Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2021 14:07:52 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: Shipwrecked With Dad 9 While on the sand, Dad gripped my thighs and pulled my butt toward his face. His tongue wiggled around my virgin hole. He sounded hungry too. My eyes fluttered, and my mouth opened. I tried to withstand the ticklish sensation while also fighting the shyness and embarrassment of something so personal and foreign to me. I couldn't believe my own dad was licking my butthole. He'd never mentioned this during our sex talk. As weird as it was, it felt kind of good. Maybe sex really did come in many more forms than I'd thought. But I still liked referring to it as making love. Dad was showing me how much he loved me by expressing it in a sexual way. Dad was love. Finally, I lowered my head to lick the head of his big dick, precum overflowing. I tasted it, and the saltiness made me want more until I licked it all up. I slowly swirled my tongue around the piss slit and head, puckering my lips over it for a suck. I didn't know how to do any of this, but I knew Dad wanted me to express my love in any way I could. He moaned while licking and sucking me back there, kneading my small butt cheeks with his large hands. His sounds of hunger told me how much he desired me. He looked at me as the lover I'd wanted him to look at me as. During this special moment of making love, I immediately went from a boy to a man. Emotionally, anyway. My first time, my first sexual experience, and it was with Dad, just the way I would've wanted it. He moved his mouth to my leaking dick and sucked me. I rolled my eyes and shivered a little, goosebumps on my skin from the warm sensation. When he licked and sucked my balls, I clenched my body and hissed, chuckling a bit afterward. "You okay, Kev?" "Yeah...just a little sensitive." "That's okay. Anytime you feel uncomfortable, just let me know because I want you to enjoy yourself. I'd never force myself on you because how you feel matters everything to me. Don't ever forget that." "I know, Dad. Feels really good, though. You can easily make me come when you suck me." It was true because his mouth was like magic. "Do you want to come?" "Um...okay, yeah." Truthfully, it was getting harder to hold the urge to shoot. Dad continued sucking my dick, moaning every so often. He loved doing it. He loved making me feel so good in every way possible. I got back to sucking the head of his dick, slurping more precum. I tried to go deeper but managed only a quarter of the length, the girth quickly making my jaw a little sore. My mouth was probably too small to take it all, but I'd try one day. Dad breathed hard. "Kevin, I'm seriously trying to hold it, but I don't think I can anymore. You think you can be ready to swallow my cum?" "Okay, Dad!" I bobbed my head and sucked whatever I could, shutting my eyes tight out of both anticipation and nervousness. I had no idea how much he'd come since I was able to come a lot when jerking off. Like now... "I'm coming, Dad!" "Yeah, give it to me, son. Give me your sweet boy load." He sucked me harder. Finally, the climax hit me hard, and I rolled my eyes and shook my body, little puffs of breath coming out of me as Dad drained my balls with his mouth. Deep pleasure coursed through me, and it was suddenly the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. I felt extremely relaxed. "Mm, love your taste, little guy. Get ready for mine now, Daddy's about to come." I sucked him some more, and he came so quickly that I hadn't had time to prepare for it. Grunting, he flooded my mouth, and much of it spilled out while I tried my hardest to swallow. What a rich and acquired taste, making me scrunch up my face. I struggled with swallowing all of it because of the taste, thickness, and amount. But I wanted to keep doing it because it was part of making love. If he could like my taste, so could I. Dad caught his breath. "Damn, Kev. That was amazing. I haven't come that hard in my life." He chuckled. "Feeling a bit dizzy now." I smiled. "Was I okay?" Dad quickly shuffled around and grabbed me to lay on our sides, him as the big spoon. He kissed the back of my head and my nape. "More than okay. The best. And it was your first time. I'm honored to have experienced it. How was it for you?" I smiled dreamily and snuggled with him like a blanket. "It was awesome, Dad. I want to do it again soon." "We will. But let's take a little nap and then find something to eat, okay? It's still afternoon, and the sun's bright, so we can look around more easily." "Okay, Dad. I love you." "I love you, son. More than my own life." I smiled widely, too relaxed to speak again. I just felt like falling asleep in his arms forever and never waking up to reality again. All I'd ever wanted was him, no one else. He was mine, and I was his. Together, we were one. Dad was love. ---------- https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!