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sonatine
Garrett was nervous as he slowly walked home from his bus stop, kicking stones
and biding his time so he could have as much time outside the house as
possible. His Dad had been acting...weird lately. Normally, he was a
stereotypical white-collar businessman. Clean, never any scruff, fresh
pressed suits, colorful ties that aren't too colorful. He was a good Dad
too, very kind and giving, if not a little busy and distant. But recently
he'd been cutting loose a little bit, spending more time around the
house. Any other time, Garrett would have been ecstatic to spend more time
with his Dad, but Dad had been...weird. Yeah. Weird.
He'd been really affectionate lately, with lots of hugs and back pats and
head ruffles, which was great, but also a big difference from how he
usually was. And it wasn't just a little more time he'd been spending at
home, but a lot. He worked from his home office, yeah, but he was always
ready to talk and do something the second Garrett came home from school, and
the teen was used to having a few hours by himself to do homework and
relax.
What was even weirder was that his Dad had also changed the way he
dressed. He still wore suits when he went to the office, and dress clothes
if they went out to dinner, but at home he'd become a lot more lax and
started wearing stuff like compression shorts and boxers. Just compression
shorts and boxers. And, yeah, it was September, it was hot out, so it's not
like they were out of the ordinary, just unusual for his straight-laced
Dad.
The shorts wouldn't even be that weird by themselves, Garrett thought, if not
for the fact that when he wasn't trying to spend time with Garrett, he was
doing his new workout routine in their garage. Garrett had seen him work out a
few times, and he was struck by how weird the routine was. He did some work
on all his muscles, but spent a grand majority of the time doing squats and
thrusts and other things that target a specific area of the body.
Which is what made the shorts thing so weird! Because, and Garrett felt dirty
for thinking this, but his Dad's ass had ballooned out recently. It looked
like two big melon wedges shoved into the back of his tight underwear,
jiggling around whenever he walked, and sticking farther out than any ass
had the right to poke out whenever he stood around and tried to engage Garrett
in conversation.
It was so big and luscious that Garrett had started having uncontrollable
erections whenever his Dad was jiggling that fat ass around the
house. That, too, wouldn't have been so bad, if not for his Dad's new
schedule. Garrett was a healthy 13 year old boy, and he popped a boner at
everything, so it wasn't too mortifying that his Dad's ass made him hard,
as long as he didn't think too much about it. He was used to spending some
alone time after school, but it had been impossible to find any. His Dad
was there when he got home from school, he was in the bathroom whenever he
showered saying it was the perfect time for him to look at the water pipes
or shave, he even checked on him at night, saying he was just looking for
monsters in his bed or closet! Garrett couldn't find any time to himself, and
it was driving him crazy!
On top of everything, the house had also been smelling weird lately. He
couldn't place it at all, and he had no idea where it was coming from, but
it was distracting as hell, made it hard to get homework done. Garrett thought
he'd found the source when he spied some weird stains on the couch
cushions, but his Dad waved him off and said those were just beer
stains. Since when did Dad drink beer! But it was true, the scent couldn't
be coming from just the cushions, because Garrett could even smell it in his
room. Must have been something in the air vents.
So it wasn't any one thing that made Garrett almost scared to go home, but
when everything snowballed together it was overwhelming. He gulped as he
walked up his steps and onto the porch. He wondered what kind of Father/Son
bonding he'd have to do today, and if it could be any worse when they
played Wii Fit together and Garrett had to watch his Dad hula hoop and bend
over and bounce, the thick bubble-butt right in his face.
He steeled himself as he opened the door, still not used to not having to
unlock it now that he has a mostly-stay-at-home Dad. The unknown scent
practically bowls him over as he walks in. It was particularly strong
today, for some reason.
"Hey Dad, I'm home!" Garrett yelled out. He learned pretty early on to let his
Dad know he was home and to wait for him respond, or else he'd walk in on
him mid-squat and Garrett didn't think he could handle that twice.
"Hey, buddy!" A jovial voice shouted from somewhere in the house. "I'm up
in your room, I seem to have misplaced something and I can't for the life
of me find."
Huh, more weirdness. Garrett couldn't think of what it could be for the life
of him either. Maybe he dropped something on his strange nightly check
ups. The teen trudged up the stairs, hoping his Dad wouldn't want to do
bonding in his room. It was nerve-wracking having your Father so close to
where you hide all your cum-rags, even if you haven't used them in a while.
Sure enough, the door to his room was open, when he usually left it
closed. His Dad used to be good at respecting his privacy, but not so much
anymore, which really sucked because Garrett was starting to be at the age
when he needed it more than ever. He just hoped he could quickly help his
Dad find whatever it is he lost and then push him out the door and
hopefully take a nap or something. All those boners with no satisfaction
was starting to wear him down.
Garrett almost swallowed his tongue when he walked into his room and found his
Dad kneeling on his bed on all fours, reaching one hand down the between
the wall and bed while the other was braced against his pillows. He was
keeping his chest low to the bed to reach farther down, but he must be too
used to his squats because he was arching his back and his was sticking
out. Not only that, but the compression shorts he was wearing must have
sagged down before he bent over, because now half of his plump cheeks were
showing. If they went any lower, Garrett would be able to see his Dad's
butthole, something he had never even thought about before but was now
dangerously close to meeting.
Garrett's backpack hit the floor with a loud thud, though the boy was too
shocked to notice. He was frozen as he stared at his Dad's huge, thick
ass. It jiggled a bit as he Dad turned around to smirk at him.
"Sorry for the bedroom intrusion sport, but I just can't find my pen." His
Dad, Sonny, sighed.
"A...pen?" His Dad was looking through his room wearing nothing but
compression shorts looking for a pen?!
"Yeah, a pen. Real nice, got it from the CEO so I'd like to find it if I
can. Would you mind looking underneath your bed with me?" Sonny asked as he
once again shoved his hand down between the crack between wall and
bed. Garrett swallowed a whimper as the big ass jiggled.
"Uh...s-sure, Dad." That would require getting down right where his Dad's
ass was, but his dumb brain already replied on auto-pilot. He hesitantly
approached the bed, then quickly fell to his knees and started hunting for
the pen under the bed, determined not to look at the big globes at all.
It only took a minute to see that there wasn't any fancy pen down
there. Whenever Dad dropped it, it wasn't under his bed. He'd even brushed
against his Dad's hand a few times reaching so deep.
"Ugh," He grunted as he started shimmying his way back out from under the
bed. "I don't think it's down here, Dad." He heard the bedsprings shift
above him as his Dad removed his hand.
"You might be right about that, kiddo. Sorry for the goose chase."
"It's fine," Garrett mumbled as he sat up, "I don't mi..." He trailed off as
he stared right into his Dad's asshole. The shorts had slipped down the
inch they needed to expose the tight pucker. It was flexing and winking,
which was too much to take close-up. Garrett hurriedly stood, awkwardly hiding
his erection with his hands.
He blushed and tore his eyes away from his Father's winking hole to see if
he noticed. His Dad had both his hands on the bed now, and it looked like
he was pushing his ass out even further. He hadn't turned around yet.
Garrett looked back to his Dad's ass and squeaked. It was shiny now, right in
the center of his hole, and as Garrett watched, it winked once again and
actually started dripping. Whatever it was, it was slowly sliding down the
hairy taint
"Uhh...Dad! Dad!" He said hurriedly. Was his Dad shitting himself or
something?
Sonny just looked over his shoulder, smirking at his son again. "What is
it, Garrett?"
"Uh..." Garrett blushed even deeper. "Your butt it's...uhh, did you sit in
something? It's like..."
"Drooling? Yeah, it's been doing that lately. Not sure where it's coming
from exactly, but I drool buckets of the stuff!"
Garrett got light-headed as all the blood rushed to his already painfully hard
cock. They sure didn't cover this in Health Class!
"W-what is it?" He asked, not sure he wanted to know.
His Dad thought for a second, unconsciously moving his ass back and forth
as he considered the question.
"Not sure about that either, sport. It's slick, I can tell ya that, very
good lubricant!" Sonny said cheerfully.
"L-lube?!"
"Oh my yes, perfect for lube! Good thing too, considering where it comes
from. Hey, Champ, can I ask you a favor?"
"Uhhh..." Garrett wasn't quite sure what to say, because his brain was a
little broken at the moment.
Sonny took that to mean yes. "Well, you see, the easiest way I've found to
stop it from drooling out is to just get it all out! And the best way I've
found to do that is to finger it all out. Since you're already back there,
would you mind helping your old man out?" Sonny gave a fatherly smile as he
looked back at his son.
"Jesus Christ, Dad!" Garrett exclaimed. His Dad didn't seriously just ask him
to finger him, did he? Like it was totally normal to ask your son to stick
his fingers right up your hole. Your drooling hole, which Garrett was still
having trouble wrapping his head around.
"Watch your mouth, son, you know we don't take the Lord's name in vain in
this household." Sonny reprimanded, his winking hole drooling more and
more, the warm slime sluggishly creeping towards his hidden balls. "I'm
asking you to do me a favor, Garrett. To help your Father out with his
medical condition."
"Medical condition?!"
"Well, it sure as heck isn't a psychological condition making me leakier
than rusted tin pot! Don't worry, slugger, it's nothing serious, but I sure
could use some help." Sonny wiggled his ass towards Garrett, his hole now wet
enough to make sounds while it winked and flexed.
"Um, okay, Dad, I guess. Do I just...?" Garrett hesitantly brought a finger up
close to his Dad's ass, hovering right over the deep crack.
"Yup, slide a finger right in there! Then just in and out until all the
liquid is removed. Easy as pie."
Garrett closed his eyes as he put his finger into his Dad's warm crack, then
slide down until he got to the flexing pucker. He shivered; it was strange
enough feeling your Dad's asshole, but it was wet, and Garrett had a hard time
getting it through his head that it was just clear slime instead of
anything gross. He felt his Dad bore down, his anus dilating open a little
and depositing more slick slime right onto his finger. Well, the sooner he
got this done, the sooner he could forget about it.
He slowly inserted his finger before the hole could wink again, surprised
at how...nice it felt. It was very warm, obviously, and very wet, tight but
not too tight. He could feel muscles massaging his whole finger, and it
barely took three seconds for him to hit the base of his knuckles. Damn,
his Dad took him deep right off the back.
"Oh yeah, kiddo, that's the ticket," Sonny gave a low moan, the bass of it
crawling up Garrett's spine, "Now just in and out, yeah, just like that."
Garrett looked anywhere but his Dad's ass as he fingered the slick hole,
pulling out a little more slime each time he withdrew his finger to the
tip, hoping he wasn't just pushing it all back in. It was barely two
minutes before his Dad requested he add a second finger.
"It'll get it out faster. I know you don't want to be here all night, and
it'd really help me out."
So Garrett added a second finger, plunging his pointer and middle finger in
and out of the gooey hole as far as they could go. It made lewd sounds that
were filling his room, accompanied by Sonny's moans. On one of his deep
strokes, Garrett's fingers brushed by something firmer than the soft, oozing
walls of muscle he had gotten used to. It made his Dad jolt and his hole
spasm, making a loud squelch.
"Ohhh, yeah, right there, buddy. That'll help out Dad a ton, just hook your
fingers a little, and...yeessss, just like that!" Sonny moaned, coaching
his son on how to his his prostate. "Now add a third finger, but keep them
hooked, yes, GOOD!"
It was a good thing they were alone in the house, because Sonny's hole was
drooling so much slime that Garrett's fingers were making loud sounds now as
they fingerbanged his Dad. It was dripping down the man's plump ass and
thighs onto Garrett's bed, soaking both shorts and sheets.
Garrett grit his teeth. His arm was getting tired, and this was taking way
longer than he wanted it to. Determined to get it over and done with, Garrett
hitched one knee up onto the bed and braced himself with his free hand on
one of his Dad's big fuckmelons. The new angle brought some relief to his
muscles, so he really started pounding his fingers in and out of his
Dad. He had no choice but to look down at the hairy hole. The whole crack
was covered in slime, and the pucker looked like the definition of a hungry
hole, taking his three long teen fingers as smooth as butter.
"Oh man, oh sport, that's it! Come on, kiddo, really finger fuck me." Garrett
was shocked that his Dad was swearing, but he was three-fingers deep into
his asshole. "Give it to me! Oh fuck, right there, keep that SAME angle and
hammer my prostate, oh fuck, kiddo, son, fingerFUCK your Dad harder."
They were both sweating now, the room becoming hot and musky. How much of
this stuff was there?! It already looked like they'd dumped a huge water
bottle all over his bed, but there was still more dripping out and down. He
tensed his muscles and really started to target the nubby prostate.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES! Oh buddy you're almost there, I can feel it. You're
gonna...you're gonna make me....oh FUCK you're gonna make Daddy SQUIRT!"
Sonny roared.
Wait.
Squirt?!
Garrett didn't have any time to react before he felt a torrent of ass slop jet
out around his fingers, thick streams of clear slime full-on squirting out
of his Dad's spasming asshole and pelting Garrett's thighs, crotch, and
abdomen. His Dad was a twitching mess on the bed, ass cheeks jiggling as
round after round of his cuntjuice slimed up his son. It shot out so hard
he could feel the pressure of it against his teenage cock, on top of the
spreading warmth of the thick fluids. He was frozen, unable to stop the
flow.
After ten squirts of pure Dad-pussy slime, it slowed back down to a
molasses-like crawl down Sonny's already saturated thighs.
"Ohhhh, wow!" Sonny sighed as he sagged onto the bed, keeping his ass
up. "That felt amazing, sport. That anal orgasm really did the trick, I
think. Cleaned the pipes right out!"
Except it didn't, Garrett could see. As he withdrew his fingers, more slime
was leaking down hairy taint. If anything, it made it worse, the stretched
out hole still winking, and now gargling a little, as it oozed and drooled
all over his bed.
"Yer still leakin'." Garrett mumbled, voice hoarse from how aroused he felt.
Sonny perked back up. "What was that, kiddo? We really need to get you to
stop mumbling!"
"I said, you're still leaking, Dad."
"Oh," Sonny looked back, trying to peer over his big ass cheeks and spy the
situation on his hole. "I was afraid that might happen. Sometimes squirting
just makes it worse! There was one other way I read about, when this first
started happening, but I've never had the chance to try it out. All the
experts said a could way to slow down your fluid production is to get
someone else's fluids up there! Didn't want to mention it to you in case it
freaked you out."
"F-fluids? Like spit?" Garrett asked. He couldn't possibly mean cum, could he?
"Saliva? Sure, that was one they mentioned. Didn't think you'd offer that
right off the bat though! But it'd really help your ol Dad out if you did
that."
Garrett looked owlishly at his Dad. "Do what?"
"Eat your old man out. Pretend it's a hot pussy. Well, it is a hot pussy,
but you get the idea!" Sonny said happily as he leaned back down onto the
bed and pooching his ass out even further.
"Dad! That's disgusting. You're dripping stuff, and...it's your ASS!" Garrett
cried, though he still got down off the bed and onto his knees, getting eye
level with the dripping hole.
"Garrett Thomas Michaelson! Nothing about this is disgusting, don't be so
rude. I have a medical condition, and I need some help with it! Besides, it
doesn't taste half bad. Pretty sweet, actually."
"You've tasted it? Daaaad! That's-"
"Garrett!" Sonny interrupted sternly. "It's not disgusting, or gross, or
nasty. It's natural, and it might even be nutritious. Now, eat out your
Father's hairy snatch, unless you have a better idea?"
Garrett didn't have any better ideas. The only other fluids he could think of
were piss and cum. He didn't have to piss, and he didn't much feel like
fucking his Dad, even if he was harder than he'd ever been before.
"O-okay." Garrett grumbled. He got in really close, and sniffed to make sure
it wasn't gonna taste bad. It smelled just like the foreign musky scent
that's been around the house! Well, that certainly explained where it had
come from, and why his Dad had tried to say it was beer. The big guy was
probably embarrassed about it. He looked down at his hand, which was
absolutely drenched with it. Garrett tasted the ass-slime off his finger, eyes
scrunched in fear.
Hmm. Didn't taste half bad. A little sweet, yeah, but mostly thick and
musky. It went down smoothly, thankfully, not so thick enough that it
coated his mouth. Just left a pleasant aftertaste. Garrett looked at his Dad's
hole, which was making slurping noises as it yawned and closed. It was so
coated that he wouldn't be able to taste the actual hole at all.
He dove in before the could think about it anymore, shoving his face deep
between the jiggling cheeks and giving a big lick right over the winking
slit. He felt rather than heard his Dad groan loudly and press back against
his face. Garrett wasted no time in going slow like he did with his fingers,
and started licking and slurping and trying to force his tongue and as much
spit as possible into the pucker.
Sonny moaned and groaned as he bucked on his son's tongue. It couldn't get
nearly as deep as fingers, but the warm, slick muscle felt so good in it's
own way. Anytime Garrett tried to pull his tongue out so he could swallow the
mouthful of slime he'd picked up, Sonny would flex his hole and try to keep
the tongue in for as long as possible. His son was really trying to get the
job done, because he even started nibbling on the rim of the hole and
sucking slime out just to put more of his spit back in. A natural ass
eater!
"Oh Good Lord, yes Garrett, eat the hole. Eat me out, kiddo, eat out that
slimy snatch. Heck yeah, swallow down my ass goo and fill my hole with your
boy saliva, God, yes, WADE!" It was too much for his sensitive hole, and
Sonny climaxed again, this time splattering his kid's face. It was a
slightly smaller load, but still a lot of slime for a young teen to have
gush all over his face and down his chest, filling his mouth with the taste
and his nose with the scent.
Garrett didn't jump back this time, just moved his mouth so he wouldn't drown
yet. He just let it splatter all over him, cock jumping in his pants,
trying desperately not to cum. The battle was lost, however, as he opened
his eyes and looked right into his Dad's hole as it gave a lewd queef and
pushed out a combination of Dad's buttslime and his own spit, his Father
reaching back to feel it with too. Garrett groaned and sobbed as his big teen
erection squirted a huge load of cum right into his already soaked
underwear.
"You okay there, bud? That came on kinda fast! Didn't meant to surprise you
twice in a row." Sonny said as he started to finger his hole. Darn, it
still felt itchy and wet!
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Looks like that just made it worse too," Sonny withdrew the finger and
popped it into his mouth. "Just one last thing to try, but this one is
supposed to be a sure thing."
"Dad, you don't mean..."
"Sure do, champ! A nice load of sperm is the best way to block up whatever
is pumping all the juice out. I promise it'll cure it. For today."
"I..I just came though, Dad!" Garrett whined. Sonny rolled his eyes.
"You're a healthy thirteen year old boy, sport. Refractory periods don't
even exist for you yet. You've felt my anus with your fingers and tongue,
you don't think it'd feel even better on your penis? Don't think I have
noticed that you've got yourself a whopper there! Pull it out, at least,
let the poor thing breath."
Garrett blushed even deeper red and hauled his cock out. It was big for his
age, a little over 6 inches, decently thick. Boys at school always gawked
at it in the locker rooms. Now his Dad was gawking at it too, taking in the
long, thick shaft, huge for a boy his age.
"See? Little guy's still hard, though he's not that little! Most boys would
be all kinds of excited to have a tight hole to slip into. Just one last
favor, kiddo, mount your Dad!" Sonny cheered.
Garrett's cock was getting hard again as he started right into the winking,
yawning, gaping hole. Even though he'd just cum, it had done nothing to
release the tension in his body, so he was raring to go.
"You sure, Daddy?" Garrett asked, unsure and sounding a bit childish. This was
a big step for him, having his first fuck.
"Aww, of course buddy," Sonny reached back with both hands to spread his
cheeks and really pushed out his hole. "Daddy needs his boy right here." He
trailed one finger over the pooched hole. "Just a quick pound til you
deposit a load of sperm right up there. Good practice for your future
girlfriends, huh sport? Come on, mount up and breed me, kiddo." He
cooed. He was still tense too, weeks of having an unsatisfied, dripping
snatch finally breaking through his self-control.
Garrett jacked his cock as he got off the ground and approached the presented
ass, slathering the slime from his hand on his juice-covered cock. He
placed the head of his cock at his Dad's entrance, unsure of what to do
exactly.
"Just push in, buddy, nice and slow and first. Don't go fast til I tell you
to." Sonny said soothingly.
Garrett took a deep breath, then slowly started to push in. His eyes rolled
into the back of his head as the entire shaft sunk in to the wet, hot,
tight grip of his Father's assole. He went in smooth as silk, bottoming out
quickly and staying there as his Dad hissed and whimpered in pleasure,
adjusting more to the width than the depth.
"Holy moly, gosh darn, nice thick penis, son!" Sonny moaned. "Get some slow
intercourse in for a few strokes, then feel free to let go!"
Garrett grimaced as he withdrew his cock just as slowly as he sunk it in. Now
that the fucking instinct was awakening in his brain, he didn't want to
leave the warm feeling, ever. He stroked fully in then fully out for a few
minutes, watching his Dad slowly writhe on the bed as he got used to the
stretch.
Finally, Sonny gave the signal to go let loose, and Garrett really let
loose. His inexperienced hips started slamming into his Dad's thick thighs
and juicy ass, balls slapping against balls, wet fucking noises drowning
out Sonny's breathy moans.
"Oh Dad, you feel so good, Jesus, uh, I mean, shit, sorry!" Garrett said,
worried about swearing in front his Dad as he really started to rail him.
"Just shut the fuck up kiddo, and fuck your old man harder. God I needed
this." Sonny grunted.
The fuckslop was splattering all over both of them with the force of Garrett's
youthful thrusts. His hands squeezed and held onto his Dad's wide hips for
dear life, amazing that his waist and hips were smaller than his Dad's ass,
so it looked ridiculous as he stared down while his cock disappeared until
his Father's hungry pussy. Over and over, Garrett fucked his Dad as quickly
and with as much force as possible, young muscles too oversexed to worry
about fatigue.
Sonny got up in his elbows and bucked back, meeting his son's every
thrust. He looked back, eyes wild with lust, mirroring the frenzied look on
his boy.
"Spank me, Garrett!" Sonny growled.
"What?!" Garrett was flabbergasted.
"I said, spank me! I haven't been doing so many damn squats so they could
just be oogled. Remember all the times I tanned your hide as a kid? Now's
your chance for some payback on your old men! Spank my big ass and fuck my
goddamn cunt and shoot your motherfucking cumload. NOW!"
Garrett flinched at the harsh command, but obeyed. He held on with one hand
while he raised the other up, then brought it down and smacked a big cheek.
"Harder." His Dad grunted.
He tried again, smacking Sonny's ass harder. The thick melon jiggled and
turned pink.
"Harder, fucker! Spank your Father! Fuck and spank me HARDER!"
Garrett whined as his muscles went into overdrive. He spanked his Dad as hard
as he could and piledrived his hips. His Dad was moaning super loudly now,
practically vibrating the house with his booming bass. Garrett's hand was
starting to sting, but he didn't dare stop the barrage of spanks.
"I'm getting close, Dad." Garrett panted.
"Aw, fuck yeah!" That really excited Sonny. "Fuck my cunt, Garrett, fuck me
and breed my cunt. Help your Dad out and breed him, shoot your jizz as far
up him as possible, flood his guts with his boy's fuckin cum!"
Sonny collapsed onto the bed and devolved into a stream of 'fuck, cunt,
breed's, only pausing to yell when he had his third climax of the day. Garrett
started moaning loudly too as slime gushed around his cock and into his
bush and all over his balls. He was too far gone to take his cock out, so
he just fucked through the stream. The spasming walls of Dadcunt milked his
cock, sucking the cum right out his balls as he yelled right along with his
Dad and buried himself to the hilt, hosing down the oozing snatch with
millions of Sonny's little grandchildren.
Garrett collapsed onto his Dad's wide back, totally exhausted. He felt his
cock throb and squeeze out the last of his cum before starting to turn
soft, though his Dad's tight ass prevented it from slipping out. He could
feel himself move up and down as his Dad took deep breaths to calm down
from his frenzy. The older man gently turned to the side so he could
deposit his son onto his bed.
They layed like that, Garrett playing big spoon to his Dad, until they'd both
calmed down. Then Sonny groaned as he got off of the bed and pulled his
sopping underwear up, middle-aged joints creaking.
"That sure felt good, kiddo. I bet that'll keep me dry for a couple a'
days, at least!" He said cheerfully, as if he didn't just give his only
child the fuck of his young lifetime and take his virginity at the same
time. "Dinner's in two hours, just like usual. Don't take too long of a
nap, sport, you still have homework to do." Sonny laughed as he exited,
slapping his own ass once just to feel it jiggle.
Garrett groaned as he listened to his Dad walk away, hearing the big melons
slide together in the cummy mess and his Dad let loose a wet, slimy fart,
which caused his spent cock to twitch. It'd take more than a couple of days
to recover from what just happened.
Later, after dinner was eaten and cleaned up and Sonny had convinced Garrett
to give the Wii Fitt another go, Garrett's eyes widened in horror as his Dad
bent over at the waist and held the Yoga pose. Right in the middle of the
tight underwear, a little dot of moisture started to blossom, a musky scent
wafting up to his nose. Not already! He didn't want to bring it to his
Dad's attention, but they'd just cleaned up all the stains on the couch two
days ago and he knew his Dad wouldn't want to sit on them again.
"Umm, Dad? You're leaking again..." Garrett mumbled. Sonny stood up, and
looked at his son. He reached a big hand down the seat of his underwear to
feel his hole. Yup, wet.
Garrett's eyes widened even more as his Dad's eyes grew hungry, and the arm
going behind him started moving back and forth. He whined as his Dad slowly
walked over and straddled his coltish legs, pulling his underwear down and
grinding onto Garrett's growing erection.
"Daaaaaad."
"Shush, kiddo, just help your old man out one more time."
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