Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2018 13:42:38 -0400 From: tagenhard@aol.com Subject: Random Tails / Dirt Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all our fun. This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned Or encouraged. We all live two great lives. One in reality and one in our minds. Dirt by tagenhard@aol.com "SCOTT WILLIAM JACKSON, BRAD HENRY JACKSON GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE NOW." When mom yelled all three of your names you knew you were really in trouble. But this time I wasn't so worried. I'm Scott and I'm 9. Brad is my dad so anything mom is going to yell at us about all I need to do is look sad and quiver my lower lip. Dad should know better, you can't blame me. I made my way down the hall to the kitchen and was careful not to step on the mud on the carpet. I was surprised mom hadn't cleaned that up yet. She's usually so picky about things being clean. Dad stepped into the kitchen right behind me. Mom glared at both of us. "What the hell is this mess all about?" She yelled waving her hand at the muddy trail from the back door thru the kitchen and into the hall. I stayed quiet. I knew the best thing was to let dad handle this. "Sorry dear, we will clean it up and make sure it doesn't happen again." My dad said calmly. My dad is always calm and cool. He never yells or gets excited. But mom does and she launched into a half hour yell session. I don't know what about, I stopped listening when I realized she was yelling at dad. She seemed to be yelling at him a lot lately and he always just lets her till she runs out of steam. He's been sleeping in his den a lot more to. I think it's so cool that he gets to sleep where ever he wants. I have to sleep in my bed. Mom yelled at me once when I tried to sleep in the living room. So ok yes it was us who dragged the dirt in the house but we got dirty landscaping the backyard. A job she has been yelling at dad to do. I thought it only fair she help out by cleaning up after but, NO, I guess we have to do everything. I maybe only 9 but I was smart enough not to say that in dads defense. Diner was great, they didn't talk so I got to talk about everything I wanted. Afterwards I heard dad banging around in the basement so I went to investigate. Behind the staircase there was a small room like a closet, and he was carrying everything out. "Whatca doing?" "Oh hi, I am creating a solution to our dirt problem." He replied. I didn't know what he meant but decided not to bug him, so I sat and watched. After he carried the last thing out, he stopped and looked in and said this will work. I stepped over next to him and saw a shower head and faucets on the wall. "How did those get there?" I asked. "The people we bought the house from never had showers in their bathrooms. They just had bath tubs and would come down here to shower. See there is a drain in the floor and hot and cold water faucets. When we remodeled the bathrooms, you were only two at the time, we put showers in and didn't need to use this. I've just been throwing junk in here since then." Dad had a smile on his face. "An how does that solve a dirt problem?" I asked scrunching my face and looking up at him. "I figure this landscape project is going to take about a month to do. So each time we get dirty all we have to do is come down to the basement from the outside entrance and shower here. We won't drag dirt into your mom's clean house. She won't yell at us." He seemed pleased with himself. "She'll still find something to yell about." I muttered. He looked at me hard but then laughed. "I'm afraid your right." Then he sent me off to bed because we had a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Daddy was redoing the whole back yard and I got to help. We were going to rip out all the grass and build something called a terrace garden into the hill side between us and the neighbors. Make a stone path to a fire pit area and a grill area. Make some beds for flowers which is just a bunch of dirt with flowers stuck in it. Silly name for dirt but the idea made mom happy. I couldn't help with any of the stone lifting and stuff but I sure could help push dirt around and rip grass out. Plus it was fun to get dirty without getting yelled at because there was no other way. Today was a hot day and when afternoon came around dad peeled off his t-shirt. I liked seeing dad with his shirt off. His chest was big and he had brown hair swirling around everywhere. Those round things on his chest were large and dark with big pencil erasers sticking out. I think I heard him call them nips. I loved looking at his chest. I know he always talked about what a great chest mom had with his friends. But I saw her in a swim suit and her chest just looked like two big squishy balloons hanging there and no hair at all. I'd rather look at dad's chest any day. I copied my dad and pulled my shirt off also and puffed out my little chest. Dad smiled and winked at me. By the time we finished I was tired and we both had dirt and sweat all over us. "You did good today kiddo." Dad said as he looked over the yard and ruffled my hair. "Let's go hit the shower." "I'm too tired to walk." I whined and held out my arms. He just laughed and picked me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nestled my face into his neck. I loved the smell of his sweaty body and I breathed it in deep as he carried me. We went in the door that lead directly to the basement and when we reached the shower room he told me to kick off my shoes. As they dropped to the floor he stepped out of his and walked us into the room. With me still in his arms, he turned the water on and we both squealed a little at the first cold blast. We let the water splash across us washing the dirt from our upper bodies and from our pants. I didn't want to let go when he told me he was setting me down. Once I was on my feet he said to get out of my pants. I did as told and stripped them off as I watched him do the same. Soon we were both naked under the running water. I had seen my dad naked before, changing at the beach or water park but I was never this close to him before. He stood under the spraying water and I stood in front of him. Dad tilted his head back and rinsed his hair. I giggled and he looked down at me. "What's so funny?" "You're peeing on me." I giggled again. The way the water was running down his body some of it washed down his wiener and cascaded from the end. It looked like a stream of pee that then arched out and splashed onto my little chest. "How do you know I'm not?" Dad laughed. "Because it's not yellow silly." I returned. "Oh silly am I?" He chuckled and reached down and started to tickle me. I was laughing and squirming in his hands as he knew just where to get me. Laughing himself he dropped to his knees with them on either side of me. "Let's get you washed up buckaroo." Dad took a bar of soap and washed my body. Sometimes it tickled sometimes it didn't but all the time it felt great having his soapy hands glide across my body. I just stood there as he washed me everywhere. I loved the strength in his fingers as it touched my little Willie and rubbed across my balls. I sighed when his hand slipped between my ass cheeks and I could feel a finger slip across my bum hole. I relaxed and before I knew it was happening I was letting out a stream of piss that splattered on to his chest. I froze afraid he would yell but the pee still came. Dad just looked down and started to laugh. When I saw he wasn't mad I moved my pee stream back and forth between his two tits. "Now that is yellow so it must be pee," He laughed with a big grin. "Did you think the shower water wasn't good enough? You needed to help get me clean." I laughed back. "Sorry daddy it just happened." With a wink and a smile. "That's ok son, don't worry about it." Dad washed my hair and then stood up to finish himself. As he washed above I took a bar of soap and washed his feet up to his thighs. I'm sure I heard dad sigh and I found it interesting that his wiener was sticking straight out from his body. I was gonna ask him about it but he turned off the water and grabbed two towels handing one to me. We dried off and he showed me how to wrap the towel around myself. We left our wet clothes in the basement and went upstairs. The inside basement stairs came up into the kitchen and as we reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen mom was standing there. Dad tugged on my towel like he was gonna pull it off of me in front of mom. I grabbed tight onto it and squealed as I ran to my room. I did hear mom say I hope you didn't make a mess down there as I closed my bedroom door. Diner was again me talking about how fun it was working in the dirt and being able to help dad. Mom did ask how long it was going to take and when dad said about a month she replied that we sure better have it ready for the July 4th party. The next day was Monday and mom and dad had to work. School was out for me so I had to spend the day across the street at Mrs. Park's house. We did walk over to my house and I explained what was going to go where and how it would look. "That's a lot of dirt to move around." She stated. "Ok yea, it's so much fun." I replied with excitement. She laughed. "Boy's and dirt are such a natural combination." She wouldn't let me do anything though so I spent the day at her house watching TV and playing games. When dad got home he said it was too late to work on anything so we had diner and TV followed by bed. Dad got to sleep in his den again. Tuesday went the same way but Wednesday dad got home and said we had time to do some more work. I rushed down stairs to the basement and put on my work clothes that were still there from Sunday. Dad was a few steps behind stripping down and getting into his work boots and shorts. He didn't put his shirt on so I took mine back off. We walked outside and stood side by side surveying the situation. Dad and me shirtless and ready to get dirty. A bunch of stones had been delivered earlier today. Dad called them retaining stones. We had to carry them from where the guy dropped them back to where the terrace garden was going to be. They weren't too heavy and I was able to carry them. Of course dad carried two to everyone I lifted. We got enough of them over to build the first wall. I watched as dad laid out the first line and got them just where he wanted them. Then as dad stacked the next two layers I sat down on the uphill side and pushed dirt with my feet and hands to fill in behind them. Dad got really sweaty and I got real dirty. I think we were both happy just talking away as we worked. Sometimes he would wipe his face with his hand and flip it towards me getting some drops of sweat on me. I would toss a little dirt at him and it would stick to the glistening sweat on his chest and arms. A lot got done before dad said it was time to call it quits. He stood up and stretched his back and twisted side to side. He was getting the knots out he said. I just liked watching his muscles flex and bulge. "Ok, ready?" He asked me when he was done. I stood up and held my arms out to get carried again. "You're starting to get to grown up to be carried all the time." He chuckled but picked me up anyway. When we got to the shower I kicked off my shoes and he set me down. I turned on the water as he took off his boots. Then he stepped in with me and we let the water wash any dirt off of our clothes before we stripped out of them. Again we were naked together and dad knelt down with me between his legs. I got dreamy eyed as his firm soapy hands washed across my body. "You're not gonna pee on me again are you?" I heard him say pulling me out of my dream state. "No daddy." I giggled. "I promise." He laughed. "Well just remember I owe you one." His hands were washing across my ass and he was working a globe in each hand. I reached out and put one of my hands on his chest and cupped onto his pec. "Daddy will I have a big chest like you when I grow up?" "It's possible. Your uncles all have big chests, so it's something called genetics working in your favor. But you also have to work at it by working hard and exercising." He let me run my fingers around the dark circle and take one of his nips and roll it between my fingers. It seemed that both of them got harder and he moaned slightly. I felt one of his fingers run between my ass cheeks and across my asshole a few times as I played with his chest. "I hope I grow up to be just like you daddy." His voice was soft but he had a smile. "I don't. I hope you grow up to be just like you. The you that you will become. The you that finds some things interesting and not others. The you that will have a girlfriend or boyfriend. The you that will have his own ideas and opinions. There is already one of me, let's have one of you." I knew what he meant but I zeroed in on one thing. "It's ok if I have a boyfriend? You wouldn't get mad?" "No son, I will love you no matter what you are." He leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. "Would you be my boyfriend?" I asked timidly. His eyes twinkled. "But I'm your dad." I continued to caress his chest and his hands stayed on my butt with a finger gently tickling my hole. "You could be both." I suggested. "Don't you think mommy would get jealous?" I got a grin on my face and whispered. "It could be our secret." He winked at me. "I guess it could be." He paused as he saw the smile spread across my face. "What do boyfriends do?" "Well." I had to think. "They kiss." I finally said. "You want us to kiss?" "Yes." I replied He leaned into me and kissed me on my lips. His big strong lips against my soft boy lips felt wonderful. As we kissed the basement door opened and mom yelled down that diner was on the table, come eat it now or we don't get any. Dad broke the kiss and yelled back that we would be there in minute. He winked at me, gave me a quick peck on the lips again and reminded me that this was our secret. He stood up and I missed the touch of his hands on me, on my ass, on my hole. I noticed his wiener was standing straight up and hard. He quickly spun me around, rinsed me off and pushed me out telling me to dry off. As I dried I watched him rinse off his body and the water run down in rivers and the soap caress his body as it rinsed away. His big stiff wiener slowly got softer till it dropped down in front of him. I saw yellow and realized he was peeing. I wanted to jump back in and have him pee on me but I knew not to. Thursday dragged on but Mrs. Park let me play on her laptop. I played some games and got an idea and did some searching in the net. Dad got home just in time for diner so we didn't work. Friday Mrs. Park let me spend most the day on the laptop because she had a bridge club come over. There is a lot of interesting things to find on the net. At diner dad wasn't home yet and mom informed me she was going away for a few days for a she-cation she called it. Dad still wasn't home when it was my bed time and mom was ready to leave. She took me over to Mrs. Park and I feel asleep on her couch. I remember dad picking me up in his arms and carrying me back to our house and putting me in bed. He kissed me and said good night boyfriend and I mumbled it back. I woke up and realized it was Saturday. I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find dad drinking coffee and reading a paper. He was already wearing his work boots and shorts but no shirt. "About time you got up, there's work to do. Get yourself some cereal." He smiled that big smile of his as he said it. I ate fast but not so fast that he would scold me. When I was done he stood up and rinsed out his mug and told me to get my work clothes on and meet him outside. I ran to my room and dropped off my pj's then ran naked to the basement where I slipped on my shorts and shoes and made a dash outdoors. Dad was already laying the last of the stones that we didn't get to Wednesday. I jumped up onto the dirt and started to fill in behind like last time. When that was done dad handed me a small shovel and he took a big one. He informed me that we were going to dig into the slope of the hill 6 feet back level with the top of the stone wall we just finished. Then we would build another one. Of course dad shoveled a lot faster than me and moved more dirt. I did my best and he kept telling me what a good job I was going. I didn't notice earlier but dad was wearing different shorts this time. These had some rips and holes in them. I could see he didn't have underwear on as I could see his skin through the rips. In the front I could see some hair thru a rip by the zipper. The pants were also shorter and sometimes if he moved just right the tip of his wiener showed. I stood up and pulled my pants off and then my underwear. "What you doing there boyfriend?" Dad asked as he stopped and leaned on his shovel. "I wanna be dressed like you." I threw my underwear aside and started to put my pants back on. "Well if you want to be like me then here give me your pants." He held out his hand. I pulled them back off and stood there naked. He walked over to where he had some tools and took a knife and cut thru the bottom hem then ripped around the leg so they were shorter and jagged like his. He repeated this on the other leg. Then with the knife he made some slashes in the material. He tossed them over to me as he walked back to where I was. I slipped them on and liked what I saw. You could see my soft boy flesh thru the cuts and when I squatted down the end of my little thingy hung out. "Now you look like a real working stud." Dad laughed as he pulled his work gloves back on. We took a pee break and instead of going in the house we stepped over to the bushes. Daddy just lifted up the bottom of his shorts and popped out his wiener and pissed. I did the same thing. Dad acted like he was gonna turn and pee on me but he didn't. We got almost the whole area dug out that we needed to in order to put in the next wall layer. "How about some pizza for lunch?" He asked. I of course agreed. Dad used his cell phone to order and instructed them to send the delivery person around to the back when he came. We went back to work and finished the digging just as the guy showed up with the pizza. He looked about 18 to me and I didn't like the way his eyes looked all over my daddy's sweaty body and at the flesh showing thru the rips in his shorts. He looked me over to with a weird expression. "Looks like you two are having fun." He commented as he handed the pizza box to dad. "Well it is enjoyable being outside working your body and being able to spend man time with my son." Dad replied as he set the pizza box down and picked up his wallet. As dad got money out of his wallet he dropped it and squatted down to pick it up. The tip of his wiener dropped out of the bottom of his shorts. My eyes were on it but I heard the pizza guy say "nice". My dad looked up at him but stayed squatted. I didn't like the way they were looking at each other. Dad finally stood up and his wiener pulled back up into his shorts. But the front of his pants looked tighter than before. Dad handed the kid his money. I wasn't sure why the guy didn't just leave but he looked dad all over again and licked his lips. "I'm Rick by the way." He said. Dad smiled like he always does "Thanks Rick, you working tomorrow?" "Yes I am." "We're probably gonna have pizza again tomorrow for lunch." Dad winked. "Here." Rick took the pizza box and wrote a phone number on it. "Call me first so I can make sure I'm the one who delivers." "Ok, see you tomorrow." Dad said and turned his back to the guy. I saw Rick look at my dad's ass as he walked away. I think I don't like Rick. I'm gonna make sure the pizza box gets lost. We sat down on a mound of dirt and ate pizza. Dad already had a cooler outside and I had soda and he drank a beer. We took another pee break and dad ripped the cut by his zipper a little bigger so he could just pop his wiener out and pee that way. I copied him and did the same. When we were done dad push his back into the rip but now you could see more hair and some of the wiener shaft. My rip left me more exposed as I moved around you could clearly see my little thing and balls. We got the whole second wall done and dad said that was enough. He didn't carry me today. He took off his work boots and his pants right there in the yard and carried them along with his cell phone and wallet. I hurriedly took my pants and shoes off and carried them. We walked naked back to the house. I liked how his wiener swung back and forth as we walked. I lead the way down the stairs and we went to the shower with dad turning it on first. Once it warmed up we stepped in and noticed dad was sticking straight out again. He dropped to his knees like before and grabbed a bar of soap. As dad started to wash me I leaned into him "I learned how real boyfriends kiss." He raised his eyebrows a little and look me straight in the eye. "Oh and how did you do that?" "Over at Mrs. Park's house." Now dad stopped moving his hands and looked at me with surprise. "Mrs. Park taught you how to kiss?" I scrunched my face and look back, then giggled. "No. I used her computer and looked up what boyfriends do." "Oh." Dad laughed and started to wash me again. "What did you find out?" I dropped one of my hands down on to his chest and stroked his nipple. He moaned at that. "Most of it was girls talking about what a guy should do but then I found a movie that showed what two boyfriends do together." His hands went to my ass cheeks. "What did you think about what you saw?" "I liked it. I wanna do all that with you daddy." I think I might have blushed. Dad opened his mouth to say something but I pushed my lips to his and stuck my tongue out into his mouth. He sucked it gently into his mouth and dueled his tongue with mine. As we did this his finger pushed down into my ass finding my hole and rubbed back and forth. Daddy then pushed his tongue into my mouth licking all over inside. I squeezed his nipple harder and he pushed his finger against my hole. I think both of us were moaning. I broke the kiss and leaned down and sucked his nipple into my mouth. "Oh fuck yea son. I love my nipples played with.' I licked and sucked just like I saw in the movies then I bit gently. More of a nibble. He leaned back against the wall with his legs spread open. I nursed on his hard hairy chest and my right hand dropped down till it found his wiener and I wrapped my fingers around it. "Oh god son play with my hard daddy cock." He moaned It's a cock not a wiener I registered in my mind. My little mouth sucking and nipping on his man tit as my hand stroked his fat daddy cock. This position had me bent over and his fingers still pushed at my hole. I broke from his tit. "Finger me daddy." I begged before sucking onto his tit harder. He moaned out loud and then I felt his soapy slippery finger push into my hole. It felt different but not painful. I gripped onto his cock tighter as he pushed into to me. I pulled off of my dad's chest and with his finger sliding in and out slowly of my hole I bent over further and slipped his cock head into my mouth. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Scott yea suck daddy's cock." He shouted out loud. I liked hearing him swear and use dirty words. I did as I saw in the movie and sucked on the bloated daddy cock head. I loved the taste. I loved the feel of his hardness in my mouth. I couldn't get much of it into my 9 year old mouth but I got my lips clamped onto the backside of the head. It seemed to get bigger in my mouth when I heard my daddy gasp. "Take my cum son, fuck taking my fucking load of cum." I felt my mouth being filled with a warm liquid and I swallowed as fast as I could but soon found myself choking on it because there was so much of it. I coughed and some sprayed out of my mouth around his cock. I pulled my head up as more shot out and it hit me in the face. I smiled up at dad with his cum coating my lips and dripping from my face. He pulled his finger out of my ass and using both hands pulled my head up to his. He licked me all over my face. "You were so fucking awesome sucking daddy's cock." Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and swirled his tongue around. Pulling away he crushed me to him and breathed with rapid breath into my ear. "Did you like sucking daddy's cock? Do you like being daddy's cocksucker?" I nodded my head yes against the side of his face. "You looked so special with your lips spread out around my hard meat. I can't wait till you learn to take it all down your throat." Dad's body shuddered. The water was turning cold so we got up and turned it off. Daddy slowly dried me off but kept kissing me all over as he did. He laid me down on the towel and sucked my little pricklet, as he called it, it to his mouth. He sucked gently and licked at my balls to. Daddy was able to take all of my boy parts into his mouth at once. I moaned at the feeling of his sucking mouth and tongue swirling around everything. I felt like I had to pee and then my whole body jerked and shook. Before I knew what was happening my dad was pushing my legs over my head and he drove his tongue into my boy hole. I got dizzy and the room spun from the feeling that was running thru my body. He drove it deep into me or at least it felt that way. My hole was getting all sloppy and wet and soon I felt a finger alongside his tongue slipping into the hole, then a second one. Again it made me feel full but not painfully so. With two fingers in me now he pulled me up on to my hands and knees. He brought my face over to his again hard cock. "Suck daddy's fat cock son, make daddy feel good. Wrap those little lips around daddy's meat. Daddy's voice seemed different, deeper and more broken. I lowered my mouth to the shaft sticking up in front of me and took the head in again. Daddy moaned that moan that I was now loving to hear him make. "Fuck yea." With his free hand he grabbed my hair, not hard, but firmly. He helped my head bounce up and down on his cock slowly getting more in each time. His other hand continued to thrust its two fingers in and out, but not in a bad way. I liked the feeling of him stretching me open. In the movie they called it finger fucking. I liked daddy finger fucking me as I swallowed more of the soft/hard shaft in my mouth. Daddy kept swearing and fitting more of his cock into my mouth and bottomed out with his fingers in my ass. "I'm gonna cum again." Daddy seemed to shout at the top of his lungs. "Take daddy's fucking hot cum." My mouth filled again and I swallowed the best I could but he kept filling it with more and it started to run down the sides of his shaft. He held my head in place as he shot one more load and his body shook. Dropping down onto his back on the floor with his fingers still in me, he pulled me on top of him. Daddy stopped moving his fingers but left them inside. We must have fallen asleep because it was dark. I was curled up against dad's chest. At some point his fingers had slipped out of my ass. I needed to pee and I started to get up. "Oh wow I guess we dozed off." Dad muttered. "It looks like we need to shower again." Dad got up and turned the shower on and pulled me in with him. I couldn't help it and I started to pee on his leg. Dad just laughed and waited till I was done. We showered off all the dry cum that was on me and the pee from him. "What do you want for diner?" Dad asked as we dried off. "Hot dogs." I called out and laughed. Dad joined in. After we ate dad took me into his bedroom and leaned up against the headboard. I crawled up on top of him so my chin rested between his pecs. He brushed his fingers thru my hair and I moved my mouth over to and sucked in one of his nipples. After a few minutes I felt his hard cock pushing up against my ass. "Why does that happen whenever I play with your nipples?" "My nerves are just wired such that any time my nipples get stimulated I get a hard on. When I was younger I would wear a tight mesh t shirt and the rubbing of the mesh would keep me hard all the time as I walked around." "Maybe we should get you a new one." I suggested returning my lips to his chest. "That just might be a good idea." He sighed as I increased my suction. "When is mommy coming back?" I asked again letting go of his nipple. He sighed but I don't know if was because I stopped or because I mentioned mom. He got a serious face. "I'm not sure she is coming back. You know how you wanted a boyfriend." I nodded my head yes. "Well she wants a girlfriend. Now this doesn't mean she doesn't love you because she does very much. But while she gets a girlfriend and decides what she wants she wants to be alone. From us. I'm sorry." "That's ok, all she did was yell anyway. Does that mean I can sleep in your bed with you from now on?" I asked excitedly sitting up on top of him. "I guess if we are going to be boyfriends then yes." Dad laughed and back to being happy again. Dad had gone soft. I reached out and grasped one nipple in each hand and twisted them, then ground my behind back and forth on his cock. He was hard in a flash. He grabbed me by the hips and helped me rock across his cock. "I want you to try to put it in me, daddy." "Are you sure, it will hurt more than my fingers." "Yes we can at least try." I replied with determination. "Ok. I'll lay down and you lay on top of me. Then you can wiggled back down on to it and control how much you can handle." Daddy got a tube out of the bedside table and squirted some cold stuff on my asshole and his cock. "I'll hold it up and you moved back till your little hole touches." Daddy reached down and grasped his cock. As I slid down his body I let my face brush against his chest hair. I came into contact with the cock head of my dad. "Take it slow and easy now." Dad instructed. I pushed back and felt the head push against me and stretch me open as I put more pressure against it. No pain yet but a strange feeling of something going the wrong way. I pushed back a little more and the feeling made me think of when I had my leg in a cast and it itched all the time but I couldn't scratch it. "Push out." Dad said and I did. I felt the head pop into my hole and me close up around it. "Fuckin hell" Dad groaned. I moved back a little more but then it started to hurt. I was able to rock back and forth a little. "I can't do any more daddy I'm sorry." I whimpered. "Oh don't be sorry you're doing great. We will have a lot of time to work on this right now I'm just happy to be even a little bit in you." Dad ran his fingers thru my hair comforting me. As I rocked my hip back and forth the small amount I could without pain, I clamped my mouth on one nipple and started to suck and I took the other one in my hand and twisted. "Oh shit you little cock sucking fucker." Dad moaned out. "Ah keep doing that, fucking hell." He told me later that there was just enough of his head and shaft in my hot very tight hole along with the stimulation of my working over his nipples that it was enough. "I'M gonna cum in your ass." Dad screamed and I felt his body jerk under me several times. "Fuck, fuck, fuck stop it oh fuck oh stop your killing me oh fuck me." He rambled on. I pulled away from his nipples and his body started to calm down. He reached down and pulled the sheet up over us and we feel asleep like that. Daddy never slept in the den again. Just a footnote. Some guys might find the nipple play odd but I actually knew a guy that could reach orgasm by just playing with his nipple and not touching his cock.