My breath quickens as Dad returns to the truck, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Alright, Bud. The front desk guy bit on the bait," he whispers excitedly.
"But here's the twist – he wants to film us."
“Film us??” I ask inquisitively shocked.
My cheeks flush crimson as Dad explains the deal: we'll give the clerk access to our dirty exploits in exchange for a free night.
“He’ll come in, film what I do it you every night and some other weirdo watches in some other hotel. But this time he’ll have his phone out filming it. You’ll be a good boy won’t you. Whaddya say?”
I squirm nervously, torn between shame and arousal.
“Yes, sir. Let’s go get ready.”
Back in the motel room, Dad binds my eyes with a bandanna, rendering me blind,helpless and vulnerable.
“He doesn’t want you to see his face.” Dad says. “Don’t worry. Do what I say. Be a good boy.”
As I lie there, anticipating the unknown, I hear the faint click of the door, signaling the arrival of our observer.
My heart pounds with anticipation, my cock twitching with anticipation.
“Took ya long enough. I’m ready to fuck. Go on, get your phone out. I got a full sack where do wanna see me dump it?”
Dad asks the stranger.
“In his mouth.” He answers.
Then, suddenly, Dad pounces, grabbing me, sliding my undies down and flipping me over, exposing my ass in full view of the watching clerk.
“Hold still boy, time to give me some more of that pussy.”
#GayCest
Under the cover of darkness, I quietly masturbate, lost in a world of forbidden fantasy.
Suddenly, the hotel room floods with light, illuminating my solitary indulgence.
Dad's voice echoes through the sudden brightness, questioning my midnight activity.
"What'cha doin', boy? Jerkin’ your gerkin?"
I feign innocence, hoping to avoid detection.
"Nothing, Dad."
Dad pulls off the covers, exposing my naked form to the glare of the hotel lights.
“Doesn’t look like nothin’! Looks like someone’s enjoying himself right in the same room as his Dad! Someone’s a little pervert.”
My boxer-briefs around my ankle shift uncomfortably as I attempt to hide my growing erection beneath my palms.
Dad commands me to reveal my true state, ordering me to place my hands beside me.
“Put your hands back. Show your meat boner off! Let me see how big my boys grown.”
I reluctantly comply, exposing my throbbing member to the light.
“Well, well? Fuck. Looks my son is hungry for some good relief.”
Dad licks his lips and clenches his bulge.
“Keep your hands back while Dad helps you out?”
Then, in a shocking display of hypocrisy, Dad - the paragon of virtue and morality - climbs onto the bed, one knee at a time, crawls over and consumes my saliva slick meat whole.
“Mother fucker…Fuck. It feels so good!”
My eyes cross and I moan as Dad deeps throat me in one gulp.
“Fuckin’ A…Keep going Dad, it feels nasty good.”
As Dad continues to suckle my cock, I lose myself in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth.
I moan softly, the pressure building within me as he slurps my meat like a wet noodle until I'm nothing more than a quivering mass of ecstasy.
Breaking free from Dad's grasp, Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues twirling together as we share my pre-juices.
I go down and taste him. Getting him hard for the event Dad is anticipating.
Finally, I submit to Dad's advances, spreading my legs and presenting my ass for his enjoyment.
Dad seizes the opportunity, plunging his cock into my tight hole.
“So fucking tight! Much tighter than your mother’s loose puss..” he gasps as he plunges in.
I moan with delight as Dad’s meat drains into me, coating my insides with his warm seed.
From that moment on, Dad and I eagerly anticipate each away game, knowing we'll have another chance to indulge our new forbidden passion.
#GayCest
Giving your bro penis as a way to express gratitude for the bond and support in life would improve so many bros lives. Putting your arms around him with your penis buried in his bro hole, connected as bros. Penis is a resource to improve so much in life.