I guess it’s true what they say about trying to outrun your past, you can run but you can’t hide. People go through many periods of growth throughout their lives and they may not necessarily be recognizable on the other side of certain experiences or milestones. I was one said individual. In my early adult years I was fairly traditional in mindset and did what was expected of me, pursued the notion of getting married and potentially starting my own family some day. I moved to England to study, and met a girl that I thought I wanted to marry. We moved in together. It didn’t work out and we parted ways. It was all so long ago that I never really expected anything to come of it, that I might’ve been fortunate enough to simply leave it all behind me. It had taken me some more time to become comfortable with my own sexuality and by that time I had completely switched gears and had a different set of priorities. Coming back home to start the next chapter of my life as a gay man. But even that wouldn’t be enough to defer fate from sitting me down and forcing me to come face to face with the life I had tried to leave behind. When John showed up at my doorstep and claimed to be my son, with one look at him the resemblance was uncanny, there was no denying that he was mine. I’m not a monster however, I welcomed John with open arms despite the spontaneous reunion thrust upon us. It took some time to adjust to having the young man around, being in charge of my own business I had my nose buried in my laptop most of the time and despite my best efforts, John appeared to be restless for more of my attention. When he mentioned having the house to ourselves for the first time in months I could hear the disappointment enter his voice when I reminded him of how busy I was. I chuckled to myself, immediately reminded of the way in which his mother would call me out on always putting work first. It struck a sweet spot within me, however, I never liked disappointing those that are the closest to me, especially unintentionally. Unfortunately for me, John’s mother had accidentally stumbled upon some pretty explicit videos that he had somehow acquired and uploaded to his mobile device. Not only did that information inform me that my son might be attracted to men, but the young man seemed to be attracted to men who were tall, muscular and well hung…sort of like yours truly. I can’t say that it’s not flattering to know that the boy, who I had almost missed out on having any kind of relationship with, was now looking up to me in more ways than one. It definitely eased the guilt that I felt for not having been more prevalent in his life, but it also made me question whether or not giving him what he wanted was appropriate. After I put my laptop away and told him he had my full attention, John adopted this adorable shy seduction as he edged closer to his old man. It was the kind of innocent curiosity that we all had about us at one point or another and it made me see some of myself in him coming to the surface. If the feelings we had for one another were mutual, could it really be that bad? The boy’s smaller frame slithered its way up towards me, leaning against my chest as our lips locked into a kiss. My large hands move into the groove of John’s smooth bubble butt, my body instinctively knowing where to touch and forgetting all about who I was touching. The physical stimulation pushed the doubt out of my mind and fully embraced the natural closeness we quickly became accustomed to. We had taken to the interaction so well that I hardly noticed the younger man peeling off articles of my clothing as our bodies came together on the bed. My tight white underwear left little to the imagination as my large appendage revealed its size and excitement tenting against the fabric. John was looking very sporty in his tight jockstrap where his bulge was also noticeable, but the British boy only had eyes for my erection at that moment. Using both his hands and his lips to admire his dad, it was the perfect amount of friction for a raging hard boner. I’ve never heard John groan the way he did when I peeled back my waistband and gave my boy the full taste of my big cock. Not only was it immediate, but it was nonstop as well, as though he had little control over it as his body’s natural response. He paused in front of my huge erection, revelling in how beautiful the sight of the cock that made him not only throbbing hard, but also leaking that potent dad seed. My body moves on its own again as my large fingers reach back to probe John’s tight backdoor. I plunge my digits deeper starting with just one then soon enough two pry their way inside. Both of us are a bit nervous as John gets onto his back and throws his legs up into the air to present his hole to me. With a big cock and tiny hole, I knew I had to be sure to take my time opening my horny boy up properly. If he had been looking forward to this the way that I thought he might have, I wanted to ensure he walked away from it fully satisfied. My large frame mounted John, with my thrusts stirring up more moans from the bottom as I slowly but surely stretched out his hole. It was one of the hottest things I think I had ever witnessed, seeing the younger man pace himself through the pain to get to the pleasure I was doing my best to provide to him. I could hear the complexity of his vocalizations, sharing the weight of both deep arousal and slight hesitation as I sank my large manhood inside of him. I joined him in his verbal excitement as the grunts that followed my more meaningful thrusts rolled out of the back of my throat. Eventually, I would stand to be corrected, as it turns out it wasn’t John’s moans that were what turned me on the most, but rather it was hearing him gain the confidence to beg for me to cum inside of him that truly did the trick.

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