For a week or so after my father-in-law had sex, things were a bit odd. Neither of us had ever been with another man before, and so neither of us really knew how to act. We avoided each other when we could. When we were together, we didn’t talk or make eye contact. It was killing me. The feeling was like nothing I could ever experience with a woman. Those strong arms and hands touching me, controlling me. So strong, and yet so gentle. I wanted Chuck to fuck me again. I needed Chuck to fuck me again. When I was...
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