My prick is surrounded by wet heat. My eyes were clamped shut. Goosebumps ran over my body as I shiver from the extraordinary sensation of sinking my entire cock into a tight hole. I stay static. I could feel the young man’s heartbeat pumping my cock, lightly jerking my thickness with his newly devirginized colon. I pull my hips back slightly and slam forward, grinding my coarse cock hair against the welcoming pucker. I hear a moan. I feel hands grab my ass, pulling me closer to him. Deeper inside of him. I feel legs wrap themselves around my thighs, locking me in place, my cock lodged deep inside of him. Hands pull me into a kiss while I gyrate my hips back and forth. He moans again, this time into my mouth. I long-dick the hole milking my load closer to erupting inside of him. I can feel my balls lifting. I am seconds away from cumming… SLAM! The sound of the bedroom door hitting the wall pulls me out of my would-be bliss causing me to pull out of the young man’s hole as a garish voice, that of my ex-wife, fills the room, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Startled, I sit up. Light floods my eyes. Steadying my breath, I quickly scan my surroundings for the intruder. All clear. No one was there. “What a fucking dream.” I laughed thinking to myself. I throw my head back on my pillow. I slide my hand under the sheet and grab my stiff cock recounting the fantasy. I was so close to breeding that hole, “Even in my dreams, that bitch still haunts me.” I release my cock and pick up my cell from the nightstand. 9:15am. “Another forty-five.” I think, yawning. I was about to fall asleep when I felt a hand start running through my chest hair. It was calming. I love having fingers run through my fur, petting me. The hand finds my cock and wraps around it making this daddy dick hard as a fucking rock. For a split second I thought I had fallen back into my previous dream. I opened an eye and saw that Zac was awake. Like his old man, he doesn’t lose his morning wood until it unloads. Zac throws back the bedding and takes me into his mouth. Watching the back of his head bob up and down on my shaft drives me insane. My hand, which was rubbing his back, pulls down the back of his tighty whities and targets in on his twink-hole. I wet my fingers and roughly push them inside of him. I need to taste him. I turn him away from me and remove his briefs, spreading his legs wide. Face to face with his opening, my tongue traces through the tiny hairs surrounding it. His hole meets my lips, and I start Frenching it, like I used to kiss his mother. I pull his erection backwards and lick the length - cockhead to hole. Like a good little slut, he lifts his ass and arches his back, moaning his acceptance to the impending dicking he is about to receive. He collapses onto the bed, feeling me dive further inside of him, stopping only when my groin rests against his pale ass cheeks. Slack-jawed and spaced out, Zac grunts when I pull my cock out and push back in building to a rhythmic fuck. My dickhead kisses his second ring with each thrust, making the young man moan louder and curl his toes. Hearing his sounds sends tingles deep into my balls, almost like they remember he was created from them. RING! Like in my dream, my ex-wife tries to interrupt. Zac tells me not to answer, but does his old man listen? No. “Hello.” There is something inherently satisfying as I continue to fuck Zac while talking to his mother. He tries to muffle his sounds but the constant tapping against his prostate has him drooling. I watch my cock appear and disappear while his hole struggles to accommodate my girth as I end the call. I flip Zac onto his back and have him hold his leg high, giving me full access to his fuckhole. I lick my palm and grasp his cock. It isn’t as thick as mine, but I notice that his nuts bounce the same way mine do when I jerk off. I stare down at him, holding onto his thighs as I fuck. I created this asshole, and now it feels like it is being customized for my cock, every vein carving into him like a key and its lock. I’m drilling him when my cock goes suddenly rigid. “You’re going to make me cum!” before filling him with our shared DNA. Zac was in a fuck stupor, still moaning and mumbling from the pounding. I sit back and admired my handy work. His lightly hairy ass dripping my cum, coating the ass-lips in glaze. He whimpers as I push some daddy ooze back inside and lay on top of him. “You make the cutest whimpers,” I say to him as I lean forward to kiss his parted mouth. Drained, I wrap my arms around him and position my deflating cock in between his freshly lubed ass. If I have another hot dream, I want to be ready to go. I close my eyes.

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