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BAD DAD

Added 2024-08-18 16:44:11 +0000 UTC

I remember, it was the summer before my kid's senior year when it happened.

Sometime around 2:00 a.m. , I was headed to bed, and as I made my way down the hall, I noticed strange noises coming from my son's room. Wanting to check and see that everything was alright I quietly peeked through the crack in the door. His buddy Wayne was spending the night, so I didn't want to knock and disturb them if I didn't have to.

There was Tommy, sound asleep in the top bunk. That kid was a rock and could probably sleep through an earthquake. But Wayne was a different story. He had thrown back the covers and was practically naked with his hands in his underwear slowly stroking his pud and quietly making animistic grunts and sighs.

Damn that kid was hot. Seventeen, stupidly handsome, athletic, smooth, nut colored skin... need I go on? And, I was always catching him looking my way, quickly averting his eyes when I would meet his gaze, and blushing whenever we shook hands. Sexual tension at its best.

Unable to resist a hot, horny pup in such desperate need of assistance, I quietly shed my pj's in the hall and crept into Tommy's room.

Wayne was a bit startled at first by my presence, but settled quickly as I helped him out of his tight, constraining briefs and crawled into bed with him.

It took several rounds, but eventually I was able to get the poor boy off... to sleep that is, and Tommy? Well, all he did was roll over and start snoring, completely unaware of what his buddy and I were up to.

The next morning as they were headed out, I heard Wayne ask Tommy if he could stay over again tonight. I knew then it was going to be a long, hot summer.

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