As I helped him, my hands lingers on his buttocks, even bravely making its way to his crotch. I got a look at his well defined body, as I did. So I helped Ian out of his clothes it was a tight space. We headed to the small room and started to disrobe, exchanging our clothes for the jockstraps and bathrobes we were provided. Step one was easy: get in the locker room and change.
In fact, I was being given careful advice on how to finally make love to my son. With Ian by my side, I tried to play it calm and cool, like I was just reading things about WiFi recycling and passwords. I read the welcome package over carefully. There were no neighbors of any sort, so we felt like it just us. When we arrived, the place was beautiful and quiet. But deep down, I hoped this would bring us even closer together. At the very least, it would give us some time to relax and bond. We used to go camping years ago, but it was hard to find one-on-one time between school and work. He was just excited to get a weekend away. Eventually, my curiosity was piqued and I thought"why not?" I didn't tell Ian what it was, but it didn't matter. But it seemed private and so exclusive that nobody ever spoke. I tried to find reviews on it, hoping to get a feeling of what it was. It was then that I came across the Forbidden Boy Hotel. all occupied my quiet evenings in bed, thinking about my boy just down the hall. I read stories, unsure what was but constantly enticed by what I'd find. After the fifth or sixth time I caught myself masturbating to Ian, I went online to try to get a handle on what to do. In the gym, at the pool, even stepping out of the shower. I guess he's a chip off the old block in that way.
Nice body, cute face, even a sizeable cock. What surprised me the most was when I started to get turned on by him as well! Time went on and I could see a little that handsomeness that was undeniable that I always carried.
But to him, I always stood handsome, tall, and strong. You get older, the lustful looks still happen, sure. It felt kinda to be seen as desirable by him. His curiosity always encouraged, but I knew he was starting to have sexual ideas as time went by. I'd catch him coming back in the gym, watching me in the pool or the beach, or even stepping out. I could tell there was something more to it just innocent admiration, although I think boys grow up idolizing their guy that is old. When I started getting those looks from an unexpected source: my baby boy, 21, but I'll never forget. I take care of myself, exercise, present myself well, so that I can not say I do not work for it. Most of my life people have wanted to get fucked by me (or fuck me) and I have just become used to it. Tape 1: I'm used to getting lustful looks.
Ga圜est - Mr.Landon & His Boy Ian - Tape #1 Welcome to forbidden boy hotel