The boy’s smaller frame slithered its way up towards me, leaning against my chest as our lips locked into a kiss. My large hands move into the groove of John’s smooth bubble butt, my body instinctively knowing where to touch and forgetting all about who I was touching. The physical stimulation pushed the doubt out of my mind and fully embraced the natural closeness we quickly became accustomed to. My tight white underwear left little to the imagination as my large appendage revealed its size and excitement tenting against the fabric. Using both his hands and his lips to admire his dad, it was the perfect amount of friction for a raging hard boner. I had never heard John groan the way he did when I peeled back my waistband and gave the British boy the full taste of my big cock. He paused in front of my huge erection, revelling in how beautiful the sight of the cock that made him was not only throbbing hard but also leaking that potent dad seed. Both of us are a bit nervous as John gets onto his back and throws his legs up into the air to present his tight hole to me. With a big cock and tiny hole, I knew I had to be sure to take my time opening my horny boy up properly. My large frame mounted John, with my thrusts stirring up more moans from the bottom as I slowly but surely stretched out his hole. It was one of the hottest things I think I had ever witnessed, seeing the younger man pace himself through the pain to get to the pleasure I was doing my best to provide to him.