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Subject: Dad’s Best Buds: New Year’s Eve Dad’s Best Buds: New Year’s Eve More from these characters: ies (The following scene takes place on New Year’s Eve, when an adult Owen, who now lives in NYC, calls his dad.) KEVIN: “Hello, Son!” I said, smiling as soon as I saw Owen’s name flash on my phone. “Hey, Dad! How’s it going?” “All good. Just got out the shower. The guests are bout to start arriving soon.” I looked at myself in the full-length mirror as I talked, water still dripping down my naked body. “Not bad for a man my age,” I thought, sucking in my stomach. “Great. Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, Taylor wants me downstairs, but if I don’t get a chance to talk to you again tonight I just wanted to say Happy New Year.” “Aww. Happy New Year, Son.” “How’s Mom?” “She’s good, getting stuff ready.” “Have you guys talked about coming to New York anytime soon?” “We have. We’d love to, but she doesn’t have any more time off work. I might konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort drop by by myself for a couple of days.” “Sure, any time. We’d love to have you.” “I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for calling, Son.” “My pleasure, Pops. I love you.” “Love you too, Owen,” I said and hung up. When I looked back up I noticed there was a huge smile plastered on my face. “He’s a good man,” I thought proudly. I was proud of all my kids, but as my only boy, Owen had a special place in my heart. He was a strong man (and I wasn’t even referring to his amazing physique). I looked at myself in the mirror some more. I was nowhere near as muscular as my boy, but at 56, I was still quite a fucking catch, if I do say so myself. Something led me to leave my bedroom and head towards Owen’s old room. Even though he moved out over ten years ago, he always lived in these tiny-ass New York apartments, konyaaltı otele gelen escort and a lot of his stuff was still here. His old room was still like a shrine of Owen. I smiled proudly, looking at all the medals and trophies he’d won. All the certificates on the walls. All the photos of the handsome, athletic jock he was. Without thinking about what I was really doing, I started going through some of the drawers. As I opened one of them, I saw a pile of neatly folded jockstraps. Owen’s old jocks from high school. I smiled nostalgically, reminiscing about the times I bought them for him. I still remembered the first time he caught me in one and asked what it was, which led me to start buying them for him as well. Over time, they started to get mixed up in the laundry and we couldn’t tell which were whose, so we just started sharing. I pulled out a black jock from the drawer, size large, which Owen konyaaltı rus escort wore even as a teenager. “You know, I think this would fit me,” I thought, and slipped on the jock, looking at myself in the mirror in Owen’s room. “Kev, are you still in the shower?” I heard my wife yell out from the kitchen. “Be down in a minute!” I couldn’t stop now. I looked at myself in the mirror, my boner poking out of my son’s jock. I was horny and started to jack off. I knew I had to be quick. Fuck, I could cum right now! I didn’t even know why or how, it’d just come over me all at once. Feeling like a feral beast, I grunted as I jerked off faster in my son’s room, my bare feet rocking on the floor, my toes curled. All around me, my son was looking at me jacking off from all the photos that hung on the walls. I felt his eyes on me, gripping his jock in one hand and my dick in the other, until I shot my load all over the black jockstrap, grunting loudly. After I shot my load all over the jock, I thought about keeping it or throwing it in the laundry, but I changed my mind. I slipped it off and folded it, putting it back on top of the pile in the drawer. Maybe Owen would decide to wear it next time he was here. My cum load would be nice and soaked in by then. All my stories and more from these characters: ies Don’t forget to support Nifty: fty/donate.html
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