It was his favorite tradition, a chance to escape the monotony of his office job and indulge in the sticky sweetness of cotton candy and the thrill of the carousel. Gay porn I turned to the second hole, seeing the tip of another cock poking through. He took a deep breath and paused for a moment, his eyes searching mine for any signs of judgment.”Don’t treat me like a kid anymore. Give blowjobs?” I sputtered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.My dad put his arm around me in a loving headlock. We all laughed, the tension in the booth dissipating.”I can’t wait to do this again tomorrow,” I said, smiling up at Dad as we stepped out of the booth into the cool evening air.”No son, I want you to go enjoy the fair tomorrow. He was enjoying the moment, the thrill of the job was written all over his face.I was fully engrossed in my newfound role now. The customer chuckled, his voice deep and gruff. We spent hours in the cramped space, sharing awkward glances and sometimes laughs when a particularly loud or enthusiastic customer came through.One evening, after a particularly long day, Grandpa popped his head in as the booth suddenly lit up with a flask.
