The car windows fogged from the heat coming off our naked writhing bodies.

I could feel the car rocking from our fucking and wondered what it must look like from the outside.

If a cop or passerby had come up to the car at that moment there’s no way either of us could have stopped.

Brad’s boipussy was completely open to me now. I plunged into his velvety warmth unobstructed and free from any resistance.

I was fucking him and he was fucking me back, matching me stroke for stroke by lifting his agile young body and pushing himself onto my dik.

It felt so good that l knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Is this what you want boy?” I said, locking eyes with him as I dug even deeper.

“Yes Daddy”, came his reply.

“Oh daddy, it’s so big.”

“Its getting good son, I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Cum in my mouth daddy, I want to taste you.”

There wasn’t anyway I could logistically pull out and reposition myself in the cramped confines of car’s backseat in time to honor his request so I said nothing and just kept pumping away, choosing instead to just let go…and let it flow.

I knew that he was getting close as well because I could feel his hole go into spasms, clamping down on my penis and sure enough he said, “I’m cumming!”

I looked down to see his hand stop it’s feverish motion and his body went completely still as his dik erupted and the cum started to shoot out of his pee-hole.

It looked like he’d never stop cumming and it went everywhere.

His sperm shot up onto the car door behind his head, also landing on his face, neck and chest. When he finally stopped there was jizz on his chin and chest, too; the excess semen running off the sides of his torso and collecting in his belly button.

My own orgasm was equally as strong.

It felt like I was releasing as much cum inside him as he shot out; the sensation was a mix of exultation, ecstasy and while I was inside him I felt a (fleeting) connection to the boy.

With our orgasms complete his interior muscles instinctively started to push my cock out and I backed up from my position between his legs for the final withdrawal so that my still half-hard dik dangled in front of me, glistening as it dripped cum and lube onto the floor mat.

In the after-glow of the street light we both hurriedly cleaned ourselves with the towelettes form the seatback pocket and rushed back into our clothes, not out of a sudden shyness or regret but without the heat of our lust we were both suddenly very aware of the drop in temperature inside the car.

“Thanks Daddy”, he said as he zipped up his hoodie and prepared to open the car door to leave.

“The pleasure was all mine son”, I said, “next time I’ll make sure to cum in your mouth so you can taste Daddy…promise”.

He smiled and opened the door, letting in the fresh but cold evening air and was gone.

Who knows if I’ll see him again or get to make good on my promise but it doesn’t matter, it’s all about being in the moment and we definitely had some quality “Father/son time” together so what more could one ask for.