Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 19:02:59 -0400 From: brian dumbledore Subject: Doing Daddy A Favor Hi, my name is Carlos, and I was only nine years old when I had my first experience with sex. I hadn't even started jacking off before it happened... I remember sitting in the living room with my Dad. At the time, my Dad was in his thirties and in great shape-he had lots of big, veiny muscles. His caramel skin was covered in hair-even his arms and his toes were hairy. When he would come out of the shower and I would be in the bathroom, peeking at him (I was curious!), I could see that even his butt had hair trailing up his crack. His face, though, had only a goatee and a well-trimmed moustache that framed his face nicely. Anyway, he was sitting in his favorite arm chair, reading the paper in his pair of torn jeans and a wife beater. I was sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV. On came a commercial for Play Station (I was really young at the time). I desperately wanted a Play Station. All of my friends had one. Their daddies bought things like that for them. Not my daddy though-he was too worried about money. "Daddy, look, it's the PlayStation! Can you please buy me a Play Station?" At first, Dad pretended not to hear me. He just kept reading his paper. "Daddy please! All of my friends have one, why can't I have one?" He still said nothing. He gave me a dirty look from over his paper. "Daddy, I'll do anything, I promise. I'll do extra chores, I'll work harder in school, you don't have to worry! And I won't ask you to buy me anything for like another year. I promise. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Daddy!" At last, he put down his paper. "Son, you know I'd love to. I hate it that we have to be so careful about money. If I could, I would buy you everything you've ever wanted. But money's too tight." He went back to reading his paper, and uncrossed his legs. I noticed that his thing seemed slightly bigger. "I'm sorry son." "But daddy," I begged, crawling over to him and tugging on his leg. "I really, really, really, really want a Play Station. I'll be a good boy I promise. I'll do ANYTHING." He put down his paper again gave me a funny look. "Anything, son?" "Anything!" "Hmmm," he said, his voice deeper than normal. His weenie tented his faded jeans, and I could see the tip of it through a hole in his jeans (Daddy never wore underwear). I didn't know why his thingy was getting so big, but I wasn't really concerned about it at the moment. All I cared about was getting my Play Station. "There may be a little favor you could do for me, son. Where's your ma?" "She's at Church Dad." "Okay, son, I'll tell you this. What I'm about to ask you to do, you can't tell anyone about. Not your Ma, not your friends, nobody. But Daddy really needs this done for him and you seem to be willing to do-" "Anything!" I said, my eyes glowing at Daddy. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "-Anything, in the world for Daddy right now." Daddy got up from his chair. Since I was right between his legs, his crotch almost came in contact with my face. I could smell the musk coming off it. I felt weird when I smelled it. Excited. "Go up to Daddy's bedroom and I'll show you what you need to do." My Dad walked past me and climbed the stairs. I followed close behind him. When I came into his bedroom, he was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, legs spread wide. "Climb up on the bed, Carlos." I did as he said. I had no clue what was going on. Why did Daddy want me on his bed? "That's it. Get between my legs." I scooted up between his legs, and I could once again smell his thingy. It smelled sweaty, manly. It smelled like Daddy. "Son, I know we shouldn't be doing this, but... oh hell, we're family, right? You love me son, don't you?" I nodded. I still didn't know what was going on. "All right, son." He scooted up a bit closer to the headboard and licked his lips. "Well, the first thing I need you to do is kiss me." Puzzled, I stretched up to kiss his scratchy face. "Good, now kiss me on the lips, son." I did so, feeling weirder and weirder. His lips were very soft and very warm. Before I could break away from the kiss, Daddy put his tongue into my mouth and began to lick and suck on my tongue. I pulled back. "Daddy, what's going on?" I asked. "What're you-" "Son, don't forget our deal. You promised you'd do ANYTHING. And you can't stop once you start. It's not right." He pulled my head back to him and began licking my tongue again. I couldn't understand what he was doing, but, it seemed so harmless, so I let him do as he pleased. I could taste his tangy saliva on my tongue. "All right, son, what I need you to do now is take off my shirt." I followed his orders; I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked up. His hairy, well-defined chest met my eyes and the smell of man traveled into my nostrils. "Now, son, kiss my neck." I kissed his large Adam's Apple. "Keep kissing it... lower... lower... keep going lower-my chest now. Kiss me all the way down to my belly button." I did so, the taste of his sweat and funk very strong. His hairs got caught in my throat and I coughed. Eventually, I reached the waistband of his jeans. I met his gaze, which was once again very weird. Direct. "Unbutton my jeans, son." I did so. "Now unzip them." As I unzipped his pants, the base of his penis came into view. It was huge and very hard. My Dad had a stiffie! He leaned back and lifted his butt off the bed. "Pull off my pants." I dragged his pants down his big, muscular hips, more and more of his thingy coming into view. I felt more and more confused and uncomfortable the lower the pants got. I could smell a very strong masculine smell drifting off of his penis and butt. He kicked them off the rest of the way and moaned. The tip of his penis was covered in this clear stuff. "Dad, are you peeing?" I said, pointing to the clear stuff. "No, Carlos, that's just pre-cum." "Huh?" "It's this stuff that comes out of a man's cock when it's hard and he's about to stick his dick into a wet pussy or a sweaty asshole." I was shocked. I had no idea what my dad had just said-cock? Pussy? "Dad, what do you mean?" "I don't have time now, son. Just wipe it off my dick and taste it for me." "But Dad, I-" "Do you want that Play Station, boy?" He said, starting to get up. "No Dad, I'll do it, I'll do it!" I shouted. He settled down and grabbed his... dick, flopping it at me. "Good. Now taste it." Slowly, I trailed my finger over the hole of his thingy and wiped up some of the "pre- cum." Dad moaned as I did this, spreading his legs further. "Ahh, son, that feels so good. Now lick it up." I put my finger in my mouth. His pre-cum tasted slightly bitter and salty. I didn't really like it that much, but I licked it all up. I wanted Daddy to be happy so he would buy me the Play Station. "Oh, son, that's so hot. My own son with Daddy's fuck juice all over his lips. Now, put your hand around my dick. Hold it like you would a joystick. There, that's it-" he said as I hesitantly wrapped my hand around his "cock." It didn't quite go all the way around it. "Oh shit son, I'm about to cum right now. Now, move your hand up and down, just like that..." he sighed as I started to pull his penis up and down. It was so hard and the skin that covered it slid up and down it. "Keep going," he encouraged pulling me closer to his cock, breathing heavily. "Oh God, son, that feels so good. Your little baby hand makes Daddy feel so good." He pulled my hand off his dick for a second and gasped for breath. "Okay, son, here's where it gets fuckin' nasty. If you really want that Play Station, I'm gonna need you to lick my dick for me, right where the pre-cum is coming out." Daddy held up his thingy for me to see. I could smell... that smell... coming off it. I felt excited all of the sudden. "Lick it, Carlos." "Eww Daddy, that's where your pee comes out. Why would I lick it? Why would anyone do that?" "Because," Dad said slowly, "It makes Daddy happy. And if Daddy's happy, you'll get your Play Station. But not until you lick my prick. Stick your tongue out and taste it. It's not that bad, believe me, son." I couldn't believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes tightly and stuck out my tongue, licking the only very tip of his penis. A gob of pre-cum glued to my tongue and, as I pulled back, a long stream of it came from the tip and landed on my chin. "Oh fuck!" Dad moaned, pushing his hips forward, "Fuck, my own son is licking his father's smelly dick! Lick it again son." I bent my head forward and licked the head again, this time swirling my tongue around twice. My dad bucked his hips forward again, and the head of his penis bumped my lips. "Open your mouth son," Dad said. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, and Daddy shoved his thingy into my mouth before I could respond. He held my head in place and shouted loudly. "Oh fuck, I've got it in your mouth!" I tried to open my mouth and spit his dick out, but he only shoved his penis in further. "Oh no way son, you've got your lips around my cock, there's no turning back now. All right, I'm going to pull out, all the way to the head, and when I pull out, I need you to suck my dick as hard as you possibly can. Suck the cum right out of my cock. Ready? Go!" He began sliding his dick out of my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, my slurping echoing off the walls. "Oh fuck!" Dad said, shoving his dick back in. "Do it again son! And again! Again!" He was shoving his dick down my throat, pulling it out, and shoving it again. My neck was sore from his hands pushing me down on his cock. I couldn't breathe. "Keep going son, keep going! Oh fuck this is hot." This went on for about five minutes, and then Dad pulled me off his dick. Pre-cum and saliva dripped out of my mouth immediately and fell on my chin and the bedspread. "Oh fuck, you're a natural son. That was the best head I've ever had." "Are we done yet Dad?" I said, massaging my jaw. "That hurt." A sad look flitted in my Dad's eyes and he leaned in to kiss me. "I'm sorry baby, but I just needed you to keep sucking me, and I didn't think you would unless I-uh-helped you along. But in answer to your question, no son, there's one thing you have to do before I'll buy you that play station." "What's that?" I asked, wondering what else he could possibly come up with. What other part of his body would I have to lick? Not that I didn't like doing it, I confessed inwardly. My own dick was almost painfully hard in my pants. "Well, you'll see. Lie down on your back." He got up from the bed to give me room. My head rested on the headboard. He got up on the bed again, standing with one leg to either side of me, his ass and balls hovering above. "You see my ass son?" "Yeah," I said, my mind racing. Did this mean what I thought it meant? "In a second I'm going to sit on your face son. Just sit still." I tried to protest, but he began lowering his ass to my face. The funky, sweaty, masculine, rich aroma that trailed from his ass hit me in the face. As his crack touched my nose, I saw his tiny, red, puckered asshole surrounded by black, wet, matted hair. "Okay, are you ready for this, son? Are you ready to lick my hole?" I knew it. He was going to ask me to lick his asshole. I could barely talk for my face being in his ass. "Dad, please don't make me. I can't do this." "Do it, son. It's the only way." He grabbed my head from behind him and began grinding his ass on my face. "Just stick out your tongue and lick it." My nose came in contact with his hot, musty, wet hole. He was shoving himself onto my face, his sweaty ass smell covering me. Closing my eyes once again, I darted my tongue out and licked his asshole. "Do it again son. Lick it hard. Shove that tongue up my ass." I did as I was told. It didn't taste like poop (whatever poop tastes like)-It tasted slightly bitter, slightly salty, but mostly, like my father. Only intensified. I began to lick his hole with eagerness, shoving my face into it. My tongue snaked up his hole, and he kept grinding into me deeper. "That's it son, eat my ass. Eat whatever you find. Lick, oh fuck son you've got your head up my ass. Your Ma would never rim me, thought it was too disgusting. But you've a fuckin' NASTY pig, you'll lick any part of my body. Oh fuck, keep going." I kept licking his ass for what seemed like forever. Finally, after my saliva (mixed with his ass juices) began running OUT of his asshole and onto my face, he lifted his ass off my face. He stood beside the bed and told me to put my mouth around his cock again. "This is it son, all I need is about a minute and I'll be blowing my fucking load." He shoved his dick into my mouth again and I started sucking. I bobbed my head up and down his dick as he shouted continually. "That's it, suck me faster, faster, faster! OH GOD your mouth feels so fucking good on my Daddy dick. Keep going, Daddy really needed this, son, and you've got a natural talent. "Oh fuck, here it comes boy, I'M GONNA SHOOT. I'M GONNA SHOOT YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS DOWN YOUR.............. SHIT! SHIT! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." And with that he crammed the last few inches of his penis down my throat, so that my nose was touching his hair down there. He gripped my head and suddenly I felt something hot and sticky shoot out of the end of his thingy and down my throat. It began to fill my mouth as my daddy continued to shout. It tasted very salty and a little like bleach. I tried to swallow it all, but it tasted awful and some of it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth and drizzled down my chin. Finally, my dad slid his penis out of my mouth and looked at me, my face stringy with his cum. "Did you swallow it all son?" I shook my head-there was still a lot of his cum left in my mouth that I couldn't bring myself to swallow. "Swallow or no deal son. Just swallow it." Grimacing, I swallowed the rest of his yucky cum and wiped my mouth off. "All right then, it's a deal," he said, pulling his jeans back on and buttoning up his shirt. "I'm going to go out right now and buy you that Play Station. I'll be back Carlos." With that, he left the room, his firm ass disappearing out of site. (If you liked this story, I would love it if you wrote to me at Brian_dumbledore@hotmail.com)