RICHIE WEST : Chapter 1
Richie was a little uncomfortable with the idea of topping before meeting Coach Charger. He’s spent so much of his time fantasizing about being with muscular, older men, but always as the bottom. Everytime he looked online for videos or images, it was always that way. But whenever he jerked off, he would become fixated on the round, firm, well-developed meat of the older men on top, thinking of what it would be like to feel his cock inside.
After some unexpectedly ...
After some unexpectedly frank conversations with Coach Charger, the silver haired daddy offered to help him navigate through his desires. At first, Richie thought he was just going to be supportive and encouraging about being out and gay, but it soon became clear that the beefy daddy wanted to take a more hands on role.
Richie’s palms sweated profusely sitting next to the older man, looking at his broad shoulders and hairy chest sticking out of his well fitting tank top. The silver whistle hanging around his neck nestled between his pecs, luring his eye in.
Richie didn’t know how to begin, but Coach Charger placed a hand on his knee and told him they’d go slow and take it easy. Richie could hardly believe what was happening, but he wasn’t going to do anything to stop it. Richie looked into Coach Charger’s eyes as he leaned in closer, his salt and pepper beard becoming more and more vivid as it came close to his mouth.
Richie gave the older man a kiss, feeling his lips against the surprisingly soft hairs of Coach Charger’s facial hair. Richie’s cock instantly shot up in his jock, barely contained by the stretchy fabric beneath. Coach Charger squeezed his knees hard, making Richie exhale in delight. It was happening…