My Dads draft 05

by Jon Hold

Copyright ©2015 by the Author

Jonhold@earthlink.net




Chapter 5

Continuance


"Yes, Sir. Please. Would you please work on my ass some more for me, Dad?"

He sat down on one of the straight backed wooden kitchen chairs and, pointing at his lap said, "Assume the position, Boy. I guess we've still got some work to do before going to bed tonight."

I turned and looked at him and suddenly realized that I was going to have to lay across his naked lap. My young, thoughtless cock immediately leapt to total attention and I closed my eyes and hung my head again, afraid of what dad would think.

Suddenly, he reached across and whacked my ass and the outside of my thigh.

"Move, Boy. When I tell you to do something, you do it when I tell you to, not when you feel like it."

The slap startled me and I jumped towards him, my cock bobbing in the breeze. I didn't have any choice. He was in charge again. Gingerly, I laid myself across his naked hairy thighs.

He reached up with his left hand and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me across his lap. As I landed, his hard thigh muscles knocked the wind out of me and he immediately started whaling my already sore ass with his strong right arm and hand. Because of the previous spanking, my ass was really sensitive and the pain was unbelievable. I started to howl and jump around, trying to get loose. But at the same time I was spreading my legs wider and wider so he could really get at my ass. It hurt, but it felt really good too. I was really confused.

As I slid off his lap he reached down and grabbed my nuts, using them to pull me back up on his lap, trapping my strong swimmers legs between his massive muscleman thighs. He let go of my balls and started pounding my ass cheeks again. My balls had been left sticking up between my thighs and his hand was hitting them every few strokes. The deep gut pain that caused just seemed to add to the fire inside of me his spanking was causing by now.

"Go ahead and howl, Boy. No one can hear you around here except me and I like hearing how I'm doing. "

Dad kept on spanking and spanking for at least four or five minutes. After a couple of minutes of his hardest spanking, it didn't really hurt any more, it just kept causing more and more heat. I started moaning, "Yes, Dad. O' Yes, Dad. Ouch! Oooh! Awooo!" I was out of control again. His hairy thigh was pressed deeply into my hard ridged 14 year old abdomen, my now totally rigid penis was spreading a lot of pre-cum as it sawed back and forth across the stiff hairs of his inner thigh. I was hanging onto his lower leg and every time he'd hit my butt I'd hunch forward into his thigh, tensing my ass muscles and making his hard palm even more effective in planting the heat deep into my ass.

I was crying and screaming and licking his calf and ankle and trying to fuck his leg like a puppy dog. He'd work on one cheek until I just couldn't take any more and then he'd switch to the other cheek, taking it to the limit and then he'd start working my whole ass over again until he though one of my cheeks needed special attention again.

Suddenly, I grabbed tightly to his rock hard calf muscle and hunched forward hard into his leg, shooting great wads of cum between my belly and his thigh. Dad timed it so that every time I'd shoot a wad he'd hit both my ass cheeks as hard as he could, driving the cum out of me harder than I'd ever cum by beating off.

When I finished cumming, dad just held me there. One hand on the small of my back and one hand resting on the hot globes of my fiery ass. Waiting for me to catch my breath and for the after-tremors to stop. Dad finally opened his thighs and let me slide to the floor on my knees between his legs, his by now rigid cock wiping much of my cum off of my belly and chest. Dad directed my head towards his inner thigh and I automatically started to lick up the mess I'd made.

"That's a good boy, Joey," Dad said, shocking me. That was the first time he'd ever called me by name. Always before he'd referred to me as "Boy", or "that boy." Dad actually called me by name. I felt so proud I started licking and sucking my cum off his leg with fervor instead of just trying to make him happy.

"I don't mind a boy making a mess when he's playing around. I mean, that's just normal for a boy to make a mess when he's goofing around. But I won't tolerate a boy that doesn't clean up after himself. I'm real proud of you for cleaning up your mess without my having to tell you to, Joey. Now, you clean that up real good. OK, Joey?"

It was like he was using my name a lot so that I'd know he was proud of me. I lifted my head to look at him, some of my cum and saliva shining on my face. "Yes, Sir, Daddy. I'll clean it up real good, Sir."

My step-dad's powerful right hand let go of my neck and started stroking the hair on the back of my head. In a soft voice he started to murmur to me, "That's a good boy, Joey... That's my good boy... That's it, you clean that up real good now, Joey. That feels really good to Daddy, Joey. It makes me so proud of you to see you cleaning up your mess like that."

Dad got quiet and he just watched me work on carefully cleaning up every speck of the mess I'd made on his leg. Watching and oh, so gently stroking my hair and feeling the convolutions of my ears, rubbing them down to the lobes which, for some reason I didn't understand, started making my dick fluff up again, something I didn't think that was possible so soon after cumming that hard.

For several minutes we held that tableau in silence. Me working my tongue over and over my step-dads hairy thigh and leg and him watching me, stroking my hair and feeling of my ear.

Finally, there just wasn't anything left on his leg to clean up. I sat back on my heels and looked up to the square-jawed face looming above me. His hand dropped to my shoulder as he looked at me, patiently waiting.

After a little while, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a deep breath.

"Uh, Dad?"

"Yes, Joey?"

"Uh, Dad. Should I.... I mean.... Uh. Dad... Should I.... Uh..."

"Joey. If you really want me to be your dad you're going to have to learn to trust me. You're going to have to be able to tell me anything without feeling stupid or embarrassed or anything like that. One of the real problems between a dad and his boy is communicating. Things get all screwed up just because they can't talk to each other. Now, you might say something really stupid, and I might have to punish you some so that you'll learn and not repeat your mistake. But, if you don't talk to me, if you don't tell me what you want or what you need or what you're thinking--well, then you're probably going to really fuck up and I'll have to punish you severely. But Joey, if you talk to me, I probably be able to understand, and help you. On the other hand, if something important comes up and you don't talk to me, now that I've told you this.... Well, Joey, if you fuck up like that I'll probably take a cribbage board to your ass until you can't walk. Not because I love you and want to correct you and help you get back on track, but because I'll be disgusted with you. I just can't love and respect someone that won't talk to me, Joey. Do you understand?"

"I think so, Sir. I hope so. I'll really try, Dad."

"That's all I can ask for, Joey. That you try. If you fuck up, it's my job to straighten you out. Now, what were you trying to say to me. Joey?

This was going to be hard. I dropped my head. I know what I wanted, but I was so afraid that my step-dad, the most masculine "real-man" that I knew would think I was a wimp or would be disgusted with me. I opened my eyes, and there, right in front of my eyes was my step-dads huge, rigid cock, still wet and dripping with part of my cum load.

"Uh... Dad. I mean... Uh. Dad, do you want me to finish cleaning up my mess?"

"Joey. Joey. You're going to have to learn to quit beating around the bush and tell me clearly what you want to say. Now. What are you trying to say?"

I took a deep breath, still staring at the angry weapon that was pointing it's warhead directly at me, "Dad, some of my cum got all over your penis. Should I clean it off?"

"Cock, Joey. It's my cock when it's just us men. Use penis and scrotum when your mother is around, but when it's just us you should use men's language. Cock, prick, dick, hardon, heat seeking moisture monster... stuff like that," he said with a small smile in his voice. "Now, straight up, Joey, what do you think you should do?"

"Dad. I got some of my cum all over your... gulp... well, I got it all over your cock, Dad. And I think I should clean it up for you before it starts to dry and make you itchy. Is it OK, Dad? Can I clean your cock up for you, please?"

"That's the way, Joey! Good, Boy. Yeah, you made the mess. I really think you should clean it up."

So I did. I used my mouth and tongue to clean up my stepdads cock. And then, without even asking, I cleaned up his balls too.

[Hi. Joey asked me to edit this for him so I read it over. I was just going to be a editor and keep my opinions out of his work, but I got to tell you, this boy is cutting himself short here. Now, I know some of you won't agree with the way I treated the boy, but that's just tough. If you don't like it you can go fuck yourselves with Dr. Spooks book.

I met this boys mom and let me tell you, she is one fine, high-class lady. I couldn't believe that someone as fine as she is would even talk to a roughneck like me. But, ya know, when we got done having sex the first time (after we were married, thank you very much. I respected her too much to just jump her bones like one of the barroom bimbo's I usually ran around with). Well, anyway, we were just laying there, enjoying the afterglow, and all of a sudden she rolls into my shoulder and bursts out crying. I calmed her down, just holding her and waiting, and then I asked her was wrong. She told me that she felt like that was the first time she'd really felt like she was having real sex. Always before, her husband was so "high-toned" and civilized about sex, that she usually felt like a lesbian having sex with another woman.

Well, what I'm trying to get at is that I moved this fine lady and her little snot of a son into my house (she had a lot better place, but I didn't want to live in a house that another man had bought her. It wasn't until after Joey settled down that she told me that it was her house and had been in her family for generations. Only then did we move back in there.) and all I ever got out of the little brat was temper tantrums and wise cracks and attitude. I'm here to tell you, I don't have to take that kind of shit off'a nobody! Much less some little worm with 15 pubic hairs. I think his maw knew that an explosion was coming and that's why she wanted us to have some time alone together, to work things out on my turf. I mean, the whole trip was her idea. She told me that she wanted me to be the boy's daddy and that, whatever it took, she wanted the boy to grow up like me and not like the airy-fairy asshole his real daddy was.

I told her things might get real rough but she said she trusted me and that whatever I had to do was OK, she just didn't want to have to see it or hear it and that it would work better if the boy had to deal with only me and couldn't go running to her.

I'm a roughneck, sure. I've had to be to survive. But I'm not stupid, and I sure as hell ain't no redneck. It didn't take me long to figure out that Joey was well on his way to becoming a faggot like his daddy (my wife left him because she walked into her sons bedroom one day to find the boy's daddy trying to fuck the boy and one of his friends.) Well, if the boy grew up liking to suck dick better that pussy, that was his choice. But, by God, I wanted him to be a man about it. Not some sissy queen. It's OK sometimes for a man to be submissive, hell, my older brother and I fucked each other a cupl'a times a day for years before we could set up some regular pussy. Don't know that it hurt either one of us, and we're still real close to each other even if we did live a cupl'a states apart.

Like I said, I don't really mind if the little jerk (well, he ain't a jerk any more, but he was then) wanted some man-sex. I just wanted him to be honest with his feelings and to be honest, with me and with himself. But, like the farmer said when he hit the mule over the head with a 2 x 4, "If you're going to train a mule... the first thing you've got to do is get his attention!" And getting this boy's attention was a major undertaking.

Hey, sorry about all the philosophy shit. What I started to say was that my boy ain't telling the half of it. The truth is that he can suck dick better that any woman--or man--that's ever gone down on me. And that's been plenty. Before I met the boy's momma, I was real popular, and pretty easy to get along with. I ain't all that good looking, but without even working at it I've got a natural stud build, big balls that're ALLways working, and a dick that's a bit over 10" long and really fat. Big enough to intimidate almost anyone, but not so big as to scare them off, if you know what I mean.

Well, my dick didn't scare Joey at all. It just fascinated him seems like. Once he saw it, he just couldn't take his eyes off it unless I had him over my knee where he couldn't see the damn thing. Hell, the way the damn thing kept fluffing up around him, I think it was kinda impressed with him too.

Anyhow, I think the boy, for all his rebellion, really wanted my approval, and once he was sure that I wouldn't hate him for wanting to play in my playground, he went ahead and just let loose.

I tell you, once he got going, that boy didn't have ANYthing else to think of in the world other than my dick. He wasn't thinking of anything else, he didn't have anyplace to go and I don't think he gave a shit what anyone thought about him except me. The little shit shot a wad like damn few grown men could have produced. Little bitty patch of cock hair and a body as smooth and slick as a Dresden dolls. Fourteen years old and pretty as a collie puppy, and the little dude could shoot a wad like a stallion. That's my boy!

I told him that if he was willing to clean up his mess off'n my dick, it was sure OK with me. More important probably, I let him know that I respected him for making a decision and following it through. I think it was real manly of him to tell me that looking at my sex tackle turned him on and that he was real excited about sucking his own cum off'a my cock. No, I didn't make him say it that crudely, but that's what he was saying--and, more importantly, we both knew it.

He leaned forward and sent me to heaven. Swear to God, I ain't NEVER gotten head like that ever before. He wasn't trying to favor me, he LOVED working on my crank and getting all his cum back in his mouth.

First, he leaned forward and licked up the drop of my own pre-cum off'n my cockslit. Then he put his sex swollen rosy lips over my foreskin and big ol' knob and his tongue went crazy suckin' swipin' all the cum off'n my foreskin. Now,2 my dickhead is even bigger around than my big ol' shaft, and most adults I've met can barely get it in their mouths, if at all. But this boy just slid it in there and went to work like he'd been practicing for years on watermelons instead of it being his first time. And he's never, ever even touched me with his teeth--unless he meant to of course <grin> and boy, does he know when to....

Once he had my foreskin cleaned up real good, he backed offa' my cockknob and started lickin' all over my shaft, carefully making sure to remove every speck of his boy juice. Even places where he didn't get no mess a'tall. Well, I'm here to tell ya' that by time he got done with my foreskin and shaft, my dick was just purely throbbing it was so hard. I don't think it'ed been that hard since I'd been fourteen, and I ain't just talkin'. That's the truth. That boner was a quaking bone, pure and simple. He'd run his tongue up and down the big ol' veins sticking up out'a my shaft like they was the most fascinating things in the world and like he just couldn't get enough of them.

Finally, he twisted his head over from the swollen base of my dick and started sucking the drops of cum out of my dick hair. Oh, I'm gonna tell ya' he was trying to be light and careful and not pull any of my hair--and it tickled like a mutha-fucker. I had to reach down there and pull his face hard into my pubes 'er loose the good feeling and start a laughin' cuz of the ticklin'. Now, doin' that seemed to just light his little fire. He started grinding his face back and forth in my stiff pubic patch like he just couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling. His mouth was wide open and the broadest part of his tongue was swiping back and forth every time he'd move his head.

Just natural like my knees spread even further out, letting him get all the way into my creases. Now, I'd worked pretty hard that morning, and driven that hot truck all the way up there and hadn't had a chance to shower off yet. So I know that my crotch had to be pretty funky with man musk, but that didn't slow my boy Joey down none. Hell, if anything it made the boy even more horny and crazy to get up every bit of the moisture and man musk and that sweaty, pasty stuff that collects in your groin on a hot day. The boy was goin' plumb wild--and hell, so was I, just pulling his face inta' me as hard as I could and riding that hard chair like it was a bareback bronc. My legs up and spread wide and my heels just a hooking for the high points. Shit, ain't nobody ever got me going like that before. Not my brother, not his mother, not even my dad with that big ol' leather strap n' hard dick of his.

My heart got to beating to beat nines and I was afraid I was goin' to have a heart attack or sumthin'. Shit. I finally just had to slump back in that chair and let my legs drop back down to the floor. Them legs of mine was stickin' out over the sides of the chair now, an' I was slumped down in the chair pretty good so Joey still had real good access to me. Now, I'll tell ya' somethin'. That boy didn't have no more experience than a pickaninny but he picked up on the clue right immediate like. He stopped right where he was, with his face buried deep in the crease between my thigh and my big ballsac and just held on with his arms were he'd grabbed me around the waist to keep from getting bucked off.

Once I caught my breath a little bit, he started just using the broad part of his tongue to clean up the mess we'd made down there and all the new sweat that was rolling down my torso into his mouth. He kept a slow, steady firm pressure going and cleaned up my crotch and my belly and all around the base of my cock. Then he leaned back a bit and just stared at my crotch for a bit. He leaned forward and his lips, gentle as a bird feather, kissed my right nut. He leaned forward again and kissed the left ball just as carefully, only this time he didn't pull back but started licking the sweat off my balls with his gentle warm tongue.

Once he got most all of the sweat licked up, he started sucking the skin into his mouth, trying to get all the taste out of the smooth, hairless skin. (I don't know why, hairy as I am, but I've never grown any hair on my nutsac. Kinda amazin' really.) He was really getting into that and I was getting really mellow, kinda dazed in an afterglow like I'd just cracked a really big nut even though I'd haden't even come close to cumming. He was sucking on a big ol' mouthful of skin when my left nut, the low-hangin' one, just kinda slid into his mouth and I let out a low, deep moan.

He immediately dropped my sac out of his mouth and looked up at me, a sudden welling of tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that you taste and feel so good I forgot how tender your nuts are."

"You didn't hurt me, Boy," I said to him. "It just felt so good. That moan was just me purring. These old knockers of mine ain't nearly as tender as them young ones of yours. You just go ahead and nurse on them all you want, Boy."

He smiled up at me and sunk back down between my wide spread legs. He gathered up a big ol' mouthful of nutsac and the next thing I knew he had both my nuts in his mouth, rolling them around and nursing on them real gentle like. Now ain't nobody ever been able to take but one of my nuts in their mouth at a time, they're that big. But this stripling boy had both of them and most of my nutsac in there and wasn't straining at all. Seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world for him. Like he'd been special built just to hold a man's nuts warm and safe.

Well, I just leaned back in that chair and kinda half-way dozed off, just enjoying his gentle sucking and tongue play. He saw me relax and laid his head down on my thigh, warm and nursing at me like a little puppy. Using his tongue to move my nuts around and swallowing first one, pulling it back out of his throat after stretching it good, and then swallowing the other.

We must have stayed like that for over twenty minutes. Me all laid back and lovin' life and him breathing his sweet, warm breath into my pubes n' mouthing my nutsac and gonads.

My legs started to hurt where they were draped over the sharp edge of that chair so I put my hands behind my butt on the chair and lifted my legs up. Joey sort of woke up and let my bag slide out of his mouth into his hands where he started licking off the excess saliva. He got to cleaning up the backside of my nuts when he looked up at me and said, "Daddy, it's messy down under here too. Is it OK to clean that up for you?"

"Joey, you're doing a real good job. You just go ahead and clean up anything you feel like cleanin'."

Well, he got my legs up higher and got his head down under there and cleaned off my tain't and then decided that my butthole needed cleaning too.

Now, I can't talk about this any more. I gotta go find Joey and see if he's got time to help me take care of a problem thinking about this has brought up. I'll bet the little shit had me read this on purpose, knowing it'd get me all worked up. Well, it's backfired on him cuz I'm gonna work his little ass over better than he did mine that night, just using his tongue. I know I am cuz I got a 10" iron-hard rod on to use and a tongue that's at least two inches longer than his.

["JOEY! Where are you, you sneaky little prick."]