Twink Son

My cock head glides past the light resistance and into the slick, warm confines of his anal walls before he can finish his sentence. We both groan at the sensations and our eyes roll back as we connect like never before.
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I’m 44, divorced and enjoying a quiet life. My wife left me when our son Julian was still in middle school. I should’ve put more effort into dating after my ex left but the few times I did, it seemed like a hassle and a waste of time. It rarely led to sex, most women were too intimidated by the size of my large cock.
Julian moved out after he turned 18 and I got in a routine of hanging around at home, masturbating my thick eight inches whenever the wind blew. The perk of living alone was being able to walk around naked, cock in hand.
That lasted for a couple years until recently when Julian moved back home after another roommate situation didn’t work out. It’s been an easy adjustment for us for the most part. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been great having Julian around the house again, it just sucks having to wear clothes again and contain my jerk off sessions to my room.
Our opposite schedules meant we weren’t in each other’s way but we still made time to catch up and sometimes eat dinner or watch a movie together.
He’s good company when he’s around, we’ve always had a pretty solid relationship. He’s still a pretty social guy, always out hanging out with friends and usually comes home pretty late and sometimes not alone.
I haven’t met any of his nocturnal visitors, I’m usually in bed by the time he gets home. It must not be one of his buddies, because they never stay long enough for breakfast. He...