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Subject: Shipwrecked With Dad 6 We ambled along the foamy shore in search of a private spot for me to jerk off in, the water occasionally splashing our feet. I loved it when Dad held my hand. The safe feeling of my small size in his large one, fingers intertwined, made me feel like he was my heroic boyfriend. Except he was more than just a boyfriend, as well as more than a father. He was my best friend, savior, and everything else rolled into one. I didn’t feel the need to make new friends, even though I wouldn’t turn down the opportunity if it happened. But Dad was enough. Dad was love. “Dad?” “What is it, Kev?” “Am I too clingy for you?” Why the question? It was random, and I’d never really been insecure around my own dad. Why now? “Oh, my silly little guy. Yes, but I love it. I love that you always wanted to sleep with istanbul travesti me and still do. It keeps me company at night, and I get to protect you at all times. Be needy all you want because I wouldn’t have it any other way.” My heart lifted enough to make me blush. I’d experienced my first everything with him, including my first crush and sexual awakening. I looked at the ocean to my left and smiled. What would it be like to swim to another island? I bet I’d be tired and then stranded in the middle of the ocean, sharks on the verge of attacking me or even a whale on the verge of knocking me out of the way. Even a little rowboat could be risky to maneuver across the water. And the waves during storms? “Aha!” Dad said, his face beaming while pointing to his right. After the woods to my right, there’d been a very tall wall kadıköy travesti of rocks in shades of gray for the past few minutes of walking. An inverted V appeared some feet inward to where we wouldn’t be seen from either side, like a hiding corner in the shade. “Let’s go!” Dad gripped my hand just a tad tighter to sprint across the hot sand. When we reached inside the shady spot, he grinned. “My horny little guy. Go ahead and take your clothes off. We should be safe here.” I nodded and took my clothes off, dropping them on the sand. I played with my little dick, frowning. He lowered his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” “Dad, I realized something. We really are stuck here. There’s literally no way to get help when there’s no one around or even a boat or raft to sail away from the island. I don’t want to think about anything bad bakırköy travesti right now, but it’s hard sometimes. I want to spend every single moment with you. It makes me feel sad whenever you think I’m not ready to make love. I am ready. I want to be with you so bad. What if we die and it never happens?” I started crying. “Oh, son…” He inhaled and let out a deep breath, his eyes misty now. “I didn’t even think about that. I never want to underestimate your desires and wishes. I never want to make you feel like a kid when you’re still growing up every single day into a beautiful young man.” After a little moment of gazing into my eyes, he took off his T-shirt and shorts, surprising me. His big dick wobbled stiffly like a pink piece of meat, and the mushroom-like head started leaking. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to join me now? I didn’t want to think about sad stuff. I wasn’t just horny, but I was attached to the one who’d given me life. I never wanted to let him go. If we died here, then…well…we’d die together. Dad was ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!

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