...he try to look at me but he´s bildfolded, but i could see he wanted and didn´t like he is not wanting to do it and i repeat NOW.....so he does sp...t....and i step on his chest with my heels with force.....slowly i go with my heels to his cock....and i say....what the f*** we have here ?????? we would whisper something when suddenly i say.......why is not hard ????? he try to say he is not in the mood...and i yell...WRONG ANSWER......so i kick his cock a bit with my heels.......i untie his. “Did where?” My son asked. “Here, like your skin here.” I forced my right hand between and brushed it up and down on my son’s chest and stomach and as I did that I ‘inadvertently’ caught my son’s erection. In a reflex he lifted his belly from mine and stared at me. Without waiting for his further reactions, I immediately pulled his boxer down and let his monster out. My son’s penis now lay bare, erect, oozing precum and arrested between our bodies. With his boxer around his knees, my son. But John was not normal. John fantasised about Ann fucking another man. John was one of those males who wanted to share their wife with other men. John was a cuckold. Technically, of course, he wasn’t one yet. Though he had shared his fantasy with his wife Ann for a couple of years there only excursion into it was to role play together in the privacy of their bedroom. Tonight however there was the possibility that his fantasy might be fulfilled. It been a hard slog but he finally managed to. He turned to face the two pursuers who moments before had abandoned their effort at stealth and began to run toward them. His heart raced even as his mind calmed. He’d faced more than one attacker before. In the beginning on the island his opponents were friends or became friends. Antoine and his companions, for example. The boys wrestled on the beach. Nude, their wrestling matches more than once turned to sex play, and more than one participant ended up with a faceful or a mouthful of cum..