the end of my orgasm, glistening in the sun.
Ryan had now finally laid down in Renee’s lounger, taking a couple drinks of beer. It reminded me of a joke but I elected not to say it. I thought about Renee laying naked in her lounger. Ryan’s backside laying naked partly on top of her lounger and partly on her body with Renee slowly massaging Ryan’s chest and nipples and stomach, his cock rising up and lowering down depending on where her hands were. Wow, would I love to watch that progress into something real...I think. Maybe I'm a little undecided about that. It sounded good when I was so horny before I came. Who knows?
I nodded off and felt a hand massaging my balls. “Mr. Wilson, I have to run. It was an incredible afternoon. If you knew how many times I masturbated to you and Renee playing with me.”
Hmmm, its “Mr. Wilson” to me but “Renee” about her. I wonder if there is some meaning in his informal use of her name. I wasn’t going to worry about it. In fact, the thought made my cock roll a bit. “Well, Ryan, I give you complete permission to masturbate to Renee, to me, to Renee and me and … to the three of us together, anytime you want.”
Ryan started to say something, then my last sentence caught him off guard and he stopped before he started. “Now you are getting into my fantasy world. I hope you don’t mind me saying that about masturbating to you two...or three."
“No Ryan, I think fantasies are healthy.” Again, after a little fondling of my balls and now the thought of an MFM, my poor cock was bouncing around again. It just never seemed satisfied this afternoon, I thought to myself.
Ryan looked at my cock. If he hadn’t put his shorts back on, I imagine his cock would be bouncing too. He hesitated, then said with sincere regret, “I’m really sorry Mr. Wilson, I really do have to go. I have a date in an hour. I do see your cock is calling for some action. Another time?”
Another time? Music to my ears!!! “OK, Ryan. Anytime you see me out here in the backyard naked and Renee’s car isn’t in the driveway, come on over. Or even, if you see me in any of my rooms and Renee’s car isn’t in the driveway, just knock on the door.”
“It’s a deal, Mr. Wilson. Think about what you want me to do next time, daddy” he said as he walked away from my lounger.
Daddy? My whole body tingled over the possibilities. It tingled from my head (the other one), down my neck, down my spine, then to my cock head, then continuing down my legs to my toes. “Have fun tonight, Ryan.” I never looked so forward to seeing Ryan.
(Next up: An unexpected fun time at Renee's company party)
I decided not to play coy. I saw him watching me from his 2nd-story window while I played with myself and came. I laid there and listened for the door latch. CLICK CLACK. There it was. I didn't move and waited for Ryan to say something.
“Sorry to both…Oh I’m really sorry Mr. Wilson. I didn’t know you would be laying out naked. I’ll just grab the ball and...”
“Nonsense Ryan. You're a young man in college. This must not be the first time you’ve seen a naked man,” I said with a chuckle.” Come on over.” Those were wasted words as I turned my head and saw he was halfway to me already. His eagerness got me excited and my cock started to roll and come alive.
“You're right about that Mr. Wilson. Playing on all those high school sports teams as I did, I saw a lot of naked guys in the showers.”
“Come on over here and lay down on Renee’s lounge chair. I call them loungers. Make yourself comfy. Now tell me about some of those shower stories.” Ryan walked over and stood next to my lounger and was looking down on me so I closed my eyes and turned my head. I wanted him to stare at my body and any parts he might like to be more intimate with.
“After all those showers there were only a couple that were…out of the ordinary shall we say. One time I stayed late after practice and when I hit the shower one of the coaches was in there masturbating. He saw me and kept stroking. I just stood there and neither one of us seemed to care. He knew I wouldn’t say anything to anyone. I started to get hard and walked over to the shower next to him. I nodded downward and he reached over with his left hand and started to stroke me. It was only the second time a guy stroked me. I was pretty hard and it didn't take long for me to cum. I finished my shower and walked out kind of nonchalant. Neither of us said a word the whole time. While I walked away, I heard a soft moan so I turned around and watched him cum. I was impressed. for being in his mid-fifties, he shot 7 or 8 streams of cum.” Ryan seemed proud of himself, proud of his little adventure, something to brag about, a man of the world.
“Wow Ryan, that’s more excitement than I ever had in a men’s room shower.” The story had given my cock something more to wiggle to. And I noticed he noticed. “You said couple of unusual shower stories?” I already knew that this afternoon I was going to cum again. It was a forgone conclusion. I just didn't know how it was going to happen and who would be involved.
“Well, are you sure I should be telling you these stories? I haven’t said anything to any one else and it needs to stay that way.”
“You can trust me Ryan. I think we both have our secrets to keep.” I smiled and nodded at my hard on, as it strained for some attention.
Ryan looked at my throbbing cock. “Oh yeah, right” he nodded with affirmation. “Ok, this past Spring I got home from a fun night of drinking. I smelled of smoke and beer, someone spilled a beer on me, so I headed to the dormitory shower. It was a large shower room than could handle about 20 guys. I turned on the water and let the warm water spray down my back while I closed my eyes. I thought about this red-head I met that night. Very flirty with big tits that begged to be caressed and kissed. I opened my eyes. No one else here. My roommate was in our room sleeping so I couldn’t stroke there now so I started stroking in the shower. I didn't here someone open the door with the water making noise over my head. Next thing I knew, an acquaintance, Robert, was standing in front of me with a hard on. I didn't know what to say but I didn't freak out either. In seconds he got down on his knees and started sucking me. He didn't ask for permission or wait for an acknowledgement. He didn't need one. Wow, did it feel incredible. So incredibly good, in fact, that I was going to reciprocate for sure. He was good, so good that I didn't last long. He swallowed my cum with hardly any trouble. The rumors were true. He did give a great blowjob and could swallow with the best of them. Moments later we heard some conversation. Two guys were coming into the shower. Robert jumped up and stepped to a different shower. My cock was flaccid after my orgasm and the interruption so I washed up a bit more and left the shower. That’s it. That’s my 2 stories.”
“That was a bit of excitement,” I said as the understatement of the year. “Too bad you didn't get to reciprocate,” I said with an ulterior motive. “You seem to be popular. Even my wife has made a comment or two about your body. She mentioned once, on a very hot day, you took your shirt off while you mowed our lawn and she was very impressed. I half expected she took a picture of you and masturbated to it.”
I meant it as a sexy compliment but I think I embarrassed him. “Since we’re being so honest, I knew she was watching me. She brought out some cold water to me and said I looked hot and sweaty because my clothes were sticking to my skin. She said I could knock on a door or window if I needed anything. Of course my mind wandered a bit. Did she say I was only wearing my jogging shorts and she could see my cock swinging while I was walking...and talking?”
“Ah… no…. but I like your attitude. She probably thought about you the next time she had wild sex with me, so I thank you for that," I said with a big, appreciative smile. "You have my permission to give her any kind of show you want.” Ryan was still standing there and I could tell my permission made his cock strain against his shorts. He must have had many fantasies about her performing everything a man enjoys with a women, maybe even then some.
“OK, well if I’m being really honest, when I saw her leave the bedroom window, I “re-mowed” that area. The curtains were left open and I saw her undressing for a shower and yes I had some fantasies then and since then.”
The thought of another man, especially a much younger man who could have about any available woman he wanted, who saw my wife’s tits and pussy and then masturbated to a fantasy of her, excited me more than I thought it could. And how did he know that was our bedroom window? Something to investigate and maybe use as some leverage.
“No worries, Ryan. I’m glad a young man like yourself thinks my old lady is so hot. Now, go ahead and take off your shirt.” After he did, he was still standing next to me like he wanted something. I had an idea but if I am wrong, well, I’ll just blame it on my beer. I reached over to his shorts and started to pull them down...just a couple inches at first. He didn't pull back so I pulled them down a couple inches more. Still no resistance. Finally, I pulled more and let them drop to his running shoes. “Oops,” I said and chuckled.
I didn't look for permission or acknowledgment either. I just started to stroke his rock-hard cock. I looked up and Ryan had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip. His hands were clasped behind his head. No words were needed as we both knew the immediate goal. I could see he started to thrust his hips. His cock was starting to grow even a little more, so I stopped. “Mr. Wilson, you are a mean S-O-B” he said playfully but also, I sensed a little edginess. That’s OK. I didn't mind being an S-O-B when I deserved it…and I deserved it.
“You will thank me in a few minutes. I thought you would enjoy a longer session” I lied as I had to admit it was kind of fun to stop him before he came. I liked the power, the power over a younger man. “What were you thinking about as your cock was getting bigger?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” Ryan whispered as he caught his breath and grimaced a bit. His breathing was getting back to normal and his cock began to drop. Still straight and semi-hard although now with some slippery, wetness leaking from the tip.
“Let’s see how we can get this thing pointed to the sky again.” Just hearing those words gave Ryan a rise. “Well, you brought some lube to the party.” I started to smear his precum around his head. I could hear the light moaning again. More and more precum gave me a chance to use both hands and cover his whole cock and balls with the slippery lotion. He started to hump my hand again, both hands this time, and he felt larger again. I wondered if I should stop a 2nd time…but he did say something about me finding out something soon. That was very intriguing as I could tell I, too, was getting more engorged.
“Please don’t stop” Ryan begged as he pumped his hips faster in relation to the increasing width and hardness of his cock.
“Ok, enjoy at your leisure. Give me your cum.”
“AHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
No warning needed. I focused on the tip of his cock and watched a first little dribble come out to loosen the pipe, then an explosion. I was careful not to cover his head so I could direct his streams of cum all over my chest. The first 2 shots went completely over me. He kept pumping and moaning and pumping and moaning. Finally, he was done shooting but a long drip was forming.
“Holy shit.” That was incredible,” sighed Ryan in a combination of relief and ecstasy. “I’m surprised I came so much since I just stroked myself to cumming just about an hour ago.”
“Yeah, I know. I saw you.”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure I should let you see me but I figured if you were staring, you must be enjoying the view.”
“I enjoyed it alright. You were responsible for my first orgasm of the day.”
“Oh really? That’s too bad. I was hoping for the full treatment” Ryan said playfully. He took a couple sips of beer.
“What do you mean by that?” My heart beat was increasing in anticipation of his answer. He didn't say a word. He just straddled my lounger near my feet. “Do you like virgin cocksuckers? Tell me what you like.”
“Yes, and OOOOOKKKK,” I stammered even though it was only 3 words. “Do what you like.” He started slowly, focusing only on my head. I could tell I was oozing precum. Ryan stopped blowing me to lick his lips and then went down on me again. I tried to stay still but found myself slowly pumping his mouth. The edge of my head popping in and out past his lips. His teeth lightly rubbed me too. Wow, did that feel awesome. I could cum just by continually pushing in and pulling out just an inch. But I held off. He began to take in another half inch, then another. He was working his way down my cock. First blowjob he ever gave, my ass. He knew what he was doing. I’m the recipient of his experience and I loved every second, every inch of it.
I briefly returned back to my memory of the blowjob in the pool shed several years back. Which blowjob was/is better? I think the word “is” is the key word. I didn't need to know the definition of the word “is”, unlike one of the past presidents. I think any current blowjob IS going to be the best one. It always is.
Enough. I couldn’t wait any longer. I did give the complementary warning. Ryan didn't seem to mind as he gave a muffled “uh-huh.”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
Ryan took it all down. He was moaning with me too as he swallowed a couple times to make room for more. Since I came earlier, it probably wasn’t too hard to manage the few shots in his mouth. Ryan swallowed for the last time. “That was awesome. I loved the taste. I loved the control. I loved the power I had over your cock,” he said with a smile.
“You can have control and power any time your want,” I smiled wryly. “Clearly, that wasn’t the first time for you.”
“Yes, it really was. I just sucked you the way I like it. Seemed simple enough.” Ryan’s logic made complete sense. At this point, I really didn't care if it was his first or his 100th although the thought of Ryan sucking 100 cocks of all different lengths and widths and colors and hardness and cum amounts, again made my cock move.
“Well, it was perfect and greatly appreciated and was a fantasy come true! The best I’ve ever had,” I said with as much conviction as I could. I wanted, I needed another time or ten or more with him.
“I doubt that but I appreciate the sentiment, anyway.” Ryan’s energy level was waning.
I don’t think he cared about a rating or ranking. He knew the goal was accomplished with abandon. I laid there in the sun. The warm felt good all over my body as once again, my cock was still draining from the end of my orgasm, glistening in the sun.
Ryan had now finally laid down in Renee’s lounger, taking a couple drinks of beer. It reminded me of a joke but I elected not to say it. I thought about Renee laying naked in her lounger. Ryan’s backside laying naked partly on top of her lounger and partly on her body with Renee slowly massaging Ryan’s chest and nipples and stomach, his cock rising up and lowering down depending on where her hands were. Wow, would I love to watch that progress into something real...I think. Maybe I'm a little undecided about that. It sounded good when I was so horny before I came. Who knows?
I nodded off and felt a hand massaging my balls. “Mr. Wilson, I have to run. It was an incredible afternoon. If you knew how many times I masturbated to you and Renee playing with me.”
Hmmm, its “Mr. Wilson” to me but “Renee” about her. I wonder if there is some meaning in his informal use of her name. I wasn’t going to worry about it. In fact, the thought made my cock roll a bit. “Well, Ryan, I give you complete permission to masturbate to Renee, to me, to Renee and me and … to the three of us together, anytime you want.”
Ryan started to say something, then my last sentence caught him off guard and he stopped before he started. “Now you are getting into my fantasy world. I hope you don’t mind me saying that about masturbating to you two...or three."
“No Ryan, I think fantasies are healthy.” Again, after a little fondling of my balls and now the thought of an MFM, my poor cock was bouncing around again. It just never seemed satisfied this afternoon, I thought to myself.
Ryan looked at my cock. If he hadn’t put his shorts back on, I imagine his cock would be bouncing too. He hesitated, then said with sincere regret, “I’m really sorry Mr. Wilson, I really do have to go. I have a date in an hour. I do see your cock is calling for some action. Another time?”
Another time? Music to my ears!!! “OK, Ryan. Anytime you see me out here in the backyard naked and Renee’s car isn’t in the driveway, come on over. Or even, if you see me in any of my rooms and Renee’s car isn’t in the driveway, just knock on the door.”
“It’s a deal, Mr. Wilson. Think about what you want me to do next time, daddy” he said as he walked away from my lounger.
Daddy? My whole body tingled over the possibilities. It tingled from my head (the other one), down my neck, down my spine, then to my cock head, then continuing down my legs to my toes. “Have fun tonight, Ryan.” I never looked so forward to seeing Ryan.
(Next up: An unexpected fun time at Renee's company party)
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