Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2011 19:57:12 -0500
From: moviekid20@yahoo.com
Subject: Black Rapper Daddy pt. 1

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       My name is Jamariqi (Jam-air-ak-eye) and I am 14 years old. I am an
African American, and the son of a famous rapper. I'm 5 ft. tall, and weigh
90 pounds, have dark caramel colored skin, and my hair is cut short, in an
uptown-fade style. My Aunt always cuts my hair and she cuts these really
cool designs into my head. She used to cut my Dad's hair the same way
before he grew his hair out. I look a lot like my Dad, but I'm shorter,
skinnier, and don't have any facial hair like he does. My Dad is what my
Grandma calls a "street thug." He works out practically all the time, and
lately he's been waking me up early in the morning to go running with
him. I really like running with him, because when we're done, I always get
to see him in just a towel when he gets out of the shower.
       For as long as I can remember, I've always thought my Dad was the
most attractive man I've ever seen in my whole life. When I was about 10 or
11 years old, I started having fantasies about my Dad fucking me, or me
sucking his dick. Of course, I never told my Dad that, because he had a hot
temper, and I was too scared he would beat my ass, and that he wouldn't
treat me the same. Dad always was really nice to me, even when I got in
trouble, but when it came to his friends (soldiers, as he liked to call
them), he was always very serious, and had a tendency to be kind of an
asshole. I grew up in a small two bedroom apartment with my Dad, my Aunt
and my Grandma. Dad wasn't usually home, so that left my Grandma and my
Aunt to raise me. My Mom would call once in a while from prison, though I'm
still not sure why she's there but Grandma says that the world is a safer
place with her behind bars.
	Anyway, Dad was always writing rap songs, and going out at night to
clubs and stuff to perform. I've seen him perform quite a bit, and I've
even got to hang out with him and his "soldiers," and even helped him write
a song. About a year ago he came home from the club really happy, saying
that he met a guy who wanted to put one of his songs on the radio. Dad told
me stuff like this before, but nothing ever happened so I didn't take him
very seriously. Well low and behold, a week later he came to my school and
signed me out early. I asked him where we were going and he told me we were
going to the radio station so he could talk on the radio, and that they
were going to play one of his songs. I was so excited to see what a real
live radio station looked like! So, we walked out of the school and got
into his friends SUV. When I got in, I noticed Dad had two of his friends
with him, Monnie and Wade. They greeted me by saying, "What up lil Homie?,"
I said hello to them as I buckled my seat belt, and then listened to them
talk about how rich we were gonna be the whole way there.
	When we got there, a man met us out in the parking lot and walked
us inside. He had a badge with his picture on it that he had to use to get
us into the building, and to open practically every door we went
through. When we were finally inside, the man who was escorting us in asked
my Dad if I should wait in the waiting room. I was surprised how my Dad
answered him, he said, "Actually, no...I brought him with me because he
helped me write this song, so I figured he should be right here with me
when it gets played on the air." The man nodded and then asked my Dad, "So
is he one of your soldiers?" Then my Dad said, "He's the number one
soldier," then he looked at me with a matter-of-fact look on his face, and
Monnie and Wade nodded in agreement. So, we all sat down in these nice
chairs at a circular table that had a microphone and a pair of headphones
in front of each chair. I excitedly put on my headphones, and heard my Dad
tell the guy sitting behind the desk to cut off my microphone. I didn't
mind though, because I would've been too scared to say anything anyway.
	After a lot of waiting, and listening to my Dad and his friends
talk to the radio station people, the guy with the big microphone started
talking in a funny kind of way, into the microphone. "Whats hot Detroit? We
are live and on the air with the hottest local talent in the rap game. Go
ahead and introduce ya self." I looked at my Dad and he had this glazed
over look in his eyes, and then he spoke into the microphone saying,
"Whaddup fam, this ya boi J.L. comin to you live from tha D, and we bout to
introduce yall to that new flava that ya been wantin to hear, and its real
fresh too. My son co-wrote this track with me, so respect to the lil
talented homies out there, and remember, you heard it here first." The
radio guy continued with, "So turn up them speakers metro Detroit, and get
ready for the radio debut of the hottest new track by a hot new
artist. This is... Loud in my hood -- by J.L. featuring D-Street
Soldiers."  Then the music started playing.
	 I was so excited and happy for my Dad. He worked so hard on his
music and now, right now, it was playing on the radio. I noticed his
friends were looking at him and had that mean look on his face. Then he
looked over at me, and he smiled for a split second, and then went right
back to his mean look. I knew that he wasn't mad, he just made that face
sometimes, I think to show that he was serious. After the radio station, we
were driving home and his friends dropped him and me off at the apartment,
so Dad could get ready to go out and celebrate. So Dad and I walked into
the apartment by ourselves. He was on the phone talking with someone about
the whole radio station thing, and I sat down and just stared at him.
	I was having the strangest feelings inside of me at that moment. I
was looking at him, and he didn't look like my Dad anymore. He looked like
someone famous. I guess, when I think about it now, I must have been star
struck, even though he was my Dad, something was just different about him,
and I knew that our whole world was about to change. That kind of scared me
because I liked the way things were now, and I had no idea what was about
to happen, but I knew something was definitely about to change. I suddenly
became overwhelmed and I started crying. I don't remember crying in front
of my Dad except for once when I scraped my knee when I was little, and he
told me to "man-up, and cut that shit out." So I made sure not to let him
see me cry. But this was different, I couldn't control this, and deep down
I wanted him to see me cry. He hung up his phone, "What's wrong mini me?"
he asked. I put my face in my hands, and was crying so hard that I couldn't
breathe. I wasn't even making any sound, but I was shaking and tears were
pouring out of my eyes. When I finally looked up, my Dad was kneeling in
front of me with a concerned look on his face. "Your gonna move away and
I'm never gonna see you anymore!" I mumbled. "What?" he said looking
astonished. "Naw lil nigga, where ever I go you go. You is my seed baby
boy, Imma always be right next to you," he said. I still had tears coming
down my cheeks, but I was looking straight into his eyes. "I love you
Daddy," I said softly. He smiled at me and said, "I love you too mini me."
	Then, with tears still streaming down my face, I quietly said,
"Daddy will you hug me for a little while?" He kind of had a puzzled look
on his face for a second like he was really surprised that I asked him
that. "What you talkin bout?" he asked. "...nevermind," I said. I felt
really embarrassed for asking him that, and I got up and bolted to my room,
closed the door and jumped into my bed and under the covers.  After a few
minutes he opened my door and said in a quiet voice, "Mini me, Im bout to
be out, but I'll talk to u when I get home." He walked over to my bed and
placed his index and ring finger on his lips and kissed them, then rubbed
the same hand across my head. Daddy's done that to me since I was a baby,
but only when I was upset about something. To me, it was his own special
way of saying he loves me, without saying it out loud. I could feel him
staring at me for about 10 seconds, then I heard him walk out of my room. A
minute later I heard the apartment door open and close, and he was gone.
	After about an hour my Grandma and Aunt came home and we all talked
about what happened at the radio station. They both told me how they called
everyone they knew and told them to turn on their radios so they could hear
my Dads song. The apartment phone was ringing off the hook all night, to
the point that my Aunt unplugged it. After dinner, I went to my room to lay
down. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Plus, I couldn't stop
worrying that I wouldn't be able to see my Dad anymore. I knew about famous
people, and how busy they were with photo shoots, performing, interviews,
and working in the studio. After a while, I eventually drifted off to sleep
while anticipating the changes that were about to take place.
	The sound of the apartment door closing suddenly woke me up. "Shh
be quiet nigga, everyones asleep up in here!", I heard my Dad say. "Oh my
bad," came another voice that I recognized as Monnie. "Dawg that ho was
boojey (bourgeois), as hell," my Dad said in a sort-of slurry voice. "That
bitch wouldn't even show me what her head game is like," he continued. I
heard Monnie laugh at this, and then their voices got quieter and I
couldn't make them out, so I got out of bed and went to the door to
listen. "Yeah, she was bad as hell, probably the baddest broad up in the
whole joint...but why she gotta go out lookin like that, knowin she aint
tryin to get dicked down?" my Dad asked. "Man, that shits a front if you
ask me, that bitch know who you are so she tryin to make herself seem
classier than she is, cause she know u can get any hoe in da club," Monnie
replied. "Damn, I aint even think of it like that," said my Dad. "I aint
even gonna chase that bitch like that tho, I'd rather settle for one of
them other hoes that will suck my dick all night til I say stop," he
continued. "Shit, I feel you my nigga...sometimes I'd rather just get sum
throat, instead of workin up a sweat pounding the pussy," Monnie said.
	Hearing them talk about getting their dicks sucked had my dick rock
hard, while envisioning my naked father sitting on the couch rock hard,
with his hand on the back of my head while I suck the hell out of
him. "That's what I'm saying Monnie," my Dad said, "I want a bitch who's
head game is on point. A bitch that will suck my dick morning noon and
night, just cause she wants to. I don't care what a bitch look like, she
can be ugly, just don't be straight up nasty lookin. Just as long as the
majority of our time together consists of my dick down her throat, and I'll
marry the ho fa real. I love getting sum good ass head." Monnie laughed at
this. I could hear them taking swigs out of a bottle of something. It had
to be alcohol, cause whenever my Dad went out to a club, he would u usually
come home drunk. Suddenly I heard a cellphone tone go off. "Aiight my nigs,
Nika's here to get me...I'll see you tomorrow at the studio." Monnie
said. "Fa sho homie," replied Dad. I heard the apartment door open and
close again, and then I could hear footsteps coming toward my room. I ran
to my bed and jumped under the covers in a flash, and pretended to be
asleep.
	I could hear my Dad walk over beside my bed. He put his hand on my
shoulder and gently shook me. "Mini-me...yo you awake lil nigga?" he asked
me. "Hmm?" I replied in a sleepy voice. I turned over, sat up and rubbed my
eyes, as if I had just woken up. Dad sat down on my bed beside me and said,
"Check me out...I ain't like why you was cryin earlier today. That shit
been on my mind all night, and I been trying to come up with an appropriate
response, so that I don't confuse you about how I feel, or what I think."
He looked serious, but it wasn't his mean look, it was just a
compassionate, yet serious look. "Okay," I replied. "I need for you to
understand that you belong to me. You are mine! I also need for you to
understand that I ain't going no where. Yes, I am going to make a lot of
money, and we are going to move to a big house, and I'm going to be at the
studio a lot, and shootin music videos, and all of that. It's going to
happen, because it's all part of my plan," he said as sober-like as he
could. I could tell he was drunk though, because he kept closing his eyes
and raising his eyebrows while he talked. Plus every breath he exhaled
smelled like pure alcohol. "But don't get it twisted," he continued. "Where
ever I'm at, go to, plan to go to, or have already been to, you can be
there too. When I'm at the studio, you can be there too, when I'm shootin
music videos, you are gonna be on every set that I'm on, if I'm on stage
performing, you can either be backstage, or in the front row, it's up to
you, but understand...that you belong to me...you are mine...and you are a
part of me. Lil nigga, you is my seed and I ain't neva gonna be away from
you. That's not an option. That's unacceptable. Yo Mama already did that
shit to you. Real talk Jamariqi, I would kill a nigga over you. Let me find
out that some crazy shit happened to my baby boy, my seed...that sum nigga
thought it might be a good idea to put you in a crazy ass fucked up kinda
situation, and something happened to you...naw fuck that baby J. They will
be dead and in the ground before I have a chance to think twice about it."
	Hearing my Dad say all of this was having an intense effect on
me. Hearing him say that I belonged to him, and how protective he sounded
of me made my heart ache for him. Looking back now, I really think that
that was the moment that I truly fell in love with him. My own father, the
man who gave me life, had unknowingly become the first man that I ever fell
head over heels in love with. I, again, started to cry in front of him. The
feelings I was experiencing were stronger than any feeling I ever felt
before. I looked up at my Dad, and couldn't believe my eyes. He was looking
at me, and had a single tear running down his cheek. In a broken and
cracked voice he said to me, "I love you to death Jamarqi, and any nigga
willing to test that, is GOIN to the grave, one way or another." He then
put his hand behind my back and pulled me up into his arms. He placed his
other hand on the back of my head and guided me to lay my head on his
chest. Then he squeezed my whole body tightly against his and leaned back
against my pillow. I felt so safe and protected and loved, that I didn't
want to ever move again. Both of us ended up falling asleep like that. His
muscular arms wrapped around me, while my head rested on his chest which
allowed me to listen to his heartbeat, and feel his chest muscles through
his shirt. I knew at that moment that I was in the safest place in the
entire world.
	After about an hour and a half of lying like that, I woke up for
the second time that night, still lying in my Dad's arms. Only now, he was
snoring in my ear, which is why I woke up, and he was also drenched in
sweat. He was still wearing the clothes that he wore to the club, and he
smelled like a mixture of cologne, soap, sweat, and marijuana. I found
myself enjoying his scent, and turned my face into his shirt, and deeply
inhaled through my nose. I lifted my head, and slowly moved off of him. I
then looked up to his face and my heart throbbed with the love that I felt
for this incredibly handsome man, my father. I decided to try to undress
him myself, and reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up. His
abs came into view, along with some of his tattoos that he had on his
stomach and chest. I became hard instantly upon seeing his sexy masculine
stomach. I'd seen my Dad shirtless on plenty of occasions, but never up
close like this. He was still snoring, and I knew that when I tried to pull
his shirt off, he would probably wake up, so I decided that I would lift up
his shirt, and then undo his belt buckle and jeans before doing anything
that would wake him up. I'd never seen his dick before and I wanted to use
this opportunity to my advantage as best as I could. Seeing his stomach
made me want to touch it. I gently placed my hand upon his abs and closed
my eyes, trying to make sure that I remembered this moment, exactly how his
abs felt underneath my 14 year old hand.
	After feeling his stomach for a few minutes, I had the idea of
putting my face against his stomach. So, I slowly and carefully moved to
where I was laying next to him with my head on his stomach. His muscles
felt so good and right against my cheek and face. I opened my eyes and
glanced down at his belt buckle. I suddenly noticed from this angle that
there was a very large lump in the front of his jeans that was running down
his left thigh. I slowly placed my hand on it, and as soon as I made
contact, my Dad moved his hand onto the other side of my face and rested it
there. My heart began pounding in my chest. I was too scared to move my
hand and just left it there, resting on top of his dick. I could feel the
heat emanating from his hard dick underneath my palm, and I was astonished
at how big it was. It was really long and really thick, and I could feel
his heartbeat pulsing throughout the length of it. After I calmed down a
bit, and his snoring resumed, I gently squeezed his bulge. His cock muscle
flexed underneath my hand a couple times which excited me to no end. I
waited a few more seconds before moving my hand down the length of this
giant sized fuck stick until I noticed a huge wet spot near the end of
it. I slid my finger around the wetness, and then brought my finger to my
nose to smell it. There really wasn't much of a smell, so I stuck my finger
in my mouth to taste it.
	It had a slightly sweet taste, leaving me wanting to taste more. So
I moved my hand back his bulge and rubbed it's length once again. The big
long cock jumped again underneath the denim jeans he had on, and this time,
my Dad's whole body moved. I removed my hand as quick as I could and sat
up. I looked over and my Dad was taking off his shirt, then he removed his
jeans and underwear in one quick motion. All the while his eyes remained
closed. I didn't know what was going on at this point and I was scared that
he didn't really know what was happening either.  Then he laid back down,
reached over and pulled me back down to where my head was again laying on
his stomach. For the first time in my life, I was staring straight at my
father's hot, hard, precum-dripping, life-giving manhood. I was completely
mesmerized by the sight of it. It was huge! It had to be about 11 inches in
length, really thick, and was laying on its side, and the tip was only
about an inch away from my chest. There were a couple big veins that ran
along the shaft that appeared to be pulsing. I also noticed that there was
skin covering part of the tip. I knew from watching porn that he had an
"uncut" dick. My dick was cut, but looking at Dad's dick, I wished mine was
like his.
	I remember feeling so scared that I thought I was gonna be
sick. Dad wasn't snoring anymore, but he was still hard, and still had his
hand on the side of my head, while the other side of my face was resting
against his rock hard tattooed abs. Suddenly I started to feel like I was
going to pass out, and I had to remind myself to breathe, because I was so
scared that I was holding my breath and didn't realize it. So, I resumed
breathing as quietly as I could when Dad suddenly spoke, "Don't be scared
girl, go head and make this dick..." he suddenly paused, and I could feel
his eyes on the back of my head. I also noticed that he stopped
breathing. "Damn," he finally said after a few minutes, that felt like an
eternity. I knew that in a few moments, my face would no longer be touching
his stomach, and that I would no longer be staring at his big dick, so I
closed my eyes and savored the moment. Then I felt him lift his arms and
move to where his hands were underneath my armpits. He lifted me up and
laid me next to him, then he pulled the covers up over the both of us,
hiding away his nakedness. I was pretending to be asleep because I had no
idea what he was thinking. I felt him begin to sit up, like he was going to
get out of bed. I don't know what came over me, but I reached my arm over
and wrapped it around his naked stomach and said, "Don't leave Daddy."
	He turned around to look at me, and that was when I noticed he
looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Yo lil nigga, how I get out my
clothes?," he asked quietly. "You looked uncomfortable, so I started to
take off your shirt and pants, and then you sat up and finished taking them
off, then you laid back down." I replied as innocently sounding as I
could. "That's all that happened?" he asked sounding slightly
worried. "Yeaahh," I said, raising my eyebrows, with a hint of
disappointment in my voice. He turned to look at me, making eye contact,
and stared for a few seconds before turning away.  He sat on the edge of
the bed with his feet on the floor, facing away from me and seemed like he
was thinking real hard about something. "My bad mini-me, I didn't mean to
take my clothes off in the bed with you." My heart was beginning to sink
with every word he spoke, because I knew that this situation was coming to
an end, and that everything would probably go back to normal once he left
my room. "It's okay Daddy, you don't have to be sorry. But please
stay...just lay back down and we can go back to sleep...pleeeeaaassseee?"
	He didn't move for a minute, and then finally (to my surprise) he
laid back down next to me, pulled the covers up over us, and closed his
eyes. I wanted to lay my head back on his stomach, but I was too scared he
wouldn't let me, so I didn't move. After a little while, I noticed the
cover had a lump in it right where Dad's dick was at. It was obvious he was
hard again. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and continued to stare. After a
while, Dad started lightly snoring again. I started getting all kinds of
crazy thoughts about how I could get to touch his bare dick. I suddenly had
come up with a plan. The first order of business was to take off my shirt
and pajama pants. So, I sat up and slowly undressed, listening all the
while to Dad's breathing. Once I had my clothes off, I pulled them out from
under the covers and leaned over Dad a little and dropped them on the
floor. Just as I went to move back under the covers, my Dad's hand came up
behind me again, and rubbed my back for a second before coming to a rest on
my lower back, just above my butt. His hand felt so warm and powerful
against my soft skin. I didn't move and just listened to him lightly
snoring. Then as I slowly started to lay back down, Dad's hand moved down
onto my butt, and he squeezed my ass cheek, and again pulled me up against
him. I let out a soft moan from feeling him squeeze my little boy butt, and
was instantly rock hard again. I shifted my body to get comfortable and
moved the sheet from in between us, allowing me to lay up against his naked
skin. I slightly bent my left leg, and placed it over my Dad's legs, and
then laid my head on his bare chest. Then, I pulled the covers up over my
head, and laid my left hand back on Dad's stomach. Dad's hand was still
resting on my butt cheek, and I wished so badly that he would squeeze it
again.
	Dad's body was so warm and nice feeling and both of our dicks were
rock hard. Once I was done adjusting and getting comfortable, I laid
completely still, careful not to make the slightest move. Dad's breathing
got a little heavier, and so I took it as the opportunity to touch his dick
again. So, I slowly slid my hand down his waist, and into his pubic
hair. He had a thick bush of hair that was scratchy and soft all at the
same time. I then reached the base of his giant cock, and lightly moved my
fingertips along the length until I reached the tip, which was wet with
precum. For the second time that night, I collected some of his precum and
brought it to my lips, and gently sucked on my fingertip, savoring the
taste of my father's juice. I slowly moved my hand back to his dick, and
this time I held it in my hand. I noticed that my fingers weren't able to
wrap around the entire shaft. I held my Daddy's big hot throbbing dick for
a few minutes, and every so often I would squeeze it and feel it react by
flexing in my hand. Suddenly, I heard my Dad begin to speak, and I swear I
almost had a heart attack. "Lil nigga that WAS you grabbin my dick through
my jeans earlier," he whispered. I instantly released his dick from my
grasp, but I didn't move. "Do you like how my dick feel mini me?," he asked
me, again in a whisper. I was so scared I couldn't respond. Tears were
welling up in my eyes. I felt like a little girl at that moment, because I
wasn't the type of kid to be crying all the time, but I was learning that
when it came to my Dad, it was hard not to cry. Suddenly, Dad moved his
hand off my ass, and pulled the covers off of us with a quick yank. I
thought for sure he was gonna hit me, so instinctively I curled up in a
ball and covered my head with my arms, and started crying my eyes out.
	"Baby boy, what the fuck is wrong wit u?" he asked me, still
whispering. All I could do was cry harder, and so I did. "Cummere lil
dude," he said, gently grabbing me and pulling me into his arms. "Look lil
nigga, you need cut out this cryin shit, cause my baby boy aint gonna be no
bitch." Hearing how calm he sounded caused me to calm down a bit. "Damn,
nigga for real, you need to calm down, I can feel yo lil ass heart beatin
like a mutha fucka kid...just chill out, you ain't in trouble," he said
reassuringly. I sat up a little bit and wiped my eyes, then I turned and
hugged my naked Dad and said, "I'm sorry Daddy...I'm not gonna be gay...I
promise." Then, Dad pulled me up on top of him, and grasped my ass cheeks
in each of his hands. Suddenly, he let go of one of my ass cheeks, and then
I gasped suddenly as I felt him place his big ass dick in between my ass
cheeks. Then, he nuzzled his face into my shoulder, tickling my skin with
his goatee. "Do you like how this feel baby boy?," he said as he grinded
his dick against my ass. I couldn't believe he was doing this. A euphoria
came over me, causing me to fall into this sudden moment of pure
lust. "Gawd YESS Daddy," I replied. Then he let go of his dick, letting it
fall down back in between his legs, and placed his hands on both sides of
my face. He pulled me up to where I was looking into his eyes. "Baby boy, I
wasn't playin when I said that I own you. That means you gonna do what I
tell u to do. But check me out, if you start feelin like u need to suck a
dick, lick a ass, put a dick in your booty, or rub up on a dude, or any of
that gay kinda shit, you gonna have to do that shit wit me, and only me. I
can't have my seed up in the tabloids as some faggot ass bitch, so if u
feel like u need to be gay, u gonna keep that shit between us and only
us. Now, let me be clear up in here so you don't make no mistakes. If I
find out you fuckin around wit a dude, Imma kill that nigga u hear me? You
can fuck all the hoes and bitches u want to, but u aint bout to be havin no
niggas lookin at me sideways wonderin why I raised a faggot ass bitch. I'm
sorry mini-me, but I can't risk all that kinda shit while trying to be up
in this rap game like I am...so like I said, you get some kinda urge to
fuck wit a dude, then you just gonna have to fuck wit me cause I aint gonna
have u out here fuckin wit all these dudes, an fuck around wit the wrong
one and get some disease or some crazy shit, then have all these people
talkin shit about you. That shit is definitely not an option."
	Hearing all this made me feel so special. It might sound crazy to
some of you guys reading this, but I could feel my Daddy's love for me in
my heart, and suddenly I realized that everything would be okay. I lost my
damn mind in that moment, and suddenly I reached back and grabbed my Dad's
dick, flipped around and started rubbing that big ass pipe all over my
face. "I love you Daddy...Daddy, I love you so much...and I need you
Daddy...I need to feel your body, and taste you, and suck you, and taste
your cum, and feel your dick all over me. I want you to fuck me Daddy, I
wanna taste your sweat Daddy. I want to feel you lick my whole body Daddy,
and I want to suck your big balls and swallow your seed Daddy. I was so
scared you would be mad, but all I want is you Daddy. You make me feel so
safe Daddy, and your so handsome and sexy, and I love you so much!" I was
going crazy with love and lust for him. "I'm cool with all of that baby
boy, but just don't forget that you gonna give me grandbabies one day, and
I'm still gonna eventually find me a chick to be wit. I'm also gonna be
fuckin bitches like I always have too, that ain't getting ready to change
neither. But you need to suck the cum outta this big ass dick real quick so
I can get to fuckin that sexy lil ass of yours mini-me."
	I lifted his dick to where it was pointing at my mouth. I noticed
just how heavy that dick really is, and how much harder it seemed to be
compared to when I was touching it earlier. Now, it felt like hot steel in
my hands. I jacked it a few times with it right before my eyes, and I
noticed how the skin on the tip would fully uncover his head, then go back
up, covering half of the head, like before. I stuck out my tongue and
licked up the big drop of precum that was resting on the tip. Then I slid
my tongue down and around the head of his dick. "There you go lil boy,
taste ya Daddy fat ass dick," he said encouragingly. I felt Dad reach over
and grab my hips. He pulled my ass up to where my hole was right in front
of his face. I could feel his hot breath blowing across my rosebud, and it
gave me sensations I never felt before. Then, suddenly, I felt the smallest
tickle of a feeling swipe across my hole. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. "Yeah, u
like that shit huh lil nigga?," he said in a breathy raspy voice.
	I opened my mouth wide and tried my best to shove all of his dick
down my throat. I only got a few inches in before I started gagging on it,
but I didn't care. I sucked his dick as best as I could, and apparently I
was doing a good job because he was moaning while he was licking my
asshole, causing his tongue to vibrate on my hole. "Jack that shit too" he
commanded. His dick was pretty wet with my spit at this point, so I started
slow-stroking it while sucking the tip of it. "Yeah, just like that baby,
keep doing it like that," he said. He continued to lick my asshole, and I
could feel his tongue pushing up against it. His goatee was tickling the
insides of my ass cheeks and I was completely in love with the way he felt
suckin and lickin on my hole. I kept sucking on the top of his dick, while
stroking the rest with one hand. I took my free hand and reached down to
his balls and lifted them up a bit, feeling their weight in my
hand. Everything on this man seemed perfect to me. His body, dick and now I
discovered his balls were huge too. "Fuck yeah nigga play wit Daddy's big
ass nuts, an keep suckin that dick jus like that...Ah fuck yeah lil nigga,
just like that..." My dick was hard as hell, and I was leaking precum onto
Daddy's chest. While he was licking my ass, he licked his way down and
sucked my balls into his mouth which caused my dick to rub up against his
chest. He started swirling his tongue around my balls, and I instinctively
began dry humping his chest. I was in heaven, and every nerve in my body
was reacting to the feel of my Dad's tongue sliding over my balls, and the
feel of my dick rubbing against his chest.
	All of a sudden, Daddy started pushing his thumb into my ass. I
pulled his dick outa my mouth long enough to moan, and say, "Yes Daddy,
ohhhhhhh that feels so good Daddy, don't stop...push it inside me Daddy, I
wanna feel it go inside me so baaaaad." I said, and my body began trembling
as I began to experience a full-body orgasm. The feeling wasn't in my dick,
and I wasn't about to cum, but it was incredibly overwhelming sensation,
stemming from my asshole and balls, that caused me to start shaking and
moaning as if I were cumming. I tried my best to keep sucking that big
monster dick of Dad's as best as I could manage while experiencing so much
pleasure. By now, I could taste a steady stream of precum. I stopped
sucking for a minute, and as soon as I did I felt one of Dad's hands on the
back of my head force me back onto his big heavy cock. His other hand
slapped my ass, which stung with pure pleasure. I was in a frenzy at this
point. Dad released my balls from his mouth, and pulled my dick back
between my legs and started licking from the tip of my dick, down over my
balls, and then around my asshole. He spit onto my hole and then pressed
his thumb into it again, and this time his thumb began sliding inside
me. "Ohhhhh fuck me Daddy...fuck me good Daddy...and deep..." I said with
his cock still in my mouth. Dad kept his thumb up my ass and kept licking
my dick balls and ass back and forth, and I was on the verge of cumming for
real this time. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum," I warned him. He started going
faster and harder, sucking my balls, fingering me, and licking my
dick. Then, I could feel that building sensation at the base of my balls,
and a few moments later I was shooting my cum down Daddy's chest. After
about a minute, Daddy lifted me off of him, and stood up on the bed,
towering above me. "Put Daddy's big fucking dick back in that lil mouth
nigga, I ain't done yet," he said dominantly. I smiled, and got up on my
knees and went back to sucking. He grasped the sides of my head and started
fucking my face. "Lil nigga say he wanna eat Daddy's cum huh?.... got my
big dick so fuckin hard it hurts baby boy...and I aint get no head from
that bitch earlier, and I been hard all fuckin night...Nigga you gonna get
to eat my cum tonight, and its gonna be a whole lotta thick white Daddy nut
for you to swallow too. In fact, that's a new rule lil nigga, you ain't
allowed to spit out my seed...you hear me boy?" He asked, still fucking my
face. I nodded and continued letting him fuck my face. I started to jack
off again, and with my other hand I was stroking the rest of Dad's dick
that I couldn't fit in my mouth. "LITTLE NEGRO...AH FUCK YESSSS...Damn
boy...you lettin yo Daddy know how much you wanna eat my fucking seed aint
u, u lil nasty freak...fuck yea...Imma dig that ass out too...u gone take
all this big niggas dick up that lil boy booty lil nigga...AAhhh
Shit...Ahhh FUCK...YEAH Nigga...here it comes lil nasty nigga...FuCK YEAH
BABY BOY...Ahhh FUCK YEAH...FUCK DADDYS GONNA FEED U THAT NUT BABY...EAT
THAT SHIT...ARGGGG...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...URGGGRUUUUUUUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
	Suddenly an explosion went off in my mouth as Dad's big dick seemed
to get even harder and bigger, then I felt it jerk, and a my throat was
blasted with really hot sweet thick cream that I instinctively swallowed as
fast as I could. Then his dick jerked again, and an even bigger burst of
cum shot into my mouth. Again, I swallowed as best as I could. His dick
jerked a few more times with multiple blasts of more and more cum, until I
had swallowed so much that I literally felt full. Finally his dick stopped
jumping, but I kept sucking. Daddy pulled my head away from his dick and
stood there staring down at me. Then he reached down and picked me up to
where I was laying across his arms. "Damn lil nigga that was some hot as
shit, and you did good too...u swallowed all of it...every last drop...do u
like it?" I smiled up at him and rubbed my hand against his cheek. "You
love me don't you nigga?" he asked. With as serious of a look as I could
make, I looked into his eyes and simply said, "I love you more than anyone
else on this earth Daddy...in fact...I would kill a nigga over you," I
said. He smiled a big smile and said, you definitely are my seed my lil
sexy baby boy.

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