Hands in his pants

Outside, Dad got busy shoveling the burgers onto a communal plate. His erection still caused a sight (to you only, it seems), but had stopped straining in his shorts. From the screen door you cautiously slip the ring back onto your penis.

Spring.

With a thought, it vanishes. Onto your Dad as stand-in to his own pecker. You can not only feel the tension against the fabric, you can see with your own eyes his pants beginning to tent, again. Had you not known your cock were under his shorts, it looked as if Dad was aching for release, and he played the part, too.

He looks down, grumbling to himself about a sparsity of ketchup. He reacts almost to be subtle about it, he looks up surveying the scene while grabbing the front of his shorts, grinding your cock through the pants against his palm. You shutter, spurred by the stimulation to shuffle across the backyard grass to an unmarked bench with a full view.

A one-track mind, you wanted to throw a fleshlight or something across the yard to see if your dad would chase it like a dog toy. Anything to further your climax. Your Dad reached into his pants, now actively gripping your cock affixed his groin. It seemed likely he was also gripping his own cock in the process, squinting and groaning all the same to the casual groping. But he also had another job to do...

With one hand free, two cocks in the other, he starts handing out the burgers! Any self-respecting grill artist might call those in the general vicinity to serve themselves during an impromptu outing, especially when dealing with such needs as to jerk yourself off around family, but Dad took it like a trooper. He kicked off his pants and started carrying the paper plate around like a waiter, stroking full-mast in front of your Mom, Sister, Brother. He would lower the plate and let them pick their favorite grilled meat patty and continue to wank off at eye-level to it. Dad was committed, and he was committed taking that final patty to yours truly. He smiles, with a moan under his breath.

"Here you go, John!"

You cum. It's possible he came, too. He hands you the plate mid-climax, almost dropping it on your featureless lap. The sauce is a little light to tell if it hit your burger, but, hey- it's homemade.

"Gee, thanks Dad."

He provides a thumbs-up before returning to the outdoor table, retrieving his pants along the way. You remove the cockring and take a bite of your burger. Not bad...