Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 20:05:55 GMT From: tom yates Subject: "Military Dad" (Mb, Incest) Warning: This text file contains sexually explicit material and situations between a grown man and his minor son. (We hope so!) If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, or if it is illegal in your part of the world, PLEASE do not read and turn back before the gates of hell close on you forever. Amen. This is a factual account of events between my now deceased father -who cannot be prosecuted-Haha!~ & 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, Pedo) By IncstBoy IncstBoy30@hotmail.com I grew up on a military base in Sarasota NM. My dad was a Master Srgt in the Airforce 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, tenny 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 bathtime. 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 bathnight. "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 dads 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 bathtime 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 wrist watch. "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 awhile. 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 Funzone 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 awhile 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 awhile 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 horse play, 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 cock sucker. 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. -- 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. You can send comments to IncstBoy30@hotmail.com Would love to hear from other dad's or horny pedo's. :)