A friend had invited me to spend the night at his house. Despite our late bedtime, I had woken up early, and to let him sleep peacefully, I went downstairs in search of some breakfast. I often went to his house and I knew where to find what I needed in the kitchen, which was usually deserted at this hour, because these parents both left for work very early. But that morning, I found my friend's father there, in a dressing gown, finishing his bowl in the strong, heady smell of coffee that filled the room. He greeted me cordially and, seeming delighted to see me, invited me to the table to share the end of his morning snack. He inquired if his son was still sleeping and then explained to me that his wife had left early as usual, but that he was entitled to leave that day, He got up to clear his dishes and garbage, then came back to stand next to me. I felt the strong and unsavory scents he gave off that he hadn't showered yet. This is where he told me point-blank that he had seen me several times waiting near the toilets in the park… It was a local pick-up spot where I passed from time to time suck a few cocks when the urge became too pressing. And you had to really want to, because the vast majority of the guys you met there were no longer from the first youth. Anyway, I was not leading off, fearing that he would take reason for my frequentation of this place to prevent me from seeing his son again. But he went on to say that it was curious that we had never met there. The amazement that came over me burst into such a curious expression on my face that he burst out laughing before adding that chance was good, since we were both reunited this morning. Then he began to tell me that he liked to go and get a little blowjob from time to time, that he had always found that guys sucked better, but that it was even more pleasant when it was done by a small, slightly effeminate young man. He then plunged his eyes into mine, declaring that he was sure that I loved it, sucking mature men, that he had read it in me from the first time he had seen me. And without even waiting for my approval, he pushed aside the tails of his bathrobe, revealing to me that he was wearing nothing underneath. His still soft cock rested gently on the hairy cushion of his rounded balls, emerging from a thick tuft of brown hair that smells heady of sweat and urine. At the end, between the top of her thighs, hanging slightly below the balls, I saw a slight gleam, still almost completely concealed under the foreskin, of her coppery glans, the little slit of which seemed to be smiling at me. He grabbed his cock with one hand, raising it in my direction and the other came to rest behind my head, in an unequivocal invitation to get closer to his hardening rod that I saw taking substance visibly, quickly reaching more than respectable dimensions. The "Suck!" he whispered to me, giving me a look of authority was useless, I had understood what he expected of me and at the very moment he was dying on his lips, mine rounded around his penis now completely stiff which penetrated my mouth leaving an acrid taste of dirt and piss that went with the nauseating odor that emanated from his intimate hairiness. I was fighting an overwhelming nausea as I started to back and forth along his cock. He let me do it three or four times, then his fingers twitched in my hair, and, rearing up sharply, he thrust his hips forward, thrusting his turgid glans deep into my mouth, forcing my glottis to shove it deep in my throat, snatching a moist retching from me, followed by a stream of thick drool that trickled down his balls and down my chin. Following his injunction, I skillfully cleaned his balls with my tongue before sucking them between my lips, until with a sharp gesture, he pulls my face up towards his cock and shoves it down my throat again. His hips stilled, and grabbing my head with both hands, he began to move it up and down, while my mouth followed the same movement on his cock. He said, “Damn! You suck better than my wife! and picked up the pace again. I almost choked every time that, under the pressure of his palms, my lips descended to the base of his cock then they kept them there for long seconds, stifling groans of pleasure. He didn't need this treatment for long to release five long spurts of thick cum on my tongue, telling me to swallow everything. and seizing my head with both hands, he began to make it go up and down, while my mouth followed the same movement on his sex. He said, “Damn! You suck better than my wife! and picked up the pace again. I almost choked every time that, under the pressure of his palms, my lips descended to the base of his cock then they kept them there for long seconds, stifling groans of pleasure. He didn't need this treatment for long to release five long spurts of thick cum on my tongue, telling me to swallow everything. and seizing my head with both hands, he began to make it go up and down, while my mouth followed the same movement on his sex. He said, “Damn! You suck better than my wife! and picked up the pace again. I almost choked every time that, under the pressure of his palms, my lips descended to the base of his cock then they kept them there for long seconds, stifling groans of pleasure. He didn't need this treatment for long to release five long spurts of thick cum on my tongue, telling me to swallow everything. under the pressure of his palms, my lips descended to the base of his cock then they held them there for long seconds, stifling groans of pleasure. He didn't need this treatment for long to release five long spurts of thick cum on my tongue, telling me to swallow everything. under the pressure of his palms, my lips descended to the base of his cock then they held them there for long seconds, stifling groans of pleasure. He didn't need this treatment for long to release five long spurts of thick cum on my tongue, telling me to swallow everything. He closed his dressing gown, and his cock disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and he sent me to take a shower to rinse off the streaks of saliva that covered my face. As the hot water ran over my skin, I gradually realized what had just happened: I had just sucked my friend's father's cock in his kitchen. He could have surprised us at any time... And now, his father could tell him when he wanted to, if ever...When I came back down, I found my friend seated at the breakfast table with his old man who was talking to him as if nothing had happened. I joined them and, once my first embarrassment dissipated, I resumed my day quietly. At the end of the morning, I ...

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