The Doghouse
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“Why’s that?”
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“Why’s that?”
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
“If we could do it with each other, that’d be so fucking perfect.”
“Huh?” I said. The comment took me completely off guard. “Make out with each other?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. “Like if one of us was a girl. We could have sex, like, whenever we wanted.”
“Does Trish suck your cock?” I said.
“Sometimes,” Joey said.
“Does she suck it as good as me?”
Kevin and Toby had discussed it earlier – the donuts were so fat and puffy that they barely had holes in the middle. If they were going to get them on, their cocks were going to have to be hard.
As much as I resented his laziness, I couldn’t help but lust after this hot guy. I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes. He’d come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and I’d watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall.