As Dan slaps his feet across the wooden dock, he notices his son in the kitchen grabbing a beer. Licking his lips, he feels that he too is in need of one.
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Each powerful stride is agony for you. The muscles, yet flabby man glutes grind and release you with each step. The combination of sweat and lake water cause your tiny body to slide downwards and plop into the soft hammock of the red speedo. You lay prone in disgust as you watch the underside of the hairy cheeks grinding powerfully together above. To your horror, in the filtered red light, your eyes catch fleeting glimpses of a dark, deep orifice as his anus puckers way above you.
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Dan strides into the kitchen proudly “oh boy, the water is so fresh! I’m beginning to think I’m almost clean!” He says as he sniffs his hairy armpit “check that, still stinking like a man haha!” He chuckles as he points to the fridge “grab your old man a beer, hey son.” He instructs as he grips the barstool at the kitchen bench and slowly lowers his body down. Unaware of the tonnes of filthy hairy ass that he is unkowningly loading onto the tiny passenger in his speedo.
With a satisfied gulp he looks out the window to the lake “a lot of good memories here hey son” he says nostalgically. After another gulp he feels the beer moving through him.
“Say remember that game we used to play with me and your uncle when you were little?” He says as he lifts a huge bicep up and settles his elbow on the counter. His fingers curled into his palm except for his index finger.
Seth looks at the finger and shakes his head “oh no dad, that’s gross. We hated that game of pull-my-finger!” He protests.
Dan shakes his head “no no no , you boys loved it, cmon let’s do it. I got a good one brewing.!” He says with a wink.
“You boys loved the really wet ones. You use to call them ‘duckies’ because they sounded like my ass was quacking!” He laughs
He wigggles his finger to his son playfully as Seth contemplates it. In a light, sing song voice he coos “cmon sethy, you wanna hear a Ducky? For old times sake?”
Seth slowly slides up to the bench. His hand tentatively reaching out and grasping the awaiting finger. With a deep exhale he sighs “for old sake..” as he pulls the finger..
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