"Come over here, Lloyd, I need my cock sucked," Gene motioned to his oldest son, as he unbuckled his suit pants and drew his zipper down. "Pull your pants down, son, so I can watch that prick of yours bounce."
Gene looked at the other men sitting around the conference table and smirked. "If you train them young, you'll get a lifetime of the most-talented cum-guzzling out there . . . isn't that right, son?"
Lloyd had already pulled his shoes and pants off, and his stiff and straining prick did indeed bounce as he walked toward his father's outstretched hand. Gene had pulled away from the conference table, sitting comfortably in his leather chair, stroking his cock with one hand, and drawing his son's head down as Lloyd dropped to his knees before his father.
The men were very similar in looks, both tall and slim, with high, chiseled cheekbones and full, sensual lips. The way they differed was in coloring: Gene was tanned, with thick, short, silver hair, while his son's jet-black hair starkly contrasted with his pale skin and deep, blue eyes. Both looked younger than their respective ages of 60 and 25.
"That's it, boy, lick that lollipop." Gene smiled affectionately as his son lapped up the pre-cum glistening on the head of his thick, vein-engorged prick.
"Yes, Daddy," Lloyd whispered between long, appreciative licks up and down the shaft of his father's impressive cock. He began punctuating each lick by wrapping his lips around Gene's purpling mushroom head and audibly suckling.
