can you fucking get out the window? your shoes r out here i can thro them to u He picked up his own phone again.ĭude im so sorry my dad’s back early, he quickly typed. “I’ll be right back.”Īlan watched his son bound back into the kitchen. “I should totally text Jacob and tell him that.” He had left his phone in the kitchen, setting it down when the Daddy Man had showed up at the back door. “Yeah.” Ben sipped his coffee, his mind raced. Behind it was one hell of a man, a handsome daddy type who had just roundly fucked the cum right out of Ben not twenty minutes ago, now trapped by Ben’s father sitting here, home early. The guest room door was just visible, firmly shut. “I guess you should text him and let him know.”īen glanced nervously towards the hallway. “Oh … okay.” Alan received the brew from his son gratefully. Nah, nah! HAHAHA! He had those in his hands.
“He left his shoes?”Ĭame bounding into the room, still only in his gray tank and white briefs, holding two cups of coffee.
He was here for just a bit.”Īlan scoffed with a grin. Ohhhhh, you know my buddy, Jacob? I bet those are his. He knew his son’s clothes pretty well, and those were not his.īen’s heart sank, his nerves suddenly hotter than the coffee he was pouring into mugs. A sheer miracle the kid’s up this early with no classes today, he thought. Alan checked the time on his phone and drummed his fingers on the back of the couch.
