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Story title : Military Dad
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This is a factual account of events between my now
deceased father -who cannot be prosecuted-Ha ha!~ and
myself. It's not as good as the others, but as they say,
truth is much stranger than fiction....
"The Story that started it all.. For Drummer..."
Military Dad (Mb, Gay, Incest, Ped)
By IncstBoy (IncstBoy30@hotmail.com)
I grew up on a military base in Sarasota NM. My dad was
a Master Sgt in the Air force and my mother worked nights
at the base hospital. I was an only child until I was 12
and since my Dad worked off hours as did my mother, I got
to see a lot of them.
My dad was almost 6'1 and rather slim. He was clean-cut
and very military. He had short dark brown hair, intense
brown eyes and wore glasses. He looked like a cross
between an accountant and an English professor but from
what I heard on base he could be a real asshole. At home
though, he was the perfect father and husband. When my
mom wasn't there he often wore gym shorts, tennis shoes
and an old college jersey around the house. He also
smoked cigars from time to time and drank whiskey late at
night. But when she was there he'd dress up in khaki's
and a golf shirt. A typical Republican.
On the weekend, we use to do the regular dad/son stuff
like go to the park and play Frisbee with Lucy, my 3 yr.
old cocker spaniel, but for the most part we didn't have
much in common. My dad loved football and sports and all
that crap where I was much more artistic and analytical -
even at 10.
The year everything changed was the summer I finished the
5th grade. My parents were having a lot of marital
problems and my mom would pick up and leave for weeks at
a time. I didn't know where she was going and didn't
care. At least I didn't have to hear any more fighting.
My dad and I got pretty close during that time and since
he wasn't very domestic he depended on me to take the dog
out, wash my own clothes and sometimes make him dinner.
We ate out A LOT because of that.:) But at this same
time he started to drink more and would get very out-of-
hand. Especially after he talked to my mother on the
phone who said she was going to come and get me and move
back to West Virginia. The last thing I wanted was to
live with my grandparents. I didn't want to leave my dad
anyway and had grown pretty close to him, especially
since I slept in his bed most nights and we'd stay up
late watching movies.
We started horsing around at that time too. He'd pin me
down on the floor and tickle me. That wasn't too odd.
What was odd was when he started sitting on my face and
pressing his smelly ass crack into my face and nose.
He'd usually be wearing his thin cotton shorts and I
could almost feel the hairs of his crack tickling my
face. Then he'd grunt and let out a loud fart right on
my mouth. He'd grunt when he did it too and then laugh.
As annoying as this was, it wasn't near as bad as some of
the other things he liked to do.
On several occasions our playing became more 'physical'
and he'd not only pin me to the ground but sit on my
chest and look down at me while I squirmed to wiggle out
from underneath his 175-pound body. He'd then let a ball
of spit form on the end of his tongue and slowly let it
drop onto my face. Even worse he'd tell me to open my
mouth and would let the long string of spit fall directly
into my open mouth. This made me gag many times, but it
was supposed to be all in fun. I never really realized
just how sexual our games were getting because at that
time I didn't know what sex was for the most part.
Another thing he liked to do after he'd come home from
work was pour a drink and sit in his chair. He'd then
call me out of my room and have me sit at the foot of his
chair and take off his boots one by one. Then he'd stick
his smelly feet in my face and tell me to take a good
whiff, which I did. I then had to remove his socks and I
could smell the funk between his toes. I remember the
first time he told me to go ahead and lick his feet
clean. I just sat there not believing he really wanted
me to do this. He said it was what he called a 'Test'.
He said that he did this with his recruits to gauge their
loyalty. To test their acceptance of his authority. I
remember the first time I opened my mouth and began
sucking on his big toe. I did it slowly at first, the
ripe smell filling my nostrils but then really getting
use to it in a funny sort of way.
"That's it Tom," my dad would say, "Get all in between
them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it son. Use your
tongue more and lick up all that shit between my toes."
Several times I noticed him reach down and place his hand
on his crotch and gently massage himself, although I
couldn't see anything, I pretty much knew what he was
doing to himself.
Our wrestling games increased too and he loved to get me
down on the floor or the bed, sit on my face, spread his
long hairy legs and let out a big loud fart right on my
helpless face.
"Mmmmmmmm," he'd moan out loud, "how'd you like that one
Tom?"
I'd just mumble actually use to the smell of his farts.
Then I remember several times when he'd actually pull his
shorts aside and sit directly on my face, his hairy
puckered asshole right on my mouth and then let one rip.
The gas would fill my mouth making my cheeks bulge out.
"AHHH fuck yeah!" he'd moan and even grind his ass onto
my mouth. "You like my ass farts kid?"
Several times I tried to speak but only managed to move
my lips against his asshole, which didn't help. I could
even taste his fucking ass hairs. Several times I almost
passed out, but never did and still just figured it was
my dad's way of horsing around.
Then there were the cleaning rituals that started a few
months later. Looking back, I realize they were much
more sexual than the wrestling stuff, but at the time I
didn't. He would come home from work after being out in
the field. He'd have me take off his boots, socks, lick
his feet clean and then tell me to go and fill the tub.
A few minutes later he'd come in naked and stand over me.
My dad was slim, but really well built and firm from all
the years of exercise and military service. He had a
totally smooth chest and long hairy legs. His ass was as
smooth and white as mine and I couldn't help but always
be in awe of his body when I saw him. Not to mention his
cock. I loved watching it swing between his legs when he
walked and his large balls sway back and forth. His cock
always seemed small to me, just the head was large and
mushroom shaped and peeked out from a dark bush of curly
dark brown hair.
My dad would slowly submerge himself in the tub and then
tell me to wash him. I'd get the washcloth and lather it
up with soap and start to wash his back, his arms, his
chest. But when it came to his private parts, he made me
use my hands. First he'd get on all fours in the tub and
tell me to wash his ass. I'd run my hand all along his
asscrack with the soapy water feeling the coarseness of
his asshair.
"Now make sure I'm clean Tommy. Make sure you get my ass
cleaned out. I want' to be good for inspection."
I'd run my finger along his asshole and feel the little
puckered hole and wash it with my fingers. Then he'd
turn over and have me wash his cock and balls. My dad
was uncut and he'd always tell me how to wash him.
"That-a-boy. Pull back the foreskin just like that and
clean all up in there. Make sure you get all that cheese
out. Ooooohhh yeah. That's it son. Use your fingers
more and pull back my foreskin."
I did as he said always excited at being able to really
touch my dad's dick and then wash his big hairy balls.
My turn to bathe was a different story though. I'd hated
it ever since I could remember and my mom always had a
hell of a time making me take a bath. Late at night I
would be sitting on the couch with my dad while we
watched TV. My dad would look over at me and tell me it
was bath time.
I'd scrunch up my face and start to whine as usual. I
remember my dad telling me that if I was already 'clean'
I could skip bath night.
"But I AM clean!" I'd tell him. My dad would then make
me stand in front of him, turn around and bend over. I
remember him reaching up and pulling my shorts down
around my ankles and then feeling his long finger running
the length of my ass then suddenly finding my puckered
asshole. He then stuck his finger very slowly up my ass
until it reached his knuckle. The whole while I just
wiggled and laughed because it did feel kinda funny.
"Turn around." He'd say.
I turned around and my dad would stick his finger in my
face. "If your clean, then you'll lick my finger."
I just looked at him stunned. "That's gross!" I said
disgusted at the whole idea.
"Do it Tom." My dad would say staring at me with an
intense focused look, the light off the TV reflecting off
his glasses.
I leaned forward and slowly sniffed. I could suddenly
smell my own ass on his finger.
"That's it boy. You smell that dirty hole on daddy's
finger? Now lick it clean."
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth around his middle
finger smelling my asshole the whole time. I closed my
eyes and began sucking.
"Yeah, that a boy." My dad would say, "Suck that finger
clean. Lick all that ass smell off. You like the taste
of your own ass?"
I'd shake my head 'no' in which my dad would reply - then
that's why you have to take a bath.
Several times when doing this I noticed my dad had put
his hand down his pants and was moving it all around.
Still I couldn't see anything but thought I knew what he
was doing.
Then there were other times that were worse than that.
My dad always took a dump in the morning when I was
getting ready for school. I was kinda use to the smell
of his farts, but I was surprised the first day he told
me to wipe his ass. I was getting ready for school and
only had on underwear.
"Hey Tom," my dad called out. "Why don't you come over
here and wipe my ass clean?"
I just looked at him dumbfounded.
"Come on son," I use to do it for you when you were a
little runt.
I remember walking over to my dad and staring down at his
cock, which hung down between his hairy legs and
wondering how he wanted to me to do this.
"Just get some toilet paper."
I reached over to get a hand of toilet paper and then
squatted down between my dad's hairy legs.
"Just reach under." He said spreading his legs wide and
smiling.
I remember the rank smell of shit and seeing the hard
logs in the bottom of the bowl.
I closed my eyes and gently ran the toilet paper between
my dad's legs and all along his hairy ass crack.
"Now bring it out and let's take a look. Make sure
you're doing a good job."
I pulled the wadded up toilet paper from between my dad's
legs to see a long brown streak.
He nodded. "Good boy. Go ahead and drop it in the
bowl."
I did as he said and reached up to get another stretch of
toilet paper and again ran it over his nasty asscrack.
I looked down when I did this and could actually see the
veins in his cock. Could feel him watching me and I
remember then wondering if he was going to 'do anything.'
After I'd done this several times I leaned back and
looked at him.
"Think it's clean?" My dad asked still smiling.
I nodded yes.
Then run your hand along my crack like I do to you before
bath time and show me that you did a good job.
This was the first time my dad had actually told me to
touch him and I was pretty excited.
I reached back between his legs and slowly ran my fingers
along his furry crack until I reached his puckered ass
hole. I remember his big brown eyes were wide and
intense.
"Uuugh!" I heard my dad moan as he closed his eyes.
"That's it son. Rub it right there. Right on my hole."
I could see my dad gently moving his hips as I gently
pushed a finger back and forth along his rubbery asshole.
"Aaaaah Fuck yeah," he moaned, his eyes still closed and
teeth clenched.
I then stopped and brought my hand out.
My dad sucked in his breath.
"Now smell your hand, son, and if I'm clean then go ahead
and lick your fingers clean."
I put my hand up to my nose and I could still smell his
asshole. I opened my mouth and began sucking on my
fingers.
"That's it boy.. Can you still smell me on your fingers?
Can you taste Daddy's ass in your mouth?"
I just nodded yes.
"Fuck yeah" my dad said and grinned, "you sure?"
I nodded yes again.
"Well let me see." My dad said reaching out and pulling
me toward him. He suddenly leaned over and pressed his
mouth on mine. He then shoved his tongue between my lips
and began kissing me in my mouth, running his tongue all
around mine. I couldn't help but kiss him back and
eagerly began sucking on the end of his strong hard
tongue.
"MMmmm yeah," my dad moaned. "I can taste my ass in your
mouth. Tastes nasty!" he said and grinned pulling away
from me.
He looked down and to both our surprise the front of my
shorts stuck straight out.
'oooooooo what do we have here?' my dad said and grinned.
That's when I looked down between my dad's legs to see
his own cock stuck out from between his legs. The shaft
was thicker than I'd ever seen it and the head was large
and flared.
My Dad quickly closed his legs before I could really see
anything and for the first time he looked really
embarrassed.
Looking back I know he was only half hard, but I was
mesmerized by what I saw and knew I wanted to see more.
I was hooked.
I remember getting all excited and wanting to touch it.
"That's enough Tom." My dad said looking down at his
silver wristwatch. "You have to get ready for school.
We're already late. Go on now."
"But DAD!" I protested.
"Go on," my dad said shortly and for the first time since
all this started I thought I'd done something wrong.
"Hurry up" My dad said patting my butt and shoving me out
the bathroom door.
"Let Daddy finish up in here."
I went off to my room dejected. The front of my shorts
still stuck straight out. I reached in my shorts and
grabbed my little dick. I was so excited but couldn't
understand why. It was like I needed something but didn't
know what it was, but I was sure it had something to do
with what my Dad and I had just done.
--
That day at school I couldn't help but think about what
had happened that morning. About playing with my dad's
asshole and then kissing him on the mouth. I looked
around at my other classmates and wondered if they'd ever
done anything like that. I just shrugged my shoulders
and figured not. After all, I would have heard about it
before now. I was after all, 10.
My mom called that evening to tell my dad she was coming
home to get some things and then flying back to Virginia.
I was holding my breath thinking that one of the things
she was coming back to get was me, but it wasn't. Thank
God.
During the next few days nothing happened with me and my
Dad and he even made me sleep in my own bed. I was
pretty depressed and later realized what he was doing.
We'd been horsing around for several months and I
wondered what would happen when mom came home. I prayed
our little games wouldn't stop. Little did I know I
didn't have anything to worry about.
--
4th of July arrived and mom came and went taking with her
most of her clothes and some old boxes in the basement.
She hardly seemed to notice me and they both seemed tense
and awkward.
I heard mom say she'd met someone in VA and that she
wasn't coming back for a while. My Dad didn't say much
but I couldn't help but think he was really happy about
it.
The day she left my dad came home from the airport
seeming happier than he had in days. He was dressed in
his Air Force uniform with the navy pants and shinny
black shoes. He told me he was going to take me out to
eat and then to Fun zone at the Mall. That we were
celebrating.
I was so excited I didn't even ask him what for. I guess
I should've known.
--
When we got home, Dad went off into his room and I went
into mine. It was sort of hot out, so we had opened all
the windows. It felt like things were finally back to
normal and I'd totally forgotten about the incident in
the bathroom a week before.
It was getting dark and I could hear dad moving around
the house, taking down picture and moving things around.
I came out of my room to find he'd moved the big TV by
the window and his large barker lounger recliner near the
bar.
"Cool!" I said liking the new arrangement.
"How's it look sport?" he asked me smiling, his eyes
seemed to sparkle.
"Great Dad" I said sitting down in his chair. I could
hear the bug whacker frying insects in the back yard.
"Our official bachelor pad," he said coming over to his
chair. "Just you and me for a while kid. Better make
do."
I grinned. Sounded fine to me I thought.
"Whatcha have planned tonight?" My dad asked taking a
sip of his drink.
I just smiled.
"Oh, I see. Wanna stay up late with your old man and
watch some movies?"
"Yes SIR!" I cried out. It was by far the best offer I'd
had in days.
"Good." he said motioning for me to get up out of his
chair. "Didn't want you to be too upset about your mom
leaving and all. She'll be back."
"Yeah Dad," I mumbled.
"Well, you better go take a bath and get your bed clothes
on and then come and join me in the parlor for an evening
of entertainment." He said the last part rather silly,
but I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't even argue about
going to take a bath even though I did wonder if he'd do
the butt thing, but I thought I'd better not push it.
I sat in the tub for a while and remembered back to the
event on the toilet. I wondered if it was a one-time
thing and if we would do it again. I remembered feeling
my Dad's asshole and then seeing him get hard and then
kissing him. Suddenly I noticed my little cock sticking
straight up. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.
It felt so good and I wanted to do it more when I heard
my Dad call from living room.
"You drown in there?"
"No Sir!" I yelled back getting out of the tub and drying
off.
When I opened the bathroom door the whole house smelled
like cigar smoke and it as dark. He'd turned off all the
lights and all I could see was the silver blue reflection
off the walls from the TV set.
"Better hurry up." Dad said, "You're seat's getting
cold."
I went into my room and slipped on my running shorts and
Attakapa T-shirt I wore during summer camp. I even
combed my hair before going back into the living room.
I was surprised to see my dad sprawled out, his recliner
leaned back as he sat there with a satisfied look on his
face. Finally king of his castle.
"You squeaky clean?" he asked me and grinned. His white
teeth seemed to glow in the bluish light. I smiled back.
I felt excited but didn't know why. Like something
special was going to happen. I could feel it, in fact.
"Hop up sport." He said patting the seat next to him. I
climbed up into his chair as he moved over to make room.
He kicked his shoes off as he did.
"Wanted to talk to you for a bit Tom," my dad said
turning down the volume of the TV with the remote.
"Yeah Daddy?" I said looking up at him. He looked
serious. Worried even.
"I know we've been playing a few games lately and I'm
worried they're going a little too far."
I just say silently listening to him. I could feel the
heat coming off his body and still smell his aftershave.
"I mean. I really enjoyed it the other day when you
wiped my ass clean. You remember that?" He asked me
looking down at the top of my head. I could already feel
my cock getting hard.
I nodded yes.
"I mean, I know you don't know this, but it's not the
kind of thing most boys
your age are doing...and the truth is I felt kind of bad
after it happened. I
mean the other stuff is okay. It's just horseplay, but
when you start to get
excited and stuff.-"
I could hear my dad clear his throat.
"I mean it just surprised me is all. I didn't think you
found any of this stimulating. Do you hear what I'm
saying Tommy?"
I looked up at my dad. His eyes looked large and
intense.
"Yeah Dad" I finally said. "You don't want to play
anymore games."
"Well, no son. That's not what I'm saying exactly. I
just think we have to be more careful. I, for one, don't
think there's anything wrong with a boy servicing his
father. I think it's what a boy should do for the man
that made him. It's the LEAST he could do, don't you
think?"
I just nodded my head again and looked off toward the TV.
I wondered where this was going and if he was saying we
weren't going to do anything again.
"I for one like to have my ass cleaned out by my son and
like wrestling around with you now and then. I even
liked kissing you the other morning. Did you like doing
that Tommy?"
I nodded yes still not looking at my dad.
"I thought you did since I noticed you got pretty excited
and the truth is that really turned me on son. I mean,
Damn. I didn't even think you could get that little
thing hard yet. I was REALLY surprised."
I could feel my face turn hot as he talked to me in a
slow soft voice.
"I didn't mean to shoo you away so fast. It just
surprised me is all. I really wanted to keep kissing
you. I really got off on tasting my ass in your mouth.
I bet you liked that too, didn't you boy."
I felt frozen, unable to move an inch I was so excited.
"Yeah Dad'" I Finally said. "I liked kissing you. I
liked tasting your ass on my fingers. I even liked the
smell of you a lot."
"That's my boy!" my dad said slapping my bare leg
playfully. He then reached down on the table by his
chair and grabbed his drink.
"The truth is I got REALLY turned on the other morning,
so much so that I had to close the bathroom door and jack
off. You know what that means Tommy?" My dad asked me
his hand still on my leg.
I just nodded yes even though I wasn't sure.
"And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I
wished it was you who was jacking my hard cock. Besides,
I saw you looking at it. I saw how big your eyes got and
I know you wanted to play with it, remember?"
I nodded yes again.
"Yes Sir?" my dad said urging me to speak up.
"Yes SIR" I said. "I wanted to play with your thing. It
was bigger than I've ever seen it."
My dad laughed then. "So were you sport!"
"I've also been wondering over the past few days if you
ever play with yourself.
I mean, when you get hard, do you jerk on your cock or do
anything with it?"
I had no idea what he was asking so I said nothing.
"I mean, do you ever squeeze on it or anything."
I nodded my head yes.
"Yes sir." I said.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's hot." My dad said squeezing my leg.
"That's what I mean by jacking off. It's the same thing.
I feels great. A kid your age can do it. It's not hard.
I started when I was around 10."
"Really?"
"Yeah boy, I sure did. I jacked on my cock anytime I
could. I loved the getting off just like you will one
day."
I wasn't sure about all that but I was definitely
curious.
My dad cleared his throat and then looked down between my
legs. He sat there for a few minutes and then suddenly
asked me.
"You hard now boy?"
I froze suddenly afraid he was going to get mad at me.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"It's no big deal if you are. It's a natural thing.
Just like kissing you the other morning. Just like
having you clean my ass and me farting in your face. All
that's just normal for a boy your age to like to do."
I could feel the pressure in my shorts and wondered if my
dad could see.
Suddenly he shifted in his chair and looked over at me.
"Mind if I take a look son?" My dad asked. He looked so
excited. So Intense.
"I just shrugged my shoulders still unable to speak.
"Just watch TV son and let daddy look."
I looked off toward the TV not even seeing it when my dad
brought his hand down my thigh and slowly lifted back the
waistband of my shorts.
"Scoot down a little Sport." My dad said as I moved
further down on the chair.
I felt my dad's hand reach into my shorts when suddenly
his finger's closed around my aching 4 inch erection.
"Ahhhhh!" I moaned surprising myself.
"Fuck yeah your hard. You're hard as a rock." My dad
said.
"This shit turn you on?" My dad asked me continuing to
stroke my cock.
I just nodded yes.
"Hell yeah it does." My dad said, "You're getting off on
this shit too. I can tell."
"I've never played with another guys cock before.." my
dad said still lightly squeezing my cock in my shorts.
"This is pretty damn hot."
I just closed my eyes and moaned softly.
"You're a horny little fucker." My dad finally said as I
continued to watch TV pretending not to know what was
going on. "Very horny."
After a few minutes of this my dad spoke again.
"I want to see the little fucker." Move down some more
and let daddy take off your shorts.
I eagerly did as my dad asked as he reached over and
gently slid my shorts down to my ankles.
My 4-inch kid cock popped straight up, the head so hard
it was shinny.
"AAAAHHH FUCK yeah. Look at that hard little cock!!!" My
dad said bending over to inspect me closer. He slowly
grasped the head and squeezed me several times. Each
time I let out an excited whimper.
"OOoohhh yeah," my dad said. Got your little kid cock
nice and hard for daddy.
Look at that little thing. It sticks straight up just
like your old man.
Perfect little cockhead."
I was by now in ecstasy and didn't think I could feel any
better than I was at that point.
"That feel good son?" my dad asked me still squeezing
the head of my dick.
"Yes SIR." I said moving my hips to the rhythm of his
pumping hand.
"Now, spread your legs for daddy. Let me take a look at
those little balls."
I laid back and spread my legs as my dad leaned closer.
"Ahhhh fuck yeah. Look at those little hairless nuts.
So Smooooth."
My dad gently fingered my balls and I was aching for him
to go back to playing with my dick.
"Fuck boy. This is getting your old man too excited. I
better take a deep breath."
I grinned then and we both laughed.
Suddenly my dad leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine
and slowly inserted his tongue. I instantly opened my
mouth and kissed him back. He stuck out his tongue and I
began sucking on it and moaning at the same time. I
suddenly felt his hand close back around my cock and
slowly begin to pump me up and down.
"aaaaahhhhh Dad." I moaned through kisses.
"Shit yeah!" my dad said looking down between my legs.
Jackin off my own fuckin 10-year-old kid. Cock as hard
as a fuckin rock. This shit is makin me crazy!" my dad
finally said. I just sat there praying he wouldn't stop.
Suddenly he surprised me by leaning back in his chair.
"I gotta take a break kid. You're driving me fuckin
nuts."
I just sat there with my hard on poking me in the
stomach, my dads spit running down the corner of my
mouth.
"That felt great dad." I said reaching down to grab my
own cock and pump it gently, although not feeling near as
good as his hand had a few seconds before.
"Yeah I bet it did you horny little fuck." My dad said
and grinned and right then I wanted him so bad I couldn't
see straight.
That's when I noticed the long bulge in his dark pants,
poking out the front like a tent.
My dad followed my gaze and we both grinned.
"Bet you wanna look at mine too, huh?" My dad asked me
reaching down squeezing his cock through his pants.
I just nodded yes, my eyes wide and bright.
"You gonna be a good boy and not say anything?" My dad
asked looking at me with a hard stare.
I nodded no and said, "Never."
"Well," my dad said looking off at the wall as if
thinking. "Maybe just this once. But just look at it
and don't touch!"
I shook my head excitedly and moved up in his chair.
My dad suddenly reached out and grabbed my cock and
squeezed.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed out bucking my hips toward him. My
dad just sucked in his breath.
"You want it?" my dad said leaning all the way back in
his chair, "Then you go and get it."
I looked at him closely to see if he was joking and
realized he was not. I then reached down to undo his
black belt. Then the button of his pants and finally
pulled the zipper down. I was so excited I couldn't
breath.
My dad just sat back with a look of smug satisfaction,
his brown eyes smiling with a cocky grin on his face.
"Go ahead." My dad said, "Take that fucker out."
I pulled back his pants as his cock popped out stretching
out his white cotton briefs. I just sat there for a
moment in awe. It looked huge from where I sat,
literally.
My dad just watched me and smiled.
"It's all yours Scout."
His shorts were all bunched up in his pants and I began
fiddling with getting his cock out, inadvertently rubbing
his cock with my hand.
My dad just closed his eyes and moaned pushing his hips
down further in the chair.
Suddenly, just when I thought it was stuck, my dad's cock
shot straight out through the hole in his underwear.
"WOW! FUCK!" I cried ,"It's HUGE!"
My dad just laughed as I sat staring at him in awe.
"See, when I'm hard like this, the foreskin pulls back so
it looks just like yours."
In the bluish light of the TV, my dad's cock looked
purple and shinny. It was almost 7 inches and curved
straight up toward my dad's stomach.
"You like that hard Dad cock?" my dad asked me glancing
down between my legs at my own cock that was still
sticking straight up.
"YES SIR!" I said and without a second thought reached
out and grabbed the head with my right hand. When I did
a clear liquid ran out from the slit in the shinny head.
"AHHH FUCK!" my dad cried out pushing my hand away.
For a second I thought I'd hurt him.
"I told you not to touch it, remember." My dad asked me
holding onto my hand.
It was wet with his precum.
"Sorry Dad." I said not taking my eyes off his cock. "I
just wanted to touch it."
"That's okay Tommy. I know you wanna jack on my hard
cock."
"Hey, what was that stuff that came out?" I asked my dad
bending over his hips to inspect his cock up close as
he'd done mine.
"That's called 'pre-cum'. It's the stuff that makes
babies. It's the stuff that made you."
"Really?" I said excited.
"Yeah, it comes out when a man gets really excited, like
now."
"Then why don't I have any precum?" I asked my dad
getting a sudden whiff of his crotch. He hadn't bathed
that day.
"Because your too little yet. You will and when you do
you'll be able to make babies."
"Cool." I said absently looking at the veins that ran up
and down my dad's dick, then down to his big hairy nuts.
"Hey scout," my dad said reached over to take a drink of
whiskey. "I think that since you didn't listen to me
earlier when I told you not to touch it, that you should
have to pay the consequences."
Suddenly I was afraid. I wondered if that meant we had
to stop what we were doing.
My dad looked at me closely. "I think you should make it
up to your dear old dad, don't you. I think you should
get down there and kiss it."
I felt a suddenly wave of excitement roll over me again.
"Really?" I asked him wondering if he was just joking.
"Yeah son. I think you should kiss the head and tell it
you're sorry for making the stuff come out."
"Okay," I said bending over.
"Wait!" my dad said holding me back. "I wanna see this
shit. Move down and sit on the footstool between daddy's
legs. "
I did as my dad asked when he suddenly stood up and
shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles.
When he did his cock shot straight out and hit me in the
face leaving a wet mark on my cheek.
"Fuck," my dad whispered grabbing the base of his cock
and jerking it a few times. "This shit is so hot!"
Finally he sat back down and spread his legs until they
were touching each side of the armchair. I was on all
fours and looking up at him from between his long hairy
legs. My dad scooted down in the chair until I was
almost eye level with his hard cock.
My dad then grabbed the base and pushed it down toward my
face.
"Now I want you to tell me how much you want to kiss it.
Tell Daddy how bad you were and that you want to kiss the
tip of Daddy's dick."
"Please Daddy!" I asked. "Can I kiss the tip of your
dick."
"Not just yet," my dad said reaching down between his
legs with his free hand and grabbing his balls.
"Tell daddy how much you want to worship his hard cock.
Tell me just how bad you want to suck on it. Tell me
just how much you want to suck on the cock that made
you."
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! Daddy. Can I please worship
and suck on your hard cock??? --- the cock that made me."
My dad nodded his head and said simply.
"Yes you may."
With that I moved up as my dad pushed his cock toward my
face. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue.
"That a boy. Come closer. Just a little closer. Stick
out your tongue some more."
And suddenly I felt the end of my tongue touch something
hot and wet.
My dad let out a moan then. I bent over and slowly
kissed the head of his cock, precum again running out the
head and down the shaft. My dad's legs tensed and he
hissed again.
"That's it boy. Kiss daddy's cock. Just like that.
Kiss it on the head. Get that nasty fuckin precum on
your tongue."
I again opened my lips to kiss his cock and suddenly used
the end of my tongue to lick the salty slit of my dad's
cock head.
"AHHH fuck! That's it boy. Taste that cock slit. Use
your tongue more and lick it like a lollipop.
AHHHH FUCK yeah, that's it. Keep kissing the tip."
I was in heaven now, beads of sweat rolling down my dad's
thighs. I continued kissing my dad's cock and each time
tasted his precum in my mouth. Then without even
thinking I stuck the entire head of my dad's cock in my
little mouth.
"Oohh FUCK!" My dad blurted out. "Goddamn that feels
good kid. Suck on that hard cock head."
I continued licking and sucking his swollen cockhead
feeling the little ridges and creases and the funny ridge
of flesh on the underside of his cock.
"Where'd you learn to do that boy?" My dad suddenly
asked and grinned opening his eyes for the first time and
looking down at me, my mouth wrapped around his cockhead,
my head bobbing back and forth. My dad wrapped his hand
around his cock shaft and slowly started pumping.
What a sight I must have been, on all fours kneeling
between my dad's spread legs with my little mouth
attached to the end of his hard cock.
"AHHHH yeah. Look at that shit. Got my little boy down
between my legs sucking on the head of my hard fuckin
cock. Nasty little cocksucker. You like suckin on that
hard fucker don't you? You like having my hard adult
cock in your little boy mouth. You like this fat nasty
pedo cock, don't you boy?"
I could only moan and whimper as my dad put his hand on
the back of my head and shoved more of his dick down my
throat. I gagged a few times and my dad just closed his
eyes and moaned.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh, fuckin little cocksucker." My dad said
beginning to pump his hips toward my face, "Gonna fuck
your little boy face. Gonna shove my fat prick down your
little boy throat!!! AAAAHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!! My dad
suddenly screamed as he pumped his hips up into my mouth,
his legs tensing and the veins on his neck popping out.
"I'm gonna fuckin CUM!!!!!"
Suddenly creamy white stuff shot out the head of my dad's
dick and ran down my throat. I moved back in surprise as
another jet of cum hit me square in the face between my
eyes.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD!" my dad moaned as shot
after shot of cum erupted from the head of his cock
splattering his smooth chest.
Suddenly my dad relaxed, his legs falling open. He took
a deep breath and looked at me. His dark hair was
plastered on his forehead. His eyes were still wide and
bright.
"Fuck, didn't mean to do that Tommy." My dad said. Just
got carried away.
I just smiled sheepishly at my dad, his cum still
dripping down my face.
Come here kid he said holding out his hands. I climbed
up between my dad's sweaty legs and laid on top of him.
My dad then moved up and gently began licking the cum off
my face. His breath felt hot and warm on my skin.
"mmmmmmmmmm," he said smacking his lips. "Nothing like
dad cum."
I looked at him and laughed.
My dad leaned forward and began kissing me, running his
tongue all through my mouth.
"Fuck that was hot boy." My dad mumbled. "You're one
nasty little cock sucker."
Suddenly I felt my dad's hand snake between my legs and
sure enough I was still hard.
"MMMmm, what do we have here." My dad said his tongue
still in my mouth.
"Looks like Tommy's ready to play."
"That's okay Dad," I said moving back and for some reason
wanted to get down from his chair.
"Not so fast boy." My dad said grabbing hold of me.
"One turn deserves another."
Without another word my dad had hopped up and sat me in
the chair where he'd been only seconds before. The
leather was hot and sticky.
Before I knew it his head was between my legs and he had
his mouth wrapped around my cock.
"AHHHHH ddddad, that feels good." I said.
"Fuckin A, it feels good," my dad said looking up at me.
The light from the TV reflecting off his glasses. "I
wanna suck some hard boy cock tonight."
With that he went back down and buried his face in my
hairless crotch. Before long I was lying back on this
chair in ecstasy pumping my hips lewdly into his sucking
mouth. I could feel his tongue all over me. Suddenly he
grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs. I watched his
head disappear and before I knew it felt his hot thick
tongue running up and down the length of my asshole.
"OOHHH DAD!" I cried out as he ate me out, jamming his
tongue as far up my ass as he could moaning obscenities
the whole while. "That' feels soo GOOOD!"
He then went back to my 4 inch cock sucking the entire
thing and then moved all the way down to engulf my bird
sized nuts.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" I grunted thrusting my hips into his
sucking mouth.
"Yeah that's it baby boy. Fuck daddy's mouth with that
hard little cock. Shove that fucker down my throat."
He went on sucking me when suddenly my whole body tensed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!" I cried out not knowing what was
happening. Suddenly my legs clenched around my father's
head as I began to cum.
"UUUGGGGHHHHHH!" I screamed and grabbed my dad's hair in
my fists as I felt a thick stream erupt from the head of
my cock.
"OHHH GOD!!" I cried again feeling my whole body become
one pulsing cock head and for a moment I blacked out.
Couldn't see anything around me. Couldn't hear anything
as I shot load after load of kid cum down my father's
sucking throat, the muscles of his neck moving back and
forth as he swallowed.
Suddenly it was over and I opened my eyes to see my
father bending over me. His intense brown eyes searching
mine.
"You came ya little fucker." Was all he said and
grinned, his lips shinny and wet with my cum.
The first orgasm of my life eaten by my own father. It
was too much to comprehend.
My dad then leaned forward and kissed me, running his
tongue over mine. Cum dripped down the side of his mouth
and I licked it off his face.
After that he picked me up and carried me into the
bathroom. We bathed together and then went to bed. He
turned on the AC that night just for me and we slept the
entire night naked with me in my Daddy's arms.
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A few more things happened until 1981 when my mom came
back home. Just so happens she was somehow pregnant and
had my sister a year later. We never messed around
again. Oh well. Since then my dad died and after
college I spent a few years in the reserves, all in
memory of my Military dad.
The end.
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Would love to hear from other dad's or horny pedo's :)
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