Daddy Is Packing Get His Tighty Whities Here!

Daddy is packing 🍆 Get his tighty whities here! 🤤

What solidifies the inferior position of gays is their obsession with straight men's feet. You know you're inferior when you salivate over a man's sweaty feet. A fag craves male feet because they represent true masculinity and authority. They are pure man.

Caught in the act…

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The man wasn’t really the fatherly type nor was I your average son, but we got along for the few years he was with my mom. I couldn’t say the same about them. My mom is a bipolar mess and I think she just wanted him around to feel safe and loved, even though she never reciprocated those things. He finally got fed up and stormed out.

I didn’t have many interactions with him as neither of us were home much, but one time I walked in on him taking a piss. I’ve dreamt about that bwc since, imagining it filling my cavity and him loading me up with my could have been siblings.

I came out to my mom shortly after he left. I was 19 and had felt it was obvious by then, but she sure loved drama. She flipped out on me and I ran away. I texted Dan, asking if I could stay at his place that night. I had many other places I could go, but told him otherwise. I was pissed at my mom, was yearning to be filled and wanted him to pop my cherry.

We sat up talking for hours, bitching about my mom and learning a ton about each other. Things that were clearly making us both hard, like how he only fucked her once, hurt her and she never wanted to try again. She tried giving him head once and couldn’t stop gagging half way down his shaft. He couldnt believe she reacted the way she did about me coming out, as even he knew.

“I have something to admit” I say.

He raises his brows.

“I’ve had countless wet dreams about you since walking in on you in the bathroom”

He beams, “I guess I can admit now that I was a bit disappointed you left so fast, I thought you being a fa-“ he stopped himself, “I thought I’d finally get some attention is all”.

My heart leapt. “You deserve to be worshipped” I said admiring the scruff on his neck down to his massive hairy feet.

He wiped some drool from my face with his thumb (the size of my soft cock) grabbed the back of my neck, and pressed my forehead to his. His warm, sexy whisky breath on my face. I wanted him so bad. I reached down undoing his belt, he ripped off his pants exposing the big uncut rod of my dreams, then he ripped off my clothes and tossed me on his lap. His cock solid as a log as he smacked it against my back. I stood, placing his wet pre-cummy head on my taint, and slid down.

He used my holes every day since then. We live together as bachelors but have no intention of finding other dates.