Training Daddy’s Boy
Training Daddy’s Boy
Hommi Extreme
Book 3
Braden Cole
$1.95
Training Daddy’s Boy
Hommi Extreme
Book 3
Braden Cole
$1.95
Carefully, he brushed his son’s hair off his face. Luke breathed lightly and evenly. The sound turned Ben on. Some primeval sense stirred within his cock—which was fast becoming big and hard again. Unable to resist the temptation, he tugged the blanket from Luke’s shoulders and eased it down to the foot of the bed. Luke stirred a bit, but kept right on sleeping.
Ben’s heart skipped a beat as he stared, his eyes transfixed, at his son’s body. Even when he was sleeping, his body looked like it was in motion. The muscles beneath his skin undulated with every breath. His eyes traveled down the boy’s thin waist and lit on Luke’s flaccid cock. Soft hair crowned the rod that rested to the side on his son’s hip. Ben had always harbored a serious fetish for blonde hair. His prick throbbed and quivered as he glared at Luke.
God! he thought. More than anything in the world, Ben wanted to fuck his son.
He shook his head, trying to shrug off the forbidden thought. It’d be a terrible thing to do. Fucking his helpless young son was too perverted and wrong. Ben was a church-going man. Even thinking about dicking his son was a terrible sin. That was something his brother Richard would do… had done…
But Ben had to admit that he really wanted to fuck the boy. He told himself that he’d fight the urge to ram his hardening prick into his son’s tight, untried ass—beautiful, tight, virgin ass.
Ben sighed and turned abruptly. It wouldn’t hurt to turn on the light switch and get a better look at his son’s naked body. Luke always slept in the nude and, when he began to notice that his father was prone to staring at him whenever he was undressed, he’d stopped going around undressed in front of him. As a result, Ben hadn’t seen his son naked for well over a year. He was dying to look at his son’s beautiful body, just to see how it was progressing, of course.
Flicking on the lamp on the table next to Luke’s bed, Ben turned slowly and peeked at his sleeping son. His initial feelings were of shame and disgust with himself. But the more he eyed the boy’s glorious young body, the more excited he became. His prick did a monstrous cock-stand and hung out from his pelvis like an enormous flagpole. God! he thought. What a beautiful boy! An incredibly sexy man-child, just waiting to be fucked!
Luke’s legs were apart just enough to give Ben a glimpse of the boy’s ass-crack—enticing and fuckable, and Ben was aching to slide his prick into that tight virgin ass. If only Luke weren’t his very own son, he’d show the kid what it was like to be fucked properly.
Suddenly, without warning, Luke’s blue eyes blinked—open, once, twice—and the third time, his eyes stayed open. He stared wide-eyed at his father’s raging hard cock wagging above him. The man’s prick throbbed and looked menacing.
Luke had never seen his Dad’s huge prick hard before, and he was stunned.
Thick, long blue veins stood out on the surface of Ben’s blood-engorged prick, and he stood as still as a statue, his heart pounding and his brain racing with lustful thoughts. For a brief moment, their eyes met. Luke’s eyes were full of fear; his father’s eyes were glazed and full of lust and desire.
“Wh-what’s happening? Is this a dream or what? I… I don’t understand? Daddy?”
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