Ever since I could commemorate or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the sign of the zodiac with his big bulge. I went crazy thinking that his meaty dick and fleshy nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxer and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of dad walking into my elbow room with that big bulge, only to discover his thick heart and soul for me to taste and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick drawstring of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting pappa's sugariness pick. After I came, I lathered my mess up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was pappa's juicy stopcock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my stopcock rock hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to retrieve him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a porno magazine and a cotton table napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for old age. The napkin was dampness and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a moment ago, and his cum rag still had the sweet wetness of those substantive glob ! I almost came as I began licking the cloth, seeking to taste daddy's cream as lots as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take aim my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on pappa's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching peter, fingering my tight maw while the table napkin was on my mouth and knife, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the oodles of precum with the same napkin, so that I could try out my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and so absorbed in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's name, that I did not observance pappa entering the room and standing in movement of me.

A rush of epinephrin pellet through my mineral vein, a sudden terror took hold of me… until I noticed daddy's smile…

"look like you found your ol'man's jizz rag,"daddy said with a smile.

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more surprised at his chemical reaction. But that smile and that cryptic voice ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in sexual love with papa all over again ! There and then I determined with all my pump to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and command. I wanted to lose myself in his eyes, his olfactory perception, his touch, his physique ; to become one with him and to remain there forever.

By a kind of magnetized force that defied common sense, courtesy and mixer code, my hand was drawn to my hard turncock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's member aching to free itself from the constraint of those tight jeans. I didn't care that pappa was there, I didn't concern if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my fruitcake were churning like looney and my turncock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta separate ya,"daddy continued smiling,"that's my preferent cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from terror of what could happen future and from desire for what I wanted to own happen following,"it looks a bit worn. Maybe it's meter to get new one ?"

"That is an splendid estimation, son. I reckon I could explore throughout the linen paper drawers for one, but that'd take time and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like right now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large bulge, the extrusion that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many fourth dimension since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a little bitch in passion. pappa continued,

"You got an musical theme as to how to solve this quandary ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without quarrel or gestures his overwhelming desire to pee-pee me his new cum rag.

"Here I am dad,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

Daddy smiled as he reached for my laborious tool. Words fail to describe what I felt as daddy began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others empathise the sea of pleasure into which I was plunged as dada slowly inserted his finger's breadth into my taut muddle and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick ? Oh nookie ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first fourth dimension listened to the nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious conception, no frame of reference, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my mystification, sought to reassure me."Don't headache son, just enjoy it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my putz head.

"HOLY prick ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the narrator continues to describe a gracious, long school term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The truth is that I came the minute my cock head passed pappa's lip. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can serve me verbalise the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gobs and slurred strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the foiling that I was too nimble to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his centre told me that he was having a fire eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my forefront and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to snog ! His tongue was as piano and as deft in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my shaft. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hollow. It did not take in long for me to get voiceless again.

"Daddy, may I suck your peter ?"I said between kisses.

"Please daddy, ca-ca me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the tone of a small fry who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or lusterlessness Groening and is expected to have a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious creative person. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing bulge, I felt a like little terror and it increased exponentially when papa released his gargantuan, bellying cock from the confines of his denim. The length and breadth of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inch of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening hawkshaw, but such a sight stirred an ancient dread in the deepness of my center : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery immenseness of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that eternity of outer space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's rooster, I clearly saw my own littleness, my let loose vulnerability, my unavoidable inadequacy, before the raw manliness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an waterless desert, my warmheartedness burdened with an insurmountable weighting ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"daddy said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this dick as soon as those pretty middle of yours saw it."

There were no words I could address ; I could only give him the doleful, perplexed look of a puppy that was given a command which it could not understand."Don't trouble kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just delight yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the shaft of daddy's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my mentum touched his nodding, fill out en. As daddy's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly cuss and moan. My flabby tongue continued to lick his shaft, as the mouthful of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a greater desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this import since time immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my supply ship, slight cock all dark, wishing pappa would come into my room and take over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. daddy began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the distance of his gumshoe and swirled around his hard, glazed putz head. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my lilliputian hawkshaw was hardening wish dada would say with me all nighttime. The line of the lullaby was too a good deal ! I had reached a degree from whence there could be no return.

"OH fuck daddy !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to touch the melting crisis, scooped me from off the terra firma, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his nerve onto my crotch. I felt the light stalk of pop's chin tickling my egg, and his pry rubbing against my lighter pubic region as my rooster throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! DADDY ! pop !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with exertion, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awing climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial little terror that took cargo hold of me when foremost contemplating daddy's cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my betrayal of my nerve's high-flown aspirations and desires.

My centre began watering as I forced myself to look into pa's eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy. I have horribly disappointed you."

dada flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my human face with his tough dick.

"William Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's dick is ? See how much precum your daddy's dick is oozing ? You made it this hard, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock head was millimeter from my nose. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his hammer head. Daddy must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the skill and experience to deep-throat that splendiferous putz as it deserved. All the spell, pa leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a buss, with each kiss becoming wetter and surfactant with his precum. Daddy's moans and grunt became louder and more haunt, and my mouthpiece became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste perception and grain of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

"You want me to tell ya when I'm gon na break ?"dad said between moans, with almost a release of breath.

"No papa. I love surprises. Cum for me papa ! tip your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

daddy's cock shot too a great deal cum too fast for me to catch it all in my lip. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my oral cavity and oozed down my Chin, running down my neck onto my chest of drawers. pop flashed me a brilliant grinning and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his tongue as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each early. My heart all full of joy and gratitude, with a idea tempered by humility, I softly kissed pa and whispered a word of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

"facial expression like now you're my favorite cum rag, son. ”