I kept jerking, and pleasure built up in my balls. Use me, Daddy.”įuck, that got me so hard, reading it, looking at the pictures, scrolling through more. “You’ll make me shoot out all my cum if I do.” “Is this what you want, Daddy?” the caption read. The boy was spreading his cheeks wide and looking back over his shoulder. In one picture, a boy who looked a lot like me was on his knees, and a burly man who was bulkier than dad was behind him, his cock angled toward the boy’s hole. I was jerking it, as I scrolled through images, read some of the stories. I had a search window open and was typing in “dad son fucking”. The next thing I knew, I was clicking at my computer instead. I tugged on my limp dick instead, thinking about what I’d done with my dad and how badly I wanted to get that back. I went to my desk, still with no pants on. I had more calculus homework, enough to last all evening. I lay there with my pants off still, wondering what to do. My dick was already soft as the door slammed shut.
