Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 23:24:04 -0400 From: Head Game Subject: My name is Dante My name is Dante and I am a 12 year old African American from Philadelphia. I live with my Mom and Dad and my sister Kenya, who is 15 years old. I am 5 foot tall and 95 pounds. I have a chocolatey colored skin tone, and a mini afro that I keep picked out and looking nice. I'm pretty skinny for my age, and when you compare me to my father, you wouldn't be able to tell that I was his kid, unless you really analyze my facial features. My Dad and I have the same eyes, but my nose and lips are definitely more like my Moms side of the family. My Mom and Dad have been together since I was born, but my Dad isn't ever around very much. He's usually working or out hanging with his friends. My mom used to get mad at him a lot for not being home enough, but now-a-days she doesn't really give him a hard time about it anymore. Ever since I was born my Dad has always supported us all by himself. Mom always stayed at home and raised us and Dad made all the money. But, recently things changed. Now that I'm old enough to be home alone for a few hours each day, my Mom decided she wanted to go back to work. I was pretty happy about it because Kenya is hardly ever home so that meant I could spend my summer vacation doing whatever I want. After about a week of being left home alone all day every day, my sleep schedule changed. I began staying up really late and would sleep until about 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I guess I was just naturally a night person because when bed time would come, I never wanted to go to bed. Instead I would stay up until around 1:30 when Dad would get home from hanging out with his friends. By that time, Mom was usually in bed so she could be up for work. One night, I was in the bathroom peeing when the door suddenly opened and Dad came in and closed the door, "What up lil nigga?" He said as he hurried over to the toilet, and began undoing his jeans. "My bad for just barging in, but I gotta piss real bad, "he said. "I've had to go the whole way home." "It's cool," I said, watching him very closely. I'd never really seen my Dad's dick before. I'd seen a lump in his sweatpants a couple times, but that's about it. So knowing I was about to see his manhood gave me an unexplainable excitement that I'd never felt before. Just as he was about to pull out his dick, my piss stream had begun slowing down to a dribble. Right when the last few drops fell from my little 4-1/2 incher, my Dad pulled down the top of his boxers, and out flopped what looked like a third leg. His dick was humongous compared to mine. He must've been 7-8 inches and it wasn't even hard. My Dad was uncircumcised like me, and he had foreskin covering the entire head of his dick. I watched as he reached down and peeled the foreskin back just enough to where his piss hole could be seen. Then he unleashed a strong powerful stream of urine into the toilet in front of me. I couldn't stop staring at his dick and my Dad noticed. "Yo Dante, it ain't polite to stare at another dudes junk," he said. I was in a total daze by that point. All I could do was keep staring at his dick. I was still holding my own dick in my hand and aiming it at the toilet, but I began squeezing the tip of my dick while staring at Dad's and my own dick was starting to get hard. Suddenly, Dad took his other hand and lowered his boxers some more to where his balls could be seen hanging there behind his flaccid snake. His balls, just like his dick were huge, and they had a light dusting of curly black hairs covering them. I was still frozen in space and time, just staring at his giant meat. I noticed that Dad didn't say anything else to me about staring at it, so I quickly looked up at his face. He didn't have a readable expression on his face, and I could not tell what he was thinking. He was just watching me stare at his big dick. Then suddenly he stuffed his giant dick back into his boxers, and pulled his pants up and closed them. Once his dick disappeared from view, I began putting my own, now hard, dick back into my pants and walked over to the sink to wash my hands, and Dad just left the bathroom. I heard Dad going up the stairs to his room. Most likely to change out of his work clothes, then he would usually come back down and sit in front of the TV for a while before falling asleep on the couch. Then after about an hour, he'd wake up and go up to his room and go back to bed. After a short while, he came back down wearing a pair of old gray sweatpants, and a white tank top. I'd never really noticed my Dad's body before, he was always just my Dad. But for some reason I began noticing things about him, like how strong his body looked. He had strong arms, with defined muscles, and a very nice chest. You could see the lumps of his pecs outlined clearly in the white tank top he was wearing. His upper body had a V shape that tapered down to his waist, and you could just barely see the definition of his abs through the tank top. It wasn't often that I saw Dad without a shirt on, he just wasn't the type of guy to show off his body, but as I sat there thinking about it, I realized just how nice his body actually was. He was a strong black working man, and I was beginning to see him in a whole new way. "Yo Dante, turn off that xbox," he said as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch from where I was sitting. "Okay," I said as I turned off the game system and put my game controller away inside the cupboard underneath the TV. I then got up and went and sat back down on the couch next to him. "Ain't you supposed to be in bed?" he asked. "Summer vacation," I replied. "Oh, that's right," he said as he pulled the lever on the side of the couch, raising the foot rest. He then pushed himself back into the seat and reclined into the sofa-chair, and began flipping through the channels on the TV. After going through a couple stations, he found a program he liked and settled in to watch. I would usually go to bed at this point, but something inside me told me to just stay where I was. I guess after seeing his dick in the bathroom, it was still on my mind and I wanted to be near him. I too reclined my own sofa chair and got comfortable, and by doing so I realized that my Dad couldn't see my face without turning his head, so I took advantage of this by looking over his entire body. I studied the tattoos on his forearms, and on the side of his neck, and noticed his slightly over-grown facial hair, that he would surely trim the next day before work. "Yo turn that light off, it's putting a glare on the TV," he said suddenly, looking over at me. When he turned his head to look at me, I could tell that he realized I wasn't watching the TV at all, but was watching him. I reached over behind me and flipped the switch on the lamp, leaving the room completely dark, except for the light coming from the television. Then, as I settled back into my reclined chair, I looked back over at my Dad and found that he was looking over at me with a confused/concerned look on his face. "You aight Dante?" he asked. "Yeah I'm cool," I replied, avoiding his stare and watching the TV. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had turned his head and went back to watching the movie. After a couple minutes I glanced back over in his direction and noticed that he was really into the movie on the television and was watching intently. By this point, I myself had become pretty interested in the movie (it was on HBO which means they showed a lot more skin then regular channels) and I was watching it with him. The main character of the movie was kissing a woman and ripping her clothes off of her. The girl got completely naked and you could even see her pubic hair. The guy was grabbing on her and getting rough with her but you could tell she liked it as she was moaning and grinding against him, while taking his clothes off. I glanced over at my Dad and noticed that his sweatpants had a slightly noticeable bulge in the front. Once I noticed it, I continuously stared at it, and could see it growing ever so slightly beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. I was instantly hard as a rock. "Nigga ain't you spost' to be in bed?" he said, suddenly looking over at me. I quickly turned my head back toward the television, hoping I was quick enough that he didn't noticing me staring at his dick again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him look down at his sweatpants, flex his almost fully hard dick, making it twitch in his sweatpants, then looked back at me. "Dante, I asked you a question," he said with a stern tone in his voice. "Yeah, I was just hoping I could watch this movie with you," I said hoping he wouldn't send me to bed. I continued staring at the TV pretending to be deeply interested in the sex scene that was still playing out. The guy in the movie was kissing the girl, while playing with one of her nipples. He then grabbed her hips and spun her around to where she was facing away from him and bent her over. Then he pulled down his pants and started fucking her. All you could see was the guy's ass pumping a few times before the movie cut to a different scene. All the while, my Dad didn't say anything else about me going to bed. I glanced back in his direction and could see that his boner had gone down somewhat now that the movie was no longer at a sexual point. "Yo know yo mama would have us both in trouble if she found out I was lettin' yo ass watch this kinda shit," he said, glancing back over at me. "I won't tell, I promise," I said. "You bet not," he said looking seriously at me, then back at the TV. We continued watching the movie, and every once in a while I would glance over in his direction, and check on the lump in his sweatpants. Then after about 20 minutes, the same dude in the movie that had sex with the girl was talking to the girl's best friend who was a gay black guy. The main guy asked the gay dude if he'd seen the girl, and he said he hadn't because she was too busy fucking him (the straight guy) to call or chill with the gay dude. The main guy laughed and said, "Yeah, she's getting real good at riding my dick," then the gay guy said, "I bet you I could ride it better." After a little back and forth about them keeping it a secret, the gay dude began unbuckling the main guys pants, and dropped to his knees. Once again, it wouldn't show any dick on the screen, but you could see the gay guys head bobbing in front of the main guy, while the main guy said, "Damn nigga, I ain't know you could suck dick that good. Fuck yeah, suck that big ass dick." At this point, I glanced back over at my Dad who was still intently watching the movie. I was trying so hard to see if I could make out his lump in his sweatpants, but he had shifted his position a little bit, and I couldn't make out his lump in his pants anymore. Without taking his eyes off the TV screen he reached down and rubbed his dick with his hand, and squeezed it a little before letting his hand rest over top of his package. This sent a chill down my spine and butterflies into my chest. I was already hard, and now I could feel my dick leaking precum from all the visual stimulation between the TV and my Dad, and I too reached down and massaged my 12 year old dick. Just knowing that my Dad was touching himself while watching a guy give another guy a blow job had me so incredibly turned on. I was squeezing my dick through my shorts while watching my Dad's hand ever so slightly squeeze his own dick, while watching the screen. He moved his hand again, readjusting his grip on his dick, and by doing so, I could see the head of his manhood clearly outlined in the fabric of his sweatpants, and could just barely make out a wet spot in the fabric where the tip of his dick was. It was too much for me. With the combined stimulation my hand was giving my dick, and the visual of the tip of my Dad's leaking hard-on, I ended up climaxing right there. I could feel my dick pulsing as wave after wave of orgasmic rush swept over my body. I felt about 3 small spurts of cum shooting out of my dick and onto this inside of my underwear. A small moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Dante!" My Dad said suddenly. My eyes shot open and I looked over at him with a worried look. "Nigga is you gay?" he asked abruptly, looking me over with a quizzical look on his face. "No," I said with a quickness. "Then why you over there moanin' n shit and rubbin on ya self?" he questioned in a matter of fact way. "I wasn't," I said not know what else to say, knowing I had been caught. "Yes you was nigga I seen you," he said narrowing his eyes at me. "So you been rubbing your dick the whole time this movie been playin," I snapped. I could tell by the look on Dad's face that he wasn't expecting me to say that. He paused for a moment before saying, "You was starin at my dick the whole time this movie been on too, just like you was starin at my dick in the bathroom earlier. I been around a lot longer than you lil nigga, and I seen you had that look in your eyes when you was lookin at my dick in the bathroom...like you wanted to touch it," he said. "No I wasn't," I replied. "I ain't gay!" I said, not believing a word of what I was saying. "Whatever nigga, why the front of your shorts is all wet?" I looked down and sure enough, the cum in my underwear had seeped through onto the front of my shorts. I was so embarrassed, I just got up and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and put on some fresh underwear than got into my bed feeling incredibly embarrassed. I felt so stupid for being so obvious in front of my Dad to the point that I pretty much jacked off and came sitting on the same couch as him, while staring at his dick. I fell asleep a little while later reminding myself that Dad had gotten hard, and was unconsciously squeezing his own dick while watching the guy in the movie give the other guy head. The next morning, I woke up and brushed my teeth before going down stairs to find Dad asleep on the couch. Mom had already gotten up and went to work, so it was just Dad and I home for the day. When I walked into the living room Dad was laying on the couch, hugging one of the small couch pillows. He was passed out still, but his sweatpants were lowered just a little bit to where you could see the top part of his pubes sticking out above the waist line of the sweatpants. A little lower you could see the outline of his dick again, which looked like it was semi-hard. I very quietly got down on my knees next to the couch and leaned my head over his dick. I put my nose right up to his exposed pubic hair and quietly smelled him. He had a manly smell to him that sent a chill down my spine. I felt so dirty sitting there smelling this forbidden smell, not just of a man, but of this man...my father. I wanted him so bad, but was so afraid of him that I couldn't bring myself to just start touching him. So, instead of stood up and went to my room and jacked off. After I had cum, I went down stairs and started making a bowl of cereal. Half way through, I realized that I had to pee, so I went into the bathroom, pulled out my soft little dick and was just about to start peeing when the door opened. Once again, in came my Dad saying he really had to go. Just like yesterday, he walked right up to the toiled and pulled the waistband of his sweats down, only instead of his soft dick flopping out, his giant 10-11 inch hard-on swung out, weighed down by all the blood built up inside it, and it swayed back and forth like a pendulum over the toilet. He had just woken up off the couch, and I could tell that he wasn't fully awake yet. I felt like I was starting to get hard from seeing his boner, but I had to pee too, so I started pushing really hard to make my pee come out, hoping it would keep my dick from growing, at least until I could put it away. So my stream started flowing. Dad seemed to be having some trouble peeing as he looked like he was pushing but nothing was coming out. "Damn morning wood...I need to piss...if yo Mama wasn't always on her fuckin period maybe I could take a piss in the morning." He said with his eyes half-closed. I was staring intently at his meat, trying to engrain every detail, curve, edge, vein, and ridge into my brain so I could remember this moment later on when I was alone and could jack off. His uncut cock was completely hard, and the foreskin was pulled back just enough to expose the tip of his dick-head. I knew from yesterday that his foreskin normally covers his entire head when he's soft, and he'd have to peel it back to pee. With his dick being hard, his foreskin had peeled itself back just enough so his piss slit was exposed. He was holding it at the base, allowing the full length of it to be exposed to me. "See nigga, I told you you was gay," he said. I looked up at him and he was standing there with a half-smile looking at me like he wasn't surprised. "I ain't gay," I said, echoing what I'd said to him last night on the subject. "Nigga I'm standing here lookin at you squeezin on yo own lil Johnson, lookin at my piece like you wanna suck on it," he said teasingly with an arrogant tone to his voice. He was right, I had finished peeing and was squeezing my own dick, and had my own lil hard on. I didn't really know what to do or say, so I didn't say anything. I just stood there with my dick in my hand and kept staring at his big prick. He was standing there watching me looking deep in thought about something. Then without saying anything else, he pulled his sweatpants down to his knees, lifted the bottom of his shirt up and over his head, tucking it back behind his neck. Then, he put both of his arms behind his back and just stood there. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there taking his muscular tattooed chest, abs, V-cut waist, wiry mess of pubic hairs, his giant uncut cock swaying back and forth, and his big low-hanging hairy balls. They were about the same size as walnuts, if not bigger. "Go ahead and get a good look my nigga, I know you been wanting to," he said. "I can tell by that look you got on yo eyes that you seein something you like," he added as he jutted his hips forward in my direction. I could feel my own eyes getting heavy, as my lust for his dick overcame my consciousness. I reached a hand out towards his dick slowly. A part of me was still scared he was going to yell or something, so I was still a little hesitant, up until my hand made contact with his dick. It was incredibly warm to the touch. I could feel his heart beat through his cock, it was so hard. "Damn nigga, look how lil yo hand look on my dick," he said. I too noticed how small his big dick made my hand look. I could not believe I was holding my own fathers hard dick. Here we were standing in front of the toilet, both of our dicks out, and I was holding his dick in my hand. I wasn't stroking it or anything, just holding it...feeling its warmth, it's hardness, it's power in my hand. This was a man's cock, and the only thing I wanted was to pleasure it. I wanted to suck it, lick it, taste it, rub it all over my whole body. "See nigga, I knew you wanted to touch it. Just like I knew you was watching me last night during that movie starin at my dick...you a freaky lil nigga ain't you?" he asked. I was in a complete daze at this point and all I could do was nod my head, still lost in gazing at this incredibly big incredibly hard black manly meat. The head was a perfect helmet shape, half-covered by his foreskin. It was pretty thick too, and was the same size from the base to the beginning of the head. The head flared out a bit wider than the rest, making it look like a very well-proportioned dick. I suddenly noticed a clear drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. I squeezed his dick at the base, and slid my hand toward the tip, milking it for more precum. "Fuuuuuck lil nigga...squeeze on Daddy's big dick," he said. His deep voice vibrated in my ears as he stood watching my small hand milk his big dick. A big glob of precum oozed out of the tip and hung down from a thick strand. He suddenly grabbed his own dick, and stepped closer to me, and placed one hand behind my head. He brought his dick to my face and wiped the precum across my lips. "Taste it," he said in a commanding voice, looking down at me with a glazed over look in his eyes. I licked my lips, tasting his essence. It was a mixture of sweet and salty, but I knew the second it hit my taste buds that I wanted more. "Now lick it," he instructed. I stuck out my tongue and licked his piss slit. Then I licked the entire exposed tip. Daddy then gripped the base of his dick, and milked it towards the tip. When it did, more precum came out, but his foreskin covered the entire head and hung over the end. He held it like that, and I noticed the precum began dripping out of the bunched up foreskin. "Get that juice nigga," he said. I stuck my tongue out again, and caught the dripping precum, then moved my tongue inside the opening of the foreskin, sucking the foreskin into my mouth with my tongue inside it. I moved my tongue around tasting his dick hood, and moved my lips around the tip of his dick, and began softly moaning. "Damn boy, you really hungry for this dick ain't you?" he questioned as his dick twitched again. "I don't even care that you my seed nigga, I know you want this dick and Imma give it to you," he said...his voice getting deeper with each phrase, as he became overtaken with lust. "I been wantin a warm mouth to dump all this nut in nigga, an you gon' get it," he said as he pulled my head forward...pushing his dick into my mouth. "Open up them lil lips nigga, taste Daddy's biiiiig fuuuccckkkiin diiiicckkk...move your tongue on it boy...suck it...you hungry nigga?" he asked. "You hungry for this dick juice ain't you?" He placed both hands on the back of my head and started pushing my head up and down his dick...fucking my mouth. He pushed my head down til his dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. He stopped trying to force it, as he knew it was too big to go down my throat, but seemed to like watching me gag on it, because he said, "that's right choke on it...it's big ain't it boy? That's a grown man's meat you got in yo mouth right there, and it looks soooo fuuucckiiiin gooood in that lil ass mouth of yours...daaaaamn boy," he said. Suddenly he pulled his dick from my mouth, and shoved my face against his balls. "Suck on them balls boy...use your tongue on em too...yeah, like that," he moaned, again in that deep lust-filled voice. "Put it back in yo mouth," he said as he shoved his dick back in my mouth. With one hand I reached up and began jerking near the base of his dick, and the other hand I reached up and began playing with his balls. He still was holding my head in his hands and was humping his dick into my mouth. "Fuck boy, you gone to get all this nut in yo mouth," he moaned, still pumping away. I could feel his big mushy head pushing against the back of my throat, while the steel hard shaft glided against my lips and tongue. I suddenly had the idea to move my tongue around his dick while he was fucking my mouth. "Awwwwwww fuck nigga," he said as he slowed his pace, allowing himself to feel more of my tongue moving around his cock while inside my mouth. "Daaaaaaaamn," he said staring down at me with heavy eyes. He suddenly pulled his dick from my mouth, looked at me for a few minutes, then slapped it against my face. "You like this shit huh?," he asked with a somewhat cocky sound to his voice. I nodded my head and moaned, "mmmm hmmmm." He slapped his dick against my face again and this time a moan escaped my lips right when it hit my face. He then grabbed his cock by it's base and began smearing it all across my face. Then he started grinding his balls against my face while slapping my forehead with his dick. "That's right nigga, love this big dick...I know you been wantin it nigga...get that dick...feel it on yo face nigga...yeeeeaaaahhhh...you like ya Daddy beating his meat on yo face don't you?.....fuck boy...been lookin at my dick like a wet pussy bitch be lookin at it...wantin me to deep dick that pussy and throat...nigga imma give this shit to u cause u want it...imma own yo lil throat nigga...you gon be my lil dick sucka...lickin an suckin on my shit when I want it...fuck yeah nigga...lick it...lick it all over. Kiss on it too...yeah...nigga you bout to get a big ass nut..."he was saying while slapping my face with his hard cock, and smearing his precum over my lips. "Alright now open back up," he said as he shoved it back into my mouth. I once again began tonguing the underside of his dick, and playing with his foreskin with the tip of my tongue. I then pulled his dick out again and began sucking on his balls and moving my tongue all around his balls again. I can't explain how sexually fulfilled I felt there on my needs, with his balls in my mouth, and his big giant adult cock resting on my face. I felt as though I were home, and this was where I belonged. "Come on nigga suck ya Daddy's cum out...suck it out," he said guiding his dick back into my mouth. I started sucking and found a rhythm that wasn't too fast or too slow and began going down as far as I could. A couple times I felt the head start to slide down the back of my throat but I'd start to gag and had to stop. I noticed that every time that happened though, Dad would flex his dick and it would get steely hard. "Oh nigga, I been wanting a warm mouth to dump all this nut in," he said short for breath. "Oh fuck nigga...yea boy suck that big fucking dick...suck on Daddy's big dick...niggas bout to feed you some cum...yeah boy get that cum...I know you hungry boy...I know you thirsty...I wanna watch you swallow it all down nigga...make sure you know how Daddy's nut taste...fuck here it come lil nigga," He said as he gripped my head and pulled my mouth down on his cock. I felt his head enter my throat and then I could feel the shaft sliding down further than it had ever gone. I was almost as though he pushed past my gag reflex, and I just held my breath there, feeling him shoot his cum down my throat. "UUUNNNGGHHH UNNNGHH UUUUNNGGHHH," he moaned with every blast of seed that shot down my throat. "Yeah nigga, eat that cum boy...I know you like it...that shit'll make you a strong man like me...swallow it all. Wait," he said suddenly pulling his dick from my throat, to where the head of his cock was on my tongue, dribbling the last little bit of thick white cum. "Taste me," he said looking into my eyes. "Now that you know what I taste like, you ain't allowed to taste anyone else, just me," he said with a very serious look on his face. "And you ain't allowed to talk about this to anybody...eva nigga. Not ever," he said pulling his dick from my mouth. He pulled his pants up, turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me there on my knees holding my dick. I looked down at the floor and realized I had cum all down the side of the toilet. I got a rag and wiped up the mess, then cleaned myself up before leaving the bathroom and heading to my room. I jacked off about 5 more times that day thinking about what had happened, and hoping like hell it was going to happen again soon... Let me know what you guys think, Questions/Comments/Coversation – headgame2010@gmail.com Thanks guys and don't forget to DONATE!!!