Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 01:25:28 +0100
From: enema champagne <champagne.enema@gmail.com>
Subject: After-Hours Blowjob for Dad

After-Hours Blowjob for Dad

by SonShine


It was like every weekday. My dad's big car rumbled into the drive and
from my room i heard the front door, his keys hitting the table in the
hall, I heard him greeting my mother and then I heard his weight on the
stairs. The floorboards of the landing bumped and squeaked to the master
bedroom and back, and then he burst into my room without knocking.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. His moustache looked
thick and dark, his jaws dark with stubble.

'Son,' he said, and jerked his head, beckoning me over. 'Come here and
suck your dad's cock.'

I got up from my desk, walked over to him and kneeled in front of him.
The front of his suit trousers started to bulge as his excitement pushed
it's way forward. He pulled at his tie to loosen it and thrust his hands
in his pocket, pulling his trousers tighter over the stiffening mass of
his dick. His suit seemed to restrictive for his swollen crotch, it
almost creaked with a desire for release.

'Pull it out, take it deep,' he instructed. 'Fuck, it;s been a long day.
You want it, don't you boy? You want your daddy's sweaty cock in your
mouth.'

My hands trembled with excitement as I reached for the fly of his
trousers, nodding. I could smell his crotch, the sweat from his balls and
the sharp note of piss that would have been under his thick foreskin all
day.

'Yeah...' he muttered. His shirt was still tucked in but between the
buttons I could see his belly hair.

'Hurry up,' he grunted. I pulled down the tab of his zip, and the taut
white bulb of his cock and balls, packed into his underpants, popped
through. I tugged at his belt. He did nothing to help me; just watched,
as he liked to. He told me once, when I was servicing him, that it gave
him pleasure to see me hurrying to debase myself, on my knees submitting
myself fully to his control.

He pushed my face into his white bulge. It wasn't pure white; as my
eyelids and nose pressed into the hot firm mass of his thickening sex I
saw the front was stained yellow from his visits to the toilet throughout
the day. And now my nose was pressed against it and the hot full smell of
him filled me up. Mmmm, pure daddy. He smelled of hard-ons, of piss, of
sticky balls, base urges and dirty thoughts.

He tilted my head around, rubbing my face in his hot warm smell. I didn't
want daddy to know how much I needed this, how much I yearned to satisfy
him and give him unforgettable dirty sex, how happy it made me to please
him without any thought to my own needs. But I wanted him to use me every
day of my life, to make his daily orgasms my purpose in life.

As if reading my thoughts, he turned my face up and looked down into my
eyes. My mouth and nose were still pressed into his bulge. 'That smell
good?' he asked. All I could reply was 'mmmmm'.

'Suck it, son. Time for you to service daddy. I want a good deep blowjob,
and you're going to swallow.' He pushed my head back from his crotch a
few inches.

'Yes daddy,' I said, and reached up to pop the fastening on his trousers.
They flumped to the floor with the weight of his pockets, and I gripped
the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down too. Dad sighed and
his head leaned back to rest on the door.

His thick manhood projected out at a 45 degree angle, pointing down
toward my chest. His foreskin hugged the tip, not yet retracted, thick
and smelling strongly of musky, manly dad cock. It was enormous; a veiny
marrow almost as thick as my wrist and deepening in colour as it swelled
with each heartbeat. His balls hung below, furry with coarse black hair,
sweaty, wrinkled and red, packed away in his pants all day without air or
a son's love.

'I haven't had a chance to wank all day,' Dad breathed, his head still
tilted back in anticipation of my lips on his cock. 'This is daddy's
wank, so do your best, boy.'

I wrapped my right hand around the fat middle of his semi stiff cock. My
thumb and middle finger didn't meet up. I pulled to skin back his
foreskin while my left hand reached under his huge balls o cup them. I
know every boy who's had the privilege of his father's cock praises the
size and thickness of them, but Dad really had incredibly large balls. He
came buckets too, he was blatantly oversexed. He needed constant relief.

The smell of cock rolled out from under his foreskin; sharp, strong,
pissy, overwhelmingly arousing. I took a deep breath, cupped his balls
lightly, and slowly masturbated him. The enormous smooth rounded bell of
his cock head was raging  purple and slick from his last piss. My
squeezing hand eased a drop loose and it hung from the tip of his cock
for a moment before my tongue stretched out, and with one movement I
claimed it. My first taste of daddy.

The flavour exploded in my mouth and ii was alive to every detail of what
he was doing to me. Making me kneel; his only son, and pleasure himafter
work in the most degrading way. He was my dad, I was his boy and it was
my duty to suck him. I pulled his foreskin as far back as it went,
relishing the slick sounds it made as the wet surfaces parted, and brough
my mouth forwad to his rock-solid dick. The underside of the tip skated
down my tongue. The top curve of the shiny helmet nosed into my top lip,
slid beneath. Dad's cock, his engorged, smelly pride, eased its way into
my mouth as I pushed forward, aiming it to my throat, guiding my mouth
down the shaft towards his black pbic hair.

My mouth watered as it closed around his dick. MMm,  there it was. He
groaned quietly. MMm,,, this was it, this was what Dad wanted. His cock
fit beautifully in my mouth, the veins pressed against the roof of my
mouth and my tonuge. I felt a dribble of precum squeeze from the tip of
his urethra and i moaned. Dad shifted his feet apart a few inches and
looked down. He nodded. 'it's ok boy, go for it, make dad proud.'

I drew back, drawing my lips tight around the fat end of dad's dick, and
charged forwards again, reaching further down his shaft. I tried to take
it slow but the need was in us both and soon I was bobbing up and down
shamelessly on dad's dick, the salty flavour filling my mouth, the smell
of his balls in the air. 'Mmm, yeah, good boy,' Dad moaned encouragingly,
'get it down that throat, good lad.' I pushed harder, determined to get
his cock lodged deep in my throat even if it was painful. 'Ah, fuck,
thats good boy, he hissed through his teeth. 'I'll let you do this
again.' FInally Dad grabbed the back of my head  with both of his big
hands, angled his hips and with gentle force, pushed his cock where we
both wanted it, past the opening of my throat. My breathing stopped, he
had corked my lungs shut. His fat drooling cock now had control over my
life. After a moment he withdrew, and wet strings of my spit connected
his big purple cock to my mouth. 'Phew!' he gasped. 'I'm close. Get ready
boy, we're going for it now.'

He took a more active role. His pants still round his ankles, he drew my
face forward and with his hands clamped firmly to the back of my head he
fucked my face, moving my head roughly up and down on his dick. His
pleasure was obvious as he struggled to stay quiet. Over and over his
cock shoved in and out of my throat. I wasn't even sucking it, I was just
being used. FInally I felt the first signs of his impending explosion.
His balls began to tighten in my hands as I stroked them. His cock
fattened, stretching my jaws even wider. He twined his fingers in my hair
and pulled my mouth off to the tip of his cock. And I sucked. I sucked
and sucked, working his dick over urgently, needing his sperm, needing
his approval and his love. 'Oh fuck...' he grunted, and cum squirted so
hard from his cock that it stung the roof of my mouth. Long gushing
stream after stream;  two, three, five eight, twelve hot spurts. I
struggled to swallow all of his thick sperm and prove to him i could do
it. Some ran down my chin lazily as his grunts subsided and were
overtaken by heavy panting. Finally he pulled his cock from my mouth,
still stiff. I licked it clean, savouring every glob and smear of his
clean white load.

He leaned against the door, spent, chest heaving. Finally he reached
forward and grabbed me again. Then he did something he'd never done
before. His long semi-hard dick slipped into my mouth and he pissed, a
salty hot stream that I had to gulp down awkwardly to keep from spilling
over myself. It went on for ever, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Whenever
I thought it was finished he'd grunt and squeeze out another pungent
spurt.

Then he stepped out of his underpants, pulled on his trousers, pulled his
pants down over my head so that the piss-stained pouch was over my face,
and said 'you have a wank in these later boy, good job.'

And with that he left for the shower. I beat myself off where i kneeled
with Dad's pants over my face, just the way he'd left me.




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thanks.

SonShine.