Yesterday Chris stopped over while Suzie went shopping to hit the after Christmas sales. He had a small gift bag that he gave to me. I shut the door behind him then sat on my couch next to him.
As I pulled the tissue out of the bag, Chris reached for my cock, rubbing it through my sweatpants. I pulled the last tissue out and reached in to retrieve my gift.
I pulled out a gray jockstrap. As I held he gently pushed it to me face. I breathed in, smiling a musky scent on them. I smiled and asked "Your's?" He shook his head and told me Carter had gone to the gym that morning and he took them from the hamper before doing the wash.
Without another word. I pulled my clothes off and put on the jockstrap. I stood there in front of Chris, as he moved closer rubbed my cloth covered cock across his face. He drew in deep breaths as I pulled his head against me.
The heat of breath on my cock felt wonderful and I moaned for him. Finally I couldn't take any more. I begged him to fuck me.
All it took was saying "Daddy, take me upstairs and fuck your boy's hole"
For the next hour he fucked me raw, all the while calling me Carter. He came twice in my pussy as I told he each time to "Breed me daddy, breed your boy!"
I'm still sore today, but at least he let me keep Carter's jock.
