Grayson swung the shovel beside his dad under the blazing sun, dirt flying as they cleared the overgrown yard. His dad's shirt had long been discarded, revealing a thick pelt of chest hair matted with sweat. A potent wave of musk rolled over Grayson—raw, earthy, and utterly captivating. He inhaled deeply, his pulse quickening.
"Caught you sniffing again, kid," his dad grunted with a wry grin, axe pausing mid-swing. "What's the matter? My sweat got you acting like a bloodhound?"
Grayson smirked, wiping his brow but leaning closer. "Your musk is sharper than your wit today, old man. Makes the air thick enough to taste. Why hide it when it's this... intoxicating?"
"Intoxicating?" Dad laughed, stepping nearer, his hairy torso glistening. "Last time I checked, you were the one who couldn't keep his eyes off. Horny already from a little hard work?"
The banter sharpened as Grayson circled, drawn in. "Hard? You have no idea. That scent's got my cock throbbing like it's got a mind of its own. Bet yours is no different under those jeans." He reached out, fingers brushing the damp hair on his dad's arm, inhaling again. Sweat dripped down Dad's abs, the aroma spiking Grayson's arousal.
Dad's eyes narrowed playfully. "Careful, son. Keep talking like that and I'll have you on your knees before the sun sets. This ass of yours looks like it's begging for attention—wet and dripping with need, just like you claim my smell makes you."
Grayson panted, closing the gap, his hand boldly cupping the growing bulge in his dad's pants. "Blowjob first, then? Your cock's already hard and leaking. I want to taste that cum while you're still sweating." They tumbled against the shed wall, clothes shedding in a frenzy of panting breaths and sharp retorts. "Think you can handle this without tapping out?" Dad teased, but Grayson pushed back, strong and unyielding, guiding them toward the explosive release building between them.
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