getting-close-7

Subject: Getting Close Part 7 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different types of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. fty/donate.html *** Hey! Thank you all for reading my stuff, it’s been super flattering seeing all the nice emails from people. I know some people have been enjoying the slightly slow burn of this story, so I hope you aren’t too mad by the ramp up in gear that this part takes. Some people have asked if I’ve written anything else here on , and I’m sorry to say that I’ve not. There is something that I wrote a long while ago, that I may publish at some other time. If it’s even worth reading. I’m not entirely sure. I’ll give it a look over and see if there’s anything I can do to it. ——- I woke up the following morning, in my bed, alone. I tried to open my eyes, but my body knew it before I could. Dad had gone. It took me a couple of moments to wake up properly and sit up, tangled in my duvet, cock feeling vaguely sticky from the ministrations that my own father had put it through. My arse, well, it didn’t hurt, but it felt different. It had never been fingered before. It wasn’t complaining, it was more… letting me know that it wanted a repeated performance. I couldn’t think of that now though. I grabbed an old pair of boxers and a hoodie as it was fucking cold, dressing as I lumbered through the house trying to find Dad. He was pretty cut last night, so I thought he’d just be hanging about the house. However, I only found a note on the kitchen table. `I’ve gone into work to do some stuff. I’ll be back later. Sorry about last night. It’ll never happen again. Trust me. Dad’ It was a weird thing to encounter. Not the working on Saturday, he does that some times. But the whole `sorry for last night’ thing. Was he apologising for being drunk? Nah, I see him drunk regularly. He was apologising for sucking me off. It was definitely weird that my Dad was apologising for sucking me off. It was weird that a father was apologising to his son for sucking and fingering him in the same note that he was saying `I’m at work’. I shrugged it off. Things were weird. I wasn’t upset about it. I was happy about it. Alex gives good head, but holy fuck, Dad gave god-tier blowjobs. Just stood in the kitchen, thinking about last night was enough to make me chub up. It was moments before I felt the cold air on my semi hard dick. The boxers I’d picked up had lost a button on the fly, meaning that anything more than just a stirring of my cock, allowed it to protrude obscenely. I placed down the note and sat in one of the kitchen chairs. Still replaying last night in my head, I grabbed hold of my cock and started to leisurely pull at the skin. It was not long before I was at full hardness, feeling precum engulf my head and leak out onto my fingers as I stroked. Slouching down and spreading my legs, I got into the motions. My left hand reached down into my open fly and pulled out my balls, clutching them firmly and slowly pulling down on them. My eyes were closed, replaying flashes of Dad sucking my cock, of Dad licking my balls, of Dad’s head as his tongue speared into my arsehole. “Je! Sus! Fuck! Ing! Christ!” I grunted out loud as my back arched and waves of exquisite pleasure rose through my body as my load spurted out of my cock and over the kitchen floor. My head lulled back on the chair’s backrest as I tried to gather my breath. I chuckled as I realised how good that wank had actually felt. As the afterglow had waned, I managed to sit up properly and collect myself. I cleaned up the mess I’d made and managed to get a decent start on the day. Didn’t exactly stop me from replaying last night in my head over and over again. *** Christmas came, Christmas went. It wasn’t eventful. Dad and I drove over to Manchester to spend it with Grandparents and my Uncle Dave and his wife and my twin three year-old nephews. We opened presents in the morning, had Christmas Dinner and spent the rest of the day drinking and telling stories about the shit that Dad and Dave got up to as kids. It was all very `pleasant’. Dad and I, however, didn’t really talk. We hadn’t since the night he’d sucked me off while he was drunk. The drive over to Manchester and back was done in pretty much silence. He’d spoken to me while at his parent’s, but it was like he was putting on an act. It felt like he was angry at me. Like I’d done something wrong but didn’t want to make things awkward in front of family. I kind of retreated out. Just sat back and played with my phone, or let the two three year-olds play with me, keep them out of the way from the grown ups and stuff. When we got back home on Boxing Day, Dad pretty much went out straight away and got pissed with his mates. He pretty much drove us home, got a shower and was out of the house within half an hour. He didn’t return for another nine hours and he didn’t return alone. He brought back a woman. Late twenties from what I saw of her fleetingly as he passed through the living room with her as I was sprawled out on the couch watching some unremarkable movies. She giggled as she ran up the stairs with Dad following her before he proceeded to fuck her brains out. She knew the house wasn’t empty, but that didn’t stop her in the slightest. She had some of the worst fake-porn groans I’ve ever heard, and as a fifteen year-old, with a computer in his own bedroom, I’ve heard a lot. It felt like Dad was trying to prove something to me. Like he was trying to tell me that he was a Man. That he fucks like a Man. That he is every that a Man represents. That the things we’ve done together, were anomalies and that this is what he’s going to be doing from now on. Bringing home birds and fucking their brains out. On one hand, I was kinda cynical about the whole thing, like I thought this was Dad trying to wordlessly tell me that nothing was gonna happen again between us. On the other, I was being treated to a live sex show, and I cracked out at least two loads listening to him grunt and show her who is the boss. *** When New Year’s Eve came by, I didn’t really have anything planned. There was never anything really to do for teenagers like me to do on New Year’s Eve. I planned on just staying at home, ordering some pizza and vegging out in front of the TV. Dad had planned on going out again, which wasn’t entirely surprising as he’d done so pretty much every other night since Boxing Day. But it’s Christmas, people get a pass at Christmas, I guess. Dad had gotten ready and left the house earlier than he normally would have, he’d gone after 5pm. About ten minutes later, I got a text from Alex. `Hey’ `What’s up?’ `Nothing. Bored.’ `Come over to mine then. Dad’s already gone out’ It was an easy exchange. I didn’t even get up when Alex knocked on the door twenty minutes later. I just yelled out from the couch that the door was open and the next thing I know, Alex is slamming the door and jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to me. If I’m honest, I was glad of the company. I never really spoke to anyone after Christmas Day. Dad was off in his own world and I didn’t really want to keep up with the group Whatsapp chat that some of my friends had set up. So it was nice to have Alex hanging out with me. “So, Santa gave me the best present I could have ever wished for.” Alex brought up casually after getting himself comfortable on the sofa. “Huh? Santa? Really?” “Shut up, dickhead.” Alex rummaged through his rucksack and brought out a large plastic baggie of weed. “Drew told Santa I’d been a bad boy, and this was all he left in my stocking” Alex grinned at me. “Oh shit, what did he bring me?!” I said with a feigned sense of excitement. The over animated look on my face only gained me a punch in the arm from Alex. “That, and this” Alex brought out three pre-rolled joints in a separate bag and threw them over izmit rus escort to me, landing on my stomach. “For when I’m not around and your Dad’s giving you grief and shit” I laughed. Alex was a good dude. Less than five minutes in his company and he’d already given me more excitement than I’d had the whole Christmas break. It was kind of hard not to fall under his charismatic spell at times. I’d told him that if we were gonna smoke, we should probably do it in my room. I know my Dad probably wouldn’t mind that I smoked weed in his house, but I didn’t exactly want to get the whole house stinking of it. Alex got it, and we ordered pizza and watched a couple of movies before we did anything. We slumped up to my room at about 10pm, grabbing a small bowl to use as an ashtray and a couple of towels to block off my door, so the smoke didn’t seep out through it. Alex rolled and we smoked up, just laughing and talking about stuff. Stuff that happened at Christmas, like how his brother got insanely drunk on Christmas Day and threw up in the middle of Christmas Dinner, and how I got kneed in the balls three times in a row to a pair of cackling three year-old who thought it was the height of hilarity. We talked about movies that we’d seen, memes online, drama that inevitably happens with other kids at school. The usual stuff. Fireworks had started going off in the background, when I started feeling movement in my crotch. I was starting to get horny. I think weed hits me in that way… or maybe it’s that every time I’ve smoked weed with Alex, I’ve gotten a blowjob out of him and I’ve conditioned myself to think I’m gonna get one every time I get high. Alex was looking through my iPad at stuff on 9gag or some other bullshit when I just blurted out: “Remember when you said I could have a repeat performance?” “What?” Alex dropped the iPad on his lap and looked at me with his rosy red blood-shot eyes. I began to get a bit sheepish. “Remember when you said I could have a repeat performance?” I blushed. “A repeat of what?” I couldn’t tell if Alex was being coy, or just dopey from all the weed. “Of you, uh, sucking me off?” I looked away from him and mumbled, like I’d just asked the most awkward thing possible. Which, to me, right at this moment, I was. “Ohhhh!” Alex grabbed the iPad out of his lap and threw it on a pile of clothes in the corner of my room and grabbed at my thigh. “I take it that’s a `yes’ then?” I half-heartedly laughed as he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh, my cock had roared to life now in anticipation of being played with. “Uh huh” Alex nodded animatedly… and then he stopped. “But only if you suck me after.” “Oh” I looked at him directly in the eye. I hadn’t anticipated him asking me to do that. I hadn’t exactly thought about it that much. The only time I’d thought about sucking someone off, I was out of my own head myself and had put my mouth over my Dad’s cock when I wanked him off and he came in my mouth. I felt my cock pulse outside of my own control. I blushed harder than I’d ever blushed before. I nodded. “Fuck yeah. Take off your shirt.” He demanded as he grabbed at my waistband and began pulling my shorts off. I pulled at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, throwing it into the corner pile of clothes where all my other clothes that had been worn already had been thrown. My boxers and shorts followed seconds later. Alex’s face dove into my crotch and he began licking at my balls. My cock was at full attention and swung in the air as it was being moved by Alex’s head. I leant up on my elbows to watch the action, trying to stop my eyes rolling into the back of my head and every fibre of my being cried out in joy feeling the tongue slowly washing my balls. A small grunt escaped my mouth as I lay transfixed on Alex’s head. Alex moved into the crease where my left leg met my balls and I was awash with pleasure. I couldn’t help but feel like this was more than just being sucked off. This was what it was like to be worshipped. This felt powerful. I could understand why guys love it when they get serviced like this. I couldn’t imagine doing stuff like this for just anyone though. Alex, maybe. Dad, definitely. I began to daydream slightly while feeling Alex’s tongue licking and flicking around my crotch. Thinking about what it would be like to do this to Dad when I felt the tongue lick from the bottom of my sack, slowly ascending to the tip of my cock. The head of my cock was juicy as fuck, covered in a ton of precum, but this wasn’t to last. Alex’s lips, wrapped around the bottom of my head and his tongue licked and swirled around my head fast, getting all the precum. I didn’t care about the precum though. My thigh was twitching from the insanity I was feeling. Alex just laughed while my cock head was in his mouth. I think it was because of my twitching thigh, or maybe because of the embarrassing noises I was uttering. But holy fuck, I couldn’t get over it. Alex, however, must have either gotten bored, or wanted more, because he started to slowly bob up and down on my cock. He wasn’t going for broke though. This wasn’t just going to a blowjob about me getting my nut and busting a load in his throat. This was about me getting some supremely awesome head. Alex had always been a bit submissive with me when we’d done stuff like this before, but I didn’t exactly know whether I could get away with it… However, my hand reached out for the top of his head and started guiding it down my shaft. I don’t think I was controlling the sucking he was giving me, but I felt like this gave me power. Like, if I wanted to pull his head down to the base of my cock and feel his throat squirming around my meat, I could at any point. Just the thought of that made me feel powerful. I didn’t need to pull him down for any deepthroat though. Alex was doing that all of his own accord. He was slowly sinking my cock deep into his throat and then rising back to the tip and going over the motions continuously. I normally would pull my rod at a fairly decently clip, but this was sending me crazy. I was feeling every ridge, every change in texture of his mouth, every time suction was applied, every time his throat muscles enclosed around my engorged head. I couldn’t help but pant like I’d been running 10 miles without a break. I was being put through my paces. I was trying to relax so hard because this felt insanely good and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to savour every single moment, but a voice at the back of my brain was telling me that I needed to let loose and blow my load as deep in Alex’s throat as possible. I hadn’t said a word in the time that Alex was polishing my knob, I was in a sort of bliss. I hadn’t been thinking in words. Just laying in the glory that was the sensations being given to me. I couldn’t help it any longer. My will was not my own. That tiny little muscle that I was trying so hard to relax, to stop myself from cumming so soon, was giving way. The dam was beginning to break. “Alex, I can’t… I need to… I need to fucking cum” Alex’s head descended as low as it possibly could, so that his chin was resting on my tightened balls. He was doing something amazing with his throat that caused another grunt from me. He arose slowly and began the descent again. I was starting to get frustrated now. I needed to blow and Alex wasn’t fucking letting me. I pawed at his head to get off my dick, when something came over me. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think. My sole being was focused on blowing my load. I held onto Alex’s head as I scooched forward on the bed and landed my feet on the floor. Holding on tightly to Alex’s head, I stood up and gained my balance as I heard a gagging noise around my dick. “This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?!” I yelled out as I held Alex’s head tightly and withdrew my cock until my head was hanging on his lips. “Well, I’m gonna fuckin’ give it to you!” I started to fuck my hips into Alex’s face. His hands grabbed onto my thighs, not trying to stop me, but just give himself some balance. I wanted izmit escort to think that he’d be able to stop me from fucking his face like this… but a part of me knew that he wouldn’t be able to. I was getting my nut one way or another. I bucked back and forth into Alex’s throat, not once letting up, or caring about whether he could breath or not. I felt his face and my balls being covered in his saliva as he just knelt there, allowing my balls to slap against his face. I couldn’t hold it. Not now. Now that I was in control… “Aw fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum! Aw fuck Alex” I pounded his face with a ferocity I’d only seen once before… When Dad was fucking his ex-wife. “AWFUCK!” Then it happened. My cock expanded and began shooting it’s load as I held Alex’s head as far into my crotch as it possibly could. Electric shocks ran through my legs and every nerve ending in my body felt like they were on fire. I slowly fucked the throat as I grunted until… My bedroom door slammed open. The towels that had been put there had seemed to melt away and barely even slowed it down. There, in my door way, stood my Dad. His white dress shirt covered in red wine, a frown covered his face as he looked upon his baby boy fucking the face of his best friend. My hands slipped from Alex’s face and my cock, still pretty hard, slipped from his lips as Alex turned his head and saw my Dad looking at him. I looked down at Alex and saw he’d gone white as a sheet. I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d stopped him from breathing when I got carried away, or if it was the fact that my Dad had caught him with his son’s cock in his mouth. Next thing I knew, Alex was bounding through my door way, pushing past Dad and running down stairs and slamming the front door behind him. “Sorry for interrupting, I guess. But it looks like you’d finished anyways. Dad’s frown turned to a chuckle as he looked down at my cock, which had a drop of cum leaking out of the tip. “Worst fuckin’ timing, Dad” I grunted. I looked around for something to wipe myself off and grabbed the boxers I’d been wearing before. I wiped off my cock and then the puddle of cum on the floor where the last two ropes of cum had landed after I pulled out of Alex’s mouth. “Sorry, kid. I came home to change my shirt, when I heard noises in your room. I was confused, I guess.” “And if I’d have interrupted you with one of your birds as you were half way through cumming, you’d be all cheerness and light, yeah?” “Fuck no, I’d crack you round the head” He laughed again. I wasn’t entirely seeing the funny side. He’d ruined what was supposed to be an awesome fuckin’ nut. “Well, what do you want, Dad? You’ve barely spoken to me since… well, you’ve barely spoken to me since what happened. Now you’ve ruined the first blowjob I’ve had in two weeks, and probably ruined the chance of a do over. What the fuck do you want?!” I was pissed off. When I came, I usually just wanted to relax and chill. But now, I was fucked off. I was looking forward to sucking Alex off too, but I didn’t want to admit that to Dad. It was bad enough he’d just seen me being sucked off by another dude as it is. “Sorry kid” He just mumbled as he walked away. I walked over to my door and slammed it shut. I grabbed my phone and texted Alex `Don’t worry about my Dad. He won’t say anything. He just wanted to make sure nothing weird was going on’ I threw my phone and laid on my bed sulking. I heard Dad leave again and got no response from Alex the rest of the night. *** The next couple of days, I stayed away from Dad. Not just because of the weirdness from when he sucked me off. But because he’d scared away the only fucking sexual outlet I’d had. Alex wasn’t really talking to me. He kept leaving all the messages I’d sent him on read. He was probably freaked out that Dad was gonna expose him and stuff. I was angry at everything. Angry and incredibly horny. The Saturday night after New Years, the last weekend before I had to go back to school, I stayed in my room all day, only leaving to go to the bathroom, which was pretty much just my bathroom, and to go to the kitchen to get food and stuff. Dad was home that day and I heard him every now and then, milling around the house. I just ignored him. I hadn’t said a single word to him since he’d interrupted my blowjob. In my own head, I couldn’t tell if I was more angry at the fact that he’d interrupted me cumming, or interrupted before I could have the chance to try sucking Alex off. I tried to rationalise that I was furious over the fact he’d ruined my nut, but… that small voice at the back of my head kept reminding me that I really wanted to try sucking Alex off. My phone buzzed at around 8pm. I craned my neck as fast as I could, to see if it was from Alex. If I could give myself whiplash, I probably would have in that moment. It wasn’t from Alex though. It was from Dad. `I’m sorry.’ `What?’ `I’m sorry. For what happened?’ `Why the fuck are you texting me? You’re literally downstairs.’ `It’s easier to text this than talk.’ `What?’ `I’m sorry for interrupting you and your friend. I was just’ `Just what?’ `Jealous’ `What the fuck?’ `I heard you cumming and I wanted to see it. I was jealous’ `Fuck off you were’ He yelled at me from downstairs. I lurched out of my room and faced the music. I was still pretty pissed off, but I’m fifteen, it’s what I do best. I got to the living room and saw a regular array of beer cans. He was pretty pissed. He wasn’t looking at me properly though. He just sat on the edge of the sofa with he head slung down, like he was embarrassed. “So, you were jealous?” “Aw, don’t listen to me, I’m fuckin’ pissed” I got angry at him trying to dismiss me again. He tried reaching out and now he was pushing me away again. “Fuck off with that bullshit. Why were you jealous?” I think that caught his attention. He didn’t mind me swearing, but I was being belligerent and angry with him. I don’t think he liked that. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me like that, kid. Regardless of what’s gone on, I’m still your Dad!” He raised his voice at me. “Well, answer the question then!” “I wanted to be the one sucking you off! Okay?! I was fucking jealous that you had someone else sucking you off and it wasn’t me!” I was stunned. How is one supposed to react to that? I just moved and sat on the couch next to him. I didn’t say anything, I just patted him on the back and just rubbed it as he returned to looking at his feet. “I’m sorry, kid” “Dad, it’s…” “I’m sorry, I can’t fuckin’ help it… I just keep thinking about fuckin’ around with you, all the fuckin’ time. I’m sick. I’m sick in the head” I felt bad now. I was so angry at him, I’d never even thought that this might be the case. Ever since we’d wanked off together, he’d shown vague signs of being interested. Maybe I was too dense to even realise it. “Dad…” He looked up at me and I stared into his bloodshot eyes. I’d known for a while, since I’d stroked his cock and let him cum in my mouth, that I wanted him. Now I knew he wanted the same. I leant in closer and let our lips touch. Dad broke away after a moment. “If you do this kid, I won’t be able to stop myself” “Dad…” I couldn’t get another word out, cause Dad’s tongue was too busy invading my mouth. His hands were all over me as he leant and put his body weight on top of mine. I couldn’t hold it and fell back into the couch with him on top of me. Dad’s legs wedged in between mine while we necked. His body engulfed my own, despite the fact that I was probably about 4 inches taller than him. We laid on the sofa, just kissing and feeling each other, for what felt like an eternity. It was probably only about ten minutes though. Dad’s hands roamed around my body, feeling me frenetically. He’d grab at my pecs from under my t-shirt, he’d lift my thigh and rub it up and down, he’d run his hands through my hair while grinding his hips and his cock into my pelvis. It was like Dad was getting an insane amount of frustration out in one fell swoop. “Fuck, kiddo. I want you so bad…” He’d breath into my mouth in between kisses. My hands kocaeli escort grabbed at his back and dug below the waistband of his pyjama pants that he’d been wearing, clutching at his big beefy arse. Grabbing the mounds with as much force as I could muster, I parted them and pulled them. I couldn’t get enough of those big ol’ cheeks. Dad leaned up and disentangled himself from our embrace. He stood up and grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. When we arrived, I stood awkwardly as I looked at him pacing up and down, like he was a lion stalking his prey. I was the doe-eyed prey, not knowing exactly what else to do. Dad walked up to me so that his chest was only just touching mine. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it over to some corner of the room. He grabbed mine, and did the same to me. Dad started to kneel before me but before he could, I managed to catch him. “No, Dad.” I grabbed under his armpit and made sure that he was stood up fully. “Let me…” I began to kneel instead. I got on my knees before my Dad. I looked at his grey pyjama pants, a wet spot had appeared at multiple places on his crotch. He must have been super excited. I reached up and clutched at the waistband and slowly pulled it down. Dad’s rock hard cock caught under the waistband and slapped up, hitting his stomach as it fell free. “Uh, I’ve never done this before Dad…” He didn’t say anything. He just looked down and growled at me. I grabbed onto the base of his cock and licked at the sopping wet tip. I couldn’t really taste anything in particular. It didn’t taste anywhere near as strong as a full load did. I kinda liked it. I kept licking more until the only glisten on his cock was my own saliva. I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around my Dad’s dick head. I closed my eyes and heard a great sigh come from above me. I bobbed my head a little, taking no more than a couple of inches into my mouth. I was panicking, thinking that I was gonna scrape him with my teeth, but I went slowly, making sure that that wouldn’t be the case. Dad’s hands made their way to my head, he wasn’t bucking his hips, he was just trying to show me how much he was enjoying this. I could hear his sighs and grunts but I was too focused on the job at hand. I tried to force him deeper into my mouth, but going gingerly, trying to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong. “Oh fuck, kid. You’re fucking amazing at this” Dad breathed out. I backed most of his cock out of my mouth, so only his head was in there, with my tongue swirling around. I opened my eyes and looked up to my Dad. The man I admired so much. He was looking at me with complete adoration. My left hand was holding onto the base of his cock, and I reached up and rubbed Dad’s stomach and chest with my right, as I continued to swirl my tongue around the engorged head. One of Dad’s hands grabbed my wrist as he bent over slightly and he sucked gently on my forefinger for a moment before he let go and straightened his back. I knelt there confused, not knowing why he’d just sucked on my finger… until it hit me. I began to bob on his cock more as my hand slid down my Dad’s torso. His legs spread apart and made it a little easier for my to bob further on his cock. I was able to take about half of it in my mouth as it reached the back of my throat. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t be able to take him in my throat. I would need much, much more practice to be able to do something like that on a piece this thick. My hand made it’s way back down past Dad’s hairy crotch and I began to feel through Dad’s slightly opened crack with it. My fingers felt through the crevice until I found my goal. I tried not to stop my bobbing on the dick in my mouth, but the multitasking was difficult. When my finger found Dad’s hairy hole, I started to rub it gently. I knew it hadn’t been opened like when Dad had eaten me out when he fingered me, so I had to be gentle with it. I rubbed my moistened finger up and down his tight hole and felt Dad’s hand get slightly rougher on my head. “Yes…” I heard him hiss from above me. He wanted this. He wanted it badly. I dug my finger in his hole, feeling it give away every so slowly. I continued to bob on his cock when I felt Dad’s hips moving. He wasn’t forcing his hips forward, trying to get his cock deep in my throat, he was trying to force his hole to accept my probing digit. I felt my finger slide into his hole further and a grunt coming from above me. Dad’s arse was wiggling to get more than just the first knuckle in there. I kept up bobbing up and down on Dad’s cock. I knew that if he was making these noises, he was enjoying himself. I continued to work his meat in my mouth and slowly wiggle my finger in his arse. When I felt his tight hole engulf my second knuckle, I could feel his cock get harder in my mouth. His hands grabbed onto my hair tightly. Like he was holding on for dear life. My finger felt weird. It was scalding hot inside my Dad, the texture was weird. I couldn’t help but think what it would be like if my cock was inside there… Would Dad ever let me fuck him? He seemed to like a finger in there? Maybe there was a shot. Before I could even contemplate that more, Dad’s arse slid further back and my whole finger was entrapped in his hole. I wiggled my finger a little and that caused his cock to stiffen and I could taste a drop of precum fall on my moving tongue. “Jesus fuck, son. Keep that up and I’m gonna blow very soon” So, I kept it up. I wiggled my finger more and tried to keep sucking down on Dad’s cock, trying to keep the pace. It was a lot harder sucking cock than I’d anticipated. But I was enjoying it even more than I’d ever considered. I’d definitely be down to suck more cock after this. But maybe let my jaw rest for a little. “I’m sorry kid, I’m sorry” Dad’s hand clutched onto my head tightly and he began to buck his hips forward, fucking his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and then fucking back onto my finger. “Holy Jesus, FUCK!” He continued for a few moments before I heard his familiar cries. “Aw fuck, aw fuck! AW FUCK!” bellowed above me. Dad’s cock expanded and pulsed it’s thick load into my mouth, filling it with it’s thick, bleachy load. The texture was familiar, yet completely bizarre to me. The amount was more than I could handle and I spluttered, some falling down my chin. I had to swallow some, just to keep up. I don’t think dad noticed, he was too busy roaring with pleasure and fucking his cock in my mouth. His arse hole had tightened up on my finger, alongside thinking the texture would be nice around my own dick, I thought that feeling a cumming arsehole around my meat would feel amazing too. Dad’s cock began to slightly soften in my mouth and he just sighed. As it slipped out of my mouth, Dad leant down, hooked his hands under my arm pits, and threw me onto his bed. He climbed on top of me and licked his cum off my chin before kissing me deeply for a few moments. My cock, which I’d completely forgotten about, was tenting obscenely. I hadn’t even thought about my own prick in the moment, only about how good it would feel buried in an arsehole. Feeling it rub up against Dad’s thigh, in my own pyjama pants, reminded me how hot I was at that moment. Dad rolled off of my body and turned round. He pulled my cock out and engulfed it in one go. Every ounce of air was pulled from my body in the sudden explosion of warmth and wetness around my cock. Dad was sucking it like he was trying to pull a golf ball through a mile of garden hose. I couldn’t have held on if my life depended on it. Within thirty seconds, I was yelling out in sweet agony. Words had no meaning. Nothing mattered but holding my Dad’s head on my cock while my teenaged prick blew it’s load deep in his throat. When I’d finished blowing, I was panting like I’d run a fuckin’ marathon. I didn’t even realise that Dad had turned round and was kissing me again. I was delirious. “Fuck… You can do that any time you want” I managed to say in between pants and attempted deep breaths. I closed my eyes and felt Dad’s body sidle up to mine. All the energy had been drained out of me. I think I just literally cummed my brains out. I didn’t have the strength do anything else but try and lay there and pant. “Any time, kiddo. Any time”