The boy was eager to comply, burying his face in my crotch, taking my flaccid cock into his mouth to suckle.

Whether Brad was overeager, trying to impress or just horny as hell I don’t know but he was devouring my cock like it was his last meal.

“Slow down!” I commanded, pulling away from his mouth that started to feel like a Dyson vacuum, “there’s enough meat to eat, no need to try to suck it up in one mouthful.”

“No one is coming to take it away from you son, take your time and enjoy every inch.”

He seemed in a sex-fog already, trying to continue his rapid fire sucking, oblivious of my words, his tongue darting and lips grabbing.

“Do you hear me boy!”

I grabbed him by hair, pulled him off my dick and yanked his head back so that he had to look up at me.

I half shouted to get his attention but not loud enough to wake up anyone sleeping just beyond the confines of my car.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” came his cowered reply.

“Good boy, now try again.”

I released my grip on his hair and with the same hand gently patted the left side of his face as I smiled down at him. By now our eyes had adjusted to the light so he could see that I was not truly angry and I could see him smiling back at me with his face resting in my crotch, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips turning up at the ends, barely visible through my pubic bush.

With my other hand I lifted my thickened dick, heavy and erect despite the fast paced, fevered blowjob and guided it back between his young, lush wet lips.

I had to remember that the young were ‘sexy’ but needed to learn ‘sensuality’ and Daddy was here to teach.