Stags Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Stags Pt. 02

... were only a few feet apart, both stalled. Sizing up their competition, neither wanting to strike first. Suddenly, Ethan rushed forward.

Todd was nearly knocked off his feet as his son rushed him, wrapping arms around his waist and attempting to barrel him over. Todd managed to stay on his feet and leaned down to wrap his arms around his son's back.

Ethan's nose was filled with the rank, sweaty musk of his father as his head pressed into his dad's stomach. Todd's cock was only a few inches from his mouth.

Todd and Ethan stayed locked together, strained legs attempting to push the other off their feet. Finally, Todd shifted sideways and released Ethan, sending the boy stumbling forward. Ethan slipped in the grass, facedown, ass in the air. Todd took the opportunity, launching to the ground and grappling his son from behind, trying to lock the boy in a hold. Todd's cock pushed up between Ethan's round cheeks; Todd's cock was so hyper-sensitive it felt as though he was entering a pussy, and his whole body shuddered.

Ethan felt his father's cock pressed against his ass as the man gripped him under his armpits and tried to pull him into a hold. "You're not as strong as you look," Ethan taunted. He twisted sideways and managed to break free from one of his dad's arms; he tried to push the man away with his own arms.

Todd nearly lost his grip but lifted his hold enough to keep his son held down. Ethan used the opportunity to slide forward. Todd's face pressed ...

... against his son's ass as he held the boy's thighs in a tight hold. Ethan squirmed until Todd's face was pressed between his crack. Todd breathed in the musk of his son, losing control of his thoughts and letting his tongue slide in circles around the boy's tight hole.

"Are you fucking eating my ass?" Ethan yelped, denying how fucking good his dad's tongue felt against his hole. Ignoring the memories from the session in Harrington's office. "Fucking fag!" Ethan kicked up against the ground with his legs and slipped from his father's arms.

Todd was brought back to his senses as Ethan escaped and attempted to get back up. Ethan didn't give him a chance and instead circled around behind him, slamming into him and forcing his face into the grass. Todd was dazed from the sudden force of the tackle. His small moment of weakness, the desire to taste his son, had thrown the battle off.

Ethan mounted his dad, wrapping a forearm around the man's throat and squeezing. "Fucking tap out!" Ethan pushed into the man, his massive fat cock pressed into his dad's hairy crack, cockhead resting against his lower back. Ethan shivered with lust. "Tap, old man!"

Todd's world swam with the whiplash of the battle's reversal. He tried to pry his son's arm from around his neck, but his fingers couldn't get a grip. His peripherals darkened, his pulse throbbing in his head. Todd's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and slowly, his hand tapped against the grass.

Ethan continued to hold his ...