Beloved Daddy, starter; illustrated story.

The Old Beloved was the shaman of the neighborhood and lived in a shack on the outskirts of the neighborhood, drunk and bold as he was, people would run away from him because when he got drunk he would take off his clothes. This curiosity caused me to decide to spy on the hermit to see if what they said was true. It took me a couple of days to sneak into his yard during siesta time and find a good spot to watch him without being seen, I discovered that the guy who lived alone would take his nap naked and was an adult example of magnificent and solitary male magnificence.I would warm up seeing him walk around without clothes in his house, confident in his solitude...not suspecting that my curious eyes were delighting in seeing his rugged and precious masculinity swaying between his robust legs...


I made myself sexy to earn the trust of that well-endowed 'grandpa' who soon understood my teenage intention to be his sexual object...I wanted that man to let me play with his mature male sexIt was the first one who made me feel the taste of a hot man