Grayson wiped his brow under the blazing sun, muscles aching from hauling mulch with his dad. The older man’s hairy chest glistened, shirt tossed aside hours ago. That potent musk—earthy, sweaty, undeniably male—hit Grayson like a wave. He inhaled deeper, pulse quickening. 'Dad, you smell like you rolled in the damn barn. Trying to scare off the neighbors or just me?' His dad smirked, axe pausing mid-swing. 'Keeps the weak at bay, son. But you’re sniffing around like a hound on a trail. What’s got you so curious?' Grayson stepped closer, 'curious' an understatement as his cock stirred hard in his jeans. The scent intensified, making him horny as hell. 'Maybe I like it. Makes the work... distracting.' They bantered sharply while stacking wood, dad’s sweat dripping down his abs. 'Distracting how? You gonna faint or finally admit you’re chasing this smell?' Grayson’s voice sharpened, witty edge cutting through. 'Only if you’re man enough to back it up instead of swinging that axe like compensation.' The tension snapped in the tool shed. Dad pinned him against the wall, both panting, sweating. 'You want it? Then drop and show me—no pussy-footing.' Grayson knelt, taking dad’s thick cock in a hungry blowjob, tongue swirling as it hardened further. 'Fuck, that mouth’s eager.' He flipped, ass exposed, wet and dripping with anticipation. Dad thrust in hard, pounding Grayson’s ass relentlessly. 'Take it, boy—your tight hole’s gripping like it was made for this.' They came together in explosive release, cum spilling hot, bodies slick and panting, the musk sealing their secret.
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