I guided his head up and down my nine and half-inch shaft, holding him by the sides of his head, more gently than before but with a firm grasp lest he forget who was in charge.

In no time at all he’d adapted the slower rhythm as his own; breathing through his nose, concentrating on the shaft, mushroom shaped head and pee-hole.

With his newfound technique he used his lips and tongue so that he could savor the taste of cock, like it was a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day.

A few dark curly locks of his hair were falling into his face so I reached down and gently brushed them to the side. His eyes were closed so all I could see were his thick dark lashes as he concentrated on satisfying his new daddy.

Brad’s lush pink lips, moistened with saliva and my pre-cum, devoured my chocolate brown member.

My whole body tingled as my dick filled out, engorged with anticipation, completely ‘awake’ now, alive and ready to plunder the depths of this boys’ pucker but not just yet…he had more work to do first.

I scrunched down into the seat as best I could so that the boy had easier access to my nether regions but it wasn’t easy with my six foot two, two hundred and twenty pound frame even with the ample room in the backseat of my Ford.

I lifted my heavy thighs and spread my legs out in a “V” resting my left foot on the back of the passenger seat and my right on the backseat headrest.

With my groin and asshole better exposed I said, “That’s good boy, now get to work on licking daddy’s balls.”

I could hear his muffled “Yes daddy” and see him reposition himself as he acquiesced to my command, but better still, I could soon feel his tongue on my scrotum, the warm saliva dripping down my ‘taint’ and then his mouth gently taking first one then my other ball into his mouth.

He licked and nuzzled with enthusiasm, needing no direction or correction from me other than a soft slap when he tugged too hard with my balls in his mouth.

Brad said, “Sorry Sir,” after releasing my balls from his mouth.

Then I could feel his tongue on my cock, then nibbling my balls but he didn’t stop there, continuing its journey downward till it was over my hairy bunghole.

Without being prompted the boy started licking, kissing and nibbling my man-pucker; exploring with his mouth and tongue as if he were making out with a new lover.

I threw my head back, closed my eyes and played with my chest, luxuriating in the sensation of pinching and rolling my hardened nipples between my fingers, sending little shock waves downward while Brad continued to rim my hole with gusto, burgeoned on by my deep guttural moans of encouragement.