It's okay Daddy - Sex Stories

It's okay Daddy

... sensation. Ben didn't have a hard-on but even in the limp state it was meaty, it was prime, it was succulent. Ben sprawled himself on top of Harold, making sure not to put all his weight on the elderly gentleman. Harold felt Ben's presence on his back, even in his drowsy state. Ben slithered up and down as he massaged Harold with his body rather than the hands. Harold felt the presence of Ben's meat between the crack of his buttocks. It slithered around with the abundant lubrication, nudging the tight passage but then moving on again. Harold felt a sharp pang emanating from his prostrate gland to the tip of his prick. Harold's cock was suppressed by his body weight, unable to manoeuvre, unable to flex. Ben began to slither on Harold's back with a slower tempo, changing the tone and content of the conversation. Ben was almost whispering, his mouth was on the side of Harold's neck. Harold felt the hackles rise on the back of his neck as Ben's warm breath started whispering sweet words. The voice was still husky, the accent and dialect still there, but the hold he had on Harold's back was now evocative. Harold felt limp, he felt submissive, he felt drained. Harold had no desire to break free, even if he could. He wanted Ben to kiss him behind the ear, he wanted Ben to nibble on his earlobe, he wanted Ben to make love to him. 'What would Mary think, what would Tracey say if she found me like this?' Harold felt a rush of heat rising to his face as his mind entertained such ...

... thoughts. The rush of heat sent vibrations through his temples. Harold was inundated with the thoughts of him and Mary in the past. How they would lie next to each other, he would whisper in her ear while touching her between her thick silky white thighs. They would French-kiss, deeply and emotionally. He would only break off to take her large gorged nipple in to his mouth; she would cup his head like that of an infant. "Yes, that's it," Mary would pant, kissing Harold very passionately. She would squeeze Harold's hand between her muscular thighs; a gesture that meant she had reached the orgasm. They would kiss gently, making smacking noises, holding each affectionately afterwards, and finally waking up in the same position in the morning. Harold felt stirred by Ben, he felt the need to be held, he felt the need to be 'de-spunked'. He wanted to take Ben into his mouth, he wanted to taste the gorgeous flesh, he wanted to lick the shaft. "It's okay daddy, it's okay to feel like this." Tracey's word were sweet and mellow. Harold's face was in the face-hole of the massage couch. He lifted his head slightly, turning to see where the words were coming from. Tracey stood there by his side. The innocence of her face, the innocence of her words, and the mannerisms of Mary were too much to bear for Harold. Ben released Harold from his firm grip, allowing him to turn over. Harold and Tracey embraced. The naked flesh against flesh, the sweet innocence, and the unadulterated emotion sent Harold ...