Page 77 of Hollow Heart

But I also know I’m halfway there, and I hate to go to bed with the guilt and shame that comes withnotgetting off.

Even if it is in the privacy of my own home.

I sit up, noticing the video log has queued up some other results. Since I’m already committed to my dick, I figure clicking on something else is probably the best option.

Before I can make a decision, another video starts playing, so I figure the autoplay will roll into something similar. Another MMF video, perhaps.

But I soon discover this video isnota threesome.

It’s a twosome, between two men, and I cannot tear my eyes away.

One is a larger guy, and pretty hairy, while the other is as smooth as porcelain.

My cock twitches as I watch the tall, pale, lanky man drop to his knees. The camera pans to show a close up of his face, the larger man’s swollen cock in full view.

Holy fuck, he’sthick.

The look on the lanky man’s face is almost like he’s been drugged. It’s euphoric as he opens his mouth, pushing his tongue against the slit of the cock before him. Groaning and licking until he opens his mouth, swallowing down the monstrosity before him.

I watch as thick hands slide through his disheveled dark hair, as his mouth endures a good, hard fuck that makes his damn eyes water, and I groan as I feel my own cock pebbling with moisture.

I close my eyes, letting the sounds fill my cave.

I imagine pouty lips and cold steel against my leaking slit, familiar groans and bratty grunts accentuating the sounds from my entertainment.

It’s too much.

I open my eyes, watching as the larger man’s cock disappears down the other man’s throat again, and I know there is no denying I like this.

The realization hits me just as I come to that edge, as the door opens and everything goes to hell.

“Oh my God!” Bobby hollers as he turns around.

“Fuck!” I hiss, sitting up in my chair, with the worst blue balls of my life.

If there is ever anything to kill the mood, it’s having your kid walk in on you in the middle of masturbating.

To gay porn.

Fuck!

“Jesus Christ, Bobby, don’t you know how to knock?” I hiss as I hurry to shut off the moans and sounds coming from my computer screen.

“I did. You didn’t answer, and I got worried... I thought maybe you fell asleep at the computer, or?—”

I lean forward, running my hand over my face, and I can’t help but bust out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Bobby mutters.

I shake my head. “I’m just thinking how this should be the other way around,” I reply as he turns, his cheeks still red, but he glances at me, his eyes questioning. “I’m supposed to be the one to walk in on you.”

“This isn’t because of what I said... is it?” I can see the panic in his eyes. “Because if you have questions, you can just ask me... I’ll do my best to give you better resources than...” He glances at my computer, raising an eyebrow. “Pornhub? Seriously, Dad...”

I sigh, as the words tumble out of my mouth without warning, clearly because I’ve lost my marbles. “I needed to know... for myself.”

Bobby’s eyes widen as his mouth falls open. He blinks like I’ve been replaced by an alien.

And I’m sure, to him, this is news is huge.

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