Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2017 01:56:58 -0400
From: Head Game <headgame2010 (at) gmail.com>
Subject: Black Father & Son Bonding Time

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Black Father & Son Bonding Time

	I've always worshipped the ground my father walks on. It's
something I've never had any control over, its just been a natural
admiration of power that comes from deep within me. It started when I was
about 4 maybe 5. I was playing with a white boy who lived on my street, and
he stole my toy. I knew because I heard his sister talking about it. Let me
take a moment to explain myself. My name is Tamar. That's pronounced
Tah-mar. My fathers name is Tyson, and my mothers name is Carmen. They
married young, once they found out they were pregnant with me. The moment
my father learned my mother was pregnant he became very protective of
her. He was fully aware that I "his seed" was growing inside her, and he
made his presence known to any other man that my mother came into contact
with. He was very animalistic in the way he was protective. He sensed
things, and he could hear things before anyone else knew what was up. He
was definitely an alpha male.
	When I was born, my father expanded his love and protection beyond
my mother, but onto me. His ways with me, I feel, influenced me to have a
very deep connection to him that I don't share with anyone else. Being a
young black boy in the suburbs of New York had its challenges. But my
father was very involved and connected to me throughout my childhood. I
don't think I can even remember a time where he wasn't there for me. He
literally treated me like this royal prince, and he would tell me that his
job was to make sure that I became a better man than him.
	My father was a tall, dark, and handsome black man, with the body
of a movie star, and face that anyone would have a hard time dismissing. He
was absolutely perfect. He had a beautiful masculine face, with facial hair
that suggested he took care of himself.. He had chest hair, but not a
lot. He just had the treasure trail and a little bit that expanded over his
pecs. I had never really seen him naked until one night. We were home
alone, as my Mom worked overnights, and I knew my Dad was in his office
(the bedroom on the main floor), and so I decided to take him some of the
Kool-aid that I had made. I was probably 9 at the time, or 10. Anyway, I
walked into the office without knocking, and my Dad was on the floor,
kneeling, sitting on his legs. There were candles lit on the floor with
him, and he was sweating profusely.
	He hadn't noticed me yet, as he was deeply in tune with whatever it
was he was reading on his laptop, which was positioned on the floor in
front of where he was sitting. One of his hands was on the mouse of the
computer, and the other hand was squeezing and caressing his manhood. I
couldn't tell what he was reading cause the entire screen was filled with
black text on a white background. I was standing there kind of in shock at
what I was seeing. I'd never seen my Dad fully naked before, and it wasn't
often that I saw him without a shirt on. He looked good naked, that was for
sure. And he was even hotter naked and sweating. Seeing my father this way
had a very deep and profound effect on me.
	My whole body went rigid and I froze in place. I couldn't take my
eyes off it if I wanted to. It was such a shock to walk into a dark room
with my father naked on the floor illuminated by candle light and a dim
laptop screen, while he stroked his very big, heavy looking dick. He was
covered in sweat, and the room was already pretty warm from it being hot
that day, but it seemed like his whole body was covered in sweat. He was
slowly stroking his dick, which was also glistening in the light as his
hand slowly stroked the entire length. It must've been 9 maybe 10 inches
long, and thick. His testicles both hung down between his legs nicely and
were resting on the floor, as my Dad was sitting on his feet. I also
noticed a bottle of wine sitting next to him, and on the other side of him
was a wine glass that had only a little left in it.
	By this point my own preteen dick was straining in my shorts. My
underwear had it going down, and if felt bent, so I looked and reached down
to adjust it so it could straighten out. I looked back up at my Dad and he
was staring right at me. He didn't stop stroking, or look surprised to see
me. He just stared at me and continued stroking himself.
	"Shut the door and lock it," he said. I walked over to the door and
closed it quietly and locked the handle. I turned back around but stayed by
the door. "Come over here," he said in a calm but somewhat commanding
tone. I walked over and stood about 2 feet in front of him. He closed the
laptop lid shut, then told me to take off my clothes. I did as he said, and
felt kind of nervous about it but at the same time, seeing his muscled
sweaty black body lit by candle light, while he sat stroking himself and
watching me did have a calming effect. I got down to my underwear and you
could see that I was hard as a rock.
	"Come on now," he said impatiently awaiting me to remove my
underwear. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slid them down, then
stepped out of them. I stood back up and looked back at my Dad who was
looking over my entire body, the whole time he continued stroking his dick,
and had a calm but thoughtful look on his face.
	"Kneel down before me," he said, again in his somewhat commanding
tone. I didn't say anything, just got down on my knees in front of him. I
too sat on my feet with my knees pointing at him. The top of my knees were
just inbetween my Dads, so if I were to lean forward far enough, I could've
easily taken his dick in my mouth from this position, but...well, just keep
reading.
	"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" he asked, while slowly
sliding his slick hand up and down the shaft of his big heavy bkack dick.
	"You're jacking ----ff," my voice cracked. It happened right as I
went to say off, but the first part of the word didn't come out. I looked
back down at his dick, and watched him stroke it. He had strong rough
looking hands, but they sure slid nicely along the shaft. He had one large
vein running along the top of his dick all the way to the head. The tip of
his dick had foreskin, but it didn't completely cover the helmet shaped
head, which was 1 or 2 shades lighter than the rest of his dark chocolate
cock. I kept looking back up at all the ridges between his muscles, and
there were plenty to look at. His right pec muscle was flexing with every
stroke of his cock. It was still the hottest image I've ever seen, real or
fake. Sitting so close to him made me very aware of the scent that was
emanating from his sweaty body. He smelled like a black man, but not in a
bad way. My Dad showered every single day, so he didn't smell unclean, he
just smelled natural with testosterone filled endorphins and
attractants. The smell seemed to cause me to relax a little more. I began
feeling like we were doing something very special together, like a father
and son bond kind of thing.
	"Do like I'm doing," he said as he continued looking over my body
and my dick, which was basically like a smaller version of his, only I had
a little more foreskin on the end of mine to where it almost fully covered
the tip. I moved my hand onto my dick and began stroking it up and down
like he was. Suddenly, he raised up on to his knees to where his thighs and
torso were straight, and his dick was sticking straight out in front of
him, and right in front of my face. My eyes were wide in amazement as I now
had this incredibly up close view of his dick. He stayed like that, still
stroking right in front of my face for a few seconds before saying my name.
	"Tamar..." Hearing him say my name while his dick was in front of
my face was exhilarating all in its own way. I began stroking faster, as I
realized that I could feel the heat coming from his dick on my
face. "Tamar," he said again. I looked up at him and could see that he was
smiling down at me. "Watch," he instructed as he spit down onto his
dick. Then he looked back at me and said, hold out your hand. I lifted my
open palmed hand up in front of me and my Dad spit into it. Then he sat
back on his feet again and said, "now stroke it," indicating I try stroking
myself with his spit.
	We both continued stroking ourselves, and this time I noticed that
it felt much better now. It was insanely intense feeling that I felt like I
had to stop a few times or I'd pee or pass out.  "What are you thinking?"
he asked me.
	"I dunno," I said, not knowing what to say.
	"I'm thinking about the night your Mom finally let me put this dick
in her wet pussy and fuck her. She made a big deal about me wearing a
condom, so I pretended to put one on, cause I already knew I was gonna seed
that pussy. I knew I was gonna put a son in her too, and here you
are. That's part of our blood son, is that we make men. Our ancestors in
Africa understood that. They kept the men separate from the women until the
moon cycle told them it was time for them to breed. Then they would breed
with the women. The weaker men would have daughters, but the stronger men
always made more men. They believed this was a power given to them by their
fathers by drinking their father's semen. It made them more manly and more
masculine, stronger and more powerful men."
	"I wanna be a man Daddy," I said, as I imagined a bunch of young
boys standing in front of their Dads drinking something called "semen" out
of cups, and all the fathers applauding (I was pretty naive).
	"Say that again," he said. I noticed his focus on me seemed more
intense and he was squeezing his dick harder now as he stroked.
	"I wanna be a man Daddy," I said again, slightly slower. It dawned
on me that maybe there was a magical drink that would turn me into a big
strong sexy black man like my Daddy. After all, he was a little kid once
too...I'd seen the pictures. I wanted a big dick like his to play with. I
wanted to play with his dick though too. I wanted to be the one stroking
that big long veined dick. I wanted to run my hands over his strong thighs
and feel their power underneath my hands. I wanted to feel his strong
biceps hug me against his bulbous pecs and protect me from the ominous
world.
	"I know baby...I know," he said as his eyes seemed heavier, and his
voice huskier.
	"Whats that stuff they would drink to make them turn into men?" I
asked. I stopped stroking when he was telling the story about my ancestors,
and Dad motioned for me to continue stroking myself so I did.
	"It's called semen, but most people call it cum, or sometimes nut,"
he said as he watched me stroking myself. I kept scanning his entire body
with my eyes, trying to burn it into my memory. "It comes from a mans
balls. They make the cum, then when we get turned on and our dicks get
hard, we make our dicks feel good until our cum shoots out of it," he said
in a low sexually induced voice.
	We sat there stroking together for a few minutes in complete
silence. My Dad was looking intently at me, as if he knew something I
didn't and it was turning him on. He seemed like he was getting really into
how he was feeling cause he started flexing all of his muscles all over his
body. I continued thinking about everything that we were talking about, and
reached the conclusion in my head that if I drank his cum, then I would
grow to be strong, muscular and handsome like he was.
	"Daaddyy?" I said slowly and softly, in an almost whisper.
	"Yes baby?" he said as he sped up a little more in his stroking
motion.
	"Can I drink some of your cum?" I asked as I began wondering if he
would just spray it in my mouth so I didn't have to go get a cup.
	"If you drink it you have to drink all of it," he said. "My balls
made you, and they make exactly how much you need in order for it to work,"
he said. Of course, that made complete sense. "But, I dunno. I dunno if you
can handle it," he finished.
	"Yes I can," I shot back. "I can handle it. Pllleasssee Daaddyyy,"
	"Say that again," he said as he began rubbing his chest and abs
with his free hand.
	"Pleaaassseee Dadddyyy?" I repeated.
	"Please what?" he asked playfully.
	"Please can I drink your cum?"  I said smiling at him.
	His facial expression changed and he was looking at me completely
serious and said, "Beg me for it Tamar." He got up onto his knees again to
where his dick was once again, in front of my face. He was stroking at a
medium pace now instead of slow, and the tip of his dick was leaking a
clear fluid.
	"This dick gave you life boy, and now you want it to make you a
man. You gotta beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you need
it. I know you need it Tamar. I can feel it in my balls. The second you
walked into the room I knew that this is what you came for, and you didn't
even know it. Your body was designed by the cum in my balls, and you need
more of it don't you? It's okay baby...beg Daddy for his cum."
	"Please Daddy...I wanna drink your cum. I wanna drink all of it
down. I wanna be a big strong black man like you one day. Please can I have
it Daddy?"
	"You want my seed boy?" he asked, as he started sucking air between
his teeth.
	"Yes," I said.
	"Yes what?" he asked.
	"Yes Daddy," I replied.
	"That's right. Call me what I am Son. I am your Daddy. You're gonna
crave my seed once you taste it. You're gonna want it all the
time. Sometimes I might make you beg for it, so you gotta get better at
begging for it, but you need this boy. I can see it in your eyes that you
need my seed. I've been wanting to give it to you for so long. Daddy needs
to feed you. Daddy needs to watch the cum squirt on to your tongue, and
watch you swallow it all. Then I want you to suck the rest of it out of my
dick, and suck on my dick til I'm not hard anymore okay?"
	"Yes Daaaaddyyy," I said as my first orgasm came over me. Hearing
him talk about me sucking on his dick sent me over the edge and I began
shivering and moaning and felt light headed.
	"You like this don't you boy?" he asked.
	"Yes Daddy," I replied. I regained my composure then looked up at
my Dads face.
	"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he instructed. I stuck
my tongue out and noticed my Dad had his mouth open and tongue out as well.
	"Keep it open...ah fuck," he said as he sped up stroking even
more. Suddenly he stuck the head of his dick on my tongue and rubbed it
around for a second before continuing his stroking motion.
	"This shit is so fucking hot," he said softly under his breath.
	"Beg," he ordered.
	On cue I said, "Feed me Daddy, I'm thirsty for your cum. I need it
so bad Daddy. I need to swallow it all," I plead.
	"Aw fuck, open up..." he said as he began moaning louder than
before. He grabbed the back of my head and lined his dick head up to where
the tip of his dick was on the tip of my tongue. I suddenly felt a warm
glob hit the back of my throat, and could feel Dad's dick pulsing on the
tip of my tongue. His dick skin felt soft and silky smooth, while the cum
shooting onto my tongue was sliding to the back of my throat, and I had to
close my mouth to swallow and one of his spurts hit my lips. I instantly
opened back up and almost another whole mouthful when it finally died down
and stopped. I swallowed the second time, and when I opened my mouth again
my Dad began wiping his dick on my lips, collecting the cum that sprayed
there. Then he put his dick in my mouth and told me to suck all the cum
off, and to keep sucking. I did as I was told, enjoying the soft spongy
feel of his dickhead in my mouth. I could feel the blood leaving his dick
as it grew softer. Finally he pulled his dick from my mouth, leaned down
and picked me up into his arms and hugged me against him.
	"I love you so much Tamar. Don't tell anyone about this ever. This
is our true family secret that can't no one ever know," he said.
	"I swear I won't tell anyone," I said...and I meant it. I didn't
want to possibly ruin this new bond I had with my father.

To be continued...

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