He fucked me relentlessly even after I came. He settled my legs in between his hips and asked me to ride him. “I think you’re handsome,” he said. He chuckled at my response. I walked out of his hotel room, he texted me not soon after with a picture of a sad face and his dick saying they were going to miss me. When people think of a middle aged guy having an affair it is usually with their female secretary or yoga teacher… but I wonder how often it is with a younger guy at the pool. We were both casually dressed, nothing too fancy. He chuckled at my response. I forgot for a moment that I was speaking to my uncle, a friend of my dad’s. And I didn’t want to pass up the chance to get dicked down again. “Can I fuck you?”
He asked. He was moaning and feeling so good, I can tell. I was spent and tired. I texted my dad that night to tell him I saw Uncle Greg. Not going to lie, the idea turned me on a bit. “Do you want to suck me off?” He asked. He was so kind and gentle at first.
