The dynamic of the Bulls

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Jeff:

The morning sun peaked through the window, alerting me it was time to get up from my slumber. I turned on my back, stretching and flexing my muscles. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel my morning wood hard with a rage under them thin sheet i had slept with. The entire night I was thinking back to my son stroking my cock. How his hands felt against my most private area, and the taboo of it all. No matter how hard I fought it, I couldn’t shake it out of my mind.

I pulled the sheet off me, exposing my huge leaking boner. Taking it in my fist and slapping it against my open palm. Fuck, I was horny. My cock throbbed hard as I began stroking my fat shaft with both hands, biting my lip as I remembered Connor’s soft hands yesterday. My dick took over control as I swung my legs out of the bed, getting up.

I walked out my room and down the hall to where Connor’s door was slightly ajar. I peered in as quiet as possible, taking in the sight of my sleeping boy. He looked so peaceful as he lay on his side, his smooth chest gently rising and falling with each breath. His lower half still covered with a blanket. I bit my lip softly, thinking of his little dick that was probably hard right now, just like my own. Remembering the sight of his tight, smooth ass yesterday. How I nearly pushed my fat cock into his puckered little hole. My cock jumped at the thought, dripping a bead of precum onto the floor beneath me.

Suddenly, Connor began to stir. I watched his toned muscles flex as he stretched, similar to how I did earlier in my own bed. His beautiful blue eyes opened up, tracing his room before landing on me. My face peaking in through his door.

“Mmm, morning dad.” He grunted with a yawn as he stretched some more. A smile broke across his face, so innocent and sweet.

“Morning sport, sorry if I woke you. I uh, just got up and figured I’d check on you before making some coffee. How’d you sleep?” I asked him, hiding the rest of my naked body behind the door, my cock still rock hard and leaking.

“You didn’t wake me, the sun did. Thanks for checking though, I slept really good actually. What about you, how’d you sleep?” He asked.

“You’re just like your old man, I always liked the sun waking me too. I slept pretty good actually. I miss your mom some, it’s tough not having anyone to cuddle.” I answered back.

“I bet, dad. Well if you get lonely, you can always cuddle up to me.” He said smiling, softly biting his lip. “And yeah, we are pretty similar in how we act. But we do have some uh, pretty large differences.” He said making a joke putting an emphasis on large.

“What do you mean sport?” I said playing along.

“Well, I mean, cmon dad!” He said, ripping off the sheet covering his body and exposing his hard little morning wood to me. His little dick was cute. His cut pink dick head was the perfect contrast from his little shaft, and tight little balls. “It’s not like you didn’t notice it. Your cock is huge, and mine is just so, puny in comparison.” He admitted, my cock pulsed hard as he said it.

“I know sport. It is shocking to see how different we are. But we still aren’t that different. Looks like you get morning wood too, just like me.” I tried to make light of the situation. I could see Conor’s eyes twinkle a little.

“Really dad?” He asked, a linger on his words. I took a breath and opened the door, exposing my nude body. I walked in his room closer, my hard cock leading the way, bouncing with each step till I reached his bedside.

“Told ya sport, we’re not too different.” I said with a smirk looking down at him. My cock throbbed as his eyes couldn’t look away.

“Gesh, dad. I uh, I guess so.” He said swallowing. I could see his little dick twitching as he gawked and admired me. “Damn, dad, it looks even bigger now. I can see your pulse as it throbs.” He said in awe.

“I know sport, my erections are pretty strong” I said.

“You’re just such a manly man, dad. You’ve got a great built body, and your body hair is just right. You just exude masculinity.” He complimented.

“Thanks sport, for what it’s worth, your lean and smooth figures nothing to be discouraged about.” I told him. He truly looked incredible.

“I know, it’s just crazy how a big masculine dad like you made a son with such boyish features.” He added, his eyes still glued to my cock. I swung it lightly, and his eyes followed its every movement. He was such a little cock hound.

“And you’re perfect just the way you are, son. My perfect boy.” I said looking down at him, my arms crossed across my muscular chest.

“Thanks dad. I’m lucky to have a dad as masculine and perfect as you too.” He said, finally looking up into my eyes. As he said that my cock throbbed, burping out another bead of precum. It started dripping from my piss slit. Hanging low from cock till it finally detached, falling freely till it landed on my boys soft pillow lips, splattering.

“Oops, sorry, sport. Looks like I dribbled a little.” I said with a sly grin. I watched as Connor’s tongue darted from his mouth, licking his lips. Cleaning them from my precum. I could tell he was savoring the taste, taking his time to swallow.

“All good dad…” He said finally sitting up, admiring my cock at eye level. “Maybe it’ll help me grow?” He said making a joke.

“Maybe so…” I joked back with a wink. He stood up, kneeling on his bed. We were chest to chest, dick to dick. As if on mutual instinct, we embraced in a tight hug. My huge dick, sandwiched against his tiny one. Both us leaking precum on one another.  “How about we make some breakfast, sport?” I said, then giving him a kiss on the top of his blonde head. I turned and started leading him out of his room.

“Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” He asked.

“Your mom’s not home. What’s the point?” I said with a grin. He smiled big and eagerly followed me to the kitchen.

I made some coffee while Connor kept me company, chatting about some of his upcoming swim meets. Both our cocks had softened out for the most part as we focused on other tasks and conversations at hand. I couldn’t help but look at how small his cute little dick was when it was soft, basically just a nub on top of his little balls. How his ass was just perfectly rounded and plump. As if he was made to be fucked.

I made us some scrambled eggs and we ate side by side at the table.

“So uh, dad. There’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you. And you uh probably already know by now.” Connor started. He looked extremely nervous, I was a bit worried.

“What is sport? You look terrified. Your old man’s always here for you. You can come to me about anything.” I told him genuinely, wanting him to know he can be comfortable.

“I know dad, and I’m ready to tell you now. Well, dad, I’m gay.” He said looking into my eyes. He looked nervous but I nearly busted out laughing. Of course he was gay. I’d always suspected it, but the way he admired my dick the past few days was what kicked the crate.  I reached an arm around him, giving his shoulder a squeeze and pulling him into me.

“I know sport, well, I had a feeling at least. I’m glad you told me, and I’ll always love you and be your father, no matter what.” I told him, squeezing his shoulder a little tighter.

“Thanks dad, you’re the best.” He said as he leaned his head on my bare shoulder. I leaned down and kissed him on the top of his blonde head again.

We went back to eating, the crunch of toast and forks scraping plates filling the room. My mind still at work though at the confirmation of what I had already known.

“So, what’s your type, sport?” I asked him bluntly cocking an eyebrow.

“DAD.” He blurted out, embarrassed by my curiosity. We both laughed at his reaction.

“What, I can’t ask? I want to know which one of your friends from school I’ll have to keep an eye on when they come over.” I said giving him a nudge with my elbow.

“Well, you don’t really have to worry about that, guys my age aren’t really my type.” He said matter of factly. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, clearly not meaning for that to slip out.

“Oh, is uh, that so? Well, what age do you like?” I asked a little surprised. I could see Connor’s face flush with embarrassment, not sure on what to say.

“Well, I guess it’s not so much an age thing, but I like a man. I don’t want boys, I want a man, ya know? Someone strong and built. Hairy in the right places, and well…” he started trailing off.

“Well what is it, Connor?” I asked, turning to look at him. Out of reflex, I spread my legs wide, showing off my soft fat cock to him. I watched as Connor’s eyes traced from my face, down my hairy body and landing on my cock. They lingered before tracing up to my face when he dry swallowed.

“I was uh, I was gonna say hung… but realistically, my type would be someone like you, dad. You’re the total package.” He said wholeheartedly while staring into my eyes with total admiration. My heart started pounding, and I could feel a tingle in my balls from his words. He had just admitted he was into me.

“Wow, I uh, wasn’t expecting that sport. That’s quite the compliment coming from you.” I told him. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, there was no hiding my growing dick beginning to pulse to life again.

“Yeah dad, and I mean the way your big cock felt in my hands yesterday was just amazing. I know it’s weird, you being my dad and all, but I loved it.” He said looking up at me, giving his lip a soft bite.

“Is that so? Well, for what it’s worth, you worked my cock like a pro, son.” I told him. My cock was hard and jutting out from my body between my legs, bouncing with each pulse.

“Woah, good to hear, that was… that was my first time doing that, with someone else” He admitted, he turned to face me now too, spreading his legs to reveal his own hard little dick.

“Guess you’re a natural, sport.” I said with a grin. “So, I was your first hand job?” I asked.

“Maybe so, not bad for a virgin then.” He said as his eyes dropped to my hard cock again. “Yeah, you were, and it felt so right.” He said. I was horny, thinking with my dick. I stood up and stretched, flexing my arms as my hard cock bounced mere inches from my son’s face.

“It did feel right, didn’t it, sport…” I said looking down at him. He was practically drooling over my cock. “…even though what we did was wrong.”

“I told you dad, I don’t really care about it being wrong. There was something exciting about it being wrong.” He said looking up at me with a devilish smile.

“Yeah, you get off on the taboo of stroking your dad’s big cock?” I asked.

“I do dad, it’s kinky and hot.” He said biting his lip.

“Shit boy, it is, isn’t it?” I said, now biting my own lip, my cock began dripping precum I was so turned on. “Maybe if you ask nicely, your old man will let you touch it again.”

“Yeah dad, please, let me stroke your huge cock.” He said practically begging.

“Go on boy, stroke my fat dad dick.” I said. In an instant, Connor had both of his hands gripping my thick shaft, stroking me with both hands. “Fuck yeah boy, damn that’s nice.” I grunted in pleasure throwing my head back.

“Dad, your dicks so big. I love how big and strong you feel in my hands.” He said looking up at me with that innocent smile.

“I’m gonna have to remember how much of a cock slut you are boy. Daddies got needs.” I teased him as he vigorously stroked me.

“Please dad, I’m here for you anytime you need.” He said enthusiastically as he stroked.

“What a good boy I’ve got.” I said, gently thrusting my hips now as he stroked. We were getting into a good rhythm. Connor began focusing on my sensitive cock head, making sure to touch my most sensitive spot on the bottom side of my cock. On reflex, I was letting out grunted moans of approval.

“Dad, your cock is huge, I think you’re bigger than my forearm!” He said as he put up his arm in comparison. We both laughed. He was right, my cock was nearly the size of his forearm. I was really turning me on to see just how much my own son was getting off on my big cock. Connor eagerly went back to stroking me off with both hands, not able to grip completely around my girth, and ignoring his own hard little dick. I put both my hands behind my head, exhaling with a moan of bliss.

“Fuck sport, you work my fucking cock so good.” I grunted out, if he kept this up, I was gonna be cumming in no time.

“Fuck yeah, dad! I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum!” He said panting, he was working hard stroking me.

“Yeah, you want to make your dad cum again?” I teased, thrusting into his hands as he stroked.

“I want you to cum all over me dad, just like you did the mirror.” He pleaded.

“Fuck, didn’t know what a little cum slut my own son was. Keep on stroking boy, you’ll get your reward.” I kept teasing.

“Cmon dad, drench me in your load. Cover me in that same cum that made me.” He pleaded looking up at me. Our eyes were locked as he sent me over the edge.

“Fuck son, I’m gonna blow! Ugh, get ready!” I grunted and watched as my first thick rope blasted out and onto his innocent smooth face. My first shot stretched from his upper lip, across his face and into his blonde hair. He was clearly taken back by the volume of it, but not having time to react before the second rope shot out, even bigger than the first, splattering across his cheek.

“Fuck yeah dad, cum on me. Cum on your slutty son!” He teased eagerly as he stroked the cum from my cock. Rope after rope blasting out as I grunted uncontrollably. I watched as each I soaked my boy in my thick white load.

“Awh fuck, Connor, it’s still coming.” I grunted in bliss as another rope splashed his smooth pecs. His head was well covered in my seed as he aimed my cock at his chest. I shot more cum on his smooth chest and it dribbled down his abs.

“Fuck dad, your cum is so thick and warm” he moaned, clearly in bliss. “I love that you cum so much” he added as he stroked the last of my load from my fat sensitive dick.

“Fuck, that was intense, sport!” I grunted panting and catching my breath. Connor let go of my cock as it throbbed in a post orgasm state in front of him. I watched as he licked his lips, cleaning them of my thick cum, and eating it. His hand quickly fell to his little dick. He stroked it between his two fingers and thumb. Within seconds he reached his own climax.

“Awh fuck, dad! I’m cumming too! Shit” he grunted as he leaned back and blew his load up and onto his smooth abs, mixing with mine. He moaned with each rope that blasted from his little dick.

“Fuck yeah, sport! Shoot that load.” I grunted, reaching my hand to his shoulder and squeezing it some. “Fuck, what a messy boy you are.” I teased. His orgasm subsided and he looked up at me, panting with a smile. His innocent blue eyes looking up at me with complete admiration. He looked so cute drenched in my cum.

“That was hot, dad.” He said to me, still smiling. “You made a mess of me.” He said laughing.

“That it was, sport, that it was. Can’t blame me though. You wanted it and knew I was heavy cummer.” I told him and he laughed a bit. “But damn, you look good cover in my cum, boy. My little cum slut.” I said moving my hand from his shoulder and cupping his face.

Connor:

“I know dad, I love that you cum this much. I like how it feels against my smooth skin. And how you tasted on my lips. I’m proud to be your cum slut of a son.” I said to him, as I felt his warm thick load dripping down my face and body. I could see the blissful admiration in his dark and powerful eyes as he looked down at me. This new connection and dynamic we found was intense.

“Mmm, you like how I taste sport?” He said scooping up some of his cum off my cheek. “Here, eat up then.” He said as he pushed his cum covered thumb into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his rough digit, cleaning it of his tasty seed. He had a salty, masculine flavor and I loved it. “That’a boy” he said with approval as I did so.

“You taste so good, dad” I said as he removes his spit shined thumb from my mouth. All he could do was give out a soft chuckle as he admired me.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sport.” He said as I felt him whisk me up. I followed him out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. I anticipated he’d start the shower, but instead he was filling up the bath. He then looked at me “might as well relax and take it in when we have the house to ourselves”.

I eagerly agreed, wanting to share more intimate moments with him. As the tub began to fill, dad got in and sprawled out, then instructed me to get in with him. I carefully stepped in, the hot water shocking my skin as I slowly sank down, essentially laying on top of him as we cuddled in the tub. I leaned back on his shoulder as his strong arms wrapped around my smooth frame.

Being in his embrace felt safe and comforting. He began taking the warm bath water, and scrubbing my body gently, removing the cum. I cupped some water and splashed my face, rinsing off some of his load. I then nuzzled up into the crevice of his neck, cuddling him close as he held onto me.

“You’re the best dad ever.” I told him

“Well, I got pretty lucky to have you as son too.” He said, kissing me on the top of the head. I loved when he did that. We cuddled together in that tub for about an hour, not saying anything, and just enjoying the presence and contact of one another.

After a while, we both agreed to get our pruned bodies out of the tub, and on with our day. Dad suggested a quick trip the gym and I gladly obliged. We changed quick, climbing into his truck for a quick pump at the gym. We worked out together, surprisingly with no funny business between us, it was a strictly father son workout.

After a good gym session, dad and I shared a shower at the gym. As much as I tried to signal something fun, he didn’t seem to budge too far from his fatherly role. We did get to wash each other though and still share the shower stall. I had to admit, it was getting confusing how quickly he could flip the script from my sexual king, to my supporting father.

After our shower we got changed and headed home. Dad had some work to do in the garage and I decided to get some of my school work done. I finished my homework and was chilling in my bed, scrolling through my phone when I heard a knock at the door.

“Hey sport, you finished with your school work?” My dad asked, standing in my doorway.

“Yeah, all set for Monday!” I told him. “So what’s up?” I asked

“Just wanted to check on you. You uh, okay? With… everything?” He asked. I could tell in his tone he was referring to earlier.

“Definitely dad. Better than okay.” I said flashing a smile, which caused a grin to break across his face too with a chuckle.

“Well, good.” He said back. “Tell you what, how about we grab dinner at the little hole in the wall tonight. The one we used to go to when we’d snowmobile.” He offered. I used to love that place, but we hadn’t gone in a long time since we sold our snowmobiles.

“Definitely! That sounds great dad!” I told him excitedly. We made plans that we’d leave around seven.

A few hours later dad and I were walking into the little dive bar that I always liked. They had the best bar food. Dad had put on a red flannel, blue jeans and his work boots. I put a button down t shirt, jeans and a pair of vans.

We walked in and sat at the bar, it was pretty quiet tonight, which was surprising for a weekend. When we sat we both ordered a chicken sandwich, I had a coke and dad got a jack and coke. As we drank and chatted, one of dad’s friends walked into the bar. Steve Adler was one of my dad’s closest friends from way back. They met in high school and remained close to the day.

“Jeff, my man, it’s been a while! How’re ya? And Awh man, is this Conner? Always surprised to see your not so little anymore!” He joked and grabbed both our shoulders.

“Steve, how the hell are ya, bud?” My dad greeted, excitedly. They caught up for a while, Steve was a pretty nice guy. He was well built, muscular like my dad, but a little heavier set. He had a full beard and a thick head of jet black hair that matched his olive skin. I could see his chest hair peaking out from the collar of his shirt.

As we spoke, dad mentioned mom being out of town for work for a bit. Steve suggested we all get together and do something while she was away. Steve had a son, Austin, who was in the same grade and on the swim team with me. Inevitably, he and I became best friends too. As our food came out, we agreed we’d go over to the Adler’s place for a little swim day and barbecue. Steve said his goodbyes and dad and I turned to our sandwiches.

“Hope you’re okay with that bud. It was kinda impromptu.” Dad said looking at me apologetically.

“Of course dad, sounds fun!” I responded excitedly. “Anything to see you in a swim suit  and showing off that bulge would be exciting anyhow.” I said under my breath, just so we could hear. He gave a chuckle back as he took a bite from his sandwich.

“Ya’know, for what it’s worth, it’ll be nice to see that smooth tight body in that speedo.” He said back to me which made me blush.

“Dad, I really liked what we did this morning.” I confided to him, speaking softly and changing the subject.

“Yeah, sport? Well, I gotta say, what you’ve been doing to me and making me feel has been intense. As fucked up as it is, I don’t want it to stop.” He said looking into my eyes to read my response.

“Good, cause I don’t want it to stop either dad.” I told him gently grabbing his big rough hand. “I want… I want to do more, with you, dad.” I admitted, my little dick went hard in my jeans as I said it.

“Shit boy, you’re already craving your dad’s fat cock?” He whispered with a grin and a wink.

“I think I’m already addicted, dad.” I said to him gently biting my lip, causing him to chuckle lightly again. We couldn’t help but get lost in each other’s eyes as we spoke of other topics, clearly stricken with lust.

The bar tender came back and handed us the check when we finished eating. We were just about ready to go. Dad was just waiting to get his card back

“Dad, I’m gonna use the bathroom quick.” I said as I stood up.

“Sounds good sport. Just gotta wait for the bar tender to get back.” He said as I stood up and headed to the bathroom. As I entered, I noticed what a grungy bar bathroom this was. A single stall, with a troth for guys to piss in. Dimly lit like the rest of the place. I walked up to the troth, and pulled out my little dick. It was slightly plump from the conversation with dad. I grabbed it with my thumb and forefinger to aim. Just as I started peeing, I heard the door open and close as a set of heavy footsteps walked in and joined me.

As I looked over, I saw dad there, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his huge cock. I blatantly stared at his beautiful cock, soft, but also plump from our discussion. I watched on as his huge piss stream fired from his cock into the troth with a thunderous force. Nothing life my life stream. It was comical how he could use his entire hand to aim, and I only needed two fingers. I looked up to see dad watching me stare at his cock. He gave me a slight smile, which I exchanged back.

“See something you like boy?” He asked teasingly, just as soon as I stopped pissing.

Jeff:

I watched as my boy emptied his little dicklet of any remaining piss. His penis clearly growing to what it could.

“You know I am, dad.” He said, giving me that look.

“Tell you what, my hand is tired, why don’t you aim for me?” I suggested, giving a nod toward my growing cock as I continued pissing into the troth. I knew it was risky having him do this in public, but that’s was half the fun. At this point, And at this point. I was too turned on to care. Without a second thought his soft hand reached over and grabbed my fat shaft, aiming in the troth. “Atta boy, thanks son.” I said, as my cock continued throbbing to life in his hand. We both eagerly watched and listened for the door. The bar had been pretty quiet, so I didn’t expect much, but still had to be careful.

“Shit dad, this is crazy.” Connor said excitedly.

“It is, sport. Why don’t you get a little crazier and get a closer look, boy.” I told him as I pushed him down to his knees so his face was directly inline as he watched my cock finish pissing into the urinal. “Well cmon boy, give it a shake.” I told him, he began stroking my hard cock, right there in the bath room.

“Dad, this is so hot.” He said looking up at me, stroking my fat shaft. He quickly looked back at the door then at my cock before doing something that took me off guard. He leaned in and began running his tongue along the length of my girthy shaft. I pivoted giving him a better angle.

“Awh fuck son. Oh shit.” I grunted as he continued savoring my cock. As he made his way back to the base of my shaft he ran his tongue down and started licking at my big balls. “Fuck yeah boy, work daddies nuts.” He kissed and licked at my big nuts before running his tongue up and down the bottom of my shaft once more. It was as if he knew all my most sensitive spots.

At some point Connor had stripped off his button down shirt, and his pants were below his hips, exposing his smooth bubble butt and cute little dick. Meanwhile I was still in my flannel and my jeans were just low enough to free my cock. Connor could care less if we got caught and it drove me wild with lust.

“Ugh, dad, your cock and balls taste so good.” He grunted out looking up and taking both hands to stroke me again.

“You’re such an eager little slut, son. Get back to work.” I teased. That’s when he did it, he leaned in wrapped those soft pillowed lips around the fat mushroom head of my cock. My head instantly thrown back in bliss at the feeling as he dove down. My fat cock invading his warm, wet, mouth as he began sucking me off.

I looked down and watched in awe as Connor’s lips stretched to their limits around the immense girth of my shaft. His mouth was at full capacity as he sucked on my cock, stroking me with one hand and stroking his own cock with the other. I could feel his wet tongue massaging the underside of my cockhead, my most sensitive spot. He just looked so beautiful and perfect on the end of my cock.

He was so eager and trying to fit more of my shaft in his tight mouth as he sucked and stroked me. I heard footsteps outside the bathroom, and got nervous. But he felt so good, I couldn’t stop him. Luckily I heard the walk past, not entering.

“Fuck son, you’re making me feel so good. Suck that fat cock.” I grunted. Letting my hand fall to the back of his blonde head. I applied light pressure trying to push more of my thick cock in his mouth. It had no where to go, already filling his untrained and virgin mouth. Connor was a natural though, sucking me off with a passion. He was eagerly bobbing and sucking my cock, clearly enjoying himself as he’d moan around my girth. Drool was pooling up at the corners of his mouth, as it lightly ran down his chin.

He looked up at me with admiration, tears running down his cheeks. It was a weird feeling, but I felt proud of my cock sucking son. He pulled off with a loud suctioning sound, as he continued stroking me.

“Fuck dad.” He said wiping his mouth with his free hand. “I love sucking your big dick.” He added before leaning in and kissing down my shaft.

“You’re sucking my cock so good, sport. A natural born cock sucker. You’re getting me close.” I warned him.

“Yeah dad, I want you to cum on me. Right here, in public.” He said as he stroked me with both hands and leaned in. Running his tongue all over my fat, ridged, mushroom cock head.

“What a kinky little slut of a son I have. Fuck boy, just like that.” I told him, I was so turned on from the entire situation. The way my boy worshiped my cock was sending me right to the edge. He started gently tugging and massaging my big nut sack as he stroked me, rubbing my cockhead all over his face.

“Cum for me, dad.” Connor moaned, licking at my huge cock as he stroked me. He was so eager for my cum. I couldn’t hold back much more. “Give me that load, dad.” He pleaded, opening his mouth wide as his tongue rest on the underside of my cock head.

“Yeah boy, yeah. Awh shit, just like that, son. Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum boy. Ahhh shit!” I grunted as my cock let loose, blasting his pretty face with a rope of my thick cum.

Connor:

That first blast of dads thick cum rocketed out, some landing in my mouth, but most on my face. I loved being my dad’s cum slut. The first cock I sucked, and it was the one that made me. He grunted as he unloaded, rope after rope blasting my face, and dripping down my neck to my body. Dad could cum so much, and I loved it. 

I aimed his cock head so he could unload directly into my waiting mouth. His thick warm load fired off,  filling me. I loved the way he tasted, and how his cum felt on my tongue. And still how it felt running down my smooth skin. I swallowed what was in my mouth, but not in time as another ripe blasted my face. I quickly wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking out the rest of his load. His cock head was so thick, it filled my mouth and my lips were stretched to their limits around his thick shaft. It caused remnants of his nut to leak from the corners of my mouth as he continued depositing his load. 

I quickly reached down and stroked my little cock between my fingers again. I was so turned on by the entire situation, in seconds I was blasting out my own load onto the floor beneath us. I moaned hard around my dad’s huge cock that was still in my mouth. Completely content being his little slut.

“Fuck yeah, boy. God you’re such a hot little slut.” Dad grunted as he watched me getting off, while nursing his spent dick. I let go of my cock, staring up into his face, for the second time today covered in his load. I could get used to this.

“I love sucking your cock dad.” I told him as I removed him from my mouth. Gently kissing his wet, spent dick.

“I love you sucking my cock, son.” He said down with a grin, watching me kiss his cock. I smacked his spent cock on my cum covered face a few times with a smile. He was watching me with what felt like pride.

Suddenly we heard footsteps outside the bathroom, reminding us we were in public, and that I was now covered in his cum.

“Shit dad, what are we gonna do?” I asked getting up from the floor, pulling up my pants and butting my jeans. I grabbed my shirt and started putting it on. Dad tucked his spent cock away and buttoned his jeans as he went towards the sink.

“Damn, this shit hole doesn’t even have paper towel.” He said, staring at me. Then he quickly opened the door and peaked out. “Theres not many people out there sport, we’re just gonna have to b-line it for the truck.” He said walking back to me. He helped me button up my shirt. He scooped some of the bigger globs of cum, and fed them to me on his fingers.

“Dad, you can’t be serious. I’m a mess, everyone’s gonna see.” I said, I couldn’t feel my cheeks going red.

“I’ll lead, just hide behind me.” He said squeezing my shoulders to comfort me. He headed towards the door, I couldn’t believe I was going be walking out in front of people covered in cum. My dad’s cum.

I heard him open the squeaky door, as he lead me out of the bathroom. We quickly walked as we made our way through the bar. I tired to just look down, not making eye contact with anyone.

“Hey, see you guys tomorrow!” I heard Steve shout. Dad turned to wave and I turned my face to see Steve looking right at us.

“See you tomorrow Bud!” Dad said, still walking. There was no way he didn’t see us, but being a dimly lit bar, hopefully he didn’t see the cum. We made it out of the bar and directly to dad’s truck, shutting the doors behind us. We both sat there catching our breath panting, then looking at each other. Simultaneously we burst out laughing at the situation.

“A true little cum slut you are, sport.” Dad said as he tousled my hair then started the truck, heading back home.