Part of it, I’m sure, was that I was just a little lonely for someone my own age. As I said I hadn’t met anyone since we had moved here. But part ...f it was also that for some reason he generated a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought about him. I decided on making a one dish supper and quickly put it together and shoved the glass baking dish into the oven. I set the timer so that it would be ready at five thirty and then took my bike and headed back to the county park. I. Do you like feeling it twitch?” I shook my head. She ignored my response.“Please, don’t” was all I could manage. She smiled and moaned, “That’s right, beg.” I could feel her breathing increase as she pressed against me. She started to grind into me, pressing her against my hip bone, thrusting against it. The more I begged, the more desperate I grew, the hotter she got, squirming and humping against me. The feather started doing its work, barely brushing against me, barely touching, sending. I told her I had no money on me,so declined the offer.She told me I could have a 15 minute freebie,,as the owner of the gym,owned the massage parlour too. I knew Paul,the gym owner was always bragging about how much action he got downstairs,so it made sense.I thought he meant cock though,as he was very camp.But each to there own.And he was very muscular,a benefit of owning your own gym,and maybe steroids.So I accepted,but told her I only wanted a massage.I almost regretted it when she came out. I pump my hips back to meet Dad’s thrusts, as Dad instructs.“Good, boy,” Dad says. “Now, faster. Ride my cock faster, boy.”I ride Dad’s cock faster, my breaths are short and rapid. Dad’s cock fills me completely.I moan louder, as my ass crashes down on Dad’s thick cock. I can feel Dad’s balls, held tight by a cock ring, slap my own as I ride Dad’s cock.My cock is so hard that it aches; it feels like it is going to explode, not with cum, but just explode like a bomb.Dad grasps my hips and pulls.