Rainy day with dad

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Rainy day with dadI awoke to see the walls and ceiling of myroom flash with lightning, then crash! Another peel of thunder seemed toopen up the skies even more. A hard rain drove like nails into the tinyhome’s roof.Summers were like this in Illinois. In between sweltering July heat, wewere pelted by electrical storms and sometimes high winds. Those days madeit impossible for my dad to work his construction job. As I wiped he sleepfrom my eyes and gave my morning wood a few quick strokes, I could make outhis legs and feet in the recliner in the livingroom just ouside my bedroomdoor.Most mornings of summer vacation, sleeping naked and jacking off firstthing in the morning had become my habit. I licked my right hand andslowly jacked my wood as I stared at his bare feet and hairy legs. A fewweeks before, he had come home drunk and slipped naked into my bed. I hadfelt his 7″ bone against my thigh and he seemed so out of it, I got braveenough to stroke it a few times.I still remember how his cock immediately rewarded me with a nice glob ortwo of hot pre-cum, which I couldn’t resist tasting. I thought aboutsliding under the covers to suck him off, but chickened out, preferringinstead to get myself off gently rubbing my cockhead as he snored away. Inthe morning, he had gotten up and acted like nothing had happened, but Ialways wondered if he knew what I had done. Maybe he even knew I playedwith dudes some? Maybe he had seen my browser history when I thought I wasso careful to erase it every time? If he had, even once, he would have seenhow often I had been to the daddy-son sites.My cock was aching it was so hard as I beat off under the covers looking atmy old man’s legs and thinking about his big ol’ pecker. It had to be 8inches and it was as thick as a beer can. I was cut, but his foreskin slidback when he got hard making his meat looked just like mine, only bigger.I could almost taste his precum from that night…mmmm….uggh…try not tomake a sound, and fuck yeah! I shot a big glob of cream against the topsheet. I rolled over and rubbed the load of cum in my bush against theblanket to clean up.I waited until I was soft, reached down and grabbed my undies from thefloor bahis firmaları by the bed. I slipped into some sleep pants and made my way out intothe living room. What I saw made my just satisfied cock spring to lifeagain.The rain on the roof played like static in the living room. Dad apparentlycouldn’t hear me approaching and was in his recliner, with his cock out,eyes closed and enjoying a nice long fist fuck. The TV was on some oldmovie, and it was obvious that the images weren’t part of what got him thishard and ready. I slipped back toward the doorway to my room and watched ashe rhythmically stroked himself. He stopped and squeezed the base, causinghis foreskin to slide over the head. A huge blob of clear, sticky precumoozed from his piss slit, making my mouth water. Dad used his fingertips tospread it around the head of his cock, peeled the foreskin back and wentback to beating off. It was quite a show.I reached down into my own white underwear, gooey and wet from just havingcum. I was already throbbing and ready to go again. I slowly freed mypecker from my underwear and sleep pants, licked my had and startedstroking. There we were, father and son, beating off together like I hadalways dreamed. Well, almost. With the rain and darkness of the room, Dadwas totally unaware of my presence. But that was about to change.He groaned and opened his eyes. He slowed his jacking and held his cock. Istood there frozen, with my dick in my hand and looked at him. The rainhad suddenly stopped. The house was quiet. I didn’t know what to do next.”Caught me having some private time, Son.” He said. Dad’s low, manly voicealways made me quiver. “Do you like watching me?”I was still motionless and silent.”Apparently you do, since you’re having a little fun yourself. Don’t juststand here, come on over here.”I took a step and my underwear and sleep pants fell to the floor. I wastotal naked and erect standing before my father in his chair with his cockin his hand. My heart pounded. My mouth was dry. My asshole strangelytingled like it was anticipating something.Next thing I knew I was next to him. He had let the recliner down and wassitting with his cock pointing straight up kaçak iddaa to the ceiling. His warm,leathery hand ran across my smooth boy butt.”Mmmm….that ass, son. Mind if I look a little closer at it?”I silently turned around and he grabbed my hips and slid me right beforehim. His bearded face came within inches of my hairless hole. He seemedto sniff it, then he kissed my ass cheeks and slowly ran his middle twofingers up from my taint to the top of my butt crack. I let out an audiblegasp. It felt so good to have him touch me there. In all my playing withother boys, no one ever had touched my hole. It was all jacking off andsome sucking. I had secretly longed to be fucked and it was like Dad knewand was releasing that pent-up desire.Dad’s rough hands gripped my hips and spun me around. Now my cock tip wasalmost touching his bearded lips. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed mycockhead and 2-3 inches of my dick in his mouth. Immediately, his experttongue worked the underneath side of my cock like a pro. Dad was aconsummate cocksucker. A pro. I could feel it. Those rough fingers didn’tforget about my ass crack. They slid up and down in and out of my crackand played the lips of my boy pussy like a fucking violin. I was not thefirst boy he had sucked off like this, I thought.I panted and groaned. I grabbed his strong, tan shoulders and felt how hothe was as I watched him work my cock. It was dirty, shocking and yet feltso right all at the same time. No boy my age could please me like this, Ithought. This was a real man. The man. My dad.Suddenly Dad stood up. He was about four inches taller than me. He grabbedmy ass aggressively and pulled me toward his raging cock. It pressed hardagainst my stomach. I knew he was going to kiss me hard on the mouth, but Istill felt unprepared as he thrust his tongue toward the back of my throat.He tasted like coffee and cock, his beard smelled a little bit from thebeer he drank the night before. I could also catch a whiff of the steamrising from his pits. He was hot, almost sweaty. I wanted every inch,every drop, every hair of him.He caressed and grabbed my boy ass with his hairy man hands. He stoppedkissing me, licked his fingers kaçak bahis and looked me in the eye and reached backaround to finger my hole.”You been fucked yet?””No, Daddy.””Good. That shit needs to start at home. That’s where I learned it. That’swhere you’ll learn it.”I stood there and tried to relax my ass muscles. He slipped more and moreof his fingers inside me and grinned.”Mmmm…someone likes to have their asshole fingered? Maybe you want me tofuck you?””Yes, Daddy!” I said almost instinctively. I was in a trance. My body wastalking, not my mind. This was all too surreal.”Well maybe that’s on the agenda later on. I think I need to see what kindof cock sucking skills you got, boy.”Dad pulled me to my knees and I took his massive cock in my mouth. Salty,slimy pre-cum filled my mouth as I sucked and licked like he had done tome. I looked up at him. He smiled down on me.”That’s it boy, suck Daddy. You like that?”I nodded and sucked. He held the back of my head and started slowlyinching more and more of his man meat into my mouth, toward the back of mythroat. Once when sucking off an older boy in the neighborhood, I hadfigured out how to get the head of his cock down my throat without gagging.I took a deep breath, remembered that time and tried my best to throat myDad. I gagged, coughed and looked up at him.He smiled. “You’re okay. Just not used to a man’s cock in your throat. Tryagain, boy!”Dad almost ordered me, which I kind of liked. I was usually the oneaggressively mouth fucking younger, more delicate boys I played with. Butwith Dad, I enjoyed being his little cock sucking bitch.I worked more and more of the cock in my mouth and back toward my throat. Iconcentrated on breathing out of my nose and felt him thrusting the back ofmy throat. Within a few strokes I was taking it! Daddy was throat fuckinghis little boy.He groaned with pleasure and picked up his rhythm. He was thrusting hiships now, pounding my throat and loving the sensation.”Yeah, boy! Yeah! Awww…fffuuucckkkkk!”With that he slide out a little so the head of his cock was resting on mytongue. Huge spurts of hot cum jetted out, filling my mouth. I held hisballs gently and felt his cock pulsing. I patently waited until he wasdone and then looked up at him obediently with a mouth full of cum.”Swallow it, boy!”I did as Daddy told me to. This rainy day of summer vacation was turningout to be the best day of my life.

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