Stuart said this as he massaged his fingers in and out of his mewling boy. This entire moment happened because Stuart had grown tired of hearing how much his son's back hurt. So he had talked Simon into a massage to relieve the pain. Naturally, he had other things in mind. However, sonny-boy was clueless as to what was to happen. His son thought a regular massage would happen as his dad ran a successful massage side hustle.
What Simon didn't know was that his father's massage business had a ninety-eight percent gay male, sexually passive clientele. Or that his father fucked and bred his clients. His father also had popped his fair share of cherry's.
It all started with, "up on the table. Face in the cradle and I'll focus on your back like usual." Nothing out of the ordinary if you asked Simon. Dribbling lavender oil Simon's father began knowing his son required firm rough pressure to relieve anything.
"Oh god, Dad.... ummmmffffppphhhh. Lighten up just a little bit."
"Remember to breathe through it, that way the pain and tension will release and you'll feel better." His father's hand moved to where the arch of Simon's ass and his hands began moving lower. "Arch your back some, it will release the knotting going on. I'm going to massage really deep when you do. So breathe really deep."
Simon did as he was told, again questioning nothing, but the towel drooped toward his waist as his ass went up and, Stuart, his father saw his son's hairless pink starfished shaped pucker. Simon's father openly stared knowing his son was unaware he was exposed this way, he thought to himself as he licked his lips.
"OOOOOwwww Dad not so deep with the force of your hand on my back." Stuart let up and his son's butt popped up more, the towel was around his waist. Simon was nearly on all fours, although his arms stayed on the table his ass was that high. With his ass so far in the air, his pucker was fully exposed. If I didn't know any better I think he loves exposing his cunt to me. Or is he in heat? Either way, he could stay like this for me forever. When a client does this it means he wants his pussy played with.
"Here let's remove the towel, baby boi," Stuart said rubbing his son's back. Stuart's hands moved to the globes of his son's hairless bubble butt. Stuart dribbled lavender oil on his son's ass. "Stay arched up," as he began working Simon's glutes. Stuart also dropped his shorts and was like his son, naked. His erection grew because Simon's twat was still fully exposed.
Having always been locked in chastity, this was the only sexual pleasure Simon would know. Chastity came about because Stuart, a few months back, late at night discovered by accident that his son was riding a huge dildo. Stuart got out of bed that night, nude. It was after all like 2 AM and he and his son lived alone knowing Simon was asleep, and walked to the bathroom, which was past Simon's room. Simon's door was wide open and Stuart swore he heard mewling before he got to Simon's bedroom.
"I think it is time baby girl. Time for Daddy to show you what he made you for."
The man lined his cock up to the quivering pucker. The tip of his angry cock ached to pierce into the virgin flesh. He pushed slowly, savoring every sensation. His son gripped the sheets as he felt his very maker enter him.
"Fuck... Good girl..."
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