On the Road

Peter was absolutely flustered. Only five minutes into the drive, and he was pitching a circus tent. He said nothing while his dad got them going, making the turns for the freeway.

They actually went for a long while before Peter decided they needed music. He turned it on and was immediately flung into a tailspin.

"I'm a sexy girl, match my freak, spank my ass. Watch it jiggle and wiggle, boy. But treat me right....."

Walter started grinning at the song and glanced at Peter. Peter, for his part, hit pause and fell back in his seat. "Am I making you hot, boy?" Walter giggled in his low voice. "You sure you're not stiff over there? I mean, look at these." He jiggled his ample chest and used a hand to squeeze one. "I would be wanting to...." Peter cut him off, "Dad, don't make this ride unbearable."

Walter shrugged and refocused on the road. "Glad you're not a creep because this can't be touched." Peter grunted his agreement and then started looking outside. Dad or not, he was rocking a body that was sexy as hell. Peter knew he was in trouble.

About an hour into the trip, Walter suddenly looked over at him.