{"id":36894,"date":"2021-09-28T13:00:53","date_gmt":"2021-09-28T11:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=36894"},"modified":"2026-02-15T08:10:31","modified_gmt":"2026-02-15T07:10:31","slug":"a-friend-indeed-a-gay-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/a-friend-indeed-a-gay-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Friend Indeed – A Gay Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

Spence had worked for A Friend Indeed for nearly three years and, as he was now the employee with the most seniority, he was offered the new clients first.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d Gretchen, his boss, asked. \u201cYou want this one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence thought it over. \u201cYeah, I\u2019ll take it, help get it all set up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Getting new clients acclimated to A Friend Indeed wasn\u2019t too difficult. They were not a \u201chome health service,\u201d they were a companion service, a rent-a-friend, for the elderly. Most of their clients lived alone, some were older couples, and almost all of them were contracted by concerned family members. People needed a little help around the house sometimes, someone to run errands. A Friend Indeed mostly provided someone to talk to, someone to listen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0The contracts had already been signed, the times scheduled. Spence read over the file:\u00a0 Walt Gintry, 70, widower for twenty years, former engineer, lived alone. His daughter signed him up so someone would stop by and spend a couple of hours with her dad three days a week (Monday, Wednesday, Friday). \u201cHe sits at home, alone, all the time\u201d his daughter, Margott, wrote in the paperwork, \u201cI\u2019d like to get a friend for Daddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cHe\u2019s not an asshole, is he?\u201d Spence asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Gretchen said. \u201cHis daughter said he initially didn\u2019t want us, but relented when he saw how much it meant to her. According to the daughter, her dad said it might be nice to have someone to play cards with once in a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAn engineer,\u201d Spence mused. \u201cI hope he\u2019s not too weird.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

#<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence put the address in his GPS:\u00a0 3232 Oakdale Pines. He followed the turn-by-turn directions and was afraid he was lost when he turned onto a dead end road in the middle of nowhere. Fear soon gave way to a whistle of surprise when he saw the destination: an immaculate two-story house nestled among a forest of fragrant pines with a pool in the back, no less.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence bathed in the quiet of the surroundings before he rang the doorbell. The birds chirped with the faint hum of the central unit and pool from the rear of the house. The air was so fresh it felt cool in his nose, crisp in his lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n

The doorbell chimed softly inside. It was a mere moment before the door opened and Walt Gintry stood staring at him. The older man was partially bald, what buzzed hair remained was gunmetal grey. He was of medium height, meat on his bones which gathered at his belly to tighten his blue t-shirt and politely overlap the waist of his green running shorts. He moved with fluid motions in his flip-flops.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, sir,\u201d Spence said. \u201cMister Gintry?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt eyed him up and down. \u201cYou selling something for school?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence laughed. \u201cNo, sir, I\u2019m Spence Collier. I\u2019m with A Friend Indeed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d the man\u2019s features softened. \u201cThat thing my daughter signed me up for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I guess you should come on in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The house was pristinely clean. Many homes of the solitary male had some amount of clutter, untidiness, but not Walt\u2019s home. This wasn\u2019t the stereotypical abode of the universal bachelor. The house was spotless, devoid of clutter, everything in its proper place with a hint of potpourri in the air complimented by the freshness of Walt\u2019s cologne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo I pay you now or what?\u201d Walt closed the door to the June heat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no, sir,\u201d Spence replied. \u201cYour daughter has made all the arrangements, she\u2019s taken care of everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cOne less thing I got to worry with, I suppose.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir. It\u2019s all taken care of.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what do you do?\u201d Walt led the young man into the living room. It was wood paneled, furnished with a large sectional sofa and recliners. Stacks of magazines were on the desk in the far corner next to the computer. Recessed shelves were full of books. A television, the biggest Spence had seen outside of an electronics store, was mounted on the wall. Models of World War II aircraft lined shelves and were encased in glass boxes. Framed posters of old movies hung on the walls.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence stared at the room and its furnishings with wonder and envy. \u201cMy job is to come by three days a week and hang out with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice work?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you can get it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt laughed. He motioned for Spence to sit.<\/span><\/p>\n

The young man chose one end of the sofa. Walt sat at the other and slipped his flip-flops off.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI understand why my daughter did this,\u201d Walt said. \u201cI do. I don\u2019t feel I need it. I\u2019m fine by myself. I like my solitude. Margot worries, probably too much. Especially since she doesn\u2019t get out here to visit me very often. Work and all that, family of her own. She calls, though. A lot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe says you don\u2019t go out very much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust when I need to. I don\u2019t see good to drive at night anymore, haven\u2019t in a long time. During the day, I have other things to do,\u201d he laughed. \u201cI occupy myself. I don\u2019t like going to stores and stuff. I have groceries delivered. Whatever I need, I order online.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKind of a hermit, a recluse?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt smiled, sheepish. \u201cYeah, I reckon you could say that. After my wife died…I\u2019ve been pretty much alone, I\u2019ve kinda gotten used to it. I can kinda see why my daughter would rent me a friend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt shifted on the sofa, brought his leg up to stretch it out between them. His shorts shifted and allowed, from Spence\u2019s position, a peek up Walt\u2019s shorts. The young man could see a tuft of grey pubic hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence felt his face warming. He scratched at his ear so he could turn his gaze away. He shifted his own self on the sofa as he felt blood rush and his crotch begin to swell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, first thing, don\u2019t think of it as someone being paid to visit you,\u201d Spence said. He cleared his throat to clear his mind. \u201cThink of it as a friend stopping by to hang out with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt laughed. \u201cOkay. Just make sure you call. I don\u2019t like wearing clothes and I doubt you wanna catch me with my bat and balls swinging.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence flushed. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure to do that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI embarrassed you, I\u2019m sorry-\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Spence laughed. He tried not to imagine the man naked, tried not to think of the fullness of the rest of Walt\u2019s grey bush. Spence crossed his legs. \u201cWhat do you like to do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

#<\/span><\/p>\n

They sat by the pool under an umbrella drinking cold sodas. Spence wasn\u2019t allowed to drink alcohol while on the job (\u201cLike a cop,\u201d Walt joked), so Walt, the gracious host, drank soda, too, and smoked a cigar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWere you ever in the military?\u201d Spence asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Walt replied. \u201cI\u2019ve always had a problem being told what to do. Luckily, I was never drafted for anything.\u201d He puffed on his cigar. \u201cNext time, bring your swim trunks, we\u2019ll get in the pool.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d Spence he thought he had replied a little too much excitement.<\/span><\/p>\n

They talked for two hours, telling jokes (Walt loved a good dirty joke and Spence was happy to comply) and discussing various hobbies and interests. Walt loved literature, history, big band music, and nature. Spence admitted to not being much of a reader and he wasn\u2019t very familiar with big band, but he loved hiking and camping.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the time was up and Spence was leaving, Walt genuinely seemed somewhat let down.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll see you the day after tomorrow,\u201d Spence told him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooking forward to it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

#<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence went home to his one-bedroom apartment. He showered, watched Netflix, exchanged text messages with a couple of friends from work about different clients. At eleven-thirty, he laid in the bed and tried to sleep, but sleep didn\u2019t come easy. It resisted him. Lying serene, he listened to the song of the traffic on the streets below as thoughts and images crept into his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

He thought of the day, of Walt\u2019s house surrounded by the majesty of trees, the daylight-filled den. He thought of the book spines neatly lined on the shelves, the pleasant baritone of Walt\u2019s voice. He saw Walt shifting on the sofa, how his shorts ruffled, saw the grey hairs of the older man\u2019s crotch. The young man imagined running naked through the woods which surrounded his client\u2019s house, how Walt would chase him, catch him, and wrap his arms around him. Walt would hold him firm, his hairy body pressed to Spence\u2019s smooth flesh, pinning him to a tree in a curtain of moss.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence\u2019s dick hardened. He slid his hand beneath his sleep pants, down his briefs as he imagined the heat from Walt\u2019s body burning with his own. He dreamed of rubbing his face in the bed of Walt\u2019s pubes, feeling the older man stiffen against his face before he took him whole in his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence pushed his clothes down and stroked. His steady fist increased as he thought of Walt forcing him to gag on his cock. At the thought of the older man shooting hot loads down his throat, the young man came with a string of grunts. His body crumpled as it emptied itself onto his stomach and chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

#<\/span><\/p>\n

For two nights in a row he jacked-off to fantasies of Walt, to the idea of them peeling each other’s clothes off, their bodies sweaty, panting as each explored the other. Now, Spence was in professional mode. He pushed the fantasies aside, yet they hovered there just beneath the surface. He could work like that, he had before, suppressing his attraction to older men, although none had ever been as attractive as Walt.<\/span><\/p>\n

When he rang the doorbell, Spence had dispelled his mind\u2019s playground. He had never \u201cfooled around\u201d with a client, and he would not. He wouldn\u2019t jeopardize his job in any such way.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt opened the door all smiles. He wore a red tank top which allowed his dark chest hair to breathe. His black sweatpants were baggy and hung loose over his bare feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you bring your swimming trunks?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? No,\u201d Spence replied. \u201cI forgot them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt ushered him in. \u201cYou\u2019ll have to remember them on Monday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll set a reminder on my phone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s how it starts,\u201d Walt smiled. \u201cYou forget things and have to leave yourself notes. How old are you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty-eight,\u201d Spence chuckled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot old at all. Too young for forgetfulness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cToo much going on in here,\u201d Spence tapped his head as he walked beside Walt into the den.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to learn to relax.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They drank soda, played Gin Rummy, and laughed for a full three hours. When it was time for Spence to leave, his sides were hurting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMonday?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTen o\u2019clock.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan you make it nine and stay longer?\u201d Walt asked him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll see what I can do,\u201d Spence said. \u201cI\u2019m sure I can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt clapped him on the back, ran his hand along Spence\u2019s firm shoulder. \u201cThat sounds good. Make it eight if you can. You look like you could use the pool time. Don\u2019t forget your trunks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence held up his phone. \u201cI set a reminder.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood. If you forget, again, I\u2019ll either throw you in fully clothed or we can swim bare assed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence laughed, albeit nervous as he stiffened in his pants. \u201cI\u2019ll see you Monday, Mr.-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no. What did I say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWalt.\u201d Spence waved. \u201cMonday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt watched him until he was in his car and started the engine. Spence blasted the cold air. His erection hurt against his denim jeans, ready to be freed, ready for release.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

#<\/span><\/p>\n

On Saturday evening, with the sun low to the horizon, Spence\u2019s cell phone rang. He looked at it and did a double take.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, hello,\u201d Walt said through the phone. \u201cI hope I\u2019m not interrupting anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, of course not.\u201d Spence looked around his empty apartment. \u201cWhat\u2019s up? Everything okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah, there\u2019s no emergency or anything.\u201d Walt chuckled and it sent bumps of titillation over Spence\u2019s arms. \u201cThis is silly actually…how about we forget I called.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow about you tell me why you called and I\u2019ll decide if we should forget it,\u201d Spence said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"f1s<\/a><\/p>\n

Walt chuckled again, husky. \u201cOkay, son. I don\u2019t want to interrupt any plans you have or anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrust me, I have no plans,\u201d Spence said. \u201cI was about to microwave a frozen dinner. It\u2019s not exactly a wild Saturday night over here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Walt said. \u201cWell, thing is, my daughter, Margot, you know her-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d Truthfully, Spence only knew her name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe was gonna come over tonight. I fired up the grill, cooked some hamburgers. We were gonna hit the pool, just us. But she got called away on business, had to leave for California on the spur of the moment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s how her job is,\u201d said Walt. \u201cAnyway, I have the burgers ready and the beer\u2019s cold. I\u2019d hate for it to go to waste. So, I thought maybe you\u2019d like to join me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Walt, wow-\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI understand if you can\u2019t. I\u2019m sure you have plans already. Plus, the job-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m off the clock,\u201d Spence said, sure his smile was detectable through his voice. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t have a single thing planned.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019ll join me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d love to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s great,\u201d Walt said. \u201cCome on over. You just made an old man very happy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee you soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence jumped in the shower as soon as the call ended. Scrubbed and cleaned, he dressed in chinos and t-shirt, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone and was on the highway half way to Walt\u2019s house in under thirty minutes. He breathed deeply and his knotted nerves untangled themselves in the scant sunset traffic headed out of town.<\/span><\/p>\n

He parked in the lush greenery of Walt\u2019s driveway and smelled grilled ground beef and chlorine when he exited his car. The front door opened and his host greeted him, shirtless in vibrant blue silky shorts. Spence ran his tongue over his lips\u2014 an involuntary reaction\u2014 as his eyes feasted on the spread of grey and white which covered the older man\u2019s chest and stomach to match the thatches on his arms. The plugs of Walt\u2019s nipples were hard. Once more, seeing Walt, Spence\u2019s dick twitched, stirred.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt motioned him inside, a big smile on his face. \u201cGet in here. I hope you brought an appetite.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did,\u201d Spence said. Walt stood aside and the younger man entered, inhaling the crisp aroma of his elder\u2019s scent. \u201cI\u2019m starving.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt\u2019s massive hand adjusted the prominent bulge behind the sheen of his shorts. His balls looked to be the size of apples. \u201cGood, good.\u201d He closed the door and led Spence to the sliding glass doors in the living room. \u201cOff the clock and ready for a beer, I hope.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThirsty as hell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The burgers were delicious, but the two men talked more than they ate, punctuating statements with sips from ice cold bottles of beer. Spence listened as Walt talked about his late wife, their time in free-love communes when they were younger, their travels after they retired, nudist beaches.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe had some wild times,\u201d Walt said, sipped beer. He lit a cigar, blew smoke.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt sounds like it.\u201d Spence was enthralled by the history, enchanted by the spell the clouds of smoke cast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, Margot\u2014\u201d Walt laughed. \u201cI don\u2019t see how <\/span>our<\/span><\/i> daughter turned out so conservative.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, a lot of what you did took a good deal of bravery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That made Walt laugh more. \u201cBravery? Bravery had nothing to do with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReally? The communes? I\u2019m thinking orgies and daisy chains of sweaty bodies,\u201d Spence laughed, sipped beer. \u201cAnd nudist beaches. That takes guts.\u201d He shook his beer. \u201cOr things a lot stronger than this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t need liquid courage to shed inhibitions,\u201d said Walt. \u201cYeah, you get the butterflies the first time, maybe even the hundredth time\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence almost spit his beer out with a chuckle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut once you do it,\u201d Walt continued, \u201conce you conquer whatever fear is holding you back, you never look back. It\u2019s just another thing. While your thing hangs out,\u201d he coughed a laugh with his guest. He threw his empty bottle of beer against the side of the house where it shattered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence jumped at the sound of breaking glass. \u201cWhoa!\u201d He stared at the splotches of beer on the siding. He looked at Walt, they laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThrow it!\u201d Walt commanded him. \u201cThrow that goddamn bottle and then we\u2019re jumping in that goddamn pool!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence\u2019s merriment subsided. \u201cI don\u2019t know about that, sir. I think maybe we\u2019ve had a little too much beer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt reached across the table and grabbed Spence\u2019s bottle. He turned the bottle and pointed to the label. \u201cIt\u2019s non-alcoholic. We\u2019ve been drinking straight-up baby piss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence flung the bottle and it broke into a hundred shards on the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck yeah!\u201d Walt pumped his fist. \u201cNow, we swim like men!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI forgot my trunks,\u201d Spence said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI said we swim like men.\u201d Walt stood and kicked his chair back. He shoved his hands into his short\u2019s waistband.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNaked!\u201d Spence stopped him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI swim naked all the time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence smiled and stood. He kicked over his own chair. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt shoved his shorts down and they fell around his ankles. From the field of grey, his cock hung like an elephant trunk over his balls which were more perfect than Spence could have wished for. He kicked his shorts aside and his dick swung like a pendulum, his testicles like twin wrecking balls with the motion of his legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence kicked off his own shoes, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, slowly. He saw Walt\u2019s cock twitch, stretch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt saw his friend\u2019s hesitation. \u201cIf you don\u2019t want to\u2026I\u2019m sorry, I don\u2019t know what I was thinking. I didn\u2019t mean\u2014 I get carried away sometimes. Please, please forgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWalt, no, it\u2019s not\u2014\u201c Spence stepped out of his pants and went to him. \u201cNo. I want to.\u201d He looked into his eyes. \u201cI want to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt put his hands on Spence\u2019s hips and pulled him close until their lips met. His tongue darted into the young man\u2019s mouth, parted his lips, fought the other\u2019s tongue, danced with it. Walt had a quick intake of breath when Spence gripped his pulsing cock and tugged it, stroked it with his own fervent breaths.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tore his hungry mouth free and immediately clamped his lips around Walt\u2019s puckered nipples. Spence sucked them between his teeth, felt the man grow in his hand, felt himself grow as the older man\u2019s hands slithered into his underwear to squeeze his ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWalt\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to call me Daddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy,\u201d Spence breathed into his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt\u2019s cock stiffened to full size. His shuddered into Spence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSay it again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy,\u201d Spence moaned into his ear. Walt\u2019s body tensed as his dick oozed clear joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt shoved the young man\u2019s tented boxers down. Spence\u2019s cock bobbed and nudged the other\u2019s man leg. Walt squeezed Spence\u2019s balls, tugged them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence swept his underwear aside. Walt guided them to the lounger. He reclined and Spence slid between his thighs. He nuzzled Walt\u2019s heavy sack, licked up from his taint.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes Daddy like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy likes it.\u201d He grabbed two handfuls of Spence\u2019s hair. \u201cClean my balls, Son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence filled his mouth with Daddy\u2019s left nut and sucked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHarder,\u201d Walt growled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His Son sealed his lips around his treat and did as he was told. Walt clenched his hands on the arms of the creaking lounger and lifted his hips in ecstasy. Spence sucked harder and stroked Walt\u2019s rock hard shaft. When he let loose of his Daddy\u2019s big ball, Walt fell back to the seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence stroked him, delighted in the smile his Daddy wore, his closed eyes in euphoria.<\/span><\/p>\n

From the base of Daddy\u2019s cock, Spence nibbled and licked until he came to the top. He, greedily, lapped up the abundance of sparkling nourishment he found, smeared it on his lips with his tongue before he opened wide and eased Daddy into his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, fuck,\u201d Walt said. He rose to meet Spence, plunged into his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence worked him with his mouth and both hands. Spence popped off him with a gag as Walt slapped his cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFeed me,\u201d he said. He stroked Daddy\u2019s cock, tongued his slit, the underside of his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt met his Son\u2019s rhythm, thrust his hips into his jerking hands. \u201cI\u2019m gonna cum, I\u2019m gonna fuckin\u2019 cum,\u201d he said, his balls constricted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFeed me, Daddy!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

White hot ropes erupted from Daddy\u2019s cock and splashed himself and his Son like a burst paint can. Spence cleaned his Daddy like a starving dog. He licked cum from his hands, from Walt\u2019s balls, sucked it from his fingers, smeared it across his mouth. He had never tasted anything so good and all he wanted was more cum and more of Daddy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walt was collapsed in the chair. Spence sucked him until his near foot-long cock went limp in his mouth. He climbed to beside his Daddy, ran fingers through his chest hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou taste so good.\u201d Spence sucked Walt\u2019s earlobe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The older man shifted to his side in the large lounger, face to face with his Son. He cradled an arm around him and they kissed\u2014 deep, longing. Walt took Spence in hand and it required minimum maneuvering before the younger man spilled in a torrent of heaven.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Daddy, his hand thick with it, fed the payload to his son. With his mouth sticky and frosted, they kissed, again, two bodies pressed into one happiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think I need that companion service anymore,\u201d said Walt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spence, with a smile, tweaked his Daddy\u2019s nipple. \u201cI don\u2019t think you do either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The pool hummed, the stars shimmered, and Walt and Spence held each other into the night.<\/span><\/p>\n

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