The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)
Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage. I wanted...
D's Get Degrees
The daddy-son roleplay was tickling a weakness in him, a need that was far more than merely physical. his arousal skyrocketed. he nodded enthusiastically, squirming slightly as norman inserted a second finger.