Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 21:46:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: a father's goal

A FATHER'S GOAL

Written by
Eugene Marvin –aka-
NPhillydogg@aol.com


	I wasn't the best father in the world, I know! Lord knows I spent
more time running the streets [getting high and chasing pussy] than taking
care of my family like I should have! What could I say? I was young back
then! I was married with kids, and I really didn't want to be! I hated
having someone to answer to, and my wife was such a ball buster that I
sometimes stayed away from home for days or weeks at a time! It finally all
came to a head when I got arrested while under the influence, leaving the
scene of a crime, and an accidental homicide! I was so fucked up that I
didn't even know I'd struck and killed someone! I was found asleep in my
busted up car the next morning, crashed into a telephone pole! It was the
last time I'd see my wife and kids for nearly 20 years!


	My trial was pretty cut and dry! I was found guilty by a jury of my
peers [obviously none of them had ever suffered a drug addiction], and
sentenced to 20 years in prison! I had a lengthy record [drunk driving,
domestic abuse, possession, etc.], and the judge threw the book at me! I
arrived in prison nearly 30, and didn't get out until I was 48! My wife
served me with divorce papers while IN prison, wanting to remarry after
finding a man to help raise our children! I didn't like the idea of another
man taking my place, but I granted her wish, knowing I wasn't in any real
position to offer them anything anyway!


	My ex-wife only came to visit me a handful of times while I was
incarcerated, and only bought the kids with her once! I remember seeing my
SON [Lemar] looking at me as if he didn't know me, obviously afraid of his
surroundings! Felicia never bought him back again!
	I got out of jail to no fanfare! No one met me at the gate, nor
greeted me when I got home! The 3 bedroom row home my wife and I owned was
no longer being used [she closed up the house and moved out after she
remarried, taking the kids with her], so the house was left to me! None of
my family wanted anything to do with me anymore, so I was able to quickly
move in with no hassles! It was the only thing I owned, and the only place
I had to return to when I got out of prison!


	When I got home for the first time, I unlocking the front door and
walked into a house full of memories! I could still see my wife and kids in
every corner of the house, recalling Christmases, Thanksgivings, birthdays,
all the `family' times we shared! The first night was the roughest! I slept
on a mattress on the floor in the master bedroom, no lights, no phone, no
food, no water, no nothing [not a single luxury]! I had to call my mother
and ask HER to arrange to have the electricity, gas, and water turned on in
HER name, assuring her that I would find a job `soon' to pay the bills!
	The neighbors weren't exactly happy to see me back after all those
years! I had been something of a badass when I used to live there, but
things had changed, I wasn't the same man I was 20 years ago! My parole
officer helped set me up with a part-time job at a Walmart, and reminded me
of spontaneous drug screenings I'd have to take, telling me to `stay clean'
or I'd find myself back in prison! I had no intentions on repeating
mistakes of the past, but WEED had always been my friend [having never
really done anything BAD to me]! I couldn't WAIT til my first pay check, so
I could BUY myself some weed and kick back in my own crib and blow trees
out the window! Problem was I'd have to WAIT 2 weeks before I got paid! I
decided to hit one of my new coworkers up for an a loan...!


	TaShawn Wallace was only 20 years old, but I'd already taken a
liking to him [as he reminded me of my son]...! HE was the one that trained
me when I started working at Walmart. He was a good kid who always wore his
baseball cap to the back, and his pants sagging to show off his boxer
shorts underneath...! I could tell he was a `street kid' who managed to get
a real job and turn his life around! We often talked about the consequences
of making bag choices, choices I now had to live with now that I was
middle-aged with nothing to show for it!
	After working about a week, I pulled TaShawn aside and asked him
straight out if I could `borrow' some money for some weed...? I'd been out
of jail for a couple of weeks, and was itching to get stoned!
	TaShawn said...


"Whadda I get out of it...?"
	I looked confused...!


"You get your money back on payday...!" I said, not understanding the
question!


"I already got my money..." he countered, "...what do I get OUT of loaning
it to you...?" he asked. "Since I'm doing something for YOU...what can you
do for ME...?"


"What do you need...?" I asked.
	TaShawn looked around...


"You know Tamika in women's wear...?" he asked.


"Yeah..." I smiled, just thinking about that hot young girl with the fat
ass made my tongue go numb! Yeah I knew her [I thought], but I'd love to
know her better!


"She and I been kickin' it for a couple of weeks..." he informed, "...but
she cut me off sexually cuz she caught me talking to Sasha in `shoes'...!"
he explained, making me wonder WHY was he telling me all this...? "I say
all this cuz every time I see Tamika's ass in those tight black stretch
pants she wears all the time...my DICK get brick hard...! I know YOU just
got outta prison...so I figured you'd know how to give some good head...?"
	Motherfucker [I thought to myself], have the AUDACITY to think that
since I'd been in prison that I'd know how to suck dick...! And not only
that, but that I'd suck HIS dick for a measly $10-$20 dollar loan, which I
still had to pay back! Nigga must've lost his mind when he stared too long
into Tamika's ass! "Of course..." he added, upon seeing my face
expression... "...you won't have to pay back the loan...!"
	Now THAT was a horse of a different color!


	In prison we always worked out a trade! Wasn't no money floating
through prison [they don't allow the green stuff behind bars for obvious
reasons], but there was always a WAY to pay for thing if you were willing
to bargain!
	Indeed I did learn how to suck dick in prison, learning the hard
way, like everybody else [forced rape]! I wasn't there very long when my 2
cellmates decided test me out! They offered me cigarettes and moonshine,
making me THINK we were friends cuz we all shared the same jail cell...but
as soon as the lights went out, the pulled me out of my bunk and started
beating on me, telling me I had to `pay up' for all the shit I took off
them! Of course I had nothing to pay with, so they took it out on making me
suck their dicks! Being my first time, I wasn't very good at it, so they
flipped me over and took turns raping my ass all night, covering my
screaming mouth with their hands as they fucked the living shit out of me,
both of them coming deep in my ass!
	I learned to suck dick after that!


	TaShawn and I walked out to his car [which he always parked on the
far side of Walmart so no one would accidentally HIT it]! We got in and he
pulled out a joint and lit it up! We smoked about half of it before he
undid his pants and hoisted out what looked like a 9" pipe [I'd grown
something of an EYE for sizing up dicks while in prison]! I knew it was
time to go to work, so I closed the passenger side door and went down on
him immediately!
	"Yeeaahhhh..." moaned TaShawn, taking one last drag before putting
the joint out in the ashtray!


	I opened my mouth wide, as I lowered my face down in TaShawn's lap,
and swallowed his dick practically whole in one swoop! TaShawn groaned as
if his entire body had just been submerged in a warm bubbly hot tub! I
closed my mouth around his fat prick [wetting it thoroughly with my mouth],
before dragging my lips back up the shaft!
	"Oh fuck, man...DAMN that shit feels good...!" he exclaimed as I
came up to the head and started suckling! I could feel his dick growing
harder as my tongue licked all around it, painting smooth surface before I
went all the way back DOWN on it, burying my face in his lap, breathing in
the gentle musk of his pubes!


	I hadn't sucked dick since the day I was released from prison [my
cellmates {not the same ones I had from when I was first incarcerated}
threw me a fuck-party before I left, gathering together ALL the guys that's
fucked me over the years for one last hooray], but the lessons I'd learned
came flooding back in no time, as I buried TaShawn's dick in my throat,
then milked his shaft with my swallowing throat muscles!
	"Oh fuck, dude...do that shit again!" he cried, as I started
swallowing again, causing my throat muscles to ripple over his embedded
shaft! "Awwwwww..." he groaned, sounding like Homer Simpson!


	I did that to TaShawn's dick several times [making him howl like a
dogg] before finally getting down to business! I knew there was a small
window of opportunity before Walmart management would miss us, then send
someone out to find us! TaShawn's car was well known throughout most of the
employees who knew he liked to take breaks in his ride sometimes, getting
away from the hecticness inside!
	I bobbed my head in his lap, sliding my tightening lips up and down
his hard shaft! TaShawn had only opened his pants and pulled his dick out
of the fly, so I was kinda limited on what I could do in such a tightly
confined space! But I worked with what I had, and sawed my wet salivating
mouth up and down the fat hard brick muscle as if it would be the last meal
of my life! In prison we had to work fast, if a guard caught you having
sex, they could report you and have you sent to solitary confinement as
punishment! However most of the guards who caught me giving head or getting
fucked, simply wanted IN on the action, or to at least stand there and
watch! In 20 years I'd never been sent to solitaire for something sexual, I
always got to finish what I started!


	As I was saying [before I got sidetracked], in prison we had to
work fast, so I was used to WOLFING a dick down and making it come in
minutes [seconds even! /They didn't call me `Eureka' for nothing]!
	I could hear TaShawn groaning more and more, I could feel his
steely hard dick starting to pulsate and throb while I sucked, strong
indications that he was getting dangerously close to blowing his load! I
deep throated him several more times, loving the sound he made when I
buried his piece in my throat! TaShawn would `Ooooww...' or `aaahhhh...'
every time I swallowed him whole! I'd take his dick deep in my throat and
hold it there, rippling my throat muscles over his shaft! Sometimes he's
moan and toss his head back into the seat-rest, and sometimes [when I
caught him off guard or by surprise] he'd jump as if startled, but would
then sink back into his seat and enjoy! I kinda liked sucking his dick, and
could already tell this wouldn't be the last time...!


"I'm getting close, Mr. Martin..." he moaned, warning me of his pending
orgasm [how cute]! I suppose he thought I'd stop, or pull off and finish by
jacking him off with my hand...? But I was old skool, in prison you didn't
waste an inmate's nut on the floor for prison officials to find later...!
In prison you either ATE your meal [to the last drop], or you got panted
deeply in your ass! Occasionally there were those guys who liked to paint
their loads across your face like a masterpiece [I called them: Picassos],
but for the most part, most guys liked to have their loads swallowed! They
wanted to know you wanted it! And even if you didn't, they'd MAKE you take
it anyway!
	I took TaShawn's `warning' as a signal to suck harder! My mouth
FLEW up and down his shaft as it started to thicken and swell! TaShawn
grabbed my shoulder, trying to pull me up off his dick in time before it
was too late! I struggled to keep my mouth firmly wrapped around his
manhood as I grabbed onto his hips and power-fucked my face into his lap,
beating my mug against his groin as his dick suddenly expanded and exploded
like a nuclear missile...!


"Arrrrhhhh fuck...I'm coming..." he gasped, just as I plunged my mouth full
length on his sausage, taking it all the way back into my throat! I could
actually FEEL his thick dick fatten and throb, straining in my throat just
before the first spurt shot out with lightning speed, shooting directly
down my milking esophagus! "...AARRRRRRRRHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled TaShawn,
twisting and turning as he came, shooting powerful jets of sperm straight
down the back of my hungry throat from his balls!
	I drank it all, tightening my lips about the base before slowly
dragging my mouth back to the tip, swallowing whatever was left!


"Damn man..." he moaned, looking completely drained and exhausted...!
"...that was the best head I'd ever had...!"


"I aim to please...!" was all I said, before he handed me the $20 and we
headed back into work [of course he was too tired to do much else than
chill around until quitting time] lol.



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