With a look of pure love and adoration, Asher went in for a kiss. He and his father, Mr. Reese Richards had always been close, and Reese knew he looked up to him. But things had changed in the best way possible. Asher didn’t just look up to him, he wanted him.
I really am the luckiest dad alive, Mr. Richards thought.
They barely made it across the threshold before they started making out. Mr. Richard’s manhood bobbed up and down as my son’s cherry-red lips and bubble-gum tongue worked their magic. He couldn’t keep his hands off of Asher’s fine, tiny-dancer shape and build—Regardless of how Mother Nature had formed Asher, his masculine transformation gave him a certain ruggedness that was most definitely appealing and easy on the eyes.
Asher suddenly pushed Mr. Richards back on the bed. For being so young still, Asher had really become quite a master at giving head. Asher’s oral training came straight from his father. And yet, his son demonstrated for him how even a tiny, little mouth such as his could fairly easily take the entire girth of Mr. Richards with one swallow. The way Asher could use those juicy, cherry lips to suction onto my sensitive cockhead was something he had figured out how to do all on his own—Mr. Richards was sure he hadn’t taught him that!
