Good son: go to the garage where your father is at
From Create Your Own Story
I entered the garage quietly, having listened at the door for just the right moment. When I made my move, I found Dad had pushed my young school-mate Timothy Drake back onto the trunk of the car, and was groping the tent in his crotch. I watched in awe as Dad slowly unzipped Timothy's pants, revealing a pair of silk boxer shorts. He reached into the fly of the boxers and extracted Timothy's hard six-inch dick.
I could see Timothy was already dripping precum as Dad licked the head of his cock, causing the youth to shudder with excitement as he began to stroke his shaft. Dad stopped and took Timothy's hand, leading the boy from the car over to the back of the Dodge Ram in the garage.
As Timothy followed him to the bed of the truck, I watched with growing desire. Timothy began stripping, and by the time they lowered the tail-gate, he stood nude and ready. His hard six-inch cock bounced up and down as he walked to the truck, and his hairless young balls swayed back and forth as he moved to kiss my father.
Shit, his young teenaged body was everything that got my cum stirring. He was slender without being skinny. His chest muscles were beginning to develop so that he no longer resembled a little boy. His nipples, large dark circles of erectile flesh, stood out hard from his pecs. He had no hair on his chest, and only a small black bush over his cock and balls.
Moving quietly to get a better view, I watched as Timothy pushed Dad back onto the truck bed and began to lick up and down his cock. I could hear my father's moans of pleasure as Timothy worshiped his cock with his tongue and mouth. Then I heard my father command Timothy to climb up and swing his body around so that he could get at that beautiful cock.
Timothy did as Dad told him, straddling his face with his beautiful thighs, his nuts nuzzling my father's nose. I watched as my father teased his ass and suckled his balls before running his tongue up Timothy's cock to the tip where he licked a big dollop of precum from the boy's head. I saw Timothy start to return the favor, stroking Dad's cock as Dad brought him closer and closer to pure bliss. Dad stopped pushing Timothy off of him, and for a second I thought I had been seen, but to the surprise of myself and Timothy, Dad lifted his legs up until his thighs touched his chest, and said "Fuck me."
Without a word, Timothy rose and guided his cock into my father's ass, sending it in with one long violent thrust. I heard my father's gasp of pleasure and pain as the six-inch cock slammed through his tight hole with all the grace of a battering ram. His balls slapping against my father's ass, Timothy began to pound into Dad like a runaway bronco. I could hear Dad moaning in pained ecstasy as Timothy's thrusting cock moved in and out of my father's asshole.
At times, he seemed to move in a circular motion and I found myself leaning forward, pressing my tented shorts into the side of the car, rubbing in time to Timothy's thrusts. Timothy's breath was ragged now, as sweat poured down his face. His hips moved like a machine into my writhing father's ass.
I watched as Timothy leaned down, twisting Dad's nipples, and kissed him like a man drowning in lust. I moved my hand under my shirt, into my shorts, and began to stroke my cock while Timothy began to speed up again, unbelievably.
I was so caught up in the thrusting of his hips I failed to notice where he was looking. Not until I heard Dad cry out his orgasm, his cum flinging into the air, did I see that Timothy Drake was watching me with a predator's smile. I.....
Good son: Stood like a deer in the headlights frozen by the lust in his gaze.
