Dreams Bound by Dark Desires Chapter 5

Julian Parker went home very late at night, and only the living room was still lit.

But when he returned to the bedroom, he found that Liam Turner was still awake.

This was actually not unexpected. With his body and mind becoming more and more dependent on S3xual intercourse and the heat in his body caused by daily medication intake, Liam Turner could easily wake up suddenly even when he was asleep. Even in the middle of the night, being awake was the norm.

With the help of the particularly strong dream factors at night, Julian Parker peeked at his adopted son through the barrier of space without any psychological burden.

Liam Turner in front of him had just woken up.

The bedroom was silent except for the sound of one person's rapid breathing. Liam Turner sat with his right hand on the switch of the night light. The dim light next to him slowly glowed, dispelling the darkness.

As expected, Liam Turner found the bed sheet was wet.

The blush from orgasm on his cheeks had not yet faded, but his hair was already wet and stuck to his clean and handsome face. His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes were thickly spread on his cheeks, making him look fragile and intoxicated.

He kept panting for a long time, leaning on the table without moving, until his breathing slowly calmed down. His heart was not completely stable yet, but he still reached out to turn off the light and let himself immerse in the darkness. In the quiet night, the only sounds that could be heard were his breathing and his heartbeat.

The rubbing feeling of the man's thumb seemed to still remain on his lower body. Liam Turner stretched out his slender fingers and slowly pinched the quilt, as if he could feel the man's breath in this way, father...

There was no father in the bedroom, only a wetness that belonged to him alone.

Content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page Liam Turner panted rapidly, the etiquette and integrity he was taught since childhood not only did not play the role it should have but also seemed like the best aphrodisiac. Usually, the calm, elegant and humble student union president on campus, now buried his nose tightly in the quilt, and masturbated at the perineum with the hands that he used to write and play the piano.

The fine folds were not as moist as in the dream, but they were soft enough. He could feel the wriggling of the hole by gently pressing his fingers with body fluids. However, he did not push his fingers in. He just stroked and swept across the hole and the smooth perineum.

No, it doesn't feel like that...

His caress was impatient, but his expression was full of patience.

Although the Vag!n@ was wet, it could not gush out the fluid freely. Grinding it would only make him more hungry. However, he seemed to have gotten used to it. His thick eyelashes drooped, and there were even some unintentional smile lines at the corners of his lips, as if this unattainable pleasure was also a kind of enjoyment.

"Father, father..."

It seemed that just calling him could make him excited. Liam Turner was trembling all over and his body turned red.

This was probably the reason why he would not let go of his adopted son in reality. Julian Parker opened the floating window and admired him leisurely. This child he raised with his own hands would never let him down. He was so beautiful, which was something that could not be possessed in dreams.

People are always the theme of dreams.

The young man's body was flushed with an indelible blush. The moonlight enveloped his handsome face, like a young son of God, endowing him with beauty and divine light. However, he chose to immerse himself in the quilt, hugging the quilt and feeling the non-existent breath.

The soft duck down quilt was soaked with sweat, and it had difficulty absorbing water. It stickily wrapped around the naked lower body, as if there was a hand caressing it.

The content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page. The hand caressed the soft flesh hole, evoking the gurgling juice, and then, it held his testicles like a walnut and rubbed his perineum. It seemed to be cherishing, and it seemed to be contemptuous. Just a light scratch of the fingernail across the folds of the scrotum, his p3ni$ would involuntarily expand and stretch, pulling the scrotum and the shaft back to a smooth shape.

"Xiao Yan?"

Liam Turner opened his eyes, raised his head with twitching lips, and looked at his father who suddenly walked in. The sweat on his back was sticky to the backboard of the bed.

The weak light made the beautiful boy in the shadow look particularly pale. Julian Parker pretended not to notice. After turning on the light, he walked in and touched his forehead: "Why haven't you slept yet? Are you sick?"

Liam Turner avoided his hand unnaturally: "No, I just had a dream."

This action was very unnatural and both of them were stunned for a moment.

But Julian Parker just pretended not to notice: "It's good that you're fine. Xiaoyan, go to bed early. You still have classes tomorrow."

Liam Turner just let out a breath and nodded slowly.

Neither the father nor the son questioned his son's embarrassment.

"Dad just got home?"

Liam Turner suddenly spoke, and Julian Parker was slightly stunned.

Content not yet completed, continue reading on the next page Then he smiled slowly: "Yes, visiting a student at home."

Liam Turner didn't ask any more questions, but he was the student union president and also served as class monitor, but he had not heard of any students who had needed or received home visits recently.

And why would a student on a home visit need to go home so late?

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In the second week, Julian Parker indeed saw Caleb Morgan at the classroom door.

The previous events probably didn't leave any shadow, or it seemed like it. The moment he saw him, the tall and strong young man stiffened slightly, but still raised his hand to greet him.

"Teacher Wei..."

Julian Parker smiled and nodded, asking him to follow him. He walked to the podium and clapped his hands to attract the students' attention: "Good morning, there is a new student in our class today, Caleb Morgan."

It was no secret that there was a student in the class who had never been enrolled. The sporadic reading stopped, and many people looked up curiously. Caleb Morgan almost said in unison: "Hello, everyone."

His straight spine was bent. If he had a tail behind him, it would probably stand up and his hair would stand up as well.

Julian Parker smiled, but his expression was solemn: "Let's get along well from now on. Liam Turner, help Caleb Morgan clean up his seat and tell him about the progress of his studies in the textbooks of various subjects."

The content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page "OK."

The curious looks of the classmates immediately turned into envy. Liam Turner, who seemed like a campus idol, did not have a deskmate. Unexpectedly, the new classmate got the chance.

If I had known this earlier, I would have asked the teacher if we could sit together and try.

Caleb Morgan was also a little nervous. His younger brothers had also told him about Liam Turner's name when they were asking for information. They all said that he was a very cool and arrogant academic master in the school, the monitor of their class, and the president of the student union. Most importantly, he was also the son of Teacher Wei.

Even though he was spanked and had a strange dream that day, Caleb Morgan still had a good impression of the teacher who helped him, so he was a little nervous about the other's son: "Hello, my name is Caleb Morgan."

Liam Turner glanced at him and said in a lukewarm tone, "You just said that."

This should be the person my father visited at home.

Everyone continued their morning self-study and no one noticed his attitude. Caleb Morgan frowned, realizing that this legendary monitor, who was said to be cold but reliable and enthusiastic, didn't seem to like him very much.

After all, he was not the kind of person who would flatter someone else, so he nodded and lowered his head to study.

But I never expected to be bullied after school.

After instructing his classmates to block the new student in the toilet, Liam Turner packed his schoolbag in a good mood and went home early.

Content not yet finished, continue reading on the next page Julian Parker has already prepared dinner at home.

There weren't many classes today. Almost every week on this day, the father and son would come back to eat. Although they hired hourly workers, most of the time Julian Parker preferred to handle these things by himself and enjoy the endless fun of life.

When Liam Turner arrived home, Julian Parker had just finished cooking and was taking off his apron: "Xiao Yan is back? Come and serve the dishes."

He kicked off his slippers, put on his carpet socks, and walked on the wooden floor, carrying two of the dishes to the dining table. Liam Turner changed his shoes and came to help him.

At this moment, Liam Turner was no longer as aloof as he was at school. He was also different from most of the time when he was at home. His handsome features softened a lot. He placed the plate on the table and said, "Father..."

At this time, they were like a normal, close single father and son. Julian Parker touched his head, put the bowls in place, and the two sat opposite each other to eat, chatting about school or other things in life recently.

Today's dish was still Liam Turner's favorite. Liam Turner took several bites with his chopsticks. The rich flavor of yam filled his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and chewed the soft and glutinous texture.

"...Father cares about Caleb Morgan?"

"Caleb Morgan is also a child with a hard life." Julian Parker said this without further explanation. He just threw the clothes into the washing machine after eating.

"I ran today, so I had to wash my clothes...Xiao Yan, do you have any clothes to wash?"

He turned his back to Liam Turner, who lowered his eyelids and said, "Yes."

The content is not finished yet, please continue reading on the next page. So Julian Parker did not start the washing machine.

At night, the washing machine was running, making a rumbling sound. Liam Turner's clothes were covered in it, but Julian Parker's underwear and socks disappeared.

In Liam Turner's room, the cool and handsome student council president was sitting naked from the waist down on the bed with his legs apart. He had a pair of grey underwear on his D!ck and was stroking it roughly.

His whole body twitched and he gasped as if he couldn't bear the overly intense pleasure. His arm paused and milky white liquid splashed on the bed sheets.

There were semen stains everywhere.

Liam Turner pursed his lips and breathed rapidly, lying on his back on the bed, allowing himself to be buried in the muddy water. His sweaty and smelly socks were thrown on his face, making the boy's indifferent face look delicate and embarrassed.

"Father..."

He took a deep sniff. Even if the owner of the socks paid attention to hygiene, the smell of an adult man's socks after exercise would definitely not be very light. But Liam Turner liked it very much. His entire nasal cavity was filled and surrounded by the rich smell, like the hormones from another person.

When I opened my eyes again, he was on the balcony.

His father slapped him in the face, and then grabbed his thin arms and forced him to look at the messy washing machine: "Who told you to rummage through the clothes, B!tch?"