Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:25:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter
Subject: My Fathers Mouth.

      What follows is not fiction, but a short account of the nurturing and
guidance I received at a young age which helped me to develop my latent
homosexuality and which eventually led to me becoming addicted to having my cock
sucked to the virtual exclusion of all other forms of sexual activity.
 	My father started what I now call my 'tuition' when I was a young lad. I
can recall him playing with my cock and anus when he used to bathe me.  He used
to pull my foreskin well back saying that it was important to keep doing this so
that I would not have any problems when I got older.  Of course, at that age, I
had no idea what he was talking about! He always made a point of very thoroughly
washing around my penis, under my foreskin and around my anus and he would then
carefully dry me paying particular attention to these areas. This became a
regular feature at bath time and after a while my mother let him bathe me almost
every night. This continued for many years until I was old enough to wash myself
and started to be more aware of my pubescence body.
  	Whenever my father and mother had an argument she would go to sleep in my
bed (which was in another room) and I would have to sleep with my father for the
next few nights. Again, this went on for many years because my parents had what
I would now describe as a very tempestuous relationship. I can recall being in
bed with my father and pretending to be asleep whilst he held my right hand and
used my fingers and thumb to play with his penis and, most particularly, to
caress his knob. This happened on many occasions, sometimes I would be awake
from the start and sometimes I would wake up and find him holding my hand. I
used to suck my right thumb in those days and I now realize that I was obviously
sucking a thumb that had been covered with his pre-cum.
	I never saw his penis erect and therefore cannot say if he ever actually
wanked himself off during these sessions; but I do remember him sometimes
rubbing something sticky over my lips and I am now quite sure what that was! I
did not say anything to him, or make him aware that I knew what was happening,
because I was half asleep and warm and snug in bed. I also now know why he said
that there was nothing wrong with me sucking my thumb, even encouraging me to
continue, and persuading my mother that it was just a harmless habit even for a
sixteen year old boy. He always looked into my bedroom last thing at night and
at that age I must have been a very erotic sight to him, lying in bed, fast
asleep, gently sucking away on my right thumb. I eventually stopped of my own
accord when I was about seventeen or eighteen.
      During my early youth, and like most lads of that age, I was an insatiable
wanker, sometimes wanking two or three times a day. One of my friends at school
showed me some heterosexual pornographic books he had found hidden in his
father's wardrobe and, after searching my father's wardrobe, I came across his
stash which was all homoerotic and were a real eye opener for me. They were
well written with graphic descriptions of cock sucking and cum swallowing.
Reading these started me experimenting and one night, out of curiosity, I caught
my semen in the small glass that I always had on my bedside table and decided to
try drinking it. What an absolute turn on!
	Swallowing my semen soon got to be a regular habit and I used to make a
point of consuming it after almost every wank. Sex education at school was non
existent in those days, so for many years my fathers porn was the main source
for me and he always seemed to have a varied and interesting selection with new
books being added on a fairly regular basis. He later told me that he knew I
used to read his porn because he left 'markers' so that could tell when I had
been in his wardrobe, and he also told me that he selected the books
specifically for their eloquent description of homosexual cock sucking and cum
swallowing which he had hoped would interest me. How right he was! I was a very
willing student and had many happy hours wanking whilst avidly learning about
these delights that I had yet to experience.
      From my father's point of view, it all came to fruition when I was
about 15 or 16!
 	Every Friday evening my mother used to go off to a club that she had
joined and I had taken to having a long leisurely bath alone in the house with
my father, who would be watching TV. I had developed a very spotty back and can
remember asking my father if he would wash my back to help get rid of the spots.
Well, it all started off very innocently - I would call out when I was ready and
he would come into the bathroom and wash my back, rinse it off and leave
straight away. I would be sitting in the bath with my back to him and it was all
very normal - just a father washing his son's back. Occasionally he would
pretend (I now realise) to lose the soap after it had 'accidentally' slipped out
of his hand and he would have to search for it in the water around my bottom -
he would of course be behind me - and his hand would be running all around my
bottom.
      Like a fool I had no idea that what he was really doing was playing with
my bottom. I was unaware of what was going on and anyway, at that time, I was
not interested in anything anal. In retrospect I now wish that I had joined in
with his little game, lent forward a little and let him fondle my bottom more
and it may well have progressed into some early anal play. Anyway, for the next
few weeks things carried on as normal on Friday evenings with my mother going
out to her club and with me getting my back washed in the bath.
      About this time I developed a hatred of my new pubic hair and would use
my father's razor to shave it off; much preferring the smooth hairless look. One
Friday evening my father came into the bathroom unexpectedly and caught me
standing in the bath shaving my erect cock. I quickly sat down in the water and
my father quietly said that whilst he did not mind me shaving I should take care
not let my mother see me without any pubic hair because she would not like it;
he then proceeded to wash my back as normal. He did not mention my erection. I'm
sure that he decided to come into the bathroom before I called him because he
hoped to catch me standing and would then see me nude, something that had not
happened for a few years.
      I have always been an exhibitionist and I now realise that I must have
subconsciously been turned on by this because I can distinctly remember making
sure that the next time I called my father to wash my back I was again standing
in the bath with a very hard erection that he could not help seeing! I pretended
to be caught unawares and quickly sat down and he then washed my back, as usual,
occasionally losing the soap and having to search around my bottom to find it in
the water. After that I often made a point of standing in the bath freshly
shaved and erect, then quickly sitting down, always pretending that it was an
accident, but knowing that he had seen my erect cock.
	I suppose I was partly to blame for what happened next because by now I
was getting very turned on by these bath time events and used to lie in bed
wanking and thinking about them. To be honest I really had no idea of what I was
letting myself in for, but it did seem fun at the time and played on my newly
emerging exhibitionist streak. No one else, apart from my father, had ever seen
my erect cock. So one Friday I made sure that I had an erection and then lowered
the water in the bath so that my knob protruded well out of the water when I was
sitting down, then I called for my father to come and wash my back. Well, he
came into the bathroom and proceeded to wash my back as normal and obviously
could not help but see my knob protruding from the water. The next thing he did
took me completely by surprise. He reached down into the water, grasped my erect
cock and said;
      'Do you want this washed as well?'
Without waiting for an answer he proceeded to wash it and, pushing my foreskin
down to expose my knob, he began stroking the whole length of my cock with a
slippery, soapy wet hand! I had never had another persons hand on my erect cock
and I was just beginning to enjoy it when he stopped wanking me and asked me to
stand up.
	So there I was - standing in the bath in front of my father with an almost
vertical erect cock when, without warning, he suddenly bent down, took my
exposed knob in his mouth and started to suck. I cannot describe the
overwhelming feeling! My first ever blow job. It was marvelous and something
that I had never experienced before and, at that young age, had only ever read
about in my father's collection of pornographic books.
 	What happened next was even more startling because after a few minutes my
father turned away, took out his false teeth, turned back and started to suck my
cock again. This was even better, the most superb feeling. His warm, wet mouth
sucking on my cock whilst he used his lips, gums and tongue on my knob, it was a
most incredible sensation as my cock was gripped by the rounded, smooth surfaces
of his gums, moving backwards and forwards, it was so good that I came almost
instantly!! He continued to suck throughout, holding onto my hips to keep my
cock in his mouth, swallowing down all my semen, in fact having to swallow
several times because of the copious amount. He finished me off by holding my
knob in his mouth and gently sucking out the last of my semen until he had
completely drained me dry, he then let go of my hips, put his teeth back in and
asked me if I had enjoyed having my cock sucked. Enjoyed it! I was over the moon
- it was wonderful!! I was weak at the knees and my heart was pounding. I could
not get enough, already I was an addict!
	Every Friday night after that I would be eagerly standing in the bathroom,
naked and erect, and ready for my father when he came in. He would remove his
dentures, get down on his knees and start leisurely sucking my cock. Time was
not important, I would be in heaven, eyes closed, totally concentrating on the
wonderful sensations he was giving me with his wet toothless mouth. He used to
hold onto my hips to ensure that I stayed in his mouth and he would do his best
to prolong the cocksucking session, keeping me teetering on the edge until I
could no longer hold back my orgasm. I remember that he used to make a humming
sound as I came in his mouth. He would continue sucking until I had finished
squirting out my cum, at the same time gently pulling on my cock with his gums
to be certain of completely sucking me dry. He would then gently nibble and lick
my knob to remove the last traces of my semen, this alone could take him several
minutes.
      I used to cum what seemed to me to be gallons but my father always
swallowed it with gusto - sometimes slurping it down because there was so much.
Over the years he got even better at sucking my cock, taking it deep into his
mouth and throat, always developing his technique to make it an even more
wonderful experience for me. Like most boys of that age I was a semen producing
factory just looking for somewhere to make a deposit and my father was always
ready to receive my weekly production!
	I also remember that in those days I used to shoot my semen out in very,
very strong spurts and on some occasions he would choke when it hit the back of
his throat but he still gulped it down. He soon resolved this little problem by
giving me deep throat as I came so that my semen spurted straight down his
throat. This was just fantastic, the combination of deep throat with a wet
toothless mouth on my young inexperienced cock meant that I had no need to find
sex with girls (or boys) because I was literally sucked dry of cum once a week
by my father.
      I very rarely wanked because I wanted to save all my semen for Friday
night!! If my mother did not go out to her club for some reason it was terrible
for me - all that pent up semen with nowhere to go. Fortunately this did not
happen very often, but when it did I then had no option other than wanking and
swallowing my own cum. Whilst this was ok, it was definitely not the same as
being sucked off, and I sometimes waited until the following Friday when my
father would get a double dose of my semen. It was only on these occasions that
my father had to allow some of my semen to escape from his mouth - there was
just too much and he could not swallow quickly enough. After he had finished
sucking the semen out of me he would then proceed to carefully lick my cock
clean before putting his dentures back in.
	My father never asked me to suck his cock and being a self-centred youth I
was only interested in getting my own cock sucked by his wonderful toothless
mouth so I never offered. Years later I did suck my first cock and since then
I've sucked many and I've always enjoyed it - swallowing all the semen just like
my father. At one point when I was in my thirties I even considered having my
teeth extracted so that I could suck cock just like him! I have had many blow
jobs from different guys over the years and they have been ok, but none have had
the same cock-sucking skills as my father. The only guy that came close had
partial dentures and we would lie on his bed and I would watch porn whilst he
sucked and nibbled my cock; he also kept me teetering on the edge of orgasm for
hours before letting me cum. He was very good, a lovely man, but unfortunately
we never had a chance to establish a long term friendship because he suddenly
died.
	I did try having relationships with girls in my younger days, particularly
when I was working overseas, but I do not believe that a female can give a
proper blowjob - it takes a man to suck cock because only a man knows what a
cock really likes! The few girls that have sucked my cock had no enthusiasm and
never stood a chance when compared to my father so I soon gave up trying with
them.
 	Unfortunately, I do not get to suck cock very often now because of the
AIDS problem, but if it were not for that I too would be looking for a cock to
suck on a regular basis just like my father, and at my age it would not be too
much of a problem finding a dentist and having my few remaining teeth removed. I
now realise how lucky I was to have experienced the superb toothless cock-
sucking of my father and wish that I had offered to suck his cock, it could have
been good fun, maybe even leading to us doing 69 together.
      I never saw his cock erect - but flaccid it was quite large - with a long
foreskin; he obviously just wanted to suck me off and never asked me to even
touch his cock let alone suck it. I do not know if I would have been able to
swallow his semen - after all it was where I originated from and was already
part of me. Who knows, at the height of sucking on his ejaculating cock it might
never have entered my head and I would have swallowed his cum without giving it
a second thought! I will never know.
      I believe that from the first time he washed my back and 'lost the
soap' it all became a game for my father and later for me too, both of us
pretending that we did not plan or know what was happening. I also believe that
my father had in fact planned everything, including my seduction when I was a
young lad, and that I was led by my cock into becoming a very willing accomplice
and suck mate. I do not believe that any young lad would have been able to
resist that superb cock-sucking!
I have since found and married a wonderful woman who enjoys regularly
sucking my cock, and she also always swallows my semen, but even though she
really does her best she will never be as good as my father but she at least
tries. We do not have to have any other form of sex because she loves sucking
my ejaculating cock always comes as she swallows my semen.
         So this is how I became an ardent lover of cock-sucking which has led,
over the years, to the exclusion of all other forms of sex.