Adam Surge started with Damon’s musky, furry pits, licking and kissing his way around from one to the other, getting that hot daddy scent all over his beard. His tongue teased and flicked Damon’s steel nipples, his service skills on full display. Damon’s dad bod was out of this world, complete with shaved head, salt and pepper beard, and hairy as hell belly. They kissed sensually, a dad showing his boy the ropes of manhood. Both were boned up inside their jockstraps, but Adam had to get Damon out of his pants first.

Adam smelled Damon’s pulsing cock through his jeans, unzipping them to get an even closer whiff. He stroked his own stiff dick as he growled attraction. He pulled Damon’s pants down enough to expose his jock bulge, burying his face and tongue between his dad’s legs. He tweaked his nipples and toyed his tongue around Damon’s bulge, finally pulling his pants off completely. Damon’s dick twitched inside the fabric prison, begging to be set loose.

With the reveal of dad’s balls, Adam nearly creamed himself, whimpering his excitement, craving to lick them. Damon allowed him and Adam ran laps around those hairy nuts with his tongue and lips. He sat back and admired dad’s big balls as Damon eased his boner out of his underwear. Adam knew he had to taste that cock, his curiosity driving his every desire. But Damon wouldn’t let him be led by impulse. He was in control. He was teaching, coaching. And he wanted Adam to go slow, taking his length all the way down his throat on the first attempt.

Adam Surge was successful, swallowing that dad dick, nursing the girth. It bounced to and fro when he let it plop from his mouth. Damon continued the dad talk while Adam’s mouth was full. He fed his son his shaft and encouraged him to milk it. Adam had one job, making daddy feel good, and he was a star employee. Damon was so proud of his boy. Their dialogue was top notch, edging each other with their words.