His eyes fluttered once in a while, and the breath escaped him in bursts of ecstasy. He felt Hawthorn’s hand leave his hip to slide his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of his cock up to his chest. They remained in the training shed for hours. Lowland raised his arms over his head and arched his back in pleasure. His cock throbbed as it swung and smacked against his belly with each merciless stroke. Both men were panting and dripping with sweat. Lowland felt empty without it. Lowland felt the cockhead press into his rear for only a moment before it slowly eased inside. Hawthorn even surprised his father by revealing a handmade cock he could strap around his waist with a leather belt. Lowland watched as his son looked at him with curious regard. The feeling of his son’s hips pressing into his rear made Lowland groan. The feeling of his son’s hips pressing into his rear made Lowland groan. Lowland, himself, had won the championship for five years in a row and was proud to pass on his skills to his son. Hawthorn sighed, rolling his neck and shoulders in small circles. “I could spend my life worshipping you.
