We got in my car and Teddy directed me to a small motel down the street. 'Do you want to see the motel room where I got fucked on Wednesday?' 'Wanna see the motel room?' my Dad asked.ĭad looked deep into my eyes.
As our conversation wore on we realized that I'd not been naked with a boy in over six months, but he'd been fucked by a man in a nearby motel just two days ago! Meanwhile, my Dad was having the sexual schedule of a teenager. With him 48 and me 30 he appreciated being able to tell someone what was going on.ĭad was making up for lost time in the sex department, and one of the reasons I'd finally broken up with my boyfriend was sexual - the lack of sex. I was Gay, of course, and my foster Dad had come out himself very late in life. I'd broken up with my boyfriend of 7 years a week ago and Dad and I had gotten together so he could be sure I was OK. Two hours before I'd been in a restaurant having dinner alone with my foster dad.
I struggled to a kneeling position and slowly withdrew my still stiff penis from my foster father's ass.
