As always, my intuition was spot on—he filled out the jockstrap perfectly. I made sure to let him know, both verbally, and of course, physically, how beautifully he fit in between the straps. I grabbed his thighs, and played with his firm, full ass cheeks. I had him turn around for me, his sack and his shaft left a perfect print on the front of the white jockstrap’s rough fabric. I noticed how the pouch began to stretch, my son’s cock swelling up at my touch. I teased a bit, letting my finger run along it through the fabric.

I let the head of his cock poke out at the waistline, and then I slowly pulled the fabric down to reveal his growing dick. I took hold of it, examining how it stiffened for me. My boy has a beautiful shaft; I gave it a few good strokes, then went in for a whiff of his scent. His balls smelled of masculine sweat, delicious enough for my mouth to instantly drop open and breathe it in through my mouth. I let my tongue flicker around the head and staff.

He responded to my oral assault with adorable little moans of pleasure. I took off my shirt and had him turn around; there were more tastes I wanted to take. Again, Maxx let me know the pleasure was mutual via moans and coos. I took off my jeans and freed my own rigid dick from its confines before diving back into his cheeks face first. I stroked my cock as I ate him out.

And with that taste, I knew—I needed to be back inside him. I stood up and pointed my stiff meat right at his waiting puckered hole. Tight as he was, his hole invited me in with eventual ease, like yielding butter. Soon I was balls-deep and pounding him up against the wall. I fucked him there for a while, then I had him get on all fours on the floor.

I steadied myself by gripping the strap of his jock and re-entered him from behind. I was going in even deeper now; the both of us grunted and groaned together. I could feel my balls begin to build to a great orgasm, and I thought, I’ve cum inside him plenty of times before. This time, I decided to paint his cheeks with my explosion. After treating his rear like a canvas for my seed, I slid back in and rested on his back, letting the last of my pleasure drip-feed into him. My boy had milked another good load out of his dad, and with my old jock on, I thought he looked great doing it.