Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 07:52:40 -0500
From: Bob Roberts <bobroberts0009@gmail.com>
Subject: Lobbyist's Son, Part I

This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that
have happened in my life.  It involves a minor willingly engaging in sex
with his father.  If that bothers you, or if you should not be reading this
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Part I:

My father is a lobbyist, and a very successful one.  I'm 22 now, and he's
been doing it since before I was born.  And like many ultra-successful men,
behind closed doors he's got a hypocritical dark side.

I've lived in D.C. since I began school.  My mother is here off and on for
a couple of months of every year - mainly for shopping or big social events
- but the rest of the time she lives back home.  I'm here because the
schools are better, or perhaps because they're more exclusive.

Looking back, I know my father started grooming me for sex as soon as it
was just me and him living here.  Nothing actually happened until I was 10,
but as early as age five he would have me give him nightly shoulder and
neck massages.  When he would get home in the evening he would head to his
study and I would be called to give him a rubdown.  He would usually be
stripped already to nothing but his boxers and his Rolex, with maybe an
unbuttoned dress shirt still on.  Cigar in one hand and Crown & Coke in the
other, he would relax on the couch and I would do my thing.

For the record, I don't particularly like my father.  He's not an admirable
man, but at the same time he's all I know.  And I hold no resentment about
the sex.  He groomed me for it - used me perhaps - but I've been attracted
to men for as long as I can remember.  I always enjoyed the sex with my
father even if he was a jerk about it.

He was 51 when we started.  He was fit then and still is, spending a lot of
time at gyms.  Decently defined hairy chest, bald with a very short
haircut, and mainstream Caucasian good looks that serve him well
professionally.  And a great cock to suck.  Average length, thick, fatter
in the middle, tapering up to a gorgeous mushroom head.  He was what was
available to me as a horny ten-year-old and I was more than willing to play
along.

During the almost nightly massages, I know now that he would watch me
closely for signs of arousal and willingness to go further.  And he would
occasionally scope me out during or after a shower, checking for signs of
puberty.  When I was ten, I started to sprout a small amount of pit and
bush hair, my cock started to grow a bit, and I regularly began sprouting
little boners at massage time.  One night, having downed a couple of
extra-strong Crown & Cokes, he made his move.

Throughout that massage, he rubbed his boxers more than normal.  I was
accustomed to seeing the outline of my father's boner pretty much every
night, but this time he finally got up the balls to whip it out.  First
occasion I'd ever seen it in the flesh, and fuck it was gorgeous.  He shook
the 6.5" at me and told me to put it in my mouth.  Very willingly, I
complied.

The smoothness and the taste of his cock was amazing.  I'll admit I'd been
fantasizing about it for a while by then.  Finally I had it in my hands and
mouth.  I didn't completely know what I was doing, of course, but I got the
hang of it quickly.  Be careful with my teeth, suck gently but not too
gently, all the while stroking him rhythmically as if I was working my own
boymeat.  After five or ten minutes' experience blowing my first cock, I
learned to go most of the way down on him, at least past the thick
midsection of his dadpole, to where the mushroom head would hit the back of
my throat.  That was the moment where I had him.  Cigar clenched his teeth,
clouds of thick smoke enveloping both his face and mine, my asshole of a
father moaned in pleasure.  "Yeah, you fuckin cocksucker.  Suck your
daddy's big thick dick.  Gimme what I fuckin deserve.  I'm gonna make you
drink this big fuckin load, you little pussy."

Hearing my father talk to me like that just sent me into overdrive.  Some
ten-year-olds would probably have started crying, but not me.  I knew what
cum was - I was already regularly shooting clear loads of my own - and I
wanted to see and taste the load of a man.  My sucking became faster and
furious, teasing the head with my tongue and skillfully jacking him like
the natural I was even at that young age.  As my father's moaning and
cursing got louder and more frequent, I lowered my left hand to jack my own
three inches in rhythm with the sucking of my father's cum gun.  With his
Rolex-wrapped arm holding the back of my head, my father roughfucked his
boy, drilling the back of my virgin mouth with his now-leaking mushroom
head.  "Yeah, boy.  All the money I make, all the shit I do for you, it's
about goddamn time you started doing something in return.  Mmm, fuck, you
got a hot mouth, boy.  I'm gonna be dumping in there every fuckin night
from here on out, you goddamn little ... ah, awww, oh, FUCK ..."  My
father's first release inside me began.  One small spurt, then another,
then a larger one, then two even bigger.  I swallowed as much as I could,
feverishly jacking my own cock as I shot a clear pool of boycum onto the
floor.

Having just given my father the best blow job he'd had in quite some time,
you'd think a "wow" or a hug or a kiss or an "I love you" would be in
order.  Nope.  Cold, unappreciative prick that he is, my father just
immediately told me to go get a rag and clean up the carpet.  I didn't
really mind.  Hell, I'd just had sex.

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This story will be continued with a few more chapters.  Roles and balance
of power will shift considerably.