It’s been a few weeks since Eli I’s “relationship” has coole..

It’s been a few weeks since Eli I’s “relationship” has cooled, I guess. I’m not sure if the realization of fucking his son’s best friend (...and half his age) has any bearing on it or something else entirely. It’s been a fun summer for sure, and with me not having any sort of temp job between college semesters and him having some weird empty nest syndrome, the sex had been pretty good. I got over the weirdness factor pretty early on, or if anything just embraced whatever secret fetish I always carried around about Eli (and dad bods.) The nights I’d spent over at the house slowly went from nonstop fucking to just… watching movies or talking, which isn’t really a bad thing, but I was missing being fucked senseless. It was another one of those boring days today - we were watching some marathon on TV and Eli happened to fall asleep on the recliner again. The summer sun felt pretty good, but my horniness got in the way of trying to rest like usual. Eli laid there fully reclined, remote almost falling out of his hand as his slightly unbuttoned shirt showed the wifebeater just below. I couldn't help but sneak a look as he moved around, more of his chest appearing just underneath all that pesky fabric. Maybe if I just… opened a few buttons I could get a better look? With shaking hands I straddled over Eli as he slept, undoing some buttons. Soon enough his chest was exposed, his belly just barely peeking over the undershirt. I could feel my mouth watering as I watched his chest rise and fall with each deep sleepy breath… Maybe I could lift his shirt to get a better look? It was pretty warm after all, and it’s not like it wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before. With shaking hands, I wrapped around the fabric and pulled it up. He was just as gorgeous as always, his big belly even larger without being pulled back by any shirts. With his shirt up to his neck, I could see the only thing left was his pants… Obviously, I couldn't leave those just on by themselves. With a shimmy I pulled down Eli’s jeans, releasing his cock and balls to the open air. The smell of his musk, the occasional twitch of his cock… Fuck. I was so fucking pent up. Should I really be doing this? I felt a snort from Eli, who shifted in place and scratched his balls idly as his pants fell to the floor. Maybe I could try a few more things before he wakes up... ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉ ▶️ Next Section: https://onlyfans.com/00000000/thebearwannabe ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉