It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned on. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned o.... But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve been in this exact scenario I’d invite you not to consider me a twat for suggesting that. (Oh, and there was a gentleman sucking my cock two inches from. "Now start by taking your shoes and socks off, boy," she smiles. "Guys look nicer when they are barefoot."I smile quizzically in return, uncertain where this is leading, but I do as she asks. I pad into the room after her.It's a large room, but even so the bed dominates it. It's hard to imagine that this is only about coffee – especially after the 'take your shoes off" thing. Gwenda pours out two glasses of sparkling mineral water. "Here, Joseph. Coffee makes your mouth taste sour."I'm not used. Perfect, fucking perfect, just the way I like it.‘Big Guy’ gestures me over with his head. As I look down at the very pretty guy servicing his dick, ‘Youngster’ takes a breather. I’m very impressed because Big Guy has a really large cock with a huge mushroom head. I am a cock-sucker of note, but Big Guy’s meat is really going challenge the hell out of me. Youngster resumes his oral action as Big Guy places his arm around my shoulders, clasping the back of my head and steering my mouth towards. Dad explained that now that I was of age, I might have some fun doing it. Honestly, I was a little surprised but I was all ears and ready for anything by now.Dad told me to follow him to their bedroom which I did and he pulled the strap-on from the bedside table and let me hold it. It was really big (larger than my cock for sure) and it was made of some kind of soft plastic that felt real to the touch. Dad explained that mom liked to wear it and shove it in his ass. He bent over and placed the.