While Ian was in the kitchen, his old man came in and caught a glimpse of him in his basketball shorts. Ian wasn’t trying to put on a show, but Landon was completely smitten and aroused. He came in close, running his hands over the boy’s back and chest, feeling his smooth skin and remembering how much he loved to kiss him...

The two embraced, locking their lips as they felt each other’s strong, masculine bodies. Landon felt up his boy’s backside, moving down to cup his smooth, ample butt cheeks. They filled his hand so perfectly, making him hard as he massaged them. There in the palm of his hand he held his perfect handsome boy, knowing he could fuck him and breed him like no man ever could!

Taking off his clothes, he bent him over the edge of the kitchen counter, the same counter where they prepared their family meals, lifting his leg up to see his hole spread. Every time was special; to see his little hole open up for him, just waiting to take his tongue, finger, or cock! And the way he looked back, pleading with his puppy dog eyes, made him all the more excited.

Sliding his cock up to his hole, he teased him, waiting to feel his pulse relax, and his breathing become deeper and heavier before pushing it in. Just when he could tell Ian was on the edge of desperation, he pulled it out and ran his tongue over Ian’s tasty hole, getting it wet enough for him to push the thick mass of his manhood deeper into his son’s rectum.

Ian let out a breath as he felt his dad’s manhood stretch him open as it moved deeper into his body. Every time was just as powerful and meaningful as the first! He felt himself flush with passion as the love of his daddy filled him up, making him give him everything he had in return. All Mr. Landon wanted was his boy’s love and affection, his trust and his heart — and his bare, tight hole to breed...