Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 23:15:06 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Daddy's Foreskin

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Daddy's Foreskin

Daddy was an ex-jock. Though I was too young at the time to understand he
had been a superstar in his day. Until his knees gave out. There is a name
for it but it amounted to the fact that at 38 he was too old to chase the
pigskin anymore. He retired from football only to begin a series of jobs
that either capitalized on his name or used his past to promote the wonders
of their products: from cereal to running shoes to cologne. He couldn't run
so the athletic shoes died. The cereal tasted like sawdust so no one ate
it. And as for the cologne, well, no one wants to smell like yesterday. The
sports was done and the 'hulking bear' as he had been known found his days
spent as the third anchor of a sports show somewhere on the outskirts of a
triple-numbered tv station.
    But my dad was not done. He found solace and enthusiasm coaching a
bunch of inner city kids on weekends. That caught media attention and soon
endorsements followed allowing the 'kids of hulking bear' to thrive and
flourish. He moved away from coaching and eventually headed a national
movement improving the lives of kids who had been deemed 'useless'. At 46
he was a new kind of sports hero. He was the answer to 'whatever happened
to'. He had come into his own.
    For me my dad's sports career wasn't even a memory and I was kind of
surprised when I was with my friends and their dads that complete strangers
didn't suddenly come up and engage them in conversation. When I was with
dad it happened all the time.
    We were in Ireland of all places when the crowds suddenly seemed to
close us in. He handled it well but I clung fast to his side being pushed
and jostled but secured by his protective arm. It was the police that made
an alley through the crowd for us to escape: dad waving and smiling and me
just clinging. Walking. Police ushering us through. Onward. My eyes seeking
space where no people craned in with smiling faces begging for
autographs. Looking desperately for sanctuary only to find a continuing
wall of people. But we pressed on.
    Until.
    The safety of the hotel.
    The outside was guarded, maybe by police or private security. I didn't
know. Didn't care. The crowds were outside. Still calling from the street
below. But we were safe. Secure. Alone.
    Dad closed the windows, pulled the blinds, and closed the curtains. As
he slipped out of his tweed jacket and loosened his tie he gave me a
conspiratorial wink. "We certainly don't need any prying eyes".
    I smiled in relief. It was easy to relax when the world left the sports
legend alone. And I loved it when he sat down to remove his shoes because
no matter how hard he strived he always managed to knot up one of the
laces. It was my job to kneel at his feet and release the knot. Then I got
to remove his shoes and socks. By the time I was done his tie had been
removed and the top four buttons of his shirt undone.
    "Well, Boo, whatcha think?"
     And it was always my choice. And tonight what choice would that be?
    Smiling oh so innocently up at my hulking bear. "Stripper".
    Dad chuckled. "Ah, then I need music".
    That was easy. I found a radio station with a strong beat. Dad took to
the floor expansively and as his feet stepped this way and that his hips
undulated with every downbeat. The buttons were undone. The shirt pulled up
and free from the pants. Then thrown free by his extending arms, the shirt
was twirled, whipped then thrown aside. The hulking bear shimmied over to
me as his belt was flamboyantly opened then pulled free only to be tossed
over to join the discarded shirt. The waist button was opened and the fly
lowered then raised then lowered. Turning his back to me his butt undulated
then stopped and in one swift movement the pants were lowered. His feet
time-stepped out of the folds and he gave his butt a final shake before
facing me.
    Hands clasped behind his head his torso snaked as he rocked his
hips. The bulge of his jockeys bounced provocatively as he neared me.
    "See something you like, Boo?"
    My eyes danced over him. "Yes".
    "Yeah. You bet you do". His fucked the air in front of him. "The
hulking bear's fucking crotch". He grabbed the bulge. "Just for you, my
fucking cocksucker. Hunh? What do ya want, Boo? What do ya need? Do ya need
some daddy cock? Is that what ya want?"
    My face flushed in excitement. He held my head as he rubbed that
magnificent bulge back and forth over my face, sliding from cheek over
mouth and nose to cheek and back again. And again. And again.
    "Is this what you need? Is this your life? My own sweet cocksucker".
    "Yes. I need it", I sighed.
    "Then it's yours".
    He slid the briefs to mid-thigh.
    There it was. The long fat log stopped swinging before me. So thick. It
drooped low. The skin one long continuous sheath of purplish form that
tapered to a shrivelled teardrop. The full forest of bush only added to the
full impact as if a frame from which this art extended.
     My lips pulled in the dangling flesh. I loved the first taste of
daddy's foreskin. It was dry and surprisingly cool. Salty with the faint
remnants of his last piss. My tongue flickered over the suckled
folds. Tasting my dad. Cleaning.
    "That's it, Boo. Suck daddy hard".
    My lips suckled more of his cock in as my tongue wiggled into the
foreskin. The tip found his salty piss-slit in an incestuous kiss. The knob
in gratitude puffed up. Fattened. And found sensuality in my young sucking
mouth.
    "Oh, yeah, baby. Sucking your daddy's fucking cock. Suck it in like the
bitch you are".
     His hips began to move as his cock thickened in my ever sucking
mouth. The delicious foreskin slid back allowing the smooth silky knob to
poke forward. My tongue tickled underneath the pouting piss slit. The
wonderful gentle thrusts of daddys hard-on began to sate my hunger.
    Now fully engorged the cock was pulled free and as I rose to my feet
daddy sunk to his knees. Lifting my shirt his lips found my nipples. As he
sucked and slurped from one to the other his fingers fumbled to undo my
pants. As the slacks were lowered my body was pushed to the couch where I
was lifted.
    The pants were discarded. His eyes lustfully took in my cock and
balls. "Now here's something for daddy".
    My legs were spread.  Daddy dove in sucking my entire sex into his
mouth. He groaned lowly. He snorted hot blasts through his nestling
nostrils. Magically as he sucked his tongue lapped at my balls. My eyes
closed to the loving ministrations of my hulking bear.
    Ankles grabbed my lower half was lifted. His lower jaw dropped as the
tongue lathered the skin below my balls then tickled at my asshole. I
sighed so deeply my body shuddered.
    "Yeah, daddy knows what you need", he mumbled before he began his full
on tongue assault.
    My legs hung mid-air splayed. That glorious muscle lapped at my boy
hole. Slinking and twisting his tongue loosened up the pucker allowing the
tongue entry. With a few broad swipes and sloppy slurping kisses he lifted
his head. Grabbing my hips he pulled my butt towards him squishing his fat
hard-on between us.
    "Are you ready for the fuck of the century?"
    His eyes narrowed staring into mine. The cock was positioned. A push at
my hole.
    "Ready?"
    My ankles were pulled further apart.
    "Ask for it".
    I inhaled. The knob didn't move.
    "Ask!"
    "Daddy? Please". I swallowed. "Fuck me, daddy. Please. Will you fuck
me?"
    The knob pushed slightly as my asshole opened.
     "Yeah. That's it. You need a big fucking cock up your boy gash,
dontcha? Yeah, you do. Fucking cocksucking boy whore!"
    The cock impaled me in one strong push. All the way. Full. Inside me.
    "There it is. Up inside my sweet whore".
    His hips swayed more than bucked. The fat fuck pole seemed more to
teeter side to side than fuck.
    "Beg for it, cocksucker. Tell the hulking bear what your boy cunt is
for".
    The cock pulled out almost to the knob before shoving back in
forcefully.
    "Yes, daddy, fuck me. Please. Please. Please". My eyes closed as the
fuck began. Deep hard thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck your whore. Your slut. Your
cocksucking son. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme".
    The massive pole pumped in and out in chaotic
frenzy. Harder. Deeper. Grunting huffing thrusts. Mouth sucking my
toes. Knees pushed to my chest.
    "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your cocksucker. Fuck your whore. Fuck
my cunt. Deeper, daddy. Harder. Fuck fuck fuck me".
    He began to whimper. An odd mixture of grunts and screech from his
throat. His mouth sucking hard on my toes. His bucking
hard. Harder. Fast. Faster. Deep. Deepest.
    "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your slut. Now, daddy. Now. Please. Breed
me. Fill me. Make me pregnant. Fill me up".
    His grunting turned to growls. His forehead was beaded. Hips pumping.
    "Fill me up, daddy. Cum. Cum. Hot daddy cum. Fuckmefuckmefuckme".
    His teeth bit down. The growls stopped. His hips stopped.
    I felt the pumping from his shaft at the entrance of my hole. Spasm
after spasm. Then lava filling my gut. Up inside, my innards were bathed in
his warm river of dna.
    The pole was pulled rudely out. He rose up as I scooted forward. My
mouth sucking up the dribbling cockhead. The mixture of boy hole and daddy
juice. Suckling gloriously each last drop. I sucked and swallowed until
that hulking pole drooped its sweet tear of foreskin.
     And every sweet gooey trace of daddy cum was held secure. In my
throat. And wonderfully up my ass.