arder into him,

brutally squeezed his nipples, and twisted them till he screamed.

“Cum, son! Cum!” I gasped. “Yeah, milk that cock! Milk your cum out!

Shoot that juie!”

He clasped his jerking dong tighter and pumped faster. Jets of creamy boy

scum arched out of his wide open piss slit, splashing over my chest, my neck,

my face. A big glob flew into my hair. My entire body was bathed in his milky,

young cock gravy. It ran in hot rivulets down my shuddering body.

His eruption ended with a jerking spit of boy milk that pooled in my navel

as he collapsed on top of me. I held him tightly in my arms and his cum

ted us together. He buried his fa my ned lay still, shivering,

wet with sweat.

I stroked his heated form and he relaxed, my root still hard and embedded

deep inside his guts. He brought his sweet young mouth to mine and I kissed

his soft lips tenderly.

Then I was overe with remorse. Why, oh, why had I given in to that

primeval lust which had overpowered me? What had happeo me while

my wife was away? And why wouldn’t my cock go down?

“I love you, Daddy,” Kevin whispered.

I kissed him deeply on the mouth again and said, “I love you too, son.”

Kevin’s body became a narcotic addi for me ― n in the world

was more powerful. It was all I could do to keep my hands off him while his