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Ginger Callahan
Daddy and Son (Gay Military Family Erotica)
Daddy and Son (Gay Military Family Erotica)
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Van's reluctant to camp with his soldier stepdad after a decade apart. But after catching his dad jacking off, the military man gets stuck in his head. Can Van stop things before gay lust forces both their hands? Or with this stepfather and son be brought closer that ever before. Warning: This 4,800+ word taboo erotica features explicit father son psuedo incest, including voyeurism, masturbation and a gay family sex. 18+ only and no blood relation intended.
--EXCERPT--
Daddy’s body, covered by a thin piece of damp towel and nothing else, was spread across the floor. He downed a rusty can of booze, and one of his hands shuffled over his waistline. I clapped a hand over my mouth - this was really happening.
With his drink propped beside him, my stepdad pulled something out of his bag. It was the magazine. My cock did a barrel-roll of excitement while the world spun around me. It took all the willpower I had not to unzip right there.
But when he opened the dirty mag, I hated that restraint with a passion. With a cruel smirk, the older man from the cover had the reluctant younger man’s hands pinned to a wall and his cock controlled within his fist.
Without looking away, my soldier daddy played with the cloth over his bulge, which sprung into action in a heartbeat. His other hand rubbed up and down his chest, caressing his sculpted muscles. My nails dug into the dirt, and my cheeks burned. This wasn’t healthy, and leaving was as simple as stepping back. But none of that mattered. Some force left me glued to the spot and craving more.
--EXCERPT--
Daddy’s body, covered by a thin piece of damp towel and nothing else, was spread across the floor. He downed a rusty can of booze, and one of his hands shuffled over his waistline. I clapped a hand over my mouth - this was really happening.
With his drink propped beside him, my stepdad pulled something out of his bag. It was the magazine. My cock did a barrel-roll of excitement while the world spun around me. It took all the willpower I had not to unzip right there.
But when he opened the dirty mag, I hated that restraint with a passion. With a cruel smirk, the older man from the cover had the reluctant younger man’s hands pinned to a wall and his cock controlled within his fist.
Without looking away, my soldier daddy played with the cloth over his bulge, which sprung into action in a heartbeat. His other hand rubbed up and down his chest, caressing his sculpted muscles. My nails dug into the dirt, and my cheeks burned. This wasn’t healthy, and leaving was as simple as stepping back. But none of that mattered. Some force left me glued to the spot and craving more.
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