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I traced a finger around Dad’s nipple playfully as I relaxed on top of him, both of us dozing off in the morning heat. It was one of the rare times we slept together in his and Mom’s room. Dad was flipping through the channels with a bored expression with his other hand resting firmly on my ass cheek. I was half asleep myself, not being able to resist Dad’s comfortable hairy body, which proved to be a great pillow when needed.
The sounds of various TV programs hung in the air, from sports commentary to not-so-breaking breaking news. I looked up at Dad as I felt his remote-holding hand resting on the bed. His eyes were fighting off the onset of a powerful nap. He’s exhausted, I thought. How did I know that? Simple. The man had entered my room last night at around 1 am wearing nothing but a t-shirt, told me he snuck out with the excuse of a midnight piss and that we don’t have much time, then proceeded to climb on top of me and straddle my chest before feeding me his lengthy cock. I was barely awake, but I had enough consciousness to blow him properly, although I couldn’t take him fully and resorted to nursing on his head and slobbering all over it. I didn’t even get to say anything as he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth slowly and tediously, whispering “please” and “I just really need this” throughout.
It wasn’t long before I felt his dick pulsate and shoot it load down my throat directly into my belly. When his dick left my mouth, a string of cum made an arc between us as his still hard dick rose in front of my face. I was still really sleepy then, but overbearing musk awoke my own dick and made it tent my boxers, which were my only clothing when I slept. Since Dad's late-night visits started, this has become a new habit of mine, who previously slept fully clothed. It just made everything much easier. I lowered my boxers and started jerking off furiously as I extended my head and lapped at his softening dick like a puppy, eventually taking his soft member entirely and toying with it inside my mouth. He squirmed on top of me, holding back his moans as he ground his crotch into my face. Soon, I felt my own orgasm approach and tugged on his hand. He backed away and lowered his face to my dick before taking it in his mouth. The sudden moist and warm cover pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. He kept his face on my dick until I finished, then got close to my face and hovered above it.
“Wh-what?” I asked, suddenly feeling the power drain from my body after my nut.
He didn’t say anything (not like he could) and kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth. I was taken aback and swallowed without resistance, accepting the second load into my belly.
“What gives?” I asked, curious how he got the idea.
“It was in one of those pornos you liked.” He answered nonchalantly.
Oh, my sweet naive Dad, genuinely learning from porn has to be a first. He kissed me once more, quickly this time, before thanking me and getting up to go back to Mom. I also quickly fell asleep after, my boxers around my ankle and cum dribbling from my dick and mouth.
Mom would’ve probably had a heart attack if she found me like that in the morning, which luckily didn’t happen since Dad came in first thing in the morning and covered me properly when I refused to wake up. Later, when Mom left, he carried me back to their bed and we had a quick fuck in missionary before collapsing on the bed.
Looking at him now, the post-nut bliss seemed to be digging its way into his brain, forcing him to let go and relax against the warmth of my body. Not knowing when we'll wake up if we doze off now, I decided to snap him awake by taking the nipple I was playing with between my teeth and biting down gently.
“Ah- stop.” His expression remained the same except for his furrowed brows. His hand game my ass a light spank.
I took this as a challenge and bit down a bit harder. He yelled softly, his body jolting in place, and his face snapped into focus.
“What? Are you trying to see if any milk comes out?” He asked, pushing my head away with his hand.
“Maybe,” I replied, licking his palm.
“Ah- jeez, John,” He yelled again, removing his hand and letting my head fall back to his chest, before wiping my saliva on the side of my face. “You know that’s not where my milk comes from.”
“Pervert,” I said in a bored voice without moving my head.
“Yeah, yeah, yet you can’t stop asking for it yourself, you tiny slut,” He smirked, ruffling my hair.
“We can’t sleep now,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said again, fixing his position to sit with his back fully up.
I also got up and sat next to him. I took his rough hand, which wasn’t holding the remote, and held it close, leaving small kisses all over.
“What’s up, baby?” Dad asked, leaning his head against mine without looking away from the TV.
“The road trip is tomorrow.”
“Yeah? Are you excited?”
“What do you think?” I replied, making us both remember my outburst the other day.
“It’ll be wonderful, I just know it.”
“Alright, Joseph, give me some of that confidence, please,” I had started using his name whenever I could. It hasn’t clicked for me yet, but it was a start.
“I’m afraid if I give you anymore, it’ll start leaking all over my car seats.”
“Or worse, knock me up.”
His face took on a puzzled, slightly horrified expression.
“JOKE! JOKE!” I laughed loudly. His inexperience with gay sex was quite funny at times. Obviously, he knew that was impossible, but he probably didn’t have fond memories of pregnancies. Realizing that, I gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.
“Sorry, too much.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, and grabbed my face with his hand, pulling me into another quick kiss.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered between kisses.
“Me neither,” he replied before diving back in.
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“I can’t believe you guys are really doing this!” Mom exclaimed as she stood outside the running car.
We had next to no luggage. Just one bag with a change of clothing for each one of us. I had worn a red dress shit with rolled up sleeves and khaki shorts and white sneakers. Dad was wearing a black leather jacket above a white t-shirt that perfectly hugged his thick torso and biceps. He also wore a pair of old jeans and ranger boots. The whole look screamed ‘sexy daddy’ and I was all for it. I had to restrain myself from mounting him right there in the hall when I saw him. He seemed to like my clothes as well since he gave me a pretty painful slap on the ass when Mom wasn’t looking.
“I honestly thought John was going to change his mind at some point, but here you are,” Mom continued, a smile plastered on her face as she looked us over one last time.
“At one point, I WILL start taking offense at your assumptions about me. Both of you,” I was trying not to talk to her too much to stop any guilt from forming in my mind. I was pretty convinced Dad is mine at that point, but the secrecy and taboo of it all still weighed on me whenever she was involved. This was one of the reasons for this trip. I was going to embrace this relationship no matter who was there. Just not my Mom, at least not now.
“Well, you guys enjoy your trip. I’ll miss you!” She kissed Dad goodbye, to which I winced.
“Goodbye, honey,” Dad said, putting on his sunglasses and finally stepping on the gas pedal. And off we went!
It took barely any time to get on the highway. We didn’t speak at the start, letting the air rush cool us and clear the stuffy car. I finally broke the silence once the clutter of houses and buildings subsided.
“Starting from now, I’m not calling you Dad and you’re not calling me Son,” I declared, head resting against the now-raised window.
“As you wish, Son,” He said with a smirk, his elbow poking outside as he relaxed his left arm on the open window.
I punched his arm lightly. “I’m serious, I don’t want us messing up since I plan on acting all lovey-dovey, alright?” I now sat excited in my seat at his provocation.
“Alright, alright, John. You got it. There will be no more Dad-Son talk. We’re just boyfriends now.”
“Cool,” still not used to his ease with dropping big labels like this, I turned back to the window to hide my embarrassment.
“And since we’re on the subject of boyfriends, yours wants to talk to you about something,” he said and took my hand in his while the other held the steering wheel.
“Yeah?” I gave up and melted into my seat, waiting for his words.
“What do you plan to do in the future?” He asked nonchalantly.
“Kind of a heavy conversation starter, no?” I raised my eyebrows at the question that came out of nowhere.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you about your future plans for a while now,” he began, “but we were having so much fun at home I kept putting it off. When you said you wanted us to air out everything on this trip, I figured this is as good a time as it gets.”
Future plans. The words echoed in my head as I gazed at him and the scenery outside through the windows. I hadn’t thought about this in quite some time. Indeed, we were having so much fun. I finally had a romantic relationship, no matter how improper it was, and it made everything else in my life take a backseat.
“What about them?” I asked him.
“Do you have any?” He questioned me calmly.
“I had been thinking about college,” I explained to him, “Not sure what to major in yet. The gap year I’m taking has been nice, but I know it can’t last forever.”
“Do you hate studying?”
“Not really. I was near the top of my class in school when I was barely applying myself. I don’t mind studying hard stuff, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea to go to college without a solid motivation. A real drive for something.”
“Even then, you have to get a college degree to make sure you don’t fall behind in life.”
“It’s not the same as before, D-” I cut myself off then corrected myself, “Joseph,” I could see him fighting his smile over my little trip.
“You can be successful without going to college. It’s not a must like before.” I continued.
“That’s a gamble. You’re gambling on success, or just any good outcome, without a backup plan. A college degree is a solid base for your career.”
“What career?” I asked sarcastically.
“I’m serious here,” he sounded like it too, “Even if it’s just a random degree, it can help you if you ever need to get better jobs in the future.”
“I get it, I get it,” I calmed him down, “I’m not against a college degree, I just don’t know where to start.”
“It’s simple. What do you wanna do in the future?”
“As I said, I’m not sure,” I pouted, “Whatever the job is, I feel like I’ll get bored with it really really quickly. I don’t have the passion to power me up for one type of work. The best thing I could think of is games, but even then, I prefer to play them rather than make them.”
“Even then-”
“Even then I have to get a job, I know,” I finished his thought, “I’m with you on that one, I do need to figure out something. It’s not like I wanna be a bum.”
The conversation was getting quite serious, but strangely, I didn’t find it annoying. It felt so great and refreshing to have such a conversation with my… with Joseph. He was trying to help me, and it was my part as an adult to respond properly.
“Hey,” his hand caressed my cheek, “you don’t have to figure it out right now. I’m just chatting.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m glad you’re worried about me,” I told him, holding his hand on my cheek and bringing it closer to kiss it lightly.
He groaned slightly, which I found weird but didn’t overthink, then continued talking.
“But forget the getting-bored part just for a minute. Is there anything you’d like to do?”
I thought for a second before answering. “Probably working in a library.”
Dad raised his eyebrows, enough to be noticeable beyond his sunglasses.
“Why a library?”
“Used to go there a lot as a kid, spent a giant chunk of my time after school reading or using their computers. It’s nice. The work there, from what I saw, is minimal, and the pace is just right in my opinion. I even volunteered a couple of summers.”
“A library sounds like a great place to work! Why not?”
“Yeah, but I haven’t been there a while,” I tried to remember the last time I went. Probably before COVID.
“I’d like to visit it once we get back,” I said to myself.
“We’ll go together when we get back,” Dad jumped in, “but now, let’s focus on our trip. So, a library, huh? Not half bad. You can branch out to many things from there. Plus, if you like easy-going jobs, there are even more options.”
“Like what?”
“For starters, my job overseas-”
“Maybe let’s not!” I killed it before it came out. We already had enough trouble with that one, I don’t think I could mentally handle another round that goes on for God knows how many years. It was a testament to how strong-willed Joseph was that he could even bring it up. Sensing my panic, he quickly changed his approach.
“Yeah, maybe not. How about a security guard?”
“Sounds like a good idea, but it isn’t. The hours could be annoying, it’s not much of an easy-going job if you think about it, and I don’t think I have it in me to fight someone.”
“Most security guards I know have never fought someone in their lives.”
“Do you know zero security guards?”
“Don’t get smart with me,” He chided, “then, how about office work in general? Accounting, law, anything of the sort?”
“I think I’d rather watch paint dry. Hey, what did you study in college?”
“IT. It’s a bit different now than back then, but the gist is the same.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Didn’t need to be passionate about it, but I liked it. It’s just a degree, John, not a life sentence.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t need to define your future. You can change majors, drop out, or just not go if that’s what you ultimately want, but it’s important to consider everything.”
I didn’t respond as I thought about it, and the conversation died for a while. The weather wasn’t that hot today, and the cool rushing air refreshed us.
“So,” I broke the silence, “we tackled my future. What about you?”
“Huh?” He furrowed his brows.
“You. Your plans for the future. Do you plan to stay unemployed for now?”
“Oh, that.” His expression cleared up. “No, I’ve been looking around.”
“Where?” I raised my eyebrow slightly.
“Nowhere particular. I’m seeing what jobs line up with my needs and wants.”
“Any luck so far?”
“Sorta. There are some nice offers, but I don’t want to settle for less when I can aim higher for now.”
“What were the offers? What’s your end goal?” I asked him excitedly.
“Most of them were construction work management, which lined up with my work experience. But I got this offer from a big company for a large-scale agricultural project. What they’re offering is alright, but the main draw for me is the project.” He answered my inquiries in a rather monotone voice.
“You like farming?” I knew he liked gardening in our backyard, but farming was a different field altogether, literally.
“Not on principle, no. But I do enjoy it from time to time. It’s very rewarding if you do it right.”
“Can’t say I know the feeling, but if you like it, that’s enough for me.”
“There’s one problem.”
I didn’t miss the slight shift in his tone. He tried to keep his expression from changing, but I sensed it, having grown just close enough during our time together.
“Which is?”
Just the tiniest pause.
“It’s out of town.”
And there it was.
“How out of town?”
“Out of state.”
Silence took over. His entire posture was frozen save for driving motions. I didn’t move either, fixing my gaze on the open highway in front of me, barely observing him from the corner of my eye. The information was heavy, but not crushing. I guess I had always mentally prepared for the worst, and this was way below what my mind conjured. I was able to keep my calm surprisingly well as the car’s humming drones on. For starters, this is just an offer. It didn’t mean anything. No moving truck had been called yet.
“Well?”
Joseph was the one to speak first. His poker face finally betrayed his worry about my reaction.
“I’m not freaking out,” I assured him.
“That’s not-”
“Listen,” I breathed in, “Joseph,” it felt weird saying it out loud, almost undermining the weight of my words, but I pushed on, “no matter how much we love each other, it’s not like we can stay cooped up in the house latched on to each other. Eventually, whether it’s for my college or your work, we WILL have to grow outside our home.”
“That said,” I continued, “if you feel good about this job, it’s not wrong to explore that possibility.”
“But what about us?” He asked softly.
“I have to admit hearing you say that makes me want to suffocate you with a hug, but I’ll settle for this for now,” I said and leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his free arm, “and we’re good. You’ll love me no matter what the distance between us, right?”
“Always,” he answered immediately.
“That’s what I thought,” I planted a kiss on his cheek, my lips lightly brushing his thick beard, “distance isn’t gonna separate us. Plus, it’s not the Stone Age. We can still see each other or work something else out.”
“I have to say,“ He coughed before continuing, ”you’re taking this way better than I expected.“
“Did you expect me to throw a tantrum like a 3-year-old?” I gave him a sharp look.
“No, but I did think you'd take it badly,” He sounded cautious.
“Such trust is why we’re together,” I sighed.
“Seriously, are you not worried?” He couldn’t help but ask again.
“Are you?” I shot back.
“Yes!” His chest heaved as he let out his emotions, “I JUST started getting used to these emotions, to this happiness. I don’t have it in me to start tearing away from it just yet.”
I stared at him, awestruck.
“I’m always amazed at how expressive you are…” I muttered before raising my voice and replying to him, “And you won’t have to! Do you think I’ll just go off with any rando from the street the moment you take a step outside the house?”
“Not like that! But you will want to move on,” he said, and I smacked his shoulder, “eventually.” He added hastily.
“Why don’t you just call me a whore?” I snapped.
“That is NOT what I said!“ His voice was agitated, ”I’m just saying that you’re young and you still have your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want you to feel chained down by someone whose time has ended like me.“
“Your time ends when you die, which isn’t happening any time soon unless you’re hiding something from me?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I’m talking about how things are naturally. We have 30 years between us. I don’t want you to grow up getting stuck changing my diapers because of an overdue attachment.”
“Why, in the deepest pits of hell, are you assuming you’ll be wearing diapers?” I was starting to get annoyed with the hypotheticals.
“You should always be prepared for the worst,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Okay, okay,” I rubbed my eyes to refocus my mind, “we’re straying from the main point. Although we need to address this later, our main point right now is you moving away again for a job.”
He nodded.
“And I’m telling you we can make it work. You don’t need to limit your choices, just as I don’t need to limit mine, as I’m dating you. We’re a couple, Joseph, not a political relationship. We can grow alongside each other.”
“It’s not that easy,” he answered dejectedly.
“Then we’ll break up,” I immediately countered, “but we won’t get there unless we try, and I know you still wanna try!”
“I do,” he said and let out a heavy sigh, “there’s no winning with you…”
“Damn right there isn’t. You have yourself to blame for the stubborn streak if I’m being quite honest.”
We laughed. The silence that followed was easy, like the kind that settles after a good rain, when everything’s still damp but clean. Joseph’s hand stayed resting on the gearshift, close to mine. He didn’t move it, and I didn’t ask him to. Just being near him made me happy, as if we were validating our love by simply being near each other.
Outside the window, the highway unspooled like ribbon, flanked by endless badlands and the occasional gas station that looked like it hadn’t seen a paintbrush since the '80s. But everything inside the car felt much cooler than the scorching exterior. Lighter. Like maybe we’d cracked something open and found it wasn’t as terrifying as we’d both thought.
We resumed talking after a while. Sitting cross-legged in my passenger princess throne, I asked him about his first time. He told me her name was Amelia, how she was uninterested in him despite his attempts at wowing her, and how she came on to him at a house party after her date ditched her. I asked how it went.
“Not great,” he grimaced through his laughter.
The party host did not tell his parents about that party, which was evident by their rabid shouting when they came home earlier than expected. They were trying to do it standing up, with her hugging him with her arms and legs as he tried to enjoy the moment amidst the intense physical exercise. The moment they heard the noises was when he finally shot his load. She jumped off, terrified, collected her clothes, and ran off. The suddenness of it all, while he was still in the post-orgasm daze, caused the condom to slip and his seed to splatter all over the floor, leaving a trail of drops to the door where she ran off, leaking from the bit of it that stuck to her leg.
I had a hearty laugh, and he asked about how my love life was before meeting him, if it’s so hilarious. I shook my head dramatically and told him I was a chaste virgin until I met him.
“No boyfriend? Crushes?“
I told him about Henry. He was a guy in my school. One of those short guys who used the gym to fight off his insecurities. He was stocky with a boyishly cute face despite his dark facial hair. He was straight, but that didn’t stop me from admiring the solid tank of man mass every time it passed me by the whole way. He was also on the rugby team, which meant I got to see him all sweaty in shorts from time to time. The whole “crush” didn’t amount to anything and faded just as quickly as it appeared.
“I guess I never really cared for anyone, since I was so used to being alone,” I stole a glance at Joseph, “until you brute forced your way in.”
“Thank you,” I added after a pause.
He seemed like he wanted to follow up with a snarky remark, but his face split into a smile at my words.
The mood stayed the same as we chatted all the way while the sun slowly set beyond the horizon. It was then that Joseph fell silent all of a sudden.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Nothing, I just…” his words trailed off as he slowed the car to a stop.
“What? What is it?” I was growing more confused.
“I just need a little break. You can stretch your legs outside for a bit.” He said, his hands clutching the steering wheel still.
“Like hell I will. What’s wrong with you? You were fine a few seconds ago.”
I tried to make him look at me, but he averted his gaze.
“It’s nothing. It’s just a little problem. I made a little mistake.”
“Which is?”
“Nothing important, it’ll fade away in a minute. Seriously, just go out and walk around the car for a bit.”
I was to object again when I noticed his crotch. The only reason it took me this long to notice was because of how fun talking with him has been, but it was very hard not to see the massive tent pitched in his crotch.
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“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” I was laughing, tears almost rolling from my eyes.
“Can you please stop…” He said in a very uncharacteristically embarrassed tone.
“No, yes, of course, I ju-” I paused to breathe, slowly steadying myself from the laughter shakes, “I just never thought you’d ever think of taking Viagra,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“You were so excited about today, and I didn’t want to later halfway through, especially with how horny you get.”
“Says the guy who keeps sneaking into my room at midnight because he can’t wait till morning. No, sorry, this is too funny.” I resumed laughing.
“Will you shut up already!” His voice would’ve alarmed me had it not been laced with panic.
“Alright, alright,” I said, my laughter slowly dying down.
I put my hand on his warm big tent and leaned over.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered into his ear before licking the outside of it gently.
I felt his whole body stiffen up at the promise of sex. His chest was shiny with sweat from the heat now that the car was no longer moving, causing small stains to appear on the white shirt underneath his black leather jacket. He looked at me straight in the eye and kissed me. Pressing into me, we fell backwards with my back smashing against the car door while his tongue forced its way into mine.
“D- Joseph,” I moaned as his body pressed mine further, his tent poking me awkwardly in the abdomen. He was like a wild animal with all his pent-up lust and the aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, deaf to all but his own libido.
My legs kicked back a couple of times as they tried to hook themselves under him. When they did, I finally pushed him away. His eyes held surprise as his mouth left mine.
“Not here, come,” I told him, caressing his cheek before opening the car door and heading out, guiding him behind me by grabbing his giant bulge. He followed me as if in a trance. We locked the car and moved behind a small hill to the side of the highway. There were various rocks scattered around, so I told him to sit down on one of the big ones. It seemed uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were glazed over as he watched me unbutton his pants and pull out his dick with bated breath.
“Good morning, tiger!” I said with a smirk as his giant member extended above my face.
I slowly slapped my face with his dick, rubbing it all over. The heat and long car ride resulted in the strongest musk I remember smelling on him. I buried my face into his crotch and pubes, eyes closed and inhaling deeply, my head spinning from his strong pheromones. He was already leaking. Sticky drops of precum were being smeared across my face as I played with his dick before finally going in.
I started off with an expert blowjob that was honed by countless trials and muscle memory. The excitement of sucking Joseph’s big dick lost its edge some time ago, but the wonderful taste his giant meat gave me was more than enough to make me hard just thinking about it. I swriled my tongue around his head as I enjoyed the salty spit of his dick and sweat.
All through that, Joseph had his head thrown back in pleasure, visibly aching for release, like holding his semen in was physically hurting him. When I started nursing on his head intensely, he lurched forward as his body surged with pleasure. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth right then without so much as a warning.
I had the breath knocked out of me and struggled to take a breath as I was shaken helplessly. My body went limp against the floor as Joseph got overtaken by pleasure.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” He yelled, too loudly for comfort.
I wanted to tell him to calm down, but all that escaped from me were muffled noises and lots of spit. Joseph took this as an opportunity to fuck through all that and use it as lube, my loose throat sending him into overdrive.
I prepared myself to receive his load as my hand got busy jerking my hard-on inside my shorts, but he had other plans. Pulling me off his dick just as suddenly as he put me on it, Joseph took a moment to catch his breath, which in turn allowed me a moment to catch my breath. He wiped the spit and drool spilling all over my face with his fingers and pushed it back inside my mouth as I sucked on it gently.
“Joummhmm,” I emitted a muffled, garbled voice as I steadied my breathing. Was I calling him? Did I ask him to continue? I don’t know. The wildness of the situation started getting to me and sending me into a sexual frenzy myself.
“It’s okay, baby. Come on, stand up.”
I felt his strong, thick arms help me stand as my legs wobbled from the rattling they had just received, but I was still able to stand up properly.
“Turn around,” he said, his tone demanding and urgent.
I did as told. He pushed me against the land height, hiding us from passersby with my hands stretched in front of me, supporting both our weight as his body pushed against mine from behind. Joseph kissed and bit at my neck as his hands pulled at my shorts, trying their hardest to get them off.
“Joe. Joe. Ouch, easy!” I said through labored breaths.
“Sorry, baby. I just need to get in there,” he said. His weight lifted a bit in an attempt to ease up on me while his hands finally found my shorts’ buttons. In one powerful motion, Joseph dropped my shorts to the ground. He was clearly surprised when he saw my ass right away, and even more when his hand felt the new found smoothness.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I said, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes.
My whole body jumped when his palm struck my ass cheek. I cried out in pain as he struck me again, making my body weak in his hold.
“Such a perfect slut,” he said, his hunger seeping through every word.
He was clearly loving the surprise, his hands pawing and grabbing wildly at my soft ass. It took a lot of time and effort, but I managed to get it just right with my hole smooth and soft. He never said anything about me being hairy, but this new sight seemed to awaken something new in him.
“I need to fuck you. Right now,” He said without leaving any room for discussion.
“Do it. Take me,” I answered with the same passion as him. My hole had been itching ever since I shaved. It was calling out for a good dicking to scratch the itch of a its new look.
Joseph didn’t wait any longer. He spit a couple of times into his hand before lubing his dick up with it. Positioning his tool against my entrance, he grabbed my shoulders as he dug through my insides. It was a bit hard, but I pushed out with all my might, my legs shaking and moans high.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. Once he made it all the way inside me, he started slamming into me with all his might at a frantic pace. We rocked back and forth on the spot as our voices gradually got higher and higher. We were lucky no one decided to stop and check on our parked car because they would have heard the sounds of utter euphoria erupting from both of us. With a loud roar, Joseph pushed his dick as far as possible, his pubes grinding against my ass cheeks as he unloaded hot steamy cum deep inside me. The feeling of warmth spreading in my ass caused my hand to grip my dick harder than ever and send me over the edge. I shot my load in my shorts, the cum spilling over my knuckles and stains forming all over my shorts.
Joseph and I went rigid. It’s like we were trying to capture the moment and lock in the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through our bodies. He laid his head on my shoulder and sank into me. The way he got affectionate and grabby after cumming was a lovely sight to see. I slipped my hand through his hair as he stood still.
“Fuck, my shorts are ruined,” was the first thing I said.
“Come here,” he said, and dropped to his knees behind me.
Before I could ask, I felt his warm breath on my hole and gasped. Joseph went all in, burying his face between my cheeks and lapping dutifully at my freshly fucked hole. He had fucked the cum so deep into me, it took a minute to come back out. He licked my asshole clean a couple of time everytime a dribble of cum came out, and the feeling of his wet rough tongue against my smooth skin, along with the stick mess in my cortch, made me push harder into his mouth, my body sending waves of pleasure all over.
Once he had his fill, Joseph stood up and turned me around to face him. I looked at him with shaky eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth and felt him pushing the collected cum into my mouth which I hungrily sucked up.
“You liked that?” he asked, drawing away just enough to look at me properly. I nodded enthusiastically, and he smiled. We continued kissing with the glow of the setting sun behind us, oblivious to whatever might come our way.
Eventually, we returned to the car. Joseph was fine but very sweaty, not that I was complaining, and as for me, my shorts were a mess of sweat and cum, some of it even getting on my shirt. We debated continuing right away and getting to our motel, but ultimately decided against it since I would’ve stained the seat covers. He insisted it didn’t matter but I insisted I didn’t want the car to smell like cum and stink so he obliged.
“You don’t need to go over the top all the time, you know,” I told him while hugging him from behind.
“Whatever, just come here,” He shook his head and dragged me to the car.
I thought he was gonna try getting me in it again, but instead, he climbed on top and held out his hand.
“Come on,” he said warmly. I smiled and took his hand.
“How romantic!” I exclaimed as we laid there on top of the car with the quickly darkening sky above us. Joseph was on his back, and I was on my side against his chest. We huddled close to each other despite the heat as we observed the sky.
In the silence of the empty land, there was no need for words from either of us. We had each other, and that was all that mattered at that moment.
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Author's Note: Hello all! Thanks for reading so far! I hope you enjoyed my novice work, or that it at least helped you cum. I have to announce that Dad and Son Bonding will be going on break for now. I still have some ideas for the series but I currently have no motivation or inspiration to continue it, so I will put it on the shelf for now until I feel a good comeback brewing. Meanwhile, I think I'd love to try my hand at some other stories and genres which will hopefully be to your liking as well!
Thanks again for reading!
