#bucks posts

(1) Have dad bend you over the tailgate of his truck and tug your jeans down so that your cunt is exposed, then call you a faggot while he fucks you so hard you see stars??

Or

(2) Tie dad up and ride his dick while he tells you what a good boy you are?

Oh definitely number 1. Doggy and getting bent over are my favorite positions of all time

I'm just imagining helping dad with his truck. Maybe it's just holding the flashlight or maybe he's letting me get my hands dirty with an oil change. The summer heat is radiating through the garage so dad decides it's time to take a break.

We sit down on the truckbed with some sodas, trying to cool off. We chat a bit as I kick my legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Hey, kid. How 'bout you get me a beer?" dad asks.

I nod, sliding off the truck and opening the cooler. I bend over to rummage through the ice for a cold one. I pick up a bottle and hand it over to dad.

Dad opens it with his keys and takes a swig.

"You want a sip?" He looks me up and down as I lift myself back up into the truckbed. I shake my head no. "You sure, kid?"

I mull it over as dad takes another pull. "Mm... I guess a sip won't hurt."

I reach for the bottle but dad grabs my jaw with his free hand and spits warm beer into my mouth.

I cough and sputter, wriggling away to wipe my chin.

"What the hell is your problem?" I hop down, knocking my soda can down in the process.

"What?" He smirks, setting the bottle down to follow me. "You had no problem with swapping spit a few seconds ago."

"That's different and you know it!" I head for the door but dad grabs me, bends me over the bed of the truck with a hand on the side of my head. "What the–"

"Sorry, kiddo, you just look so cute when you're mad at me. 'Sides, I know you like this kinda shit. I've seen that little stash in your room. Box under the bed?"

My face burns with embarrassment. Of course he went through my room; he says I'll always be his little boy.

"Yeah I know aaall about that." He slides his other hand down my side, hooking his fingers into my jeans and shoving them down. "I know all about your little crush on me too. Thought you could keep it from me, huh?" He leans in, pressing his chest to my back. "I'm your dad, sweetheart; you can't keep shit from me."

Dad shifts back, unzipping his fly.

"I'll tell you what, son." He spits on his cock before he notches it at my hole. "If you're gonna be a faggot you're gonna get fucked like one."

He eases in slow at first, making sure to take his time to stretch me out. He removes his hand from my head to hitch my hips up further so my feet can't reach the floor.

"There we go... nice and easy. I got you." He pats my ass like I'm cattle. "You okay?"

"I guess so..."

"Hm? Ya guess so?" Dad gives a slow thrust in and out. "How about now?"

My eyelids flutter and I nod. "Yeah, yeah. Shit– I'm fine." I moan as dad continues moving steadily. "M-more than fine."

He laughs, pressing himself in deep. "Knew you liked it. Just needed a little kick in the ass." He savors my whines before picking up the pace. He goes harder and harder until I'm moaning loud enough that the neighbors must be able to hear.

Dad pulls my ass flush with his hips, sliding his hand to my front to jerk my little dick between his fingers. It's not long before I'm cumming on dad's cock.

He's not far behind, grunting and pressing himself over my back as warmth floods my belly.

"Mmh... You're crushing me," I complain.

"Just a few minutes. Let dad cuddle with his boy."