Followed By A Sucking Soire, And A Fucking Fte.

Followed by a sucking soirée, and a fucking féte.

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Oh, Daddy

Jeffrey Dean Morgan photographed by Matt Doyle - Sharp Magazine (Oct. 2015)

I hate to say this, but this guy looks just like my Grandfather on my dads side, except the tattoos. Grandpa was a hard working farmer, he had run the blind school’s grounds and maintenance for years until he saved enough to buy a pretty big farm of his own. Lucky for him he had 5 boys and 1 strong girl, so he did really good for himself. In the long hot Hoosier summers he would work with very little on, he’d start out with overalls and a tshirt, then as the day got hotter he would shed the shirt, undo the bib from the overalls and one time we even found him driving the tractor in just his skivvies. We laughed at first, but he reminded us nobody else could see him anyway.

He was a Scandinavian man, built tall and strong, with a handsome serious face. He had round rimless glasses that made him look so smart and serious, and a well groomed beard with a few stripes of grey in with the reddish brown hair.

He started early so he would often be done with all his work by lunchtime. I remember the time I was staying with him, and I walked down the hall to the spare bedroom I stayed in, and as I passed the room next to mine I saw him lying on the bed, passed out napping, in just his underwear. I was struck still, I couldn’t even move, captured by his beautiful body, so muscular, and tan. The tight white briefs he had on stood out in contrast to his deep tan. And there was a nice big bulge in those shorts too. I stood still, absolutely enthralled, and watched him for awhile. There wasn’t a sound, it was like time had stopped. I noticed movement in that bulge, and I could see the outline of the head of his dick, and it was growing. As I watched, it started getting longer, and fatter. I checked his breathing-and his face-to make sure he was still asleep. My own dick started feeling really tight in my jeans.

I imagined lying in bed next to him, and what it would feel like to have those big arms wrapped around me. And what it would feel like to grab his legs, he had long legs, and big calf muscles. The fuzzy hair on his legs was golden, and almost glowed like a halo. His feet were big, big thick toes like Michelangelo’s David. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and went on down the hall to my room. I had to tear myself away, and I laid down, unbuckled my pants and shoved them down around my ankles, and started beating my own throbbing dick. It didn’t take long at all, and I felt the powerful orgasm spreading up from my curling toes, my asshole was clenching in a pulsating rythm in sync with the spasms of my orgasm, and felt the first squirt of my jizz landing right on my forehead with an audible splat! I stifled a laugh even as I was completely possessed by my powerfully convulsing orgasm,

I have never forgotten that day, how he looked, how that orgasm felt.

Wouldn’t you just love to bend down, spread those buttcheeks apart and stick your tongue right in his tight little butthole?

I would

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