As the years went by, their relationship had changed. His father, older and wiser, had always said it would. As a boy, he couldn’t imagine how it could. Nothing could be more perfect. The man he most loved in the entire world came into his room nearly every night and fucked him. There was no reason they couldn’t make it last forever.
No longer the teenage kid he was then, he now understood. Time changes many things and the fantasy he once had of making a life with his dad was one of those things. In retrospect, there was no way it could have worked. He had his own life to live and his own ambitions to achieve.
His father was always nothing less than completely supportive even as the distance between them grew. Years after leaving home and his naive dream of staying in his father’s bed the rest of their lives, he was living his current dream. A successful professional in the city, married to a beautiful woman with his second child on the way.
But time doesn’t change everything. He still made sure to visit home at least once every other month or so. Older now, his father was still the man he loved most in the entire world and he looked forward to every minute they could spend together.
This particular visit was much like all the others. As he felt that familiar cock sliding into him, he became that teenage boy again. Lost in the delirium of his father’s cock sliding in and out of his well-loved hole, his thoughts inevitably found their way back to the past, to when he once dreamed that they could make this last forever. As he approached climax, reality slipped away as it always did and he allowed himself to once again dream, if only for a moment, that it still might be possible.
De scruffystew - Source 20nov.2015