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Subject: My Loving Father (M/m-teen, inc, bi)
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My Loving Father (M/m-teen, inc, bi)
I grew up in a loving family. We weren't rich, just comfortable. We
didn't have enough for me to go to college but, we did get a vacation
every year and loved to travel the states together. Of course, as an
only son, I was closer to my dad than my mom. Oh, my mom loved
me and never failed to show it, it's just that we men had more in
common. More than I knew, it seems, until my sophomore year in high
school when everything changed dramatically.
All through school, I'd had crushes and occasions of "puppy love". Hell,
I was a dirty old man by the time I was 10! I found that I could
talk girls into kissing and "you show me yours and I'll show you mine"
as easily as getting them to help me with homework. Ogling and
touching hairless little pussies got to be serious business with me. The
first time I ever stuck my tongue into a pussy we were both just
past our eleventh birthdays! By the third or fourth time I'd done it to
her, I'd found her clit and made her cum. At that point, I talked her
into licking my dick for me (I still didn't know what a blow job was).
The first time I came, it was all over her face. She yelled "Eeeeuuu"
and start spitting what had hit her lips away. Suddenly she stopped,
gave me a strange look and licked around her mouth trying to get
some into her mouth. She sort of rolled it around her mouth, swallowed
and said, "Hey, that's not bad.". I guess I'll never understand
what it was that pushed me to do it but, I bent over to her face and
licked some of my cum off her, rolled it around like she did and then,
swallowing it, said, "Yeah, you're right. Want some more?". She nodded
and I proceeded to lick the rest of my cum off her face and chin
and, kissing her, transferred some of it into her mouth. From then on, I
would eat her to climax, she would suck me off and we'd share our
commingled flavors in long, tongue-lashing kisses.
My folks decided to move into a better neighborhood about the time I
started high school and my playmate and I parted tearfully, with
the full knowledge we'd never see each other again. Naturally, it didn't
take me long to make new friends in the new school system. I
was eating pussy again within a month of arriving there. Getting my dick
sucked was another thing, though. These girls were so stuck
up! Hell, the best I got for all my oral expertise was a couple of hand
jobs from what were termed "easy" girls. Hell, one of them would
only rub me through my pants until I shot my load in my shorts. She
wouldn't even let me take it out of my pants. I ended up wearing a
condom whenever I met with her just to save having to bike home with the
wet spot on the front of my pants.
It was just before school started for my sophomore year that a drunk ran
through an open air vegetable mart. My dad got the phone call
telling him that mom had been behind one of the display carts and was in
the emergency room at the local hospital. He grabbed me and
we arrived in time for the doctor in charge to tell us that she had been
sent to surgery. Unfortunately, the damage was too extensive; my
mother had died.
Dad and I cried together for a while and, after a bit, he signed a
release for a funeral home to pick her up. After the funeral, we both kind
of moped around the house for a while and, one day, dad said, "Hey,
buddy. How about we go fishing? I don't really think your mom
would want us to grieve forever." and I agreed, reluctantly. The problem
was; it didn't work. We spent most of the time crying and trying
to comfort each other. Finally, giving up the fishing, we headed home
and ate some frozen dinners. Afterward, we lay on the floor and
watched some TV. I started crying again and dad rolled toward me,
wrapped his arms around me and soothed me until I fell asleep.
A couple of months after school started, I wasn't feeling well and the
nurse released me from school. Since I lived close enough to walk
and wasn't terribly sick, she allowed me to go without having my father
pick me up. I'd already known what was wrong; I was still feeling
bad about mom and, today, it was driving me to distraction. Staying at
school was a waste...I couldn't pay attention, anyway.
When I got home, I was surprised to see dad's car in the driveway.
"What's he doing home so early?", I thought. I walked in the front
door and started to call out to dad when I saw him sitting in his easy
chair facing the TV. His body was shaking and I wondered, "Is he
home for the same reason I am and just sitting here crying?". I stepped
up to the side of the chair and his head jerked up as I startled
him. My eyes went wide and I froze as I stared at his naked dick with
his hand wrapped around it. My dad had been masturbating!
We both said "Sorry" at the same time. His dick started to shrivel as he
said, "I'm sorry, son. I just miss your mother so much and, still
being a man, I needed some release. What are you doing home, anyway?". I
told him what I'd been feeling about mom and that I knew
what he meant about needing release. "I'm just so sorry I interrupted
you, dad.". He started to stuff his semi-flaccid cock back in his
pants when he realized I had never taken my eyes off it. Not knowing why
he stopped, I slowly moved around in front of him and sank
to my knees. I said, "Let me show you just how sorry I am." and leaned over.
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and, removing his hand,
wrapped my own right hand around it. My left hand went to his
scrotum and I lightly massaged the balls within. I felt his cock grow in
my mouth and thought "How amazing this feels. I've never had
a cock in my mouth and now I realize how much I love it.". As it grew, I
moved my head down further onto it and pulled as much as I
could toward the back of my throat. When I felt like I would gag, I
stopped and pulled back up to the head. God, I loved the feel of it
sliding past my lips.
Dad asked, "Why, son?", and, pulling my mouth away, I answered "Because
I wanted to know what it feels like and, you said it your-
self, you needed release. Just enjoy, dad.". With that, I went back to
my ministrations. I'd learned a lot from my playmate at the old place
and knew what she'd done that made me feel particularly good. I did
those things to dad. I licked his balls, tenderly drew them into my
mouth, one at a time, and gently rolled them around with my tongue. I
sucked my way back up to his circumsized head and plunged down
until he was at the back of my throat again. It didn't take long at all
and dad started grunting. He said, "Oh, God, son. I'm gonna cum. I'm
gonna shoot, buddy, look out!!". I just moved my head up and down on
that lovely cock of his until I heard his voice start to strangle
with the onset of his climax and felt his balls move up closer to his
body. His cock then started to pulse slightly and he began to push
his hips up toward my face. The pulsing in his dick turned into a throb
and, before I realized it had happened, I had a huge gob of his
jism in my mouth. Knowing how quickly I reload MY shots, I swallowed
and, sure enough, another load hit my tonsils. We alternated
with him shooting and me swallowing about four or five times before he
settled into just some dribbles and, using my lips for pressure,
I drew whatever was left in his cock into my mouth before finally
letting it flop out onto his leg.
I sat back on my haunches and looked up at dad. He had a look of
pleasure on his face with a whole lot of questions in his eyes. I told
him about the games my playmate and I used to play in the old
neighborhood and how we'd shared my cum between us. I let him know
that his was the first cock I'd ever sucked, that all we'd done was
share my cum, not anyone else's. He leaned over toward me and he
pulled my face to his. Kissing my lips, he forced his tongue between
them and ran it around my mouth. I loved it; my father was trying
to taste his own cum, too.
I guess he liked it because he slid off his chair, pushed me over onto
my back and started undoing my pants.
"If it's as good as you say, why shouldn't I get in on the action, too?
What d'ya think, son?".
I answered by helping get my pants down and off. He started stroking my
cock and stared at it kind of nervously. Whereas his cock is
about seven inches long, mine wasn't fully grown yet and probably
measured in at a little over five inches. It probably explains why,
when dad finally got up the nerve to put it in his mouth, he was able to
bury it completely to where his nose was right in my pubic hair.
He slid up and down a couple of times before stopping and asking me,
"What should I do, buddy?". I asked if mom had ever given him
blow jobs and the lights went on; just do whatever she did!
His inexperience went out the window and he proceeded to give me the
greatest blow job I'd had to date. As irreverent as it sounds, mom
must have been an expert at it!! If he was doing to me what she did to
him, I didn't know how he lasted longer than the two minutes it
took me to explode with load after load into his mouth. I came so fast
and so hard, he almost gagged, after only getting to swallow
once, the rest of my jism wound up on his face and my belly since he had
to back off or choke on it. He apologized and started licking up
what had landed on me. I told him it was great and pulled him up to
where I could clean his face for him. He said, "You're right. It tastes
delicious. I can't believe a hard, veiny cock can feel so smooth and
soft on my lips. I don't think it's habit forming but, it could be a good
thing every now and again. What do you think?". I told him I couldn't
agree more, that I still preferred girls anyway and that he and I may
have more in common now than we ever had before. He laughed at that and
pulled me up to hug me. We then lay down together and
cuddled until we both fell asleep.
Want to know what happened next? Leave a message and I'll continue. If
nobody's interested, I'll just lurk elsewhere.