Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 14:31:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harrold Terry <harrybterry@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy's little squirt

Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a young boy and an adult male.
If this type of content offends you or you are under the age
of 18 do not read it.


Daddy's tasty squirts
By
Harry B. Terry

My earliest memories of my dad and me are taking showers
together when I was about 5 or 6. By the time I was 7 or 8 I
remember loving to soap daddy's long cock until it would
spurt, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on my face. Daddy
would spread his legs wide and kind of squat while I washed
his big cock with both of my little soapy hands.

A couple of times he caught me with my mouth open and I
ended up swallowing a few quick tasty squirts. Daddy never
asked me to do these things, I just did them on my own, and
he never told me to stop either. Just that this was
showering and showering was between him and me mommy should
never know about our showers, and girls weren't supposed to
know about these boy things anyway.

 When I was around 9 or 10 I decided I liked the taste of
daddy's squirts so I was going to make sure I got all of it.
While we were showering I washed him up real good so he was
ready to squirt. I moved out of the way of the spray and
watched all the soap wash away. Daddy looked a little weird
at first cause usually I wash him till he squirts. This time
I reached out and grabbed his big fat penis with my right
hand and his balls with my left (he said he liked it when I
washed his balls too). I got real close and pointed his
wiener at my mouth. Daddy giggled a little, but nothing was
coming out. I pulled it toward me a couple of times but
still nothing. Finally I stuck my tongue out and touched the
underside of daddy's purple helmet.

Daddy groaned and fell backwards. I guess my hand slipping
off his big cock as he fell, felt like when I washed him
cause he shot a load straight up as he slipped onto his back
and I fell on top of him. I saw his cock bubbling so I
turned around real quick and started licking it up as fast
as I could. Daddy told me to put the head in my mouth and
stroke the long part so I could get more. I never heard his
voice like that before, all deep and throaty. But I did what
I was told and was rewarded with a big mouthful of daddy's
tasty squirts. Daddy surprised me too. While I was pumping
his juice into my mouth, daddy stuck his tongue in my
butthole. I guess he couldn't help it, since it was wiggling
around in his face. And I was nice and clean. But I never
thought about doing that before. It felt nice and I told
myself I would have to taste daddy there too.

I continued to give daddy his "blowjobs" as he told me they
were called whenever we showered. When I was 11 I think,
mommy said I was a big boy and didn't think I should shower
with daddy anymore. I protested but daddy said she was right
and even though I cried myself to sleep that night, I seemed
to forget about it very quickly. In fact, I didn't see daddy
naked again until I was almost 14.

By this time I had learned to pleasure myself in the shower.
And in bed, and in the kitchen, and in church, and at
school. It seemed like all I did was jack my meat. My soccer
coach had replaced my dad in the shower now too. I would
give him blowjobs every chance I got. I pretended to like
his son so I could stay overnight. Then late at night my
coach and I would meet downstairs and I would suck him till
he gave me his tasty squirts.

One day I thought I was alone and I was jacking my meat in
my room when my mom came in. She got all upset and told me
all kinds of crazy stuff that would happen to me. Then she
said to stay in my room until my dad came home and could
talk to me. When dad got home I heard the two of them
yelling at each other downstairs. Then I heard the front
door slam and a car screech out of the driveway.

I was gonna peek out of my room to see what was happening
when I heard my dad coming up the stairs. He came into my
room and sat down next to me on the bed. He put his arm
around me and told me all the stuff mom had said was "crazy
girl shit. don't listen to her." He said so "you like to
beat your meat now do you?" When I told him yes he asked me
if he could see how big I've grown. I was naked and hard in
seconds.

Daddy stroked my cock as he told me how beautiful I was. He
said, "remember this" and he pulled his big fat cock out of
his trousers. Oh yes was all I could say before I was on my
knees and sucking my favorite piece of meat. Daddy said I
had gotten a lot better, better than mom had in fact, at
giving blowjobs. He leaned back a bit and put one hand on my
head as I bobbed up and down like I was afraid they were
going to take his cock away from me again.

I thought he was going to shoot when he pushed my head off
of him and suggested we take a shower. "GodDamn", is it my
birthday today or what? We were soaping each other all over
within minutes. Daddy asked where I learned to give such
good blowjobs and when I told I had replaced him with my
soccer coach, he told me no more. No more for anyone but
him. I was in heaven. I got a full load of daddy's tasty
squirts and for the first time in my life, daddy took a full
load of mine.

We moved back to my bedroom afterwards and lay around
touching and kissing and talking. Daddy asked if I had ever
been fucked before and I said yes a couple of times by my
coach. I told him that I pretended in my head it was my
daddy fucking me. He said I wouldn't have to pretend
anymore. Daddy went to his room and came back with some
slippery stuff. I told me to get him good and stiff so it
wouldn't hurt as much. I didn't have to work very hard
because I think the thought of what he was going to do had
him already halfway there.

We were in a 69 with me on top when he rolled me over on my
back and swung around so his cock was pointing at my ass. He
applied a little lube and in one smooth motion slid his
hammer all the way into my puckering hole. I think I passed
out because the next thing I remember I was on my side and
daddy was sawing away at my ass. He was hissing and saying
things I've never heard before, but never letting up his
torrid pace on my wanting boy pussy. He slung me over onto
my stomach and was mashing my head against the wall. I was
pushing back as hard as I could just to keep from getting a
concussion on the headboard.

I heard mom screaming and shouting but daddy kept pounding
and I couldn't turn my head to see her for fear he would
break my neck while fucking me. Daddy shot his load deep
inside me while mom was hitting him with her purse and
anything else she could get her hands on. Daddy pulled out
with a "slud" and shielded us both from moms' tirade. She
was speaking gibberish when she ran down the stairs and dad
chased her to no avail.

That was the last time I saw my mother. Daddy came up told
me she wouldn't be coming back and asked if I wanted to
shower with him. I did, and we did, making love a couple
more times that night. I'm now 38 and dad just turned 66. We
still live in that same old house and we still shower and
make love together. There are hundreds of stories about our
life between then and now, but those will have to wait until
another day. Right now it's time for some more of daddy's
tasty squirts.