Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year-old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. This time, it is Ricky Baxter who has gotten himself balls deep into a mystery! When the little scamp next door goes on a road trip on his dad’s big rig, it doesn’t take long for danger to strike. Now, Ricky must face an underworld ring without the aid of his best friend’s wits. Can he manage by himself? And is trouble lurking far closer than he could ever have imagined?
Kidnapped Son Gets Cucked is a 19,000-word short story.
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Excerpt
Todd waited and watched, hands gripping the wheel of the mighty semi truck. His son began to move down the length of his muscled body. Ricky explored every single square inch that his fingers could touch.
At last, his hands curled around Todd’s mule dick. “You’re so big, Daddy,” his son whispered with awe in his voice.
Todd chuckled, the sound laced with glowing pride. “That’s what some might call a two-hander,” he explained. “Now you know why, don’cha?”
“Yes sir,” Ricky answered at once, already jerking his father’s huge man-meat up and down, spreading the sticky fluid that was already coating it. “Why is it so wet, though?”
“Just pre-cum,” Todd lied, holding on to the steering wheel tighter. “It’s supposed to be that way. Just keep strokin’ it.”
Ricky’s hot breath rolled over the thick helmet of Todd’s manhood. Todd could sense it a second before it happened. Ricky touched the tip of his tongue to his Daddy’s piss slit. Todd’s cock reacted without thought. A wave of pre-jizz came oozing out, washing all over Ricky’s tongue and chin.
“Oh, Daddy!” Ricky exclaimed, moaning in excitement.
“That’s Daddy’s special sauce.” Todd risked taking one hand off the wheel, using it to push Ricky’s head in closer to his crotch. “Lick it up, boy. It’s good for sluts like you.”
His son slurped at the cock before him like it was his last meal. Ricky ran his tongue up and down the underside of Todd’s shaft. In moments, Todd was moaning and groaning up a storm. His chest heaved with each exhale. The inside of the cabin felt like a sauna, so much so that Todd was forced to crack a window.
“Goddamn, son!” Todd gasped at one point. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”