Super Jock Shorts - "Pool Problem"
"Don't turn around, don't turn around..." Mr. Rhoades mumbled to himself. He was panicking after noticing that all of his angry grinding had gotten his dick stuck in the pool jet, and now he was on the verge of cumming.
He was currently trying to keep a straight face, while Mason and his friend from school--Darius--were talking and messing around. The panicked DILF was getting annoyed at both Marcus and Darius, annoyed at Darius for touching his son's chest and showering him with compliments and annoyed at Mason for letting it all happen, and also for being dressed in a pair of what looked like booty shorts and nothing else. He hated how hard he got, furiously readjusting his cock and getting the idea to hop into the pool, so he could cool off but all of that backfired, when the two moved over to the beach chairs right in front of him.
It's like they wanted him to watch, while they not-so innocently flirted.
Fuck I'm so close! Mr. Rhoades thought, unable to stop himself from thrusting into the pool jet, the high pressure of water hitting his cock was getting him closer to the point of no return.
He looked up at the sound of laughing, thinking that he was caught, maybe they saw the look of pleasure on his face, but no it wasn't that. Mason was giggling and telling Darius to stop, as the taller, bigger, muscle-bound boy played with his son's perky muscle tits and always pointy nipples--they were annoyingly stiff. He would admonish Mason when his nips kept poking through his paper-thin shirts, especially the fish-net tanktop he got as a gift from Sam.
He thrusted again, remembering that day. He spanked his boy's tanned bubble butt red for talking back, then rubbed one out in his office after sending him to his room. He came so hard--all over a picture of himself, Tyler, and Mason.
He was so fucking close now, he glanced up with half-closed eyes and watched the two, who were much more intimate than before. Mason was straddling Darius's lap, his muscular back facing Mr. Rhoades, who watched in seemingly slow motion as Darius pulled down the back of Mason's booty shorts and began to finger his tight pink boypussy (Ivan couldn't believe he just thought that word, but that's what his pussyboy son had).
Mason let out a groan, his hands pawing at Darius's massive chest, kneading each pec with a rhythm as his bro played with his ass. Darius stuck another finger in, his first digit digging deeper--Mr. Rhoades came. SO. FUCKING. HARD!!
He fucking twisted his fingers in my bitch of a son's pussy...FUCK! Mr. Rhoades internally remarked, feeling his balls unload into the pool jet and clog it up. He couldn't help but let out a loud groan, drawing Mason out of his half-cocknumb state and Darius from his own pleasure of making Mason feel good.
"Dad are you okay?" Mason hopped off of Darius's lap, seeing that his dad had not moved in a while.
Mr. Rhoades struggled to form words, but finally did when both teens stood in front of him: "I-I'm stuck, call the pool guy will you son?"
Mason hurried into the house, leaving Darius and the elder Rhoades alone. Darius watched and waited until Mason disappeared into the large mansion, then crotched down in front of the older man with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"I know you were watching, hope you enjoyed the show." Darius said calmly, but Mr. Rhoades knew that he was holding back a laugh.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Come on Mr. R, I know you liked watching me dominate your boy, or rather he'll be my boy in a couple of hours--shouldn't take too much fingering to get him to open his holes to me." He emphasized "holes" by grabbing and squeezing his impossibly large dickprint, a growing patch of precum appearing through his shorts.
Mr. Rhoades's mouth was agape and his semi steadily grew erect again, his balls not completely empty. He knew that he could watch another show later tonight using the cameras he secretly put in Mason's room, bathroom, and closet.
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