Jack's life had been adequate for many years. He lived in a proper suburban house where he mowed the lawn once a week; He had a high-paying job, working on weekdays from nine to five; He had a well-trained dog, a German Shepherd named Buddy; He had almost everything he had dreamed of having when he was a kid. The only thing missing from the picture had been someone to share his life with. That changed when he met Casey.
When he had first met his neighbor's son, Jack had instantly concluded that the young man was one of those stereotypical terminally-online gender-confused zoomers. The day of their meeting, he had been especially shocked by Casey's accoutrement.
Men shouldn't show that much belly, or wear shorts that short
, he had thought.
Jack had changed his tune a lot since then. He liked to think that he had grown more sympathetic with the plights of the younger generations, to their social justice values and such.
The truth was much simpler. Casey had awakened something in him, a truth that he had hidden from himself all those years. Jack had never married, for he had never met a woman that he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Seeing Casey's fat boy butt packed tightly in a pair of booty shorts had made him realize why his relationships with women had never quite clicked.
And luckily for him, Casey had returned the feelings.
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Like every other Saturday morning, Jack poured himself a cup of coffee while looking out the kitchen window. Outside, he could see his neighbor packing his car. Al was going away on a fishing trip for the weekend, leaving his son Casey in charge of the house. Jack watched the gray minivan leaving his neighbor's driveway, then braced himself for the bubbly young fellow that would soon knock at his door.
A buzz came from his kitchen counter. Jack took his reading glass and struggled to unlock his smartphone. He had recently bought the damn thing to replace his flip phone, which still worked perfectly well. But Casey wanted to be able to text him and send him those weird maymay or whatever they were called. One thing that Jack couldn't complain about though was the ability to send and receive pictures. His flip phone had been great, but it couldn't receive high-definition femboy booty pics.
The doorbell rang before he had even managed to unlock his phone. He grumbled and pocketed the gadget before making his way to the front door. Buddy was there, excited to see who was coming in.
Casey didn't wait for Jack to open the door; He came in as if he owned the place. Buddy's tail wagged ferociously as he received pets and kissed from the kneeling newcomer. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!"
"Hey," Jack mumbled, as if he felt bad to intrude on Casey and Buddy's greeting.
"What's up, old man," Casey quipped after giving one last kiss on Buddy's forehead.
He stood up, allowing Jack to get a good view of him. At five foot and four inches tall, Casey was almost a full foot shorter than Jack. He wore indecently short jean shorts that showcased his dumptruck ass, pink and white striped socks that went all the way up to his thick thighs, a pale pink crop top that clung to his hairless chest and a cute little black choker. His short blond hair framed his androgynous face perfectly. He had also put on a bit of makeup over his lips and around his eyes. All in all, he looked cute as fuck.
"I didn't come here to just be looked at," Casey piped up. He stepped towards Jack and grabbed him by the collar of his dressing gown. Jack let himself be pulled all the way to the bedroom, where he sat by the side of the bed. Casey then closed the door to prevent the dog from interrupting them.
"Fuck, I've been craving your elderly dick all fucking week."
"Elderly? You know I'm still just in my forties, right?"
"I know what I said."
"Well-"
"Look, you want your dick sucked or not?"
"I definitely do."
"Good. Then shut up." He stuck out his tongue to show that he was being playful.
Casey got on his knees between Jack's legs and pulled his gown open, revealing the older man's thick cock.
"Fuck, it's so pretty!" He grabbed him by the balls and took half the length into his mouth. When he moved his head back, there was a bright red ring left on the spot where his lips had been.
"Pace yourself, boy, we got all weekend to play."
"
Mmmmrggblrm
!" Casey responded with a mouthful of dick. He frowned severely before picking up the pace.
"Jeez, you're a real fucking brat, aren't you?"
"
Mmmhmm
!"
"Fuck..." Jack had to take a moment to just enjoy the expert mouth wrapped around his dick. The first blowjob Casey had given him had completely rocked his world, and the slutty femboy was only getting better with time; He knew all of Jack's sensitive spots, all the techniques that made him squirm, and he wasn't shy to put his mouth to good use. Puddles of sloppy spit were slowly forming at the base of Jack's dick.
"If you're so eager to get your cute little mouth flooded with jizz..." Jack grabbed the cutie's hair and started hammering his head down onto his cock, causing the fit boy to gurgle loudly.
"
Guck guck guck gack garck ggrll
!"
His throat was a tight fit, but Jack knew that his slutty little friend could take quite a pounding. In fact, Casey had often reprimanded him in the past for being "too soft" or "too nice", so Jack had learned to be rough, but he was still struggling to be as intense as he could.
Casey made loud gagging noises as his head was slammed down again and again. His face was slowly turning red, his eyes rolled up, and black mascara tears were running down his cheeks, causing Jack to pull him off.
"Breathe, boy, take a moment."
"Why the fuck you pulling me away!?"
"You... you were running out of air?"
"I had it all under control! If you're too much of a pussy to make me gag, I'll fuck my throat myself!"
He slapped Jack's hand away and then started throating the thick dick with as much intensity as when Jack was controlling his movements. Copious amounts of spit and precum dribbled down onto Casey's chest, staining his girly top. He didn't care. He was motivated to suck Jack's soul out of his dick, even if he had to suffocate in the process.
He kept going for a remarkably long time, as if he was trying to prove how strong his lungs were. Casey's workout routine included a decent amount of swimming, so he was pretty good at doing demanding physical exercises with limited air intake. But he did eventually stop, if only so he could give his attention to Jack's big manly balls.
