It pulsed and throbbed until that white stuff came out. Part of it was to test the waters to see if anything might happen, and part of it real. Anal sex He rolled me onto my back and parted my thighs so that his ten year old son could see his father sucking on his young little cock, just as I had on his. He seemed to find that amusing, but all the same he wiped his cock clean with the towel so I wouldn’t have to taste it. Precum stuck to my palm and wrist so I let go and wiped some of it on his chest. I remember it glistening in the dim light of the sun between blinds. 

“Daddy,” I moaned, or gasped, breathed, or whatever. Surely he could see it outlined by his shirt and his hand slide up my flesh to meet it. I did this quite a bit, actually. “I mean this.” There really wasn’t anything I could have responded with to that. The clear line of precum sticking to my palm, I found it a little funny. He knew, but I think he
