Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2016 15:14:47 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 4

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Chapter 4 - Learning to Please

The water felt great after being in the hot garage for that long. Salty
sweat melted off of my body like a sheet being slowly pulled from a bed. My
dad had started to soap his body, polishing and cleansing each inch of his
skin. Clouds of soap formed on his chest, under his arms, and got more
foamy as the soap slid down, forming full mountains of foam around his
semi-hard cock. I took the soap as well and washed my body just like Dad
was. As the soap would melt from our bodies and slide down our legs,
collecting on the tile floor of this walk-in shower, I watched our soap,
the water that touched our bodies, the remains of sweat, swirl and mix as
they went down the drain.

Our water.

"Here, make yerself useful," he turned around, facing his broad back to me,
hair lightly dusting his shoulders, weeds of hair decorating his back, and
thickening toward his meaty ass. He handed me the soap, signaling me to
wash him. I ran the bar of soap across his back, washing him, similar to
the way I was sanding the table only minutes ago. I massaged and dug my
thumbs into the muscles that probably were stiff and sore from moving. He
craned his shoulder blades in response, giving an approving moan. I
ventured, soap in hand, further down my dad's naked body, his lower back,
and then his ass. Feeling it in my hands was one of the most surreal
experiences I'd ever had. It was soft, yet hard, like firm clay in my
hands. I would lift the muscle in my hand, and then let it fall, a wild
jungle of hair living between his two ass-cheeks.

"You're really hairy, Dad," I commented, as I used both hands to soap up
his legs, my cock brushing up against his thighs, pressing against his
calves. My dad smiled in response. "Will I ever..." I wasn't sure how to
ask this. "...get to look like you?" My dad turned to face me, his now-hard
cock swung toward my face, and perched itself on my shoulder. I couldn't
believe how close I was to it. He reached under my arms guiding me to stand
up, his cock grazing down my chest, my stomach, and my own cock. He turned
me around so I faced away from him, and started soaping up my back.

"You're already turning into a great young man," he said, voice booming in
the echo chamber of this shower. His fingers prodded and pushed on
different parts of my back, shots of pleasure waving through my whole
body. I never wanted him to stop. "Yer a smart boy," he said, hands on my
back, and around to my chest, feeling up different parts, washing me
clean. "Yer a good kid." Hands moved down to my lower back, and
stomach. Looking down, my cock, red, jumping, sore, buzzed with lust and
need. "Yer great, just the way you are," his soapy hand wrapped around my
cock, tugging on it slightly, the other hand covered my ass, the dark
handprints from earlier today now just a light red. He slid his soaped-up
hand between my ass, grazing my hole with his fingers, continuing to stroke
my cock.

I was in heaven. My knees started to shake, and buckle. I tipped backwards,
the back of my head nested between his pecs, tickling my ears with his
chest hair, a firm nipple danced in each side of my periphory. My eyes
closed, and I could feel as though I was being lifted, floating. He moved
his hand to my balls, feeling each of them, jumping in his
fingers. Suddenly he released my cock, and removed his hand from my ass. I
snapped out of my daze, and instantly longed for my dad's hands over me
once again. He squatted down and focused on my legs, my cock twitching,
confused, needing to be touched again.

Using his hands, he guided me to face him, my cock resting beneath his
chin. Soap falling and melting from my cock and balls, to reveal my clean
shaft, bobbing, impatient.

"Want me to show something that feels good, son?" Dad spoke lowly. His
voice almost like a ghost in the shower. What could possibly be better than
what I've already felt? There was more? How could there be?

"U-um. Yeah, Dad. Sure," I said nervously. My cock pulsed and twitched, my
stomach was filled with butterflies, eager to see what he was going to
do. I looked down to see my dad staring at my cock, maybe inches from his
nose, and then suddenly my cock disappeared into my father's mouth. My eyes
widened, I sucked in all the air in the room, all my muscles tightned at
once. His mouth was warm, wet. I could feel his tongue lashing and sliding
all around my cock. Dad pushed his head further down, and I felt my
five-inch cock reach the back of his throat, with my dad's nose pressed
into my waist. My jaw dropped. My left leg lifted as though it were
levitating. I grabbed the back of my dad's neck to keep balance, holding my
breath. He pulled away, lips dragging against my cock, sucking on it as he
retreated. My cock reappeared with a smacking sound from Dad's mouth,
bobbing in the air. I let out a labored breath, and regained my ground,
water still rushing around us, dripping from my hair. My chest heaved with
exasperated breath.

"How was that, son?" he said looking up at me with mischief. He knew my
answer.

I nodded my head, "Do...do it again, Dad." He smirked. His mouth engulfed
my cock once more, but this time, he moved his head up and down with much
more speed. It was like he was jacking me off with his mouth.

"Ahhh...AHHH..." It was ecstacy. I couldn't believe what my dad was doing
to me. How he was making me feel. I thought back to all the things
throughout my life my dad taught me. How to ride a bike; how to tie my
shoes; how to sand a table. Now he was teaching me to feel things I'd never
thought I'd experience.

Dad reached between my legs and rythmically pushed on the back of my ass as
he dove down on my cock. I felt like I was flying. My dad's wet mouth was a
home for my cock, and I never wanted it to leave. I scowled with my
eyebrows, huffing and puffing my breath, trying to keep from falling. With
each motion of my dad's head, a warm surge would cover my body like a
blanket, Dad moaning deeply, sending vibrations into my waist. I felt my
balls starting to tighten around my cock, and almost as if through
telepathy, my dad reached up and massaged my balls, as he continued to
slurp on my cock.

"Oh, god," I whined. "D-dad," I knew I was close to coming, but I didn't
want to yet. I didn't want this to end, but it was like trying not to
sneeze. There was nothing I could do to control it. If my quivering legs,
blurred vision, and twitching cock were any indication, I wasn't going to
be able to control me cumming, unless...

"D-dahddd...uhgh, STOP," I commanded. I couldn't believe I used that tone
with him, or that I told him to stop doing what was giving me the most
intense pleasure I'd ever felt. Dad took one last suck on my cock as it
left his mouth. He stood up to face me, concern on his face.

"What's wrong, bud? Are you okay?" I was almost out of breath. Not cumming
when every fiber and nerve in your body is wanting you to was not a good
feeling.

"I..." I took a few seconds to get my breathing back together. "I didn't
want to cum yet," I explained. Dad looked at me, with pride. Water still
spraying on us. He reached out and held my spit-soaked cock, stroking it
lightly. My eyes rolled, as he put me under his spell. I rocked back and
forth with his movements.

"Do you..." he said steadily over crash of water "...do you want to try
sucking my dick?" he asked earnestly. Dick. This was a new word. It sounded
like cock, so I easily figured out they meant the same. I liked learning
all of this new vocabulary. Sucking cock. Sucking dick. It seemed so
vulgar, like I wasn't supposed to say it, but exciting.

I nodded my head nervously, not really knowing what to expect.

"Okay, just go ahead and kneel down there." I followed his
instructions. His dick was monstrous. Staring it face to face, I saw even
closer the veins like engravings that decorated the deep tan color of his
leathery cock. The head reminded me of a mushroom: speared yet round, with
a small slit at the tip. I wasn't sure how it would fit in my mouth since
my fingers weren't even able to touch when I wrapped my hand around
it. "What yer gonna do is just open your mouth as wide as you can, and take
it in as far as you want fer now."  I looked at this bobbing serpent,
trying to figure out how I was going to be able to do this. I got my mouth
closer to the head, and held his heavy cock in my hand. I opened my mouth
as wide as I could, and my dad's cock started to slide into my mouth, my
lips latching onto just the head, attempting to get that far. It felt firm,
yet still soft and spongy in my mouth, as I gummed and flicked the skin
with my lips and tongue. I guess I expected it to taste really gross since
we pee from our penises, but I was really surprised how great it tasted. It
was salty for sure, but also somewhat tangy, and the smell that I fell in
love with as a young boy was present as well.

"Think of it as sucking on a popsicle," my dad explained. It was good
advice, but looking at it's shape and size, I definitely couldn't picture a
popsicle. I looked up at him, and nodded, water sprinkling in my eyes. My
dad shut the water off, which definitely helped. With the silence, and the
occasional sound of water droplets hitting the tile floor, I could hear my
dad's steady breathing. I pushed forward.

I tried going deeper on my dad's dick, pushing myself to go as far as I
could, especially since he seemed to swallow my whole cock with little
trouble at all. I struggled. I made short back and forth motions just like
Dad, with the head of his cock rubbing against the roof of my mouth. My jaw
was starting to hurt, and sharp breaths escaped my nose. It definitely
seemed like more fun to get sucked instead of being the one doing the
sucking. I looked up at him to see if he was feeling good, and it looked as
though he was just studying me. Watching to see how I'd do. I got almost
half way down his dick, when the head of his dick reached the back of my
mouth, causing me to gag. I squeezed my eyes closed, tears streaming down,
coughing with his dick in my mouth. I pulled away, and coughed into my
hands. I looked up at my dad apologetically, tears in my eyes.

"I'm not good at this, Dad," I said whining mournfully, disappointed.

"Seb, it's okay. No one does anything perfectly their first try. Yer just
gonna have to practice," he explained patiently.

"How am I supposed to practice?"

"Well..." he said whipping his dick near my face. I sighed. I opened my
mouth again, wrapping my lips around the head of his dick. "It helps if you
use yer tongue more, I think." I nodded. "And be careful with the teeth,"
he said. I understood. It all seemed so complicated, but I was willing to
learn.

I opened up my mouth as wide as I could, so much so that I actually had
room to spare. This was perfect! I thought. I would suck in air when I got
my mouth open wide enough, and I'd be able to stay on Dad's dick even
longer. When swimming, the smallest sip of air could be the difference
between your muscles propelling your body forward one meter faster than the
competition, and seeing them start to pull away. I knew how important air
was. How important oxygen was to the entire human body. I dipped further
down Dad's cock, trying my best to beat my last distance. A discoloration
of my dad's tan cock let me know how far my mouth reached the first time,
sort of like when water touches the coast, you can see how high the tide
had gotten. I thought of it like swim practice. You always try to out-do
your last performance. My first performance on Dad's dick was pretty lousy,
so this should be better. I used my tongue more, and started to get lost in
the flavor of my dad's dick. I ran my tongue around the firm veins that
wrapped around his cock, and once I got around halfway down Dad's cock I
tried moving up and down on it like Dad did, slurping and sucking with each
motion.

"Yeaaaah, son," my dad sighed as I sucked his dick. "Now yer gettin' it."
Hearing his words encouraged me to work harder. I opened my mouth a little
wider, and started sucking on it, like the popsicle Dad mentioned
before. "Ahh..." Dad moaned, reverberating against the shower walls. I
looked up at him to see his eyes closed, head craning up toward the
ceiling, his Adam's apple a firm point on his throat. I tried going deeper,
but every time I would feel like gagging, so I would back off.

I figured out that as I went down on Dad's cock, I could take in air, and
as I pulled back on his cock I would suck, taste, tongue, whatever I
wanted. I kept going with this pattern until I started getting used to
it. Dad started moving his hips in sync with me, which only pushed his dick
deeper into my mouth. I sucked in little bits of air when I could, but I
felt my jaw getting sore, and wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

"Ahh, fuck, son." My dad clutched the back of my wet hair, and continued
thrusting softly into my mouth. I knew I needed to stop, but something kept
me from pulling away. I reached up and put my hands on his massive balls
like he had done to me. Feeling and kneading them with my fingers, tugging
on the extra skin of his ball-sack. My dad let out a deep moan once again,
making his thrusts a little more powerful, pushing my head back, throwing
my balance, but I kept making sure that I kept my teeth away from my dad's
skin, and using my lips and tongue to make him feel good.

I was working. Even though we'd just taken a shower, I sensed that I was
working up a sweat all over again. All that soap was for nothing. I took a
quick hiss of air as I went down further on my dad's dick than I'd gone
before. Just a little over half of the length. Up close, there was a
freckle near the base of his cock, a little obscured by his damp thicket of
pubic hair. My eyes focused on it, maybe I'd be able to reach it with just
enough force. But for now, I was starting to take in just how delicious my
dad's dick tasted, how my tongue couldn't get enough of the tartness of my
dad's skin. To my side, I noticed that my dad's knees were starting to
tremble slightly. His rhythm was no longer matching what I'd been keeping
since I started sucking on my dad's sweet cock. It was getting quicker,
more intense. His abs becoming more defined, his breathing becoming more
labored. I tried using my hand around Dad's shaft in order to control how
deep he was jabbing into my mouth.

"Gaaahd," he growled. His hands ran through my hair, clutching against my
skull, using my mouth as a hole for his pleasure. His thighs tightened as
he bent his knees, scooping his hips, pounding his waist into my nose, my
chin, my mouth. He was no longer my father, but instead a primal being,
bent on acheiving orgasm. My ability to breathe was getting more and more
stifled, but I was determined to make my dad feel good. Suddenly, I tasted
something familiar. A salty sweetness that drove me insane. It was my dad's
cum. He wasn't cumming, so it was the precum he'd made before. Any
discomfort I'd felt in my jaw, my lungs, my knees pressing into the hard
tile floor, was cast away from my mind. The smell of my dad's musk was
making me drunk, my eyes bloodshot and droopy, my own cock jolting and
bouncing, inches away from the floor. The sound of my stomach growling
rattled against my bones, mixed with his steady breath, and the sound of
his balls slapping and sticking to my chin. I was so hungry. I wanted his
cum. I needed his cum.

With one hand, I groped my dad's balls, massaging them between my fingers,
and stroked his warm cock with with other, milking pre-cum, desperate for
more. I realized, I needed more. I needed more now.

"F-f-fuggh," my dad groaned and whimpered. Looking up at him, his face
contorted and twisted, eyes squeezed shut, hands more forcefully clutching
my hair. "Seb. Keep goin'. Yer...doin' fuggin' great," he panted. I knew I
was near the finish, and couldn't let up any slack now. I tightened my grip
around my dad's wet shaft, suckled even harder on his meat, massaging his
balls with extra care. Strands of drool began to swing from my lower lip as
precum continued to leak onto my tongue which only made me more
ravenous. Sweat started to bead on my forehead, my neck, chest, spine, down
my navel.

"Mmph...mmph...mmmph," I grunted and moaned as I lapped up precum,
determination charging my muscles. I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Hoo god. Fuggin' Christ..." my dad started to wail. Pleasure strained his
voice, which drove me to work quicker,
harder. "Hunnnnnnnngh. Seb. SEB. FUCK. SEHHHGH." My dad cried out to the
ceiling, his feet shifting against the slick floor, heels digging into the
tile floor. Then, with one powerful thrust, the remaining four inches I
wasn't able to fit into my mouth, charged into my skull. I swallowed every
inch of my dad, his dick head punching through my tonsils, beyond what I
thought I could handle. My jaw was frozen. I sniffed what oxygen I could
get into my lungs, through a net of thick pubic hair that was now
smothering my face. My dad was completely down my throat. Rather than
struggle to breathe, I knelt before my father, drinking in what seemed like
pints of his hot cum. My Adam's apple bobbed up and down as I gulped down
each satisfying tablespoon of cum. "GAHD. HUNGH!" My dad's legs quivered,
as he doubled over me, stomach resting on my head, back arching over me. My
eyes, wet with tears, tried to see my father's face as he came down my
throat, but my vision was impaired by the shroud of my dad's dark pubic
hair. The fine, curly, musty hair that filled my nostrils, wreaking of my
dad's intoxicating scent. My dad's balls that normally hung low, were now
strapped to the side of my dad's cock, like magnets, skin sticking to my
chin. Dad wasn't letting go of my head as he pressed me tight against his
groin, suffocating me, filling me up with his cum.

"Hmmmmmph," I moaned in ecstacy as I enjoyed my meal, as my dad continued
to empty himself into me, which was most likely just maybe ten seconds, but
seemed to continue on for minutes.

"Ho fuck," my dad sighed, exasperated, exhausted. My dad finally let go of
my head. When he did, my stomach was full and satisfied, I slid my dad's
cock from my mouth, feeling skin raking against my throat, tongue, roof of
my mouth, and finally the head popping from my mouth like cork from a
champagne bottle. 10 inches of meat, glistening, and entangled with my own
saliva, bobbing twice more, twitching from my dad's orgasm. I sat, limbs
sprawled on the wet floor, my own cock throbbing. I managed to catch my
breath, chest heaving, vision blurry from my wet eyes. I faintly saw my
recovering Dad squeeze his cock, letting out deep breaths, extracting the
last few drops of cum. I crawled over on my hands and knees, my tongue
hanging from my mouth, hands climbing up my dad's thighs.

"Didn't get enough, boy?" Dad laughed. I looked up at my dad, mouth open,
pulling on his dick, putting the head plus two inches back into my mouth,
savoring the last few drops. My dad's legs tightened and spasmed. "Ha!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, gimme a sec," my dad said. "I'm pretty sensitive." I
wiped the rest of my drool from my mouth.

"You make a LOT of cum!" I said, surprised. He smirked when I said that,
and held out his hand. As I took it, he pulled me to my feet. I felt
instant relief from kneeling on the floor, and was glad to be standing. My
dad swooped down to my own cock, like an bird scoring a worm, running his
tongue around the sides and underside of my cock, causing me to cry out in
pleasure.

"Oh my God, Dad!" I wailed, hoarse from my dad's cock filling my
throat. The taste of his cum still on my tongue "Suck it!" Without
question, my dad swallowed my entire cock hole, my balls hugging his
chin. "UNNNNGH!" I moaned. His tongue coiled around my shaft, sending waves
of warmth through my entire body. My stomach, full of my dad's cum,
tightened. I knew I wasn't going to last long, my dad's grunting voice
sending vibrations down my shaft as he moved his mouth from the tip of my
cock all the way down to it's base.

"Oh, Dad," I whined. "Dad, I can't hold it." Our eyes met, Dad slurping on
my penis, kneading my balls, his arm reaching between my legs so that I was
straddling his bicep. "Ahhhgh, Daaaaahd." My dad was unrelenting, taking in
each inch of my cock, sucking vigorously on my skin. "I'm about to..." At
those words my dad stuffed my cock into his mouth, the full length of it,
pulling me into his face with his arm. "HAANGH! DAHHD! I'M...." The first
shot of cum came out of me like a gun, jolting my whole body, doubling me
over like a bear trap. "AHHH!" My dad, his voice a steady growl, kept
sucking on my cock, using a hand to jack me off, extracting the cum from my
body, swallowing everything I could produced.

"GAHHHHHNG," I wailed. I was overwhelmed. My legs were beginning to give
out. As the last pulse of my orgasm punched into my dad's mouth, my muscles
relaxed, causing me to crumble to the floor. My naked body flopping over my
dad's shoulder, my cock tangled into my dad's chest hair, my dad's arms
wrapped around my legs. He simply held me, like a sack of potatoes, as I
slowly fell into a state of unconsciousness. My breath steady, vision
fading, I drifted to a pleasure-induced sleep, cock trailing leftover cum
down my dad's chest.

--

When I was eleven, almost a year ago, I was challenged by my friend Michael
to swim from one side of the lake to the other. We both knew it was
impossible at our level, but the challenge exciting. Michael was a strong
swimmer for his age, and I suppose I considered him a rival. I wanted to
prove that I could at least put on a show of good distance. We agreed that
we would swim to the other side, a good 3200 meters of unsteady water,
rest, and then head back. If we couldn't make it to the other side, we had
to turn back.

On the word "Go" I dove in, and entered a focused meditated state. My
breathing was strong, and we'd started our race on a relatively calm
day. I'd gotten good at skating through water that had zero turbulence, and
today was a good day. Water was sliding off of me, with little effort. My
hands clawed through the surface. My legs danced as though I'd been warm
for hours.

At some point, most likely, as the water got to one of it's deeper parts, a
sharp pain shot into my left thigh. Something I hadn't felt before, and I
knew something was wrong. I stopped my swim, sinking into the water,
holding my leg. In realizing I was sinking, I tried pushing my way to the
surface, but the pain in my leg kept me from reaching it. I started
panicking, and flailing, my lungs getting tighter. I heard my dad's voice
in my head saying "You know I'll push you only as hard as I know you can
go." And it was true. Under his watch, somedays I felt like I wouldn't make
it, but I always did. "But, boy, sometimes, I think you push yourself
harder than you can handle. You gotta learn to pace and control." I knew
what he meant.

I felt an arm wrap around my torso, and yank me toward the surface. I
gulped down oxygen like I'd never be able to breath again. My dad was
carrying me to the coast, swimming while holding my head above water. By
the time we'd reached the coast, my dad was exhausted. I was crying out of
shock. Michael was standing nearby, nervously. He knew we were in trouble.

"Seb? Seb? Talk to me, son!" I coughed and moaned in fatigue. I was
breathing, scared, but breathing. "God dammit," he barked. "What did I tell
you about goin' out that far by yourself?"

"I-I'm sorry, Dad," I said, weak. He sighed, relived, frustrated.

"You push yerself," he warned. He helped me to my feet, my leg jolting with
pain. "Pulled a hamstring," he muttered. I limped home, using Dad as a
support. Him lecturing me the entire time about stretching, safety,
responsibility. I hung on every word, imagining myself out in the water
again like that, fighting for my life, thinking, what if he wasn't there to
save me?

--

I woke up on the couch to the sound of food sizzling on the stove, wearing
gym shorts, without a shirt. My dad moving pans to plates, fidgeting cooked
vegetables on the skillet, tossing discarded utensils into the sink. He was
wearing boxers and an old T-shirt. Looking out the window, it was dark
outside, so I must not have been asleep for that long.

"Dad?" I called over the sound of cooking. My jaw was slightly sore. I
opened and closed my mouth stretching the muscles, hearing a small pop,
feeling better. I swung my legs off the couch, which hitting the ground,
felt a little noodly. I waddled over to my dad. He was searing chicken and
vegetables. It looked great. Especially since all I'd had to eat today was
cum.

"Y'feelin' alright?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"

"Got tuckered out. Not too bad, though. Probably just need to eat
somethin'." He was speaking so nonchalantly as if this was any other
conversation. It made me feel normal. "Fix yerself a plate," he handed me a
dinner plate and a fork and knife. I stabbed a piece of chicken, chucking
it onto my plate, as well as scooping up vegetables. Broccoli, carrots,
cauliflower, peppers, all sorts of colors.

We were quiet at the table. Not awkward, just eating. I had a whole truck
load of questions I wanted to ask about what we did today.

"Dad? What are we doing tomorrow?" I was hoping he would just say, "sucking
cock", as if we could set aside a whole day to just sucking cock, but I'm
sure he had a plan.

"Welp," he said, shoveling chicken into his mouth, "We need to go into town
to get more groceries, get to know where we are. There's more t'see in this
town than back at the old house. They've got a big pool here." I perked up
at the sound of that. I hadn't gotten to swim in a few weeks because of how
busy we were.

"Like a REALLY big pool?"

"I don't know, son. That's why we're gonna go see." I'd eaten all on my
plate except the cauliflower.

"Dad?" I asked a little more nervously. "Why..." I searched for the right
words "Why did we do what we did today?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"Like...all of that?"

"Be specific, son." It felt embarassing to put it into words. "Remember
what I told you. My parents kept me in the ground on sex and never told me
anythin'. We can talk to each other," he wiped his mouth with a
napkin. "It's okay."

"Okay...Why did we jack off together. And why did we suck each other's
dicks?" Just saying those words made my dick start to stir in my shorts
again. "And do we get to do it again? And did I do okay? And how come you
cum way more than I can? And is there a way to..."

"Hold on, hold on," Dad said smiling. "Look, Sebastian," Dad stared
pensively into his plate. "At yer age, your body is changing, and sometimes
your brain, your heart, and your cock can't make sense of it all." Him
talking about my cock had me sprung to full attention, tenting my
shorts. "If I told you not to act on it, would you listen. Honestly?" I
thought about it. I would listen. I'd do what my dad told me to do. But he
was right. It would be miserable.

"I wouldn't be able to," I admitted.

"See?" he stacked his fork and knife on his plate, standing and taking it
to the sink. "That's normal." That word "normal". It brought comfort to me
knowing that I wasn't the only one going through this. The only one who was
focused on my erections. The only one who was horny, and learning, that I
might be horny all of the time. "Our bodies are programmed to have sex at a
certain age. No amount of morals, prayer, whatever, can change that," he
explained as he washed his plate, a twinge of scorn in his voice. It was as
if he'd been thinking about this for a long time. "We're animals," he
continued, "at the core of it, all we want is to mate." I nodded my
head. "Wouldn't it be better if instead of you having to go about all of
that alone, wouldn't it be better if you had someone who loved you to teach
you and walk you through it?"

He was right. It made sense to me. "I get it," I said.

"Have you done anything that you didn't want to do?" he asked, shutting the
water off.

"No, Dad," I said. "It's a lot of fun!" My cock twitched in my shorts. He
smirked at this.

"When you're 'having fun' like that, anytime you do something that you
don't want to do you just have to say 'stop'," he explained, "And then
it'll stop. You're in control, son." I couldn't picture ever saying "stop"
like that, unless it was like when I told my dad to stop sucking my cock
because I didn't want to cum yet. But I understood. "You push yerself," I
could hear my dad saying to me.

I took my plate over to the sink to wash, cock bouncing beneath my
shorts. Dad moved aside to collect the pans off the stove, noticing my
hard-on pressing against the kitchen counter.

"Looks like yer already awake down there." I looked down at my erection.

"Sorry, Dad," I said, shifting my hard on, trying to hide it.

"Don't be sorry, son," he said, piling the dishes into the sink. His dick
flopped out of his boxer shorts, smacking against the wooden cabinet he was
standing in front of. "Why don't you go upstairs, get ready for bed, brush
your teeth, and I'll finish up down here? I'll be up in a minute," he said
tugging on his dick.

"Okay!" I said enthusiastically, and took off, bounding up the stairs, cock
bouncing against my legs.

I tossed my gym shorts into the hamper, letting my cock take in the orange
light of my basketball lamp. After rummaging through my drawers I picked
out a pair of briefs to sleep in, and an old T-shirt that had a Stegosaurus
on it. I tucked my hard cock into the waistband to keep it from being too
protrusive. My stomach started to tighten up with excitement as a brushed
my teeth. My dad hasn't tucked me in, in years. I figured he thought I was
too old for it. I spit the toothpaste into the sink, and rinsed with some
water running from the faucet. I shut off the light, and headed to my room.

It felt like forever waiting in bed. I counted the dots on my ceiling
waiting for the time to pass, but couldn't stop thinking about the idea of
my dad coming up to say goodnight to me. Finally, I heard the sound of work
from the kitchen come to a close, and the thud of footsteps climbing the
stairs. I pull the sheets over my erection. My dad entered my room, bathed
in an orange glow. I'd admired him normally, but in this light, he almost
looked like a different person. The voice came from him was certainly the
same.

"Set for bed?" he asked softly, squatting to my side.

"Yep," I replied facing him. His eyes, dark and brown, pierced into my own,
and warmth shook my core. My room was warm to begin with anyway, due to an
apparent error in ventilation. It wasn't unbearable, but it was noticable.

"So," he said softly, "tommorrow, we'll go and see what the city pool is
like. I'd like to go early, if you can get up on time."

"That sounds good, Dad."

"Alright," he said, setting his hand on my thigh. My cock was pounding
inside my underwear. I wanted him to throw my covers off and grab my rock
hard meat in his hands. I licked my lips, hungrily, eying my dad up and
down. "Hey, have these blinds always been like this?" Dad stood up and
reached toward the window blinds above my bed. Frustration was building
inside me. I wanted to have more fun with my dad before bed! I looked up
and, sure enough, they were crooked, with one corner hitting the window
sill, and the other pulled toward the top of the window. "Here..." he
lifted his hands toward the string connected to the top of the blinds and
started fiddling with it. The blinds shifted to and fro as my dad tugged
its strings. I looked down and saw my dad's shirt lifted a bit to show the
bottom of his hairy stomach. The slit of his boxer shorts opened slightly,
and I saw the shadow of my dad's cock with in, within grasp. I stroked my
dad's sturdy and hairy legs as he continued fiddling with the blinds.

"Seb, why didn't you tell me these were so busted up?"

"I don't know, Dad," I said as I noticed his cock growing, snaking its way
out of the boxers. "I think they were just like that when we moved in."

"Well, yer gonna have sunlight pouring in at 6 AM if it doesn't get fixed,"
he said, irritated. I reached out to pet my dad's growing dick, that was
now only inches from my face. I glanced up at Dad and saw he was pretty
focused on the blinds. I could feel its warmth radiating onto my cheeks,
it's musty stench filling my nostrils. I opened my mouth, tongue drooping
slightly. "Almost got it, I think," he said, untying knots from the
string. I flicked the tip of Dad's cock with my tongue, just to get a small
taste. It still had its slightly salty, slightly tanginess. I wanted
more. By now my dad was as hard as he was in the shower earlier today. His
balls, slipped out of the slit of his boxers as well: two heavy eggs,
dangling from skin. My dad adjusted his leg onto my bed, so that he could
reach higher, and like a gift from heaven, Dad's entire full dick rested on
my face, from chin, to lips, to nose, to eyes, to forehead. I couldn't
resist any longer. I craned my neck and licked my lips so that my mouth was
directly in front of my dad's cock, and opened my mouth, allowing dad's
dick to slide between my lips.

"Hmm, looks like the string is derailed from the pulley." Dad propped his
leg up on my mattress, giving him some extra height and leverage, and
giving me greater access to his cock. His scent flew into my nostrils and
warmth poured over my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking in
inch by inch of his cock. As I took his warm meat, I took in breath, eyes
fluttering slightly at the taste. I twisted my neck and body to get into
position to take more of him in. His spongy head pulsed against my
tonsils. I was easily over halfway down his shaft. Dad was still fiddling
with the blinds.

I wanted him to pay attention to me! Not the blinds. I swirled my tongue
around his cock, gumming its soft head, letting my lips feel its thick
veins, my mouth soaking his skin with spit. I took to diving deeper and
deeper on my dad's cock, ignoring tenderness, and going straight to trying
to pleasure my dad, desperate for his cum once more. I bobbed my head up
and down on my dad's dick, and sure enough, he let go of the strings
distracting him and put his hands on the window sill, giving him more
balance, and started thrusting his shaft into my skull.

"Ahhh, son," my dad whispered, "your mouth feels so good." I acknowledged
by nodding, and gulping down more of his cock, his pubes starting to dance
against my forehead. Dad rested his hands against the headboard of my bed,
and started gyrating his hips, pushing his meat further into my mouth, down
my throat. I took sips of air to keep up with him, my spit polishing his
shaft. In this position, I wasn't able to do much else. My arms were pinned
down by the weight of Dad's legs and ass, his balls grazing my chin and my
throat. I grunted to keep from gagging on my father's spongy cock.

"You like that, Seb?" my dad hissed.

"Mmm-hmmph," I became more ravenous. I wanted more of him. I wanted to
swallow him whole.

"You want more, son?" he asked, holding the back of my head, tangling his
fingers through my hair. I nodded, cock in mouth. "Open wide," he
instructed. I did. I did the best I could. He pulled my head into his
waist, and I felt his cock start to snake its way down my throat. My eyes
widened, tears forming. I choked and gagged, air surging out my nose, mist
spraying Dad's pubic hair. My body flailed gently, back arching as Dad
clutched my head against his naval, cock twitching between my lips, tongue,
tonsils, throat. I whimpered slightly. I needed air.

Finally my dad relinquished me from his grasp, his cock spilling out from
my mouth, a web of drool connecting my lips to his dick. I coughed and
wheezed. My dad put his hand beneath my chin to see me better. My chest
heaved, gulping down breaths.

"Are you OK?" he sounded genuinely worried. I blinked away a few tears,
nodded my head, and glared at him, almost challenging him. I yanked his
cock toward my mouth once more, engulfing it with my mouth.

"Ahhhh," my dad cried out in pleasure. I continued locking my gaze on his
face. The idea that I was sending my dad into this amount of pleasure, only
excited me even more, encouraging to swallow every inch of him. A steady
drip of precum began to slide down my throat. That taste that I was now
craving more than any other food or drink, made my head swim. My own cock
pulsed and twitched, eager to release another load of cum. Dad started
straddling and humping my chest, his hairy ass painting my abs and sternum
with sweat, cock pulsing in and out of my hungry mouth. I gripped my dad's
legs drawing him closer into me, squeezing his firm butt. The bed began to
knock against the wall, as if the room had come to life, and my dad driving
his meat down my throat was the heartbeat. I swallowed drop after drop of
precum, keeping a good pace with my dad, controlling my breathing. I didn't
want him pulling out of my mouth anytime soon, no matter how sore my jaw
was, or how tired I became. Sweat formed at my temples, and trickled down
my neck. Drool collected in the corners of my mouth, lubricated my dad's
cock as it continued to pound into my skull. I whimpered in ecstacy, as if
I could cum just from sucking my dad's cock.

"Do you...want...me to...stop?" my dad asked between panting, still
thrusting into my mouth. I shook my head vigorously. Nothing could get me
to stop at this point. I held onto his cock protectively, like a toy I
didn't want to share. "That's my...boy," he grunted. Sweat started to
trickle down from his hairy chest and stomach, dripping onto my face. He
started arching his back, his thighs tightening, cock still in my mouth,
though it was getting away. I followed it like bait on a fishing line. My
dad, wiped his chest with his hand, then wrapped his hand around my own
cock, polishing it with his sweat.

"Oh, fuck, son," he groaned. His balls started floating toward the base of
his cock, tightening, ready to dump another satisfying load into my
stomach. "Yer gonna make me..." his breath became stifled. His grip around
my cock tightened. It felt amazing, but I was focused on getting a snack
before bed. "Yer gonna...uuuuraaagh," he roared, rattling my rib cage. His
hips spasmed, surging cum down my throat. His hoarse breath mixed with a
high pitched wail. It was music to my ears. I selfishly continued savoring
each taste of sweet cum, glazing my throat. His grip loosened from my hard
penis. He started to relax, and slowly pull his cock from my mouth. My
tongue glided against every milimeter, lips clinging on for dear life, not
wanting to say good bye. It plopped from my mouth with a hollow
pop. Another surge of pleasure shot through my dad, gasping, releasing one
last pulse of cum onto my chin.

I gazed at my dad through a sex-induced haze created in my warm room. Dad,
still mesmerized by his orgasm, drifted over to my own throbbing cock, and
lay on my bed, legs facing my direction, his cock still shining with my
spit, softening slightly. I wanted to stuff it back in my mouth again, but
I remembered what he told me the last time I did that. It was too
sensitive, so I left it alone. Dad with one hungry swoop took my whole cock
in his mouth, filling me with intense ecstacy.

"Gahhh!" I cried out, certain that I was going to cum right then and
there. He pressed his hand beneath my balls, near my asshole, applying a
pressure that sent waves of pleasure through my sign, sending me over the
edge. Dad kept slurping on my cock, efffortlessly. My legs started
shaking. The base of my cock started to tighten, electricity starting to
fire through my cock. My dad removed his mouth from my cock, and started
sliding his hand up and down. "Dad!" I cried out. "Dad, you're making
me...cuhhhm!" I whined. Small spurts fountained from my cock with Dad
lapping up anything he could find on my hips, thighs and navel. My breath
was labored and thin, my stomach tightened as he ran his tongue across my
skin. I panted, exhausted, my dad's cock still somewhat hard, with a bead
of cum formed at the head. I dabbed my finger on it, and sucked the juice
from it. I grabbed the skin of his cock, clutching it like it was a
security blanket. Dad squirmed on my bed, pivoting so that he was laying
next to me, his hand gripping my side. He spied his cum that still was
dangling from my chin. What he did next I couldn't believe. He wrapped his
mouth around my chin, sucking the cum off of it. He stared at me,
eye-to-eye. What was he doing? I thought.

Suddenly, he pushed his mouth against mine. His tongue pushed its way
between my lips. My dad was kissing me. He'd kissed me before, when I was
much younger. Just on the side of the head, though, never on the lips. I
always thought the only person he would kiss on the lips was my mother. I
tasted mine and his cum on his tongue, and I did my best to kiss him back,
but I wasn't very good. He moaned as his lips smacked against mine. The
stubble on his face scratched my chin and the sides of my mouth, burning
against my lips. His tongue wrestled with mine, and I could taste the cum
he'd just removed from my chin, which only made me hungry for more.

My dad pulled away, a smack punctuating the moment. I was dazed,
starry-eyed, and bewildered. Dad grabbed his boxers, wifebeater, and headed
for the door.

"Night, Sebastian," he said, "I love you, son." He flicked off the orange
light. I lay still, paralyzed by pleasure, body marred by sweat, my cock
still twitching ceaselessly. Dad closed the door, the taste of his cum
still on my tongue, and on my breath.

"I love you too, Dad."

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