Super Jock Shorts - "An Unexpected Gift for Mr. Rhoades"

Photo: TheManzana77

Mr. Rhoades tried not to get involved in his sons' business, especially Mason's, but he couldn't resist taking a look inside the package that the courier dropped off earlier that day. And it was from Sam, Mason's best friend who was widely more mature, than his young boy but was the only one out of his friends that he allowed to spend time with, within the house. 

Instead the onyx black box was a piece of black, lace undergarments, a pair of underwear that the elder Rhoades was unfamiliar with, but had a itching to try on although he hurried with it, not wanting to be found by his son wearing what looked like panties over his huge hairless bum. It slipped on nicely, despite being a few sizes too small for his expansive, but impressive posterior that he had had trouble in the past with other kinds of pants and underwear. At his ass size currently, he could either wear nothing at all or a thong, maybe a jockstrap if he was feeling ballsy. 

He liked the way the lace felt on his ass, pointing his butt at the mirror in his closet, wiggling his butt to see if it jiggled in the underwear and chuckling at how massive he had grown his ass. He liked how his butt looked and felt as he went, feeling it jiggle slightly because it was mostly muscle, underneath a layer of fatness from the pervious years, but he still received looks and glances from women and men alike. 

The single strap against his shaved hole was making his cock plump up in the lace pouch and he couldn't resist pulling it up and tighter against his hole, savoring the feeling. He even smacked his large paw against a cheek, loving the red handprint forming on his ass cheek. He decided to not even mention the package to his son and walked around the house for the rest of the day in the undies and a silk bath robe, leaving it untied so he could see his package jiggle. 

When his son came home from school with Sam in tow, he was in such a good mood from how horny the lace on his skin made him feel that he even ruffled Mason's hair at the door. He pulled Sam into a hug, but stiffetened when he felt something poking him in the stomach. 

"I see you got my package, Mr. Rhoades. It looks delicious on you." Sam rumbled into his ear. Mr. Rhoades' eyes went wide and before he could ask how he knew, Sam responded back. "Your bath robe is rising up some, it's stuck on those phat daddy cakes of yours." 

Mr. Rhoades looked over his shoulder and gasped in shock at his backside being fully revealed, covered in the skimpy black lace. 

"You turn me on so fucking much, not as much as Mase, but you can feel how hard you make me sir." Mr. Rhoades could and couldn't deny that his cock twitched at Sam's words. 

The rest of the night went smoothly, except when Sam crept into Mr. Rhoades' bedroom and fucked him for the entire night and into the morning, leaving him face down, ass up with his hole drooling with his spunk and the black lace ripped into shreds across the floor. Mr. Rhoades slept soundly with a soft smile across his full lips. 

THE END

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