[Kingsley's eyes softened and he gasped an over dramatic note of sympathy.] You poor poor puppy dog! Let daddy help you.
[He shrugged his robe off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor to reveal his nude body. He was in good shape for an older gentleman. His erection was still prominent, an average size. His stomach wasn't round like most older men, but flat and toned despite the wrinkles around the skin. He had several tattoos, clearly from younger days as a biker or metal head. The flaming ace of spades on his shoulder was the oldest looking, the ink more a faded green than black.
He stepped into the shower with Aydin, backing the boy against the wall and closing him in with both his arms as he devoured his body with his eyes.]
Now. Dear sweet boy. Can you read lips? [He reached down and stroked a line across Aydin's collar bones.]
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[He shrugged his robe off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor to reveal his nude body. He was in good shape for an older gentleman. His erection was still prominent, an average size. His stomach wasn't round like most older men, but flat and toned despite the wrinkles around the skin. He had several tattoos, clearly from younger days as a biker or metal head. The flaming ace of spades on his shoulder was the oldest looking, the ink more a faded green than black.
He stepped into the shower with Aydin, backing the boy against the wall and closing him in with both his arms as he devoured his body with his eyes.]
Now. Dear sweet boy. Can you read lips? [He reached down and stroked a line across Aydin's collar bones.]