Just a few days ago, I had told Asher's slightly elder cousin Jordan to come
visit us. I don't know how or especially when, but the two rascals managed to
act every bit their age and Jordan ended up sliding inside Asher. The thought of
my nephew kissing my son, tasting my son, feeling my son was… enthralling,
actually. A bit worrying, for all the obvious reasons, but on the other side of
that is the fact that Asher is so hungry for cock that he couldn't help but
seduce his cousin. Knowing that makes my meat stiffen up instantly. As I found
Jordan's shirt under the couch while I was cleaning up, I let all these thoughts
flood my mind. It took me a minute to remember that I could easily just go and
ask Asher about it. I was completely bricked up as I made my way up the stairs
and into his room. Asher, ever as open and honest with his dad as usual, was
very forthcoming. He knew I was curious in more ways than one, so I asked him to
not only tell me, but… ...to show me. I had Asher guide me to parrot my nephew's
movements and reenact them out on him. I drove my cock into Asher's hungry wet
mound, missionary first, before spooning him and sliding in for some long,
intense thrusts. I got Asher on all fours and began to pound him more
vigorously...
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