Like every morning, Mr. Harris took his morning walk through..

Like every morning, Mr. Harris took his morning walk through his upper middle class neighborhood. It was already a warm summer morning. He waved at the neighbors as they got into their cars to go to work. He was independently wealthy and income far exceeded any of his neighbors, as a result Harris didn’t have to work. He finally passed the Clarkson house. He immediately noticed the garage door open and the two cars of the married lawyer couple were gone. There was the unmistakable cracking and clinging of weights against each other and on the concert floor of the garage. Harris smiled to himself. The sounds meant that Ryan Clarkson, the Clarkson’s cocky son, was home from college. Harris walked up the driveway to the garage. In the garage, as he suspected he saw the jock boy. The brown hair jock was laying face down on an incline branch doing lat rows. The boy’s wifebeater shirt was stretched over his lean muscular torso. His bare cannon balls size delts were ripped with smooth hard muscles flexing at each rep. The 5” black and white patterned shorts proudly displayed the boy’s bubble ass as it was pushed out, looking so tempting to the older man. Ryan’s legs were long and toned. As he performed each weight the boy grunted. The grunts were making Mr. Harris’s cock stirred. Ryan’s earbuds were blasting music into his ear so the younger man didn’t hear the older man approaching him from behind. Closer Mr. Harris got, he made out the white print on the boy’s shorts said “fuck me, fuck you”. He smiled to himself, don’t mind if I do, he thought to himself. Standing behind the self absorbed jock, the older man boldly stroked Ryan’s left hamstrings, feeling the sweaty thick cords of muscles. Surprised Ryan dropped the weight with a bang on the floor and looked over his broad shoulders. His sexy brown as went from an expression of surprise to recognition. He pulled the earbud from his left ear, “Mr. Harris I didn’t hear you.” The boy smiled. His smile was bright with a hint of the cockiness that he always exhumed. Ryan’s stylish curly hair on top was soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead. He looked down and smirked at the older man’s hand as Harris moved his hand further up the boy’s leg and over the stretched shorts. “You home from college,” the older man continued to stroke the smooth hamstrings. “Yeah, got home last night,” Ryan gripped the branch, arching his back. “I like the short,” Mr. Harris stroked the firm left ass cheek. Ryan’s ass was fat but firm as Harris squeezed it. Ryan laughed, “thanks. My girlfriend brought them for me.” Mr Harris continued to squeeze and kneaded the meaty ass cheeks, “still dating Tish?” Ryan grinds against the branch, “nah, she's history. Dating a girl in college.” Mr. Harris traced Ryan’s jockstrap lines through the shorts. He traced his finger down toward the boy’s jockpussy. The older man missed the jock’s sexy ass. They had a lot of fun before Ryan went away. “I best let you get back to your workout,” Harris teased the boy’s hole through the shorts. “I’m almost done,” Ryan pulled himself off the branch and swung his legs around to stand up. Mr. Harris watched the jock walk over to the pull up bar. Ryan reached up and began to perform each pull-up rep. His muscular shoulders, large biceps and wide back flexed, contracted and relaxed as he did each rep. His shredded muscles ripping under the stretched white wifebeater shirt. At each rep, he pulled himself up and flexed and tightened his ass. Harris knew what the jock wanted. He moved behind the boy and gripped the firm ass cheeks in his hands. Ryan stopped and hung there as the older man squeezed and kneaded the meaty cheeks. “Fuck, yeah. I want you to fuck my ass,” Ryan closed his yes and moaned. “I need that cock, sir. I miss it, sir.” “You have the house to yourself,” Harris asked while he moved his hands to the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down and over the round bubble ass. The pure white jockstrapped perfectly framed the beautiful sculpted ass cheeks. Ryan had no tan line and his ass was deeply tan and even with the rest of his tight body. He let out a low man as Harris pulled the shorts down his long muscular legs and over the dangling sneakers clad feet. Ryan continued to hang there, his smooth arms bulging and straining. Mr Harris gripped the top of the cotton tank top and pulled as hard as he could. The shirt stretched and slowly gave way. Harris continued to pull until the shirt ripped all the way down Ryan’s shredded back. With the destruction of his shirt, Ryan let go of pull-up bar and jumped down to his feet, letting the ruin remains of his wifebeater shirt fall to the garage floor. The boy’s stomach was flat with chisel cobblestone abs, and a sexy bellybutton. The deep cuts on each side of his lower stomach found a v shape arrow toward his bulging tight jock pouch, Harris then took Ryan by the hand and led him into the house. Ryan’s parents’ bedroom was easy to find. Once inside it, Mr. Harris turned to the half naked jockboy, Ryan didn’t need to be told what to do. He kicked off his white sneakers and stood in his white tube socks. Ryan then lowered himself to his knees. Once on his knees he reached out and undid Mr. Harris’s pants. Harris smiled down at the jock boy as Ryan pulled the thick hard cock from the older man’s pants. Ryan then opened his mouth, taking the thick cock into it. Mr Harris moaned as the jock began to work his tongue over the large cock head. Harris gripped Ryan’s curly hair and guided the head on and off his cock. “Damn, you are a good cocksucker,” Harris groaned. Ryan pulled off the cock and wrapped his fist around the fat cock, “better then my dad.” Harris merely smiled, in an attempt to hide his surprise that Ryan knew he been fucking the younger man’s father. Instead Harris pulled the boy back on his cock and fuck the tight throat. Bill Clarkson was only ten years younger then Mr.Harris and fathered Ryan at an early age. Mr. Harris had been fucking the in shape, successful lawyer for the past three years. Ryan’s groans and grunts were muffled as he took the cock deep down his throat. The boy’s cock was trapped in the tight white jock pouch and was already soaked with pre-cum. Harris knew if he kept on he would soon cum, but Ryan’s bubble ass was too irresistible to let go to waste. He pulled Ryan by the hair off his cock. Ryan looked up at him with disappointed puppy dog eyes. However his disappointment was short lived as he was pulled on to his feet and pushed face down on the bed. Ryan’s smooth, flawless ass looked so irresistible as it faced Harris. The boy spread his powerful thighs and exposed his flexing winking boypussy. “I miss that boypussy,” Mr. Harris slapped the fat ass cheeks. “Fuck, yes, sir. I want you back inside me,” Ryan groan. Harris squeezed the firm cheeks, admiring it. The boy definitely had his father’s cock and ass. Harris then aimed his drool and saliva-covered cock between the cheeks and then grabbed hold of the jockstrap waistband. While pushed forward, Harris pulled Ryan back toward him. Ryan cried out and buried his head into the mattress, “Fffuck, shit.” Ryan’s fist gripped the bed sheets tightly as he pushed his incredible ass backwards. His eyes rowed into his head, which Harris rammed against his prostate. Harris eased out and thrusted back in, pounding the jock ass over and over. He reached under Ryan and pulled the boy’s cock out from the tight jock pouch. The cock was hard and throbbing. Harris pulled the cock back as far as he could and let go. It bounced back like a rubber band, slapping against the boy’s 8 pack abs. Harris continued to fuck Ryan with his grip on the jockstrap as if it was reigns. Ryan groaned loud and started to shoot his load. Harris suspected that the boy was so out of it in lust, that he didn’t realize he was actually cumming. It was like Harris was fucking the cum out of the boy. As Ryan came over and over, his anal muscles gripped Harris’s cock like a vice and began to milk it. It didn’t took Mr. Harris long to flood the boypussy with his own seed. When the older man finally stopped coming, he pulled out of Ryan and let the jock collapse like a rag doll in a pool of his own cum, on his parent’s bed.