Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 21:24:24 -0400
From: brian dumbledore <brian_dumbledore@hotmail.com>
Subject: Doing Daddy A Favor-2

Narrator: The Father

"Oh shit..."

I woke up the next day with the hardest hard-on I'd ever had in my life.  I
woke up from a dream of me with my son's 9-year-old lips wrapped around his
raunchy father's 9-inch cock, licking the smegma, pre-cum, and piss from
his cock-head.  In this dream I also sat on my kid's face, my asshole
covered in sweaty ass-funk-and he slobbered all over my nasty shit-hole,
his tongue diving into my rectum, sliding along the slick insides of my
ass, his lips kissing my hole, his nose frantically inhaling my funk.

Then, in this dream I commanded him to take my cock in his mouth again.  I
rammed it all the way into his throat, feeling his silky mouth take my dick
as I neared my massive incestuous orgasm.  My balls tightened up and I shot
a massive load into my boy's mouth. In this dream, my cum leaked out of his
mouth and down his chin, covering my son's face.

And then, I remembered that this had actually happened-that I had indeed
fucked my son's innocent little face and made him eat my Dad ass.  Oh fuck,
I thought.
  What was I thinking?  I remember I had had a little bit too much to drink
the night before, and had felt a little buzzed when I bribed him.  But my
OWN SON?  I'd fooled around with plenty of guys-even sucked their cocks-but
how could I stick my adult cock into my poor, unsuspecting kid's mouth?

But my cock was speaking for me.  Through the guilt rose something far more
powerful-lust.  Lust for my son's pre-teen Latino body, lust for my son's
cock, my son's bubble-butt.  The lust mixed with the guilt, making it too
powerful.  It was so taboo, so dirty, so filthy and wrong.  And that's what
made me want to go further.

I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake my wife.  I had to jack my cock
soon or it would fucking break.  I ran to the bathroom, my balls and cock
bouncing in my loose boxers.  As I climbed the stairs, they fell out of the
hole in the front, and my cock dripped lewdly on the hardwood floor.  I was
almost to the bathroom when I noticed that my son's door was slightly
ajar-I couldn't resist peeking in on him.

I tiptoed into his room, not bothering to put my cock back in my boxers.  I
could smell the funk rising off of them-I hadn't taken a shower since my
son ate my dick.  His angelic face was pressed against his pillow, and his
body laid there in his cute little Toy Story pajamas.  My lust getting the
better of me, I began to slowly pull down his blanket to reveal his sexy
body.  I could see that his prick was developing nicely-quite nicely.  By
looking at the sizeable bulge in his pj's, it was probably about 5 inches.

Then I noticed that his mouth was slightly open-and my prick was out.  Oh
God, I thought, how I wanted to shove my cock into his mouth right now and
blow my load into his guts again.  Fuck, that's so wrong, I thought.  So
disgusting.  So exciting.

I shoved my dick back into my boxers and decided that I'd better not.  But
there was certainly no harm in... uh, exploring him a little?  If he wakes
up, I'll stop, I told myself.  I won't force him into anything... yet.

So, holding my breath, I began to tug at the waistband of his pjs, sliding
it down his body inch by inch.  I watched his face intently, praying that
he wouldn't wake up.  His breathing didn't change, so I slid it down past
his knees and stopped there.
  His cock pointed straight up to the ceiling, all five inches of it
throbbing and hard.  His balls didn't have much hair on them yet.

Against my better judgment, I leaned in and smelled his dick and balls.
They smelled like a mix of boy funk and soap.  Without thinking, my tongue
snaked out of my mouth and tongued the underside of his penis.

"Oh God," I whispered to myself, licking his dick again, "This is hot."  My
son continued to sleep, but I didn't know how much longer it would be until
he woke up.  And I wanted to check out his ass.  Hell, I thought, but I
need to see how it feels in my mouth.

So, I opened my mouth, forming an O with my lips, and took his dick into my
Daddy mouth.  I tasted a drop of his piss on my tongue, which somehow
turned me on even more.  Fuck, why does my own boy turn me on so much?  I
bobbed up and down on his dick, loving the feeling of it sliding in and
out, in and out.

I sucked hard on his prick, and my boy moaned in his sleep.  I froze.  What
would I do if he woke up with his cock buried in my mouth?  Fuck, I
thought, I'd finish the job until he came-and then I'd make him suck me
again too.

I continued to suck his dick, flitting my tongue along the pisshole.  This
was so raunchy, my son sleeping while his Dad sucked on his little underage
penis.

Suddenly, Carlos's eyelids fluttered and he let out a huge yawn.  Before I
could take his dick out of my mouth, he opened his eyes and gasped.  I let
his dick fall out of my mouth.  Was there any chance that he hadn't seen
that?

He quickly pulled up his pants and eyed me with a confused stare.  "Daddy,
what were you doing down there?  With my..."

"With your dick?" I said, my voice betraying my lust.  "What did it look
like I was doing, Carlos?"

"It looked like... like you were...You had it in your mouth."

"Yes, I did son," I said, my fingers itching to rip away his pajamas.  "I
was sucking your dick.  My own son's dick.  How'd you like it?"

My son blushed deeply and said, "It felt really good, Daddy."

"Would you like me to keep sucking your dick?" I asked, a flow of
incestuous fantasies just running wild in my perverted mind.

My son nodded.

"Really, son?" I asked, ready to milk this for all it was worth.  "Do you
REALLY want me to put your penis in my mouth again?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Well, I don't know, I don't know if I could do that."

Carlos looked upset.  "Why not?"

"Well," I said, climbing up to sit with him on the bed.  My boxer briefs
rode up a little, and my big, hard dick poked out of the leg.  "It's kind
of a nasty thing to do, putting a prick in your mouth"-I hooked my hands
underneath the waistband of his pajamas- "What's my incentive?  You can't
expect me to do that without a little convincing."

"How can I convince you?" Carlos said, his eyes eager.

"Well," I said, feeling nastier by the minute, "How about you agree to do
to me a little favor in return?  That way, it's equal.  So if I suck you,
you've got to do something for me."

My son looked at me.  I could tell that he was nervous-the last time I
asked him to do something for me, it was to suck my cock.  What would he
have to do this time?  He was obviously conflicted.

"Or we could just call the whole thing off," I said, withdrawing my hand
from his pants.  "We could just forget it."

"NO, Dad, don't go," my little boy said.

"I've got to, unless you agree to do something for me in return.  It's not
fair to ask for a blowjob and then refuse to give me anything."

Carlos sat on the bed, his brow furrowed.  I could tell he was thinking
hard, wondering whether or not he could stand to suck my cock again (of
course, he had no idea that I had so much more in mind than just a fucking
blowjob).  But I could tell that he really wanted me to suck him-and that
he would eventually give in.  The idea of all the things I could do with
him almost made me cum in my pants.

"Do I have to Dad?  I already sucked it yesterday.  Isn't that enough?"
"No, son, remember?  I got you the Play Station.  I paid you back."  I
reached forward and slipped my hand under his pants.  "If you want me to
suck you, then you have to agree to give Daddy a little something in
return.  You might not even have to suck my dick.  I haven't decided yet.
But if you don't agree"-I pulled my hand out of his pants-"Then I'm not
sucking your dick."

My son sighed.  "Okay, Daddy.  But what will I have to do?"

I shook my head, grinning.  "Lemme suck you first, then you'll find out."

I looked down at my boxers and noticed that my thick, muscular leg was
soaked with pre- cum.  This was going to be fun, I thought.  "Are you ready
for me to suck you now?"

My son nodded, a smile spreading over his eager face.

Without hesitating, I engulfed his cock with my silky lips.  My mouth slid
over the purple head of his cock, and I tasted something I never
expected-pre cum!  At such a young age, he was already producing pre cum.
That meant that, when I was through sucking his cock, I would get rewarded
with his first cum.  The thought made me come dangerously close to shooting
my load, even though I wasn't touching myself.

First I kept my lips only around the head, tonguing right under his hood of
his penis.  My boy moaned loudly, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as his
pre cum flowed into my mouth like a broken faucet.  It tasted just like
mine-much sweeter than cum, but still slightly bleach.  God damn, licking
my own boy's seed, I thought as I jacked my own cock.

I moved on from the head of his penis and let my head go down all the way,
so that my nose touched his tiny little pubic hairs.  His cock tasted like
sweat and slightly unwashed cock with a hint of dial soap-the exact
combination that drove me wild when I sucked my co-workers' cock during
breaks at construction.  My lips slipped up his cock and down his cock-I
withdrew to the very tip, sucking, sucking, sucking, loving the slurping
sounds my mouth made around his weenie... and then plunged back down,
causing my son's back to arch and a moan of carnal pleasure to roll out of
his pre-teen lips.

I took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed the cock-head all over my face,
rubbing my saliva and his pre-cum all over my unshaven cheeks.  "You
enjoying this, Carlos?"

"Yes, Dad, I had no idea it felt so good.  No wonder you liked it when I
sucked your dick."

"You haven't even felt the best part of all," I teased, flicking my tongue
out and catching the fresh dribble of pre-cum sliding down his shaft.  "Are
you ready?"

My son answered with a moan.  "Let's see some cum then."  I took his dick
into my adult mouth again.  This was it-I was going to make him cum, and
then I got to have my way with him.  I sucked on his dick harder than any
other dick or clit or asshole I've ever sucked, driving into my mouth and
yanking it out again.  I could feel my son's balls tighten up close to his
body.  I could tell that he was getting really close.

"Oh, AHHHH, Dadddy, shit what's happening?"

I took my mouth off his cock for a second.  "You're about to cum, son.
Hold on."

When I put my mouth around his cock again, I found his asshole with my
right finger shoved it in.  It slid in with ease-the insides of Carlos's
asshole were slick with sweat.  I fucked my finger in and out of his ass as
I sucked him.  My son's yells filled the room.  I found his prostate in his
ass and felt it tighten.  Here it comes, I thought.

With a guttural moan that seemed to shake the room, my son blew his first
load into my mouth.  The first shot of scalding cum hit me so hard in the
throat that it hurt-and I could feel his prostate jerk with the first
release.  The second shot hit the back of my throat almost as hard, and my
son bucked his hips into my face, grinding me into his crotch.  Then came
the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shots, all equally powerful.  Then, his
last two shots drizzled out of his cock and landed on my tongue.  Somehow,
I had managed to swallow almost all of his fuck juice-but a little trickle
flowed out of the corners of my bloated cheeks.  His cum tasted just like
mine did.

When my son stopped moaning, I pulled his dick out of my mouth and
swallowed the last of his cum.  I looked up at my son, whose eyes were
still closed, his mouth open in a last moan, his face drenched with sweat.
He finally opened his eyes and said weakly, "Daddy, what was that?"

"That was an orgasm, son.  It happens when someone does something like suck
your cock.  That stuff you shot was cum, just like mine.  Did you like it?"

All he could do was nod weekly.

"Well, you know what that means?  I just finished sucking you off.  Now,
it's my turn."  I reached into my boxers and pulled out my veiny, extremely
hard dick.  A river of pre- cum oozed over the top and onto my shaft.
"Ready to do Daddy another little favor?"


Email me at Brian_dumbledore@hotmail.com if you want me to write the next
chapter and see what Daddy gets Carlos to do.