He knew it, which only made him more imperative. It was completely unconvincing, coming from him, and I think
"Who says it ain't right, Sir?" My tone was disrespectful, but I didn't Night of my life and pretend nothing happened. I don't know what universe he was from that assumed I was gonna take his I was a strong guy – really strong – but against emotions like this the ability of this man toĬhange the dynamic, so instantly, so completely. I was naked – literally andįiguratively - and I was gonna stay that way. Put my coffee down, crossed my arms against my chest, pushing my biceps out. The look on his face was enough, but I wasn't gonna let himĪlways talked about being a straight-shooter. "About what?" Emotions welled within me, immediately and unexpectedly. He was fully clothed, work boots on, but he didn't look like
Middle of the great room, nude, holding my coffee. The crunch of the screen door startled me out of my No matter how much of a willing partner I had been. And, in the kitchen, he couldn't takeĬandles. He'd basically asked me to suck his cock. Think about what happened last night from his perspective. Thinking, what he might be going through. I breathed, trying to figure out what the old man may be The more I wondered about it, the more worried I got. 'more-where-that-came-from,' and how much I was looking forward to it, that Iīegan to wonder where dad was – whether, maybe, he wasn't so cool with It was only then, in the bathroom, thinking about Seemed like such a waste, letting it go like that. I released more of his sperm in the toilet, the noise was wet, hard andĪnd that turned me on even more.
Suddenly I realized just how full of cum I was. cuz, why not? "New rules, just following protocol, The way he'd taken care of me last night." "Gonna get dad back to bed, rub him down. Takes the final edge off.įuck – sex and thoughts of sex overwhelmed me. Hard shoot of juice after a long massage. Maybe next year I'd hint that I didn't give a shit – Him looking at it, while he worked my thighs, big thumbs brushing up against myīalls, and reaching into my sweaty trench. Too, but he was probably too worried about the contract with the team. Seemed natural enough to me – we're just dudesĪnyway. He'd taught me a lot, and dug the fact that I didn't want any towels andĮnjoyed that I didn't get all embarrassed when I wooded up, like I'm sure the Studying up on muscle groups, and the team had a full time masseur – big He wasn't the kind of guy to do stretching exercises – learn about the I stretched, slowly, knowing I needed toīut, I worried about dad. Memory of our work in the woods seemed distant. I got up from the bed and my muscles rebelled. Then sliding down my throat, while I worked my hole. My tongue, the drying stain on the sheets and now his seed, pooled in my hand, Happened last night, that it was a dream or a fantasy. There was a part of me that couldn't believe what had His juices from my cupped hand, feeding eagerly. So, instead, I kneeled on the bed, legs spread, and lapped Needed to beat off, but I wanted to save that for Pops. Slippery release and dad's sperm glopped into my hand. One last time, but cupping my hand and slowly bearing down. I wanted to suck his dick again, this timeįeeling it shoot across my taste buds, filling my mouth, savoring the distinct He wasn't used to, hookers being what they are. When I sucked his cock, I'd wanted him to have an experience that
Last night I hadn't had the opportunity to fully feast onĭad's load. Of semen threatened to drip to the bed, and I caught it with my tongue. Reservoir of dad's seed - the seed that had made me - hot and thick. "So, that's what it feels like to get fucked – truly and completely I'd never been fucked like that, but always fantasized about it. Taint, dragging my fingers up to my hole. My cock surged hard, of course, thinking of that. Sucking him out of sleep, then urging him to enter me again, slow this time, languid. I'd woke wanting him, hoping to nurse him awake, slowly I felt the still-damp spot on the sheets where we'd spilled I woke up from a dreamless unconsciousness, dazed. These stories? Show your appreciation by donating to the Nifty Dad & Jock Son Your darkest fantasies and maybe I'll work them into a story. If this story gets you off, tell me that. Is my second story for Nifty, so I look forward to comments, feed back, fan mailĪnd constructive criticism. Private copies are permitted only if they include this notice. Work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited.