Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2011 07:43:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: T E <hguycolumbus@yahoo.com>
Subject: my dad's cock

The first time I saw my dad's cock was when I was around seven years old.
The family had gone to a local lake with a swimming area that we called
"the beach," because growing up in the Midwest we had no idea what a beach
was. Before going into the water, my dad, my brother and I went into the
changing area to put on our swimming trunks. My brother and I were anxious
to get swimming so we quickly ripped off our shorts and underwear and
jammed on our trunks in about 60 seconds. My dad, however, didn't rush to
do anything and by the time we were ready to run out the door, he had just
set down his bag. "Hold your horses, boys. The water's not going anywhere!"
he said as he lit up a cigarette and bent to take off his shoes. We knew
better than to try to rush him, so we just stood there and looked at him,
trying to use our psychic powers of persuasion to speed things up. It
didn't work, so we ended up just staring at him as he changed. He pulled
off his jeans, folded them and put them in his bag. I looked at his y-front
briefs and remember thinking they looked exactly like mine, but a LOT
bigger. Just as I was wondering how far up my stomach they would go if I
put them on, he pulled them down and off.

I could not believe my eyes. As he stood up and turned to stuff them into
his bag, this gigantic python of a cock flopped upward and sideways then
bounced back to the middle to hang down above what looked like two lemons
inside a silk bag. It seemed as thick as my 7-year-old arm. He was uncut,
which I had never seen before, since my brother and I were both cut. It had
these thick folds of skin on the end of it, which just made it seem longer
and bigger. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was probably three
seconds, but it felt like an hour. I was completely surprised that it had
thick black hairs all around it. I felt drawn it it like it was a piece of
birthday cake. I remember a flutter in my chest as I gazed at my father's
dick. I wanted to touch it and feel the balls and push my finger into the
soft hole made by the skin. I wanted to run my fingers through the hair at
the base. There was a thick vein that ran along the top toward the end and
I wanted to lick along the whole thing very badly.

Then my brother giggled and broke the spell. My father realized we were
looking at his dick and he got embarrassed. He said, "You little dudes
shouldn't look at people when they're dressing," and turned away and
quickly pulled on his swimming trunks. I thought we were going to get in
trouble, but we didn't. I couldn't get that image of that big thick daddy
cock out of my mind all the way out the door and down to the water. Then I
forgot all about it when we started playing, although still to that day
that sight is burned into my mind. Flat out, my dad had a gorgeous,
luscious, juicy cock.

At that age, I wasn't overly sexual, so it was just an incident that
happened. Then I hit puberty and starting stroking my own meat and not long
after that shooting cum. That's when it all came back to me about my dad's
cock. I started to think about it when I jacking off. I wanted to see it
hard. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to lick the balls. But mostly I wanted
to see it shoot out its juiceÑand I wanted to eat that juice. I tasted my
cum several times and thought it tasted OK, but there was just something
about the idea of eating my dad's cum that got me super horny. I would
stroke my cock with one hand and finger my ass with the other just fixating
on his thick meat and how it would taste. I'd push one then two then three
fingers up my hole and wish his dick were there instead. I would shoot my
cum into my hand with my eyes closed then lick it all up and tell myself it
was his. I wanted it so badly it could barely stand it. Of course, there
was no way that was ever going to happen.

And then it did.

One summer Saturday, my dad mowed the lawn and then lay on the couch to
rest and watch TV. He called out to me and told me to bring him a beer. I
was kind of pissed, because I was upstairs and he was closer to the
refrigerator than I was, so I took my sweet time in doing it. I guess I
took too long, because then he was pissed and yelled my name really loud
and said "Boy, get your fucking ass in here right now with my beer!" I knew
I was pushing it so I hurried up, so I didn't piss him off any further. I
grabbed two beers to appease him and rushed to the door. (I wasn't abused
or anything, I just didn't want my dad pissed at meÑhe might think of
chores for me or something.)

When I got to the living room, he was lying on the couch facing the doorway
toward the TV. He was wearing just a pair of shorts and a white tank
top. One arm was behind his head showing off his hairy armpit which looked
kind of damp and matted. Ordinarily, I would have thought that was gross,
but for some reason that day it looked good. I looked at it as I walked
toward him with his beers an set them on the floor by the couch close to
where his other arm was hanging. As I bent down I caught a whiff of his
sweat. The first second I thought it was gross, but the next second
something fluttered in my chest. It was somehow sexy and compelling. It
brought me back to that time when I was little and saw his cock. Without
thinking about it, my eyes darted to his crotch and I got an eyeful.

One of his legs was stretched straight out on the couch. Little flecks of
cut grass were clinging to his shin and calf. The black hair was matted
down like his armpit. I got an image in my head of licking his hairy leg,
but wishing there were no grass there. But my eye flitted to his other
leg. It was bent with the foot positioned about where his other knee
was. My eye followed his leg up into his shorts, which were fairly
loose. The leg opening of the shorts was gaping open and there was a clear
shot view right into his crotch. Even he leg hole of his underwear was
open. One of his big lemon balls had rolled downward and was half hanging,
half resting on his leg and those thick fleshy folds of his foreskin were
pointing right in my direction.

Man, I wanted to dive right in there and live there. I felt a physical need
to get my face in that crotch and just breathe it all in. That thick meaty
cock looked like the most compelling thing I'd ever seen in my life. I'd
been dreaming of that cock for forever and blasted load after load with it
in my mind, but I hadn't actually seen it in real life since way back then,

I must have gasped or breathed loudly or stared too long or something,
because he grunted in his throat and pulled the leg of his shorts down
lower to cover himself. "Uh, thanks for the beers, chief." I guess he
wanted to make up for yelling by calling me chief. I knew a better way, but
I was petrified he was going to get mad or figure out I loved his dick or
dicks in general. I didn't know what to do, so I turned around and high
tailed it to my room.

I lay on my bed thinking about what I had just seen. It was just as hot and
lovely as I remembered it. I was in trouble now, because I couldn't stop
thinking about it and wanted it more than ever. It was crack and I was a
fiend. I needed that cock so bad I couldn't stand it. I flopped my cock out
of my shorts and stroked it thinking about how it would be to be sucking on
his gorgeous cock. I oozed a small drop of precum and wondered if he made
any and how much. I rubbed it up with my thumb and sucked it off. I
wondered if his is salty like mine. I pulled my shorts and underwear off
and threw my legs back toward my head. I worked up a big wad of spit in my
mouth and spit it onto the tips of my fingers of my left hand then reached
around and rubbed it all over my asshole. I rubbed around and pressed down,
with an image of my father's cock rubbing all over my hole. I imagined my
spit was his precum. My other hand gently stroked my ballsack, pulling on a
couple hairs and then tugging on the sack itself. I imagined my father's
big sack and wished mine would grow that big.

My ass fingers were starting to get dry so I licked them again and got a
taste of something musky. Immediately I got a flash of my tongue going up
to my dad's hairy asshole and tasting that musk. The idea of licking an
asshole had never entered my mind until that very second, but then it
seemed as natural as wanting to suck his balls or his cock. I'm sure his
hole must be hairy, since his crotch is all hairy, and I wanted to feel the
hairs around his hole with my tongue before I pressed it in. Then I got an
image of my dad licking my hole for me. I traced my hole with one finger
and told myself it was the tip of my dad's tongue. It might be weird to be
horny for your dad to lick your asshole, but that's how I was. I wanted my
dad to eat my ass. And I wanted to eat his.

My hole was getting really horny so I pressed three fingers in all at
once. It felt so good and didn't hurt a tiny bit. I wanted my dad's cock to
be there. I wanted to have a mirror or a video camera to view my asshole
clamped tight around my dad's cock buried deep into me until his balls are
resting up against me. I pumped my fingers in and out of my hole. It felt
so good I stopped rubbing my balls and reached my other hand around too and
rubbed my hole with both hands. I put the first two fingers from both hands
into my asshole and pulled sideways. I imagined my hole opening up for my
dad's cock and his cock being in there stretching it out. I was going to
die if I didn't get my dad to have sex with meÑsuck his cock, lick his
balls and his asshole, feel him fuck me and eat his cum.  Hell, I'd settle
for a jack off. I just wanted him and his cock.

I couldn't help myself, but I started moaning and saying "Fuck me, dad!
Come on, I need your cock in me." I rammed my fingers in and out and
thought of nothing but his cock. My mind was full of every possible sex act
all at onceÑhis asshole on my face, his precum dripping onto my tongue, his
cock way deep up my ass, his cock way deep in my mouth, his face buried up
my hole. I wasn't even touching my cock, but it was rock hard and oozing
clear precum onto my stomach. "Fuck me, dad! Please, fuck me!" I said.

Then the thought dawned on me that perhaps sound carries, and people could
hear me, so I stopped dead and stared at the door. I didn't hear
anything. Surely if someone heard me they would react. I was so fucking
horny I was about to explode. If seeing my dad's cock for a second got me
this horny, I wanted to try to get another peek, to make this hot session
even better and to last longer. Maybe his shorts were open again and I
could get a look without him noticing. I got up and put on a pair of tight
shorts so I could jam my boner down and hide it, which actually hurt a
little.

I went back to the living room quietly and looked carefully into the room
from an angle where he wouldn't see me. He was still on the couch, but he
was asleep! Jackpot! The two beers I brought him were empty and he was
snoring lightly. At least I would know if he woke up. I crept in and found
his shorts had ridded up a little but didn't reveal anything. That was
disappointing. I started to think I was out of luck when I decided I
couldn't pass up this chance.

I knelt down beside the couch and breathed in deeply. His sweat was still
in the air around him and this time it was immediately sexy. Both his arms
were now above his head revealing two furry armpits which were now dry but
still pumping out musk and sweat. I leaned over carefully and put my nose
as close to his hairy pits as I dared and sniffed slowly and deeply. It was
as hot a rush as poppers! My dick got instantly hard and my chest was
fluttering like crazy. No matter how much I wanted this man and now matter
how horny I was, most of me knew if he woke up I'd be in serious
trouble. How can you explain to your dad why you're on your knees in front
of him sniffing his pits when he's sleeping? But a tiny part of me was
delusional that he would want to fuck me.

Then I turned my attention to what I had come forÑmy dad's cock. I looked
at his crotch and tried to think of a way I could get access to it without
him knowing. I couldn't pull his shorts down; he would wake up. I couldn't
wait for the leg opening to magically reveal my prize, that could take
forever or maybe never happen. I summoned the courage to reach over and
pinch a bit of material between two fingers and lift it upward to see if I
could get it to open up. It did, but only a little. My dad's breathing
remained steady and constant and that light snore was kind of sexy, so I
started to get a little bolder. I tried to pull upwards more, but the
material only had so much slack and the opening was as big as it was going
to get. I looked under, but all I could see was very dim view of
underwear. That was pretty hot, actually, but at this stage of my
horniness, nothing but COCK was going to do.

I sat back onto my heels and looked around for inspiration, then I saw a
pair of scissors by the couch where someone had been cutting coupons from
the paper. I got the flash of an ideaÑI could cut the shorts off without
him waking up. He would notice when he wakes up, but I'll be long gone and
he won't know what the hell happed. I wasn't thinking long term.. I just
wanted his cock! So, I took the scissors and slowly and carefully cut up
one leg of his shorts, across the front, and down the other leg. The whole
front flapped down to reveal my dad's crotch covered only in underwear. I
didn't want the cool steel to wake him, so I held the scissors between my
thighs until they felt warm then carefully and slowly began to cut off his
underwear.

I should have ceremoniously done a nice provocative and sexy reveal, but
just flapped the material back. There it wasÑmy dad's cock. It was just as
I remembered it from the lake. A big thick bush above a meaty python with
fleshy skin protruding out from the end. It was hanging to one side and
those big full nuts were off to the other. They were completely smooth,
which surprised me since even mine were a little hairyÑhe must have shaved
them. (From that day I shaved my balls smooth and have done so ever since.)

It took my breath away. It was amazing. It was everything I dreamed it
was. It was simply a perfect specimen of a man's cock. Every cock I've ever
seen since then has been compared to it. I stared at it a little bit then
moved in closer and took a deep breath. The sweat here was different than
in his pits. It was muskier and yeasty. It was intoxicating.  I wish I
could bottle it and breathe it 24/7.  Exposed to the air, his balls must
have gotten cooler because they rolled upward and his nutsack contracted a
little. It was like watching the most interesting movie ever made. I was
transfixed. I wanted more. I leaned in closer and put my mouth about an
inch away and breathed out. My warm breathe caused them to loosed up
slowly. At this point I was too close not to get what I really wanted.

I stuck my tongue out and gingerly pressed it up against his balls. They
tasted salty and manly. I flattened my tongue and lapped at them gently
then moved over to his cock, which was now thickening. I slowly lapped in
one long lick along the underside from the base toward the foreskin covered
head. It felt heavy and warm on my tongue. When I got to he head I pressed
my tongue slowly into the hole make by the foreskin and felt the head
underneath. I rotated my tongue all around the head with the skin above my
tongue and the head under it. His cock was starting to stiffen and the head
started to get harder.  I closed my lips around his foreskin and sucked
inward, pulling his skin into my mouth around my tongue. I was like a baby
sucking on a bottle moving my lips in and out around skin on his
dickhead. Then as his cock hardened, the head moved forward into my mouth
and the skin slipped back. I pushed my face forward until the hole head was
in my mouth.

I was in heaven. I was actually sucking my dad's cock while he was asleep
on the couch. He was still snoring, but I heard a soft moan. My heart
stopped and I froze, but he didn't stir, so I kept sucking. His dick
swelled to complete hardness and I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I
could. I got probably the top two thirds into my mouth before it bottomed
out against my throat. I held it there for a little bit basking in the joy
of sucking a man's cock for the first time and my own father's at that. I
pulled my head back slowly, maintaining sucking on his shaft, swirling my
tongue flat against the underside the whole way until just the foreskin was
between my lips. Then I sank my mouth downward again, swirling my tongue on
it on the way down. It was unreal. The feeling of the dick in my mouth was
just unreal. It was rock hard and silky soft at the same time. When my face
was buried down toward the crotch, the yeasty sweaty musky smell was
intoxicating. When my face was back at the head, his precum was like candy
on my tongue. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I thought about
finding a way of licking his asshole, but that was just not going to
happen. I contented myself with his cock. I pumped up and down on his
shaft, licking the underside, licking the head. Sometimes I pulled the
foreskin forward with my lips and sometimes I pushed it back.  I was
sucking my dad's cock and I was in heaven.

I don't know how long it went on, but after awhile his balls started to
roll up in his sack. I knew that meant he was getting close, because that's
what mine did. His cock got harder, if that's possible. I knew he was going
to come and I wanted it. I wanted my dad to nut in my mouth. I wanted to
eat his cum. I also wanted him to shoot it all over my face and let it drop
down my lips and chin and get my picture taken that way. I also wanted him
to shoot it up my ass and say "Take it, bitch" when she was shooting
it. But right now I wanted to taste it and swallow it and carry it around
in my stomach.

My dad started to moan and his hips started to jut upwards every time my
face went down on his cock. I recognized this. This is the stage when
you're really close to coming when that is the only thing in the world that
matters and you don't care what you look or sound like or anything. You
just need to come. I sucked harder and cupped his balls and rubbed them,
willing the cum to bubble up out of them into my mouth. He fucked my face
about three thrusts and then I tasted his cum.  The flavor exploded across
my tongue. It was bitter and salty and sweety and musky all at the same
time. It was different than my cum. Mine was sweeter and his was more
bitter. I didn't care. I wanted to eat my dad's cum no matter what it
tasted like. I pulled back a little so I could feel it spurt inside my
mouth but it started to fill up quick. I swallowed but another spurt came
out at the wrong time and it squeezed out of my mouth and oozed down his
cock toward his balls. I caught it with my thumb and pushed it back toward
my mouth. After one more spurt, my dad had sprayed all his sperm into my
mouth and I had swallowed most of it. The taste was still in my mouth and I
loved it.

I imagined the sperm swimming all over my teeth then I noticed his cock
becoming less steely. He was starting to go soft. Then I got scared,
because reality was setting in. He hadn't woken up amazingly. I was pretty
sure he wasn't fake sleeping, because his breathing was still steady and
his snoring was the same as before. With his softening cock still in my
mouth I looked up at his face and swallowed once more. I slowly pulled off
his dick, keeping up a little bit of suction, in case there was another bit
of cum I could suck out. When I got to the end of his dick, I lowered it
down to his balls with my face and disconnected. It looked so
gorgeousÑshiny and thick and fleshy. I wished I could keep sucking it, but
I was starting to come to my senses. I stood up and wiped my chin on the
back of my forearm and looked around.

This looked really bad. There was no mistaking that his shorts and
underwear had been deliberately cut off with scissors. I didn't know what
to do, so I placed the flaps of material back over his crotch and looked
around some more. There was no hiding this. The best I could hope for was
not to be connected with the crime. I put the scissors back exactly where
they were and crept out of the room. I looked back in, stunned that I had
actually done that. I went to my room and rubbed out the biggest load of my
life, before or since. I didn't eat my cum because I wanted to taste only
my dad's.

I don't know what happened when he woke up. I stayed in my room the rest of
the day and never heard a word about it or anything that day.  I never got
my dad's dick again, although I tried a few times. The circumstances were
never right. Then when I got a little older and could get dick other
places, I stopped obsessing over the only one I had ever seen up to that
point. I still like the memory of my dad's dick. I would suck it now if he
let me, but I'm just not going to go there.