Page 58 of Lost Boy

Byron kissed his shoulder then his palm cupped Mitch’s covered cock. Mitch stopped pressing buttons.

“Nope boy,” Byron said. “Daddy told you to play.”

Mitch sighed. One of Byron’s favorite games was forcing Mitch to play while his Daddy did his best to distract him.

Byron nibbled on his neck while slipping his hand inside Mitch’s pull up. Mitch couldn’t help but wiggle giving Byron room to reach inside.

Mitch played with more of the buttons at one point even making the hummer pop up on its back tires. It was just hard to remember what buttons did what when Byron’s hand wrapped around his cock.

He also knew that Byron would make him sit around in his come soaked pull-up until Byron decided to clean him up if he came without permission.

His Daddy was so deliciously wicked.

When Byron didn’t do anything more than hold him Mitch knew it was because he wasn’t playing. He leaned his head against Byron’s chest and smacked his lips. Byron had taken off Mitch’s shirt earlier, so he had Mitch’s paci. It was easier to concentrate when his mouth was busy.

Byron reached over to the side table and picked up his Transformer pacifier before sliding the nipple into his mouth. Mitch latched onto the nipped and sucked.

He wiggled his hips before getting back to his playtime. He moved the hummer toward the coffee table wondering if it would fit underneath.

Nope! He giggled as the vehicle hit the end and bounced.

Byron stroked his shaft. Yay!

Mitch backed the hummer up and circled it around the table to the couch. Didn’t fit under there either. Damn it, sucking harder on his paci he reversed and pushed the forward button again.

Byron grabbed Mitch’s left knee and lifted it. His foot was flat on the chair. The widening of his legs had the plastic of his pull-up brushing against his hole. He moaned around his paci.

“Feel good boy?” He stroked Mitch faster.

“Mm-hmm,” Mitch hummed.

He sent the hummer forward and did another wheelie. He giggled. This thing was so cool.

Now Daddy had two hands in his pull-up.

Byron’s right hand pumping his shaft and his left rubbing against his hole. With slick fingers. God bless that fucking magic bottle of lube that always seemed present whenever Byron wanted in his ass. Mitch still had no idea how Byron always had the lube with him. Where’d he even put it?

It didn’t matter though. Not when Byron’s slick finger breached his hole.

Mitch groaned.

Byron stopped all movement.

Damn it! Mitch shifted his butt rubbing against Byron’s erection.

His Daddy stiffened.

Interesting. Mitch started to race his hummer around the coffee table. He went faster and faster putting his whole body into it. With every turn, he would tilt his body in that direction.

Byron’s breathing picked up and he moved his own hands quicker.

Mitch giggled getting a little dizzy watching his car as Byron humped up against him.

He even started to bounce a little.

Byron groaned. He added a second finger inside Mitch’s hole thrusting deep.

Fuck, Mitch was so turned on. He wiggled, bounced, rocked back.

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