When his eyes gave me the green light once again, I leaned forward and planted a firm kiss onto Zac’s pouty lips. Knowing that I was the man that he sexually desired had inflated more than just my ego, as he planted kisses all over my muscular frame and slowly circled his way back down my chest towards my rock hard member. One thing about Zac is that he is always doing his very best to take as many inches of my thick shaft down his throat, every time. I couldn’t help but encourage him with a small sloppy peck before watching him gaze up at me as he crawled back down to take even more of his daddy’s cock. Even when he was gagging on it. Like Zac had been kissing my chest earlier, I too began to shower his backdoor with tender smooches. I lost count of how many times I saw my son’s eyes roll into the back of his skull with my tongue painting the walls of his tight hole. And the way his pucker kissed my digits as I fed his ass something harder than my tongue had my big cock throbbing with anticipation. Why shouldn’t I expect my son’s other hole to be just as hungry for my cock as his mouth was. I’m a bit shocked at how good Zac is at surrendering to my thickness, he moans my praises as I thrust into him slow and steady. My big cock, his tiny hole and a whole new appreciation for the bond I have with the most important man in my life.
