Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:30:26 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Training Sessions with my Dad #8

Ninety percent of this scenario is based upon my true life experiences and
is told for the personal pleasure of similarly inclined adults. Be
forewarned, it covers W/S, Teen sex--not incest--, scat, etc.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
Author: Hugh Sacks or Scatty


Training Session 8      Suckin cock /2nd Food.

There was practice time between these training sessions but that didn't
mean that we didn't have physical contact between them.  It might be boring
to read about every one of them. Some were so short they could be mentioned
in one paragraph.

One time, mom and dad were going out to some celebration and were all
dressed up.  Dad came back up stairs to get his wallet and saw me studying
at my desk, casually playing with myself and he stepped into my room,
unzipping his pants as the approached me and his cock simply sprang out and
headed toward my mouth as though it knew what it was to do.

"I gotta empty my bladder before we start for our celebration. I don't like
to waste it by pissin' in the restaurant urinal.  Here,... this'll relieve
me and give ya something to work with while we're gone."

I casually swallowed it all down, hardly changing my position, and thanked
him.

Another time when we were at the movies with Darrell and his family; the
girls were together at one end of the row and the guys were on the
aisle. We'd pretty much gone through our drinks and were finishing up our
huge bucket of popcorn.  Without saying anything to one another, I slipped
my almost empty drink cup `teen my legs and pissed away into the remaining
ice. It's a very easy thing to do as I wore no underpants and my cock was
readily available simply by reaching for it through my shorts. Fortunately
there was a lot of noise from the movie so if there had been any sound of
pissing it would not have been heard.  I put it in the cup holder between
dad and me and suspecting what I'd just done, he tasted it.  Then he
managed to duplicate the act and I was able to drink his while he placed my
cup in the holder next to Darrell.  That was the first time I'd ever had
ICE COLD piss and it really is good. The thing that really surprised me
was, as we were leaving the theater, Darrell commented on good the drinks
were at this movie 'cause he really enjoyed the last of his.  He and dad
had smiles on their faces as the girls babbled on about a love scene in the
move.

And there were many occasions we both made use of the sports bottles we
stored in the garage. I never went on a bike ride, to a friend's house or
to Scouts without one.  Sometimes they were frozen but in less than a half
hour, there was enough to sip on.  Once a buddy mistakenly drank from mine
and spit it out, saying it was rotten.  I tasted it and agreed, spilling it
out and saying that it was Gator Aid that I'd kept in the frig to long.

But I babble...

I'd accomplished a lot since the last session and was anxious to
demonstrate for dad.  Every morning, before gettin' outta bed, I'd flip my
legs over my head and simple relieve myself of all the piss that had
fermented in my body all night. My control was so good that I never wasted
one drop by spilling it on the sheets. Mom would never smell piss aroma
from my sheets.

AND I was able to jack off, directly into my mouth It would be some time
before I was able to get my cock into my mouth and suck it off----but that
did happen later that year and I've been doin' it ever since.

While I seldom needed any additional stimulation, dad had slipped me a
couple of simple magazines that had sexually stimulating images.  By
today's standards they were pure vanilla, but back then, they worked.  It
was just difficult to know were to secure them.  Sometimes, I'd forgotten
where they were.  It was inconvenient to secure them in the drawers of the
garage so I just kept them within old school note books on the bottom
shelf.

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The menu for this evening called for fresh corn on the cob, hamburgers and
the crescent lemon bars mom and I had made the past weekend.  Because it
was the first corn of the season, I took four ears and shucked them,
pulling off every last strand of corn-hair.  It's one think to get a stand
of pubic hair in your teeth while fooling around down there but there was
no sense in dealing with it from corn.  I'd set the table and gone into the
F.R. to await his arrival.

Trying to emulate one of the hot pics from a hot guy magazine I had, I
positioned myself in the recliner.  When he walked in he found me watching
T.V. The chair was slightly opened.  I was leaning back with one arm over
my head resting on the top of the chair. One leg was dangling over a chair
arm; the other leg in a normal position, on the extension of the chair. I
had a drink in the other hand. My cock and balls, what there was of them,
was exposed for all to see.  I had a smirk on my face because something
funny was happening on the T.V. but dad took it to mean I was enticing him
to do something to this awaiting, flirting, body.

Then he did a most unusual thing.  I'd never really seen him strip so
slowly, so seductively. It was as though he was doing it in slow motion and
I sat more upright in the chair with my legs sprawling straight out and my
arms hanging over the sides of the chair. I hadn't touched my dick yet; it
was slightly standing up.

He started right in the middle, removing his belt with a snap and dropping
his jeans and slowly, by gyrating his hips, he slid his jock strap down,
exposing his cock and balls and without touching them, just made them swirl
around, clockwise, as he stepped out of his strap.  When he bent over to
undo his work boots, he turned and as he lifted one leg, this balls swung
one way and when he lifted the other leg, they swung the other way.
Somehow he was able to make them jump up and down, one at time. They hung a
good 6 inches from his groin.

While I wanted to flipped the chair up and leap for them, I was patient,
wanting him to come to me.  He did.  He fell over me with both hands
reaching for my non-existent tits and his mouth directly on to my hardening
cock.

"What cha got for me, baby?"

"Two days of cum and one day of piss.  Which do ya want first?"  "Oh the
piss!  I've got other plans for your cum. I've got two days of both to
share with you too."

And then he really got into it.  His hands were flattening out the
recliner, repositioning my hips so my cock would go straight up into his
mouth.  This was the first time he'd ever sucked on my boner for the task
of drinking piss.  His mouth was so tight and his sucking motion so strong
that I had all I could do to keep from shooting but I did have a full
bladder of piss and I was glad to share it---saving my, royal juice, cum,
for a later demonstration.

As I, we, were almost finished he repositioned his hands behind my thighs
so they'd push my knees up and over my chest, exposing my ass. He was
drinking all this time. I finally gave him all the piss I had and moaned in
satisfaction.  He released my cock and licked his way down to my ass,
slobbering saliva along the way.  I've felt fingers on my asshole, mine,
but this was the first time I'd ever felt a tongue and it felt
spectacular. His tongue was coarse; my virgin asshole, tender.He could do
that for another hour, at least.

The minute he removed his face and tongue, I shouted, "MY TURN !"

He fell back on the carpet with his knees in the bent, upright, position
and I flipped from the chair and fell, face first, right on to his cock `n
balls.  How many times do I have to say how much I love the smell, aroma,
taste, of this human being.

I was able to get a good amount of his semi soft cock into my mouth.  I'd
been practicing with various size bananas and it worked.  I was able, with
the right motivation and breathing, to even let it slide, for a second,
into my throat.  But I still hadn't mastered the art of sucking the way
he'd just done to me, but I did give it one hell of a good effort.

Dad's piss came slowly so I had a lot of time to suck, milk, his hose.
Drinking, delivering, piss is a much longer process than shootin' cum but
even with that, it's the smells, aromas, touch and feel of another body
that makes the whole process so memorable and enjoyable.  And another thing
I just learned: Once I've emptied my bladder it can be refilled immediately
but after I've shot my load of sperm, I get an exhilarating yet exhausted
feeling and I can't deliver again for several hours; my dad says it takes
him almost a day, unless he's really turned on.

Again, we seemed to know what the other one wants and he brought his knees
up to his chest, exposing his ass.  The only difference was that his thighs
seemed to spread apart, exposing his shit hole.  I'd never been this close
to this part of him or for that matter, anyone else's body.  There was a
lot of dark, soft, hair on his cheeks. The smell was familiar but the
configuration of outer, dark brown ring and the inner deep, flesh pink, was
all new to me.  There were a lot of small creases or folds in the ring and
as he made it open and close, they disappeared and reappeared as though
they were smiling at me or saying, `come on in---the shoot is fine'.

The best I could do was lick it as I imagined he'd licked mine.  His had a
lot more texture and ridges, where mine was flat.  There was a slightly
sour taste to go along with the usual smell but other than that, it all
seemed so normal.  Can't believe I'm saying that.  What the hell is normal
about licking another mans asshole, especially your dad's.

He didn't let me lick his ass as long as I'd let him lick mine but he
dropped his legs down and locked them around my waist, putting me in a
strangle hold.  As I squirmed to get free, he tightened his hold, and I
felt really trapped.  That was the first time I'd felt that much of his
power over me and I wasn't sure I liked it, but of course I would never
indicate that. That was the closest I'd come to saying `Uncle'.

I did reach up and pinch his nips and that gave him such pleasure that he
released his strangle hold.  Then he rolled me over and gently sat on top
of me and began to tickle me until giggling turned into gagging and my eyes
were wet with tears.  I just loved those spontaneous outbursts.

He rolled off and stood up, pulling me up with one arm, saying,

"I looked at the menu this morning and it couldn't be better for what I
have in store as a training session: Meal preparation number two.

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He was pleased to see that I had the corn ready and the table set.

"When the water boils, add some milk and slip in the corn.  Glad to see
you're hungry and cleaned two ears apiece.  I'll put the burgers on the
grill.  Both were done at the same time.  I put the corn on a plate and dad
came in with the burgers.

As he stopped to give thanks for the food and day he began working his
cock, all of which seemed so very strange to me but I just stood there
wait-ing to see what was gonna happen.

"Hold the burgers next to the corn." I did.  "This is the guys' favorite
way of eatin' corn and burgers.  Don't need to carry all those spices and
sauces to the lodge when it's all built into your body."

And with no further explanation he began to grunt and swear.  "Com on you
little fuckin' son of a bitch.  "Give your daddy your sweet cream.  "POP
for your daddy---show my son what `cha got up this fucking cannon !"

And with that he froze and with a strangle hold on the base of his cock he
aimed it toward the corn and a large, long, stripe of cream shot from his
cannon and landed on the full length of an ear of corn. The next shot went
up the next ear until cum had covered each ear.

He gave his rod one more painful yank, smashing his fist into his balls and
sent the rest of his cum to cover the two burgers.

I was in awe !  I'd never seen or thought that that much cum could come
from one body.  To date, as much as I'd practiced, developed, it was more
in the way of seeing how soon ya could repeat the act, not in developing
additional quantity.

"OH, it feels soooo good to release that. I've been holding back just to do
that and it worked. It also makes me very hungry; let's chow down !"

I didn't know which to start on; they both looked so fuckin' hot.  I chose
the corn `cause the cum seemed to be dripping down the side and I wanted to
spread it around to the other side. So with my tongue, I twisted the ear
around, spread- ing cum all over the corn.  It was amazingly perfect as cum
is salty and that's what ya usually put on it after it's buttered.

It was a shame to cover up the burger but that makes it easier to eat and
sure enough, I could taste that cheesy, salty, taste you'd have with a
cheese burger and catsup.

While I wanted the meal to last longer, we were both so turned on by what
had just happened and what we'd thought might be happening this evening
that we just plowed through dinner, with very little conversation. There
was some reference to other things that were specially cooked at the lodge
but I didn't understand much of it.

"Darrell's stopping by after his family has dinner, maybe for dessert.  He
knows a lot about what we've been doing during these training sessions and
I hope he will be able to demonstrate things that I can't do.

"While sex is a common topic of conversation around the shed, there is NO
mention of the extent to which we are able to do things and that is just
fine.  With your age, it would be too much of a temptation for them to get
involved, positive-ly or negatively.  Howard, sometimes called Cookie,
because he's the best cook of the bunch, has a real hang up about children
and their attractiveness to adults.  Apparently he was abused as a very
young boy.

"Darrell has hounded me since our last session making it the topic of
conversation of every day. He knows enough to keep it very private and
discrete.  He and Diane, his wife, are thinking they may take in her nephew
while his mom is serving a jail sentence.  They haven't heard from his
father in years.  The kid is amazingly stable considering what he's going
through. They're afraid he might succumb to the pressures of the street and
loose it all.  He wants me, us, to be involved if they are able to make
this happen.  Mom is happy to be involved as she sees so many such young
men come into the emergency room, shot or doped up."

And just then the door bell rang.

"Answer the door, but look out first."  That was because we are all so
accustomed to running around the house naked that we often forget and
answer the door and if turns out to be the UPS man or another delivery
person, there might be some explaining to do.  There's always a surprised
look on their face but I've never seen or heard one of them being appalled.

Besides which, mom has strategically place at each door a cafkin which we
can slip into in a second. (It's a robe from India which can be worn with
or without a belt/tie.  If ya hold your arms out and drop a sheet with a
slit or hole in it, for your head, you'd look like a square piece of
material.)

We didn't expect Darrell to ring the door bell but after what had happened
the last time, I guess he thought it would be safer.  It was Darrell and I
let him. He gave me a big hug and patted my ass saying,

 "Love the naturalness around this house."

When I saw that it was Darrell, I didn't put the cafkin on.  He followed me
into the kitchen and then he hugged dad but added one hell of a good smack
to his ass.  That was a bit of a surprise.

"See you've finished dinner.  Hope I haven't missed dessert."

"NO.  Get the cookies, son.  I'll get some drinks."

I thought for sure he'd get beers but instead he brought the pisorange
juice from the frig. I put the plate of crescent lemon cookies on the table
and sat down while dad poured the juice. Darrell immediately took a sip and
sighed,

"Now that's refreshing!" with a grin on his face as he looked toward me.

"Can't stand to see you in the raw," and he, again, ripped off his short
and shirt, leaving on his work boots.  He did it so fast; I never saw where
they went.

In this much brighter kitchen light he looked amazing.  He was tan but no
darker than any of the Floridian's I'd seen on the beach.  The one thing
I'd never seen anywhere else was the size and length of his cock.  How he
held all that in those rip-able shorts I'll never know.

We each just sat there casually playing with ourselves, talking about where
we were in our training sessions with dad praising my achieve-ments.  I
praised dad for this evening's meal creations and Darrell alluded to the
meals they have at the lodge, hoping it wouldn't be to long before I'd be
able to join them.  He explained that it was just some of the bachelor men
who had hang ups about kids who couldn't drink, being around when they
wanted to get drunk.  Now that part I did understand.

Dad changed the whole direction of the conversa-tion with,

"Darrell's black, Jamaican, heritage affords him special characteristics
that are the envy of most `white' men.  Though not every black man can do
what he can do, it's fortunate that I have him as a friend," and with that
they stood up and stood over the cookies, both beating their meat.

I'd never seen anything like it although I'd fantasized about seeing all
the guys in the locker room whacking off at the same time--sort of a
competition to see who could come first or hold out to cum last and by so
doing, enjoying the competition.

"Darrell's here to decorate your cookies," dad said as he stopped jackin'
off and placed the plate of cookies in front of Darrell.

Darrell is a silent shooter; totally in control and not needing any of that
verbal banter to get charged up.  My eyes were glued on the action taking
place before me.  While dad could get both of his hands on his cock shaft,
the only thing ya could see was his cock head.  With Darrell you'd probably
be able to see yet another third of his cock.  As his very smooth, gentle
looking hand, rode the length of his pole, it pulled a good two inches of
foreskin away from his cock head and ya could see the dramatic color change
between the slightly darker brown skin and the very pink, thin, inner skin
with it's pulsating veins. I was trans-fixed to say the least.

I could tell he was about to shoot `cause his stomach was rippling and he'd
stopped pumping his rod.  He had some magical way of distributing his semen
in very small spurts and have them accurately cover every single cookie.
How he did it, I do not know, but as each spurt landed on its target, it
seemed to arc in the shape of each crescent cookie.  Amazing...absolutely
amazing ! !

"Here, wanna finish it off," he said pointing his cock to dad.

And sure enough, dad's mouth encased the head of the still pulsating cock
and from the way his balls were dancing, I could only surmise that dad was
getting the remains of the act.  But then he did a surprising thing.

While he was bobbing his head up and down on Darrell's shaft, he pulled me
next to him and transferred the shooting cock into my mouth.  I was still
trying to grasp the whole situation and didn't know exactly what to do but
when the last two shots of cum entered my very dry mouth, I just swirled it
around in my mouth and put my small hand on this pumping machine-gun.

I dropped to the floor in amazement.  Dad too, sat down and Darrell, who
simple picked up a cookie to see what they tasted like, saying,

"You made these yourself...Thanks for letting me decorate them."

It took a few minutes but we all regained control of ourselves and sat
around the table, devouring the cookies and washing them down with the
pis-orange juice.

They told me of humorous experienced were guys would get suckered into bets
about what Darrell could do.  He'd gotten a bit of a reputation and was now
able to command ridiculous amount of money to demonstrate.

The one older lady who wanted to suck him off after a show and he'd say
it's against the house rules, which it is: No touching, feeling, sexual
contact with the patrons.  Her offer keep getting larger `n larger until
the manager winked his eye, which meant it was OK but the manager would get
half.

The broad paid $500 just to suck his cock.  Back in his dressing room, she
had to lay the money on the dressing table and then she had access to it
for five minutes. As hard as she tried, she couldn't even get the head in
her stupid little mouth.  He tried to help her and almost gagged her as his
cock head made it past her lips.  The only satisfaction she got from all
this was being able to tell the girls that had come with her, that she had
felt, held, his cock and that she enjoyed eating all his cum.  A lie! but
Darrell got $250 for five minutes work.

And yes, he is the guy who could shoot pill cups from the counter.  The
ONLY thing dad forgot to explain is, that it wasn't piss, it was cum !

Picking up the last cookie, dad said,

"We've finished all the cookies which is good `cause we certainly couldn't
put any of those back in the cookie jar for mom to chance upon.  Let's go
to the couch."

We did, but I dilly-dallied, so I could see Darrell's ass from behind.  It
was much smaller, firmer, than dad's and certainly didn't giggle like
dad's. It was hairless; in fact his whole body was hairless.

"Your dad says you have some sweet tasting cum.  Can I have a taste?  It's
alright, I've checked with your dad and he says I can if you want to give
me some."

I looked at dad and he was nodding his head up and down in silent
agreement.  I had quite a choice to make.  I'd wanted to show dad what I
could do with it.  How I could shoot cum into my mouth from my over turned
body but then the option to have Darrell's mouth on my dick was more than I
could stand.  I could show dad next time.  There might not be a next time
to have Darrell's mouth around my cock.

"As long as it's alright with dad and he's here to watch, then I guess you
can."

"Stand here, in front of me and hold my head. Bend your knees slightly,"
Darrell said kneeling in front of me.

I did exactly what he said.  I'd never felt Negro hair and it was amazingly
soft, compared to the way it looks... so kinky and tight. It was cut very
short so I couldn't grab a handful of it as I did with dad's. He also had
on intoxicating cologne, something that dad never used.

I'll never forget the thrill of that first feeling. I thought dad's mouth
around my cock was the best thing but this was the ultra best.  It was so
VERY soft and not at all as course as my dad's tongue. But then came the
sucking motion.  I've never gotten my cock caught in a vacuum cleaner but I
imagine that's what it would feel like.  By the time he'd successfully
attached his mouth around my cock, I thought he was gonna suck in my balls
as well.  Maybe my whole body was gonna be turned in-side-out.

Then his delicate, soft, hands were searching my ass cheeks and they soon
found the intended target...my ass hole.  One after another finger slipped
up into it.  First from one hand and then the other until the rhythm of his
bobbing head on the length of my cock and the penetration of his fingers
were in unison.  With all this going on at the same time, I lost
control...though actually I never had control...and shot every ounce of cum
into his mouth.  The electrical charges that came before and even after it,
would have lighted the lamps in that room.  I was glad that my knees were
bent or I would have collapsed from the thrill of it all.

I remember once pulling hard on a stuck sink stopper and when it finally
came out all the water swirled away.  That's how it felt when Darrell
successfully pulled my plug.  It felt like he'd drained every drop of cum
in my body, from my toes to my tits.

We all fell back on the sofa reaching for the nearest cock to play with.
Of course with Darrell between us, I grabbed onto his and again, I was
amazed at how velvety it felt.  Even soft, I could just get my hand around
it. There was much more skin than on dad's and it seemed to slide up and
down on the shaft, easier.

While they were whispering to one another (actually kissing but I didn't
know anything about that then and wasn't looking directly at them cause my
eyes were locked on Darrell's cock) I bent over to suck on Darrell's cock.
It really did feel like I had a snake from the carnival road show in my
hand and was trying to swallow it like the sword shallower.  I was pleased
to get just its head into my mouth and able to swish my tongue around
it. It was incredibly soft and silky.

Being this close I was very aware that he was shaven and was sure that I
preferred that to the snarled nest that was around dads.  I never got to my
other intended target, his balls, which were as huge as dad's.

They broke apart with dad saying,

"Oh, you ain't seen it all.  Darrell is an info maniac. He can shoot hour
after hour and while the quantity may diminish, his last shot, say in five
hours, is the amount of my second and last shot of the day. And he's also
one of those who can suck himself off.  Wanna See?"

That was rhetorical.  I didn't have to answer; he slid to the floor with
his legs completely over his head with his toes bent on the floor beyond
his head.  And then he started bouncing his pelvis up and down, with his
sucking mouth inhaling his snake.

"He can do this `cause he's a dancer and spends hours a day, when not on a
job site, stretching and exercising to keep his body in perfect shape for
the ladies.  AND he's a bit of a show off. He could easily have come by now
but he knows that I just love watching him.

"I can get him to finish.  Watch this..." he said as he got down on the
carpet behind him.

With hands on both cheeks, separating them, and also forcing more pressure
on the downward move, dad started licking this chocolate ass. Yes, that did
the trick `cause he stopped sucking and flipped his legs over dad and in
the same move sat up.  He mouth looked a little strange.  Like he was
holding his lips tight so nothing would spill out and then, sure enough,
dad dropped his head to the carpet and Darrell spit out all the cum he'd
just shot into his mouth.  It was every bit as much as what he'd shot in
the kitchen, an hour ago.

My head was spinning with all that I had just experienced and I had dozens
of questions and started blurting them out, one after another, not waiting
for the answers.

"It's past your bed time and you have school tomorrow.  I, we'll, answer
all those next time. Get yourself up there and I'll be up in a minute."

"OK, I don't wanna but I know the rules.

"Good night Darrell. Thanks for showing me all this.  You've given me lots
to work on.

"And dad, you don't have to hurry up to say good night.  I now know why
your head was bobbing the last time Darrell was here and you should stay
down here and entertain your guest."

"Why you little prick. You were spying on us," he said with a chuckle and a
firm swat on my ass.

No. I didn't stay awake to see what they were doing.  I did go to bed and
had very pleasant dreams.

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Ass straws in the next one.