Friday nite Pa 'n me set out for Joe Schmitt's on Pa's Harley. Tom Casey rode his own hog. I grabbed hold of Pa round his belly with one arm, round his chest with the other. I squeezed his nipple thru his shirt. Pa liked his nips played with. My crotch was spread wide, 'n pressed hard against his butt. The chopper motor got my dick throbbin hard. Pa felt it pressin his butt crack 'n chuckled, "To bad we got our Levi's up Son, if'n we was skin to skin you would be givin yer ever lovin Daddy a right good fuckin. Ya ever think bout rammin yer manhood into me Paul, me boy?"
"Shit no Sir, I love 'n respect you Sir, a boy ain't supposed to fuck his Daddy. My hard fuckin cock is a sign of respect for you, my manhood belongs to you, Sir." My mouth was touchin Pa's ear as I said this, my hardon throbbed.
"Don't fuckin lie to me, scumbag, I know you want that fuck tool up my chute, don'tcha fuckface."
"Please Daddy Sir, no. I fuckin love you so goddam much Sir, I can cum without my crank bein touched. I'm fuckin leakin in my jock right now, Sir."
"Don't you fuckin unload yer scumwad Boy, you fuckin unload when yer told to. Now reach down 'n cup my nutz, 'n squeeze my rod. That's it, grope 'n play with my manhood. But don't make me squirt my fuck juice, or yer butt'll be whupped."
Tom Casey rode right along side us. I looked down tween his legs. Just the crotch area of his jeans showed out of his chaps. His dickmeat was bulging hard against the denim, a wet spot surrounded his cockknob. "Daddy Sir," I whispered into Pa's ear, this time I let my tongue lick Daddy's ear, "look how fuckin horny Mr. Casey is, I bet he wants to use that fuck pole on us." I was working my hand on my Daddy's dick knob. It was makin him moan.
"Shit no Sir, I love 'n respect you Sir, a boy ain't supposed to fuck his Daddy. My hard fuckin cock is a sign of respect for you, my manhood belongs to you, Sir." My mouth was touchin Pa's ear as I said this, my hardon throbbed.
"Don't fuckin lie to me, scumbag, I know you want that fuck tool up my chute, don'tcha fuckface."
"Please Daddy Sir, no. I fuckin love you so goddam much Sir, I can cum without my crank bein touched. I'm fuckin leakin in my jock right now, Sir."
"Don't you fuckin unload yer scumwad Boy, you fuckin unload when yer told to. Now reach down 'n cup my nutz, 'n squeeze my rod. That's it, grope 'n play with my manhood. But don't make me squirt my fuck juice, or yer butt'll be whupped."
Tom Casey rode right along side us. I looked down tween his legs. Just the crotch area of his jeans showed out of his chaps. His dickmeat was bulging hard against the denim, a wet spot surrounded his cockknob. "Daddy Sir," I whispered into Pa's ear, this time I let my tongue lick Daddy's ear, "look how fuckin horny Mr. Casey is, I bet he wants to use that fuck pole on us." I was working my hand on my Daddy's dick knob. It was makin him moan.