A late night out at the bar had left you seeing stars, so much so that you had to call your dad to pick you up. No one else as reliable as him, nor so willing to go out so late just for one boy. But you were his son, so of course he'd go out of his way for you. You shambled out of the bar, half-conscious, and crawled into the passenger seat.
Your father had an intense look in his eyes from the moment you sat down. You could tell he was frustrated, but not quite from what. Had you pushed too much lately? Was he finally going to snap on you? Or were you just going to get another lecture, a gentle talking-to that you wouldn't even remember after the awful hangover you knew was impending like a doomsday clock?
He took a sudden turn down a street, one you knew deep down didn't lead home but were too drunk to care. He pulled into a parking lot, hopped out of the front seat, and dragged you out of the passenger's seat. His breath was hot on your neck while he pinned you up against the side of the car, your belt coming undone in seconds and your pants dropping to the floor after. The cold wintry air hit your lower half in a rush, making you twitch between your legs like a bitch in heat. Your dad seemed happy about that.
"About time you paid me back, son." He stated plainly, and you thought about every time he picked you up, paid your tab, helped you back to your feet. Maybe you did owe this to him, for him to take you. Your legs spread a bit absentmindedly, your hole leaking gently as your dick twitched in the wind, before his grisled, calloused hands finally pushed into your boycunt. You let out a soft growl, like a puppy getting reprimanded, but that growl broke into a helpless moan, and as his fingers pummeled your insides, you could feel he was having fun with you, toying with you. That frustrated look shifted to pure, unadulterated lust. His pants hit the ground next, his belt clanking down next to yours, and soon enough his cock was rutting against your insides, violating your hole.
"Naughty thing, being this drenched. I thought I raised a good, strong son, not a fucking manwhore." He slaps your ass and you're too blissed-out not to moan loud enough that anyone in a mile radius could hear. He likes that, and starts groping and squeezing while his tip kisses against your cervix over and over, pounding your tight boyhole and stretching it out. Fuck, you'd have considered this sooner if you knew how big he was. How perfectly he fits in you. How-
He cums inside suddenly and sharply, with no warning, plastering your insides white with his cum. You roar, your legs giving out and plunging his dick even deeper than you thought possible into your white-stained boyhole. You shudder helplessly as he, with a satisfied grin, lifts you off of his dick and back into the passenger seat.
"Thanks for that, son. Just know, you'll be paying every ride from now on, so you better be ready."
You were going to need a lot more rides in the future.
