He pulled Colby into him, sharing a passionate kiss with him as a hands free orgasm pulsed through my son's cock. After the last bit of cum oozed out,...Colby pulled away from my son's lips, and leaned down to Harper's stomach and begins scoop his cum in his hand the massive mess my son had made. I almost lost it watching as he feeds my son's jucies back into my son's mouth. “Lick my fingers clean bitch and enjoy the taste of your cum." God, fuck, that was amazing, come on, your turn, I want. The wind more insistent now, clawing through the woods, impossible to ignore as he came to his favorite clearing. There was green grass here, a few stunted, windblown pines standing like gnarled old gnomes, guarding the cliff — and the rocks below — from careless souls. He came to a favored rock, one with a view of the water and the woods lining the shore as far as the eye could see. He leaned on the rock, felt his heart beating and he checked his pulse, felt his carotid. Too high, he sighed.. I’ve even brought home flowers for my daughter when she was only eight years old. Needless to say, I was astounded. After a ‘Thank you.’ and a few moments to put the flowers in water, she recovered and we left for dinner. You may ask why we had such an early dinner. It was the Valentines Day weekend and neither of us cares for crowds. Our table wasn’t quite ready when we arrived at the restaurant, so we went into the bar for a drink. Neither of us cares to drink any more, so we settled on. I told him I would understand if he didn’t want to have anal, at least the first time. But what was the problem about sucking a cock? He touched his own all the time, I figured—and he admitted. And I asked if he would suck his own if he could, if he could bend himself into position. He hesitated, but said that he might try, if he was flexible enough. After a while, I knew that I was winning. We weren’t talking any more about whether he would do it, but about how and who. He didn’t want to get.