My son had the controller in his hand, he started, and Jan and I stayed as spectators. I began to fuck the boy steadily along the thrusts, enjoying every inch the asshole gave me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, and this time, he didn’t look away. I pressed my forehead against his, and we panted like sprinters at the finish line. What the hell? I reached up and grabbed the boy’s knees. I sat with my legs spread on the boy’s thighs and moved up a little from there. “Well, in that case, no rubber, but this.” I took a tube of Mister B lube with a little anesthetic from the drawer, thinking that Jan’s log might be challenging to handle at first. The boy was wearing tight, skintight Nike boxer shorts. I put on my underwear and went to answer the door anyway, I knew which way the wind was blowing. I didn’t care about anything; my cock was having a party, and that was all that mattered. I don’t think Brett has any idea what I’m doing with his daddy,” Jan said with a grin, referring to my son. Out in the hallway, Jan glanced into the bedroom. I had expected something… I slid my cock and pushed my slippery fingers into the boy’s hole. “Hey!
