Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 23:24:04 -0400
From: Head Game <headgame2010@gmail.com>
Subject: My name is Dante

My name is Dante and I am a 12 year old African American from
Philadelphia. I live with my Mom and Dad and my sister Kenya, who is 15
years old. I am 5 foot tall and 95 pounds. I have a chocolatey colored skin
tone, and a mini afro that I keep picked out and looking nice. I'm pretty
skinny for my age, and when you compare me to my father, you wouldn't be
able to tell that I was his kid, unless you really analyze my facial
features. My Dad and I have the same eyes, but my nose and lips are
definitely more like my Moms side of the family. My Mom and Dad have been
together since I was born, but my Dad isn't ever around very much. He's
usually working or out hanging with his friends. My mom used to get mad at
him a lot for not being home enough, but now-a-days she doesn't really give
him a hard time about it anymore. Ever since I was born my Dad has always
supported us all by himself. Mom always stayed at home and raised us and
Dad made all the money. But, recently things changed. Now that I'm old
enough to be home alone for a few hours each day, my Mom decided she wanted
to go back to work. I was pretty happy about it because Kenya is hardly
ever home so that meant I could spend my summer vacation doing whatever I
want.

	After about a week of being left home alone all day every day, my
sleep schedule changed. I began staying up really late and would sleep
until about 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I guess I was just naturally a night
person because when bed time would come, I never wanted to go to
bed. Instead I would stay up until around 1:30 when Dad would get home from
hanging out with his friends. By that time, Mom was usually in bed so she
could be up for work. One night, I was in the bathroom peeing when the door
suddenly opened and Dad came in and closed the door,

	"What up lil nigga?" He said as he hurried over to the toilet, and
began undoing his jeans.

	"My bad for just barging in, but I gotta piss real bad, "he
said. "I've had to go the whole way home."

	"It's cool," I said, watching him very closely. I'd never really
seen my Dad's dick before. I'd seen a lump in his sweatpants a couple
times, but that's about it. So knowing I was about to see his manhood gave
me an unexplainable excitement that I'd never felt before. Just as he was
about to pull out his dick, my piss stream had begun slowing down to a
dribble. Right when the last few drops fell from my little 4-1/2 incher, my
Dad pulled down the top of his boxers, and out flopped what looked like a
third leg. His dick was humongous compared to mine. He must've been 7-8
inches and it wasn't even hard. My Dad was uncircumcised like me, and he
had foreskin covering the entire head of his dick. I watched as he reached
down and peeled the foreskin back just enough to where his piss hole could
be seen. Then he unleashed a strong powerful stream of urine into the
toilet in front of me. I couldn't stop staring at his dick and my Dad
noticed.

	"Yo Dante, it ain't polite to stare at another dudes junk," he
said.

       I was in a total daze by that point. All I could do was keep staring
at his dick. I was still holding my own dick in my hand and aiming it at
the toilet, but I began squeezing the tip of my dick while staring at Dad's
and my own dick was starting to get hard. Suddenly, Dad took his other hand
and lowered his boxers some more to where his balls could be seen hanging
there behind his flaccid snake. His balls, just like his dick were huge,
and they had a light dusting of curly black hairs covering them. I was
still frozen in space and time, just staring at his giant meat. I noticed
that Dad didn't say anything else to me about staring at it, so I quickly
looked up at his face. He didn't have a readable expression on his face,
and I could not tell what he was thinking. He was just watching me stare at
his big dick. Then suddenly he stuffed his giant dick back into his boxers,
and pulled his pants up and closed them. Once his dick disappeared from
view, I began putting my own, now hard, dick back into my pants and walked
over to the sink to wash my hands, and Dad just left the bathroom. I heard
Dad going up the stairs to his room. Most likely to change out of his work
clothes, then he would usually come back down and sit in front of the TV
for a while before falling asleep on the couch. Then after about an hour,
he'd wake up and go up to his room and go back to bed.

       After a short while, he came back down wearing a pair of old gray
sweatpants, and a white tank top. I'd never really noticed my Dad's body
before, he was always just my Dad. But for some reason I began noticing
things about him, like how strong his body looked. He had strong arms, with
defined muscles, and a very nice chest. You could see the lumps of his pecs
outlined clearly in the white tank top he was wearing. His upper body had a
V shape that tapered down to his waist, and you could just barely see the
definition of his abs through the tank top. It wasn't often that I saw Dad
without a shirt on, he just wasn't the type of guy to show off his body,
but as I sat there thinking about it, I realized just how nice his body
actually was. He was a strong black working man, and I was beginning to see
him in a whole new way.

       "Yo Dante, turn off that xbox," he said as he sat down on the
opposite end of the couch from where I was sitting.

       "Okay," I said as I turned off the game system and put my game
controller away inside the cupboard underneath the TV. I then got up and
went and sat back down on the couch next to him.

       "Ain't you supposed to be in bed?" he asked.

       "Summer vacation," I replied.

       "Oh, that's right," he said as he pulled the lever on the side of
the couch, raising the foot rest. He then pushed himself back into the seat
and reclined into the sofa-chair, and began flipping through the channels
on the TV. After going through a couple stations, he found a program he
liked and settled in to watch. I would usually go to bed at this point, but
something inside me told me to just stay where I was. I guess after seeing
his dick in the bathroom, it was still on my mind and I wanted to be near
him. I too reclined my own sofa chair and got comfortable, and by doing so
I realized that my Dad couldn't see my face without turning his head, so I
took advantage of this by looking over his entire body. I studied the
tattoos on his forearms, and on the side of his neck, and noticed his
slightly over-grown facial hair, that he would surely trim the next day
before work.

       "Yo turn that light off, it's putting a glare on the TV," he said
suddenly, looking over at me. When he turned his head to look at me, I
could tell that he realized I wasn't watching the TV at all, but was
watching him.

       I reached over behind me and flipped the switch on the lamp, leaving
the room completely dark, except for the light coming from the
television. Then, as I settled back into my reclined chair, I looked back
over at my Dad and found that he was looking over at me with a
confused/concerned look on his face.

       "You aight Dante?" he asked.

       "Yeah I'm cool," I replied, avoiding his stare and watching the TV.

       I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had turned his head
and went back to watching the movie. After a couple minutes I glanced back
over in his direction and noticed that he was really into the movie on the
television and was watching intently. By this point, I myself had become
pretty interested in the movie (it was on HBO which means they showed a lot
more skin then regular channels) and I was watching it with him. The main
character of the movie was kissing a woman and ripping her clothes off of
her. The girl got completely naked and you could even see her pubic
hair. The guy was grabbing on her and getting rough with her but you could
tell she liked it as she was moaning and grinding against him, while taking
his clothes off. I glanced over at my Dad and noticed that his sweatpants
had a slightly noticeable bulge in the front. Once I noticed it, I
continuously stared at it, and could see it growing ever so slightly
beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. I was instantly hard as a rock.

       "Nigga ain't you spost' to be in bed?" he said, suddenly looking
over at me.

       I quickly turned my head back toward the television, hoping I was
quick enough that he didn't noticing me staring at his dick again. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw him look down at his sweatpants, flex his almost
fully hard dick, making it twitch in his sweatpants, then looked back at
me.

       "Dante, I asked you a question," he said with a stern tone in his
voice.

       "Yeah, I was just hoping I could watch this movie with you," I said
hoping he wouldn't send me to bed. I continued staring at the TV pretending
to be deeply interested in the sex scene that was still playing out. The
guy in the movie was kissing the girl, while playing with one of her
nipples. He then grabbed her hips and spun her around to where she was
facing away from him and bent her over. Then he pulled down his pants and
started fucking her. All you could see was the guy's ass pumping a few
times before the movie cut to a different scene. All the while, my Dad
didn't say anything else about me going to bed. I glanced back in his
direction and could see that his boner had gone down somewhat now that the
movie was no longer at a sexual point.

       "Yo know yo mama would have us both in trouble if she found out I
was lettin' yo ass watch this kinda shit," he said, glancing back over at
me.

       "I won't tell, I promise," I said.

       "You bet not," he said looking seriously at me, then back at the TV.

        We continued watching the movie, and every once in a while I would
glance over in his direction, and check on the lump in his sweatpants. Then
after about 20 minutes, the same dude in the movie that had sex with the
girl was talking to the girl's best friend who was a gay black guy. The
main guy asked the gay dude if he'd seen the girl, and he said he hadn't
because she was too busy fucking him (the straight guy) to call or chill
with the gay dude. The main guy laughed and said, "Yeah, she's getting real
good at riding my dick," then the gay guy said, "I bet you I could ride it
better." After a little back and forth about them keeping it a secret, the
gay dude began unbuckling the main guys pants, and dropped to his
knees. Once again, it wouldn't show any dick on the screen, but you could
see the gay guys head bobbing in front of the main guy, while the main guy
said, "Damn nigga, I ain't know you could suck dick that good. Fuck yeah,
suck that big ass dick."

       At this point, I glanced back over at my Dad who was still intently
watching the movie. I was trying so hard to see if I could make out his
lump in his sweatpants, but he had shifted his position a little bit, and I
couldn't make out his lump in his pants anymore. Without taking his eyes
off the TV screen he reached down and rubbed his dick with his hand, and
squeezed it a little before letting his hand rest over top of his
package. This sent a chill down my spine and butterflies into my chest. I
was already hard, and now I could feel my dick leaking precum from all the
visual stimulation between the TV and my Dad, and I too reached down and
massaged my 12 year old dick.

       Just knowing that my Dad was touching himself while watching a guy
give another guy a blow job had me so incredibly turned on. I was squeezing
my dick through my shorts while watching my Dad's hand ever so slightly
squeeze his own dick, while watching the screen. He moved his hand again,
readjusting his grip on his dick, and by doing so, I could see the head of
his manhood clearly outlined in the fabric of his sweatpants, and could
just barely make out a wet spot in the fabric where the tip of his dick
was. It was too much for me. With the combined stimulation my hand was
giving my dick, and the visual of the tip of my Dad's leaking hard-on, I
ended up climaxing right there. I could feel my dick pulsing as wave after
wave of orgasmic rush swept over my body. I felt about 3 small spurts of
cum shooting out of my dick and onto this inside of my underwear. A small
moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

       "Dante!" My Dad said suddenly.

       My eyes shot open and I looked over at him with a worried look.

       "Nigga is you gay?" he asked abruptly, looking me over with a
quizzical look on his face.

       "No," I said with a quickness.

       "Then why you over there moanin' n shit and rubbin on ya self?" he
questioned in a matter of fact way.

       "I wasn't," I said not know what else to say, knowing I had been
caught.

       "Yes you was nigga I seen you," he said narrowing his eyes at me.

       "So you been rubbing your dick the whole time this movie been
playin," I snapped.

       I could tell by the look on Dad's face that he wasn't expecting me
to say that. He paused for a moment before saying, "You was starin at my
dick the whole time this movie been on too, just like you was starin at my
dick in the bathroom earlier. I been around a lot longer than you lil
nigga, and I seen you had that look in your eyes when you was lookin at my
dick in the bathroom...like you wanted to touch it," he said.

       "No I wasn't," I replied. "I ain't gay!" I said, not believing a
word of what I was saying.

       "Whatever nigga, why the front of your shorts is all wet?"

       I looked down and sure enough, the cum in my underwear had seeped
through onto the front of my shorts. I was so embarrassed, I just got up
and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and put on some fresh
underwear than got into my bed feeling incredibly embarrassed. I felt so
stupid for being so obvious in front of my Dad to the point that I pretty
much jacked off and came sitting on the same couch as him, while staring at
his dick. I fell asleep a little while later reminding myself that Dad had
gotten hard, and was unconsciously squeezing his own dick while watching
the guy in the movie give the other guy head.

       The next morning, I woke up and brushed my teeth before going down
stairs to find Dad asleep on the couch. Mom had already gotten up and went
to work, so it was just Dad and I home for the day. When I walked into the
living room Dad was laying on the couch, hugging one of the small couch
pillows. He was passed out still, but his sweatpants were lowered just a
little bit to where you could see the top part of his pubes sticking out
above the waist line of the sweatpants. A little lower you could see the
outline of his dick again, which looked like it was semi-hard. I very
quietly got down on my knees next to the couch and leaned my head over his
dick. I put my nose right up to his exposed pubic hair and quietly smelled
him. He had a manly smell to him that sent a chill down my spine. I felt so
dirty sitting there smelling this forbidden smell, not just of a man, but
of this man...my father. I wanted him so bad, but was so afraid of him that
I couldn't bring myself to just start touching him. So, instead of stood up
and went to my room and jacked off. After I had cum, I went down stairs and
started making a bowl of cereal. Half way through, I realized that I had to
pee, so I went into the bathroom, pulled out my soft little dick and was
just about to start peeing when the door opened. Once again, in came my Dad
saying he really had to go. Just like yesterday, he walked right up to the
toiled and pulled the waistband of his sweats down, only instead of his
soft dick flopping out, his giant 10-11 inch hard-on swung out, weighed
down by all the blood built up inside it, and it swayed back and forth like
a pendulum over the toilet. He had just woken up off the couch, and I could
tell that he wasn't fully awake yet. I felt like I was starting to get hard
from seeing his boner, but I had to pee too, so I started pushing really
hard to make my pee come out, hoping it would keep my dick from growing, at
least until I could put it away. So my stream started flowing. Dad seemed
to be having some trouble peeing as he looked like he was pushing but
nothing was coming out.

       "Damn morning wood...I need to piss...if yo Mama wasn't always on
her fuckin period maybe I could take a piss in the morning." He said with
his eyes half-closed.

       I was staring intently at his meat, trying to engrain every detail,
curve, edge, vein, and ridge into my brain so I could remember this moment
later on when I was alone and could jack off. His uncut cock was completely
hard, and the foreskin was pulled back just enough to expose the tip of his
dick-head. I knew from yesterday that his foreskin normally covers his
entire head when he's soft, and he'd have to peel it back to pee. With his
dick being hard, his foreskin had peeled itself back just enough so his
piss slit was exposed. He was holding it at the base, allowing the full
length of it to be exposed to me.

       "See nigga, I told you you was gay," he said.

       I looked up at him and he was standing there with a half-smile
looking at me like he wasn't surprised.

	"I ain't gay," I said, echoing what I'd said to him last night on
the subject.

       "Nigga I'm standing here lookin at you squeezin on yo own lil
Johnson, lookin at my piece like you wanna suck on it," he said teasingly
with an arrogant tone to his voice.

       He was right, I had finished peeing and was squeezing my own dick,
and had my own lil hard on.

       I didn't really know what to do or say, so I didn't say anything. I
just stood there with my dick in my hand and kept staring at his big
prick. He was standing there watching me looking deep in thought about
something. Then without saying anything else, he pulled his sweatpants down
to his knees, lifted the bottom of his shirt up and over his head, tucking
it back behind his neck. Then, he put both of his arms behind his back and
just stood there.

       I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there taking his muscular
tattooed chest, abs, V-cut waist, wiry mess of pubic hairs, his giant uncut
cock swaying back and forth, and his big low-hanging hairy balls. They were
about the same size as walnuts, if not bigger.

       "Go ahead and get a good look my nigga, I know you been wanting to,"
he said. "I can tell by that look you got on yo eyes that you seein
something you like," he added as he jutted his hips forward in my
direction. I could feel my own eyes getting heavy, as my lust for his dick
overcame my consciousness. I reached a hand out towards his dick slowly. A
part of me was still scared he was going to yell or something, so I was
still a little hesitant, up until my hand made contact with his dick. It
was incredibly warm to the touch. I could feel his heart beat through his
cock, it was so hard.

       "Damn nigga, look how lil yo hand look on my dick," he said. I too
noticed how small his big dick made my hand look. I could not believe I was
holding my own fathers hard dick. Here we were standing in front of the
toilet, both of our dicks out, and I was holding his dick in my hand. I
wasn't stroking it or anything, just holding it...feeling its warmth, it's
hardness, it's power in my hand. This was a man's cock, and the only thing
I wanted was to pleasure it. I wanted to suck it, lick it, taste it, rub it
all over my whole body.

       "See nigga, I knew you wanted to touch it. Just like I knew you was
watching me last night during that movie starin at my dick...you a freaky
lil nigga ain't you?" he asked.

       I was in a complete daze at this point and all I could do was nod my
head, still lost in gazing at this incredibly big incredibly hard black
manly meat. The head was a perfect helmet shape, half-covered by his
foreskin. It was pretty thick too, and was the same size from the base to
the beginning of the head. The head flared out a bit wider than the rest,
making it look like a very well-proportioned dick.

       I suddenly noticed a clear drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. I
squeezed his dick at the base, and slid my hand toward the tip, milking it
for more precum.



	"Fuuuuuck lil nigga...squeeze on Daddy's big dick," he said. His
deep voice vibrated in my ears as he stood watching my small hand milk his
big dick.

       A big glob of precum oozed out of the tip and hung down from a thick
strand. He suddenly grabbed his own dick, and stepped closer to me, and
placed one hand behind my head. He brought his dick to my face and wiped
the precum across my lips.

       "Taste it," he said in a commanding voice, looking down at me with a
glazed over look in his eyes. I licked my lips, tasting his essence. It was
a mixture of sweet and salty, but I knew the second it hit my taste buds
that I wanted more.

       "Now lick it," he instructed. I stuck out my tongue and licked his
piss slit. Then I licked the entire exposed tip. Daddy then gripped the
base of his dick, and milked it towards the tip. When it did, more precum
came out, but his foreskin covered the entire head and hung over the
end. He held it like that, and I noticed the precum began dripping out of
the bunched up foreskin.

       "Get that juice nigga," he said. I stuck my tongue out again, and
caught the dripping precum, then moved my tongue inside the opening of the
foreskin, sucking the foreskin into my mouth with my tongue inside it. I
moved my tongue around tasting his dick hood, and moved my lips around the
tip of his dick, and began softly moaning.

       "Damn boy, you really hungry for this dick ain't you?" he questioned
as his dick twitched again.

       "I don't even care that you my seed nigga, I know you want this dick
and Imma give it to you," he said...his voice getting deeper with each
phrase, as he became overtaken with lust.

       "I been wantin a warm mouth to dump all this nut in nigga, an you
gon' get it," he said as he pulled my head forward...pushing his dick into
my mouth.

       "Open up them lil lips nigga, taste Daddy's biiiiig fuuuccckkkiin
diiiicckkk...move your tongue on it boy...suck it...you hungry nigga?" he
asked. "You hungry for this dick juice ain't you?" He placed both hands on
the back of my head and started pushing my head up and down his
dick...fucking my mouth. He pushed my head down til his dick hit the back
of my throat, and I gagged. He stopped trying to force it, as he knew it
was too big to go down my throat, but seemed to like watching me gag on it,
because he said, "that's right choke on it...it's big ain't it boy? That's
a grown man's meat you got in yo mouth right there, and it looks soooo
fuuucckiiiin gooood in that lil ass mouth of yours...daaaaamn boy," he
said. Suddenly he pulled his dick from my mouth, and shoved my face against
his balls.

       "Suck on them balls boy...use your tongue on em too...yeah, like
that," he moaned, again in that deep lust-filled voice.

       "Put it back in yo mouth," he said as he shoved his dick back in my
mouth. With one hand I reached up and began jerking near the base of his
dick, and the other hand I reached up and began playing with his balls. He
still was holding my head in his hands and was humping his dick into my
mouth.

       "Fuck boy, you gone to get all this nut in yo mouth," he moaned,
still pumping away. I could feel his big mushy head pushing against the
back of my throat, while the steel hard shaft glided against my lips and
tongue. I suddenly had the idea to move my tongue around his dick while he
was fucking my mouth.

       "Awwwwwww fuck nigga," he said as he slowed his pace, allowing
himself to feel more of my tongue moving around his cock while inside my
mouth.

       "Daaaaaaaamn," he said staring down at me with heavy eyes. He
suddenly pulled his dick from my mouth, looked at me for a few minutes,
then slapped it against my face.

       "You like this shit huh?," he asked with a somewhat cocky sound to
his voice.

	I nodded my head and moaned, "mmmm hmmmm." He slapped his dick
against my face again and this time a moan escaped my lips right when it
hit my face. He then grabbed his cock by it's base and began smearing it
all across my face. Then he started grinding his balls against my face
while slapping my forehead with his dick.

	"That's right nigga, love this big dick...I know you been wantin it
nigga...get that dick...feel it on yo face nigga...yeeeeaaaahhhh...you like
ya Daddy beating his meat on yo face don't you?.....fuck boy...been lookin
at my dick like a wet pussy bitch be lookin at it...wantin me to deep dick
that pussy and throat...nigga imma give this shit to u cause u want
it...imma own yo lil throat nigga...you gon be my lil dick sucka...lickin
an suckin on my shit when I want it...fuck yeah nigga...lick it...lick it
all over. Kiss on it too...yeah...nigga you bout to get a big ass nut..."he
was saying while slapping my face with his hard cock, and smearing his
precum over my lips.

	"Alright now open back up," he said as he shoved it back into my
mouth. I once again began tonguing the underside of his dick, and playing
with his foreskin with the tip of my tongue. I then pulled his dick out
again and began sucking on his balls and moving my tongue all around his
balls again. I can't explain how sexually fulfilled I felt there on my
needs, with his balls in my mouth, and his big giant adult cock resting on
my face. I felt as though I were home, and this was where I belonged.

	"Come on nigga suck ya Daddy's cum out...suck it out," he said
guiding his dick back into my mouth. I started sucking and found a rhythm
that wasn't too fast or too slow and began going down as far as I could. A
couple times I felt the head start to slide down the back of my throat but
I'd start to gag and had to stop. I noticed that every time that happened
though, Dad would flex his dick and it would get steely hard.

	"Oh nigga, I been wanting a warm mouth to dump all this nut in," he
said short for breath.  "Oh fuck nigga...yea boy suck that big fucking
dick...suck on Daddy's big dick...niggas bout to feed you some cum...yeah
boy get that cum...I know you hungry boy...I know you thirsty...I wanna
watch you swallow it all down nigga...make sure you know how Daddy's nut
taste...fuck here it come lil nigga,"

He said as he gripped my head and pulled my mouth down on his cock. I felt
his head enter my throat and then I could feel the shaft sliding down
further than it had ever gone. I was almost as though he pushed past my gag
reflex, and I just held my breath there, feeling him shoot his cum down my
throat.

"UUUNNNGGHHH UNNNGHH UUUUNNGGHHH," he moaned with every blast of seed that
shot down my throat.

"Yeah nigga, eat that cum boy...I know you like it...that shit'll make you
a strong man like me...swallow it all. Wait," he said suddenly pulling his
dick from my throat, to where the head of his cock was on my tongue,
dribbling the last little bit of thick white cum.

"Taste me," he said looking into my eyes. "Now that you know what I taste
like, you ain't allowed to taste anyone else, just me," he said with a very
serious look on his face.

"And you ain't allowed to talk about this to anybody...eva nigga. Not
ever," he said pulling his dick from my mouth. He pulled his pants up,
turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me there on my knees
holding my dick. I looked down at the floor and realized I had cum all down
the side of the toilet. I got a rag and wiped up the mess, then cleaned
myself up before leaving the bathroom and heading to my room. I jacked off
about 5 more times that day thinking about what had happened, and hoping
like hell it was going to happen again soon...



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