Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 20:10:56 +0000
From: enema champagne <champagne.enema@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad Behaviour (1)

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Dad Behaviour (1)
by SonShine

Let me tell you about my relationship with my Dad, and let's hope your
hand is on your cock keeping you a heartbeat away from blowing your load,
like mine is. I'm my Dad's bitch - when he needs release, I give it to
him, or he takes it from me. Roughly, without warning, whenever. Dad's a
big man with strong hands and he loves to be in control. Maybe it's the
way he raised me or maybe it's the feeling of his balls pressed against
my chin but when he's using me for sex I'm overcome with a combination of
gratitude and excitement.

Like most healthy middle aged men Dad likes to start the day with a
blowjob, so I sleep in his bed and wake up early to peel back his
foreskin with both hands, lap at his cock and suck him awake, keeping my
face pushed into his sweaty black pubic hair until he squirts a load into
me with a great deep grunt. Little things about him turn me on - just a
glimpse of his hairy forearms or the way his tightywhities hug his balls
will start a wet patch in my trousers.

When Dad gets in from work he reaches for his flies with one hairy hand
and the back of my head with the other. He's trained me to say what he
wants to hear so I'm asking him for a mouthful of thick daddy cock as
he's hauling it out from the confines of his warm-smelling boxer shorts,
pushing suit trousers, jeans or shorts down his powerful hairy legs.
Sometimes he wants it the moment he's inside the front door, leaning back
against it with a sigh, sometimes he folds his hands behind his head on
the recliner or the sofa in the front room and urges me to take him
deeper and suck him harder while he reaches for the cold beer I've been
sure to leave on a coaster nearby.

A couple of times a week Dad will drive me to school and beat me off into
my underpants on the way. His strokes are rough and brutal and he doesn't
stop til I spurt helplessly into his hand, squirming in his grip. He has
me kiss his package or his balls or arsehole several times a day. I
haven't arrived at school without the smell of his cum on my breath in
three years. Sometimes he wants to be rimmed at work and will have me
pulled out of school on a hastily-made-up pretext, driven to his office
to lick my way deep into his hairy arse cleft, soaking my face in his hot
crease while I pull on his cock like a trombone player.

Sometimes he holds the head of his cock against my arsehole and whispers
what a good boy I am in my ear, increasing the pressure on my arse as his
words creep into my mind, telling me to relax and let daddy in, easing
himself inside me, his hot meaty dick advancing into me as I freeze in
his arms. He likes to fuck me up against a wall with one hairy hald
clamped firmly over my face, greasy with sweat as he strains to sink his
cock to the balls and slip it out to the very tip, stifling the
frightened, pleasured sounds of me surrendering to him completely. I
always struggle to be free so that he'll grip me tighter.

When his cock's standing proudly up inside me, stretching me past
comfortable, he'll let go and lean back, so that I'm pressed up against a
wall just by the presence of his hot manhood, the paint cool against my
damp face, up on my toes with his steel-hardness connecting us and the
only sound in the room our laboured breathing.

Sometimes he films me worshiping his cock, capturing the bliss on my face
as I lick his foreskin til it shines, cleaning his tool in preparation
for him to fuck me. I thank him for choosing me, for permitting me access
to the dark forests between his legs and under his arms. I praise the
thickness and length of his dick, the rich sweetness of his clear precum.

Sometimes before he forces his dick into me Dad likes me to swallow a
gallon or two of his piss. He holds my face up as I kneel for him and
commands me to look in his eyes while I gulp and gulp, my mouth filling
up again and again. The wait for his piss to start flowing is
unfathomably exciting and I have been know to cum in my pants even before
the first hot splash hits my tongue. Sometimes he'll text me at school
saying he needs a piss and he'll hold it for me. This is my cue to race
home after my last class, drop to my knees and guzzle at his crotch as he
unloads his salty dad piss, sometimes with a look of slight disgust on
his face. Since he started doing this I've developed a raging thirst for
it, and often sniff his pants or beg to lick his cock clean if I think
it'll be wet and pungent with his strong urine.

Every now and then Dad will be pumping energetically into my face and
he'll ask if I want it in my mouth, if I'm going to swallow, even though
he knows the answer. He'll pull out of my throat and press the fat wet
head of his dick against my lips and I'll reply yes Daddy, please. I'll
lick the underside of his dick, breathe in the hot adult smell released
from his musky pubic hair, and wait. If he doesn't slip the bulbous
swollen cockhead between my stretched lips and beat off onto my tongue,
he'll resume the father-son facefuck, getting off on the tightness of my
throat swallowing on the hypersensitive ridge of his glans. Sweat drips
off his face onto mine and we enjoy the moment, until he begins to look
pained, then pleased, and his stiff dick swells in my mouth, his foreskin
drawn back, balls creeping up tight, his hands finding a firm hold on the
back of my head, and then he'll grunt and freeze. The first spurt will
shoot into my mouth in a hot flood, and then he unfreezes, launches his
cock forward and slow-dicks my mouth, unloading in powerful shots,
emptying himself with great relief as if he'd been carrying the burden of
his thick unspent sperm around his whole life. His face relaxes,
brightens into a smile, he laughs and ruffles my hair and winks as I lick
my Daddy clean.