Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2022 00:01:31 -0500 From: Clint Evans Subject: The Smell of Success pt.1 Disclaimer: This story is not true and the characters in it are fictional creations of an incestuous nature. Please be advised. If you are offended by this material, please do not read as it's meant for private entertainment only. Thank you. If you enjoy the material, you may email the author at aservantforaking@gmail.com. NSFW material is gladly accepted and appreciated ;-) The Smell of Success Wassup everyone. My name is Romeo and I'm 16 years old and I'm from Cleveland. I'm light skinned and black, and I'm 5'7 and 140 lbs. I'm blessed with a big dick, but I'm kinda scrawny compared to the men in my family, and I guess I'm good looking cause I always have people telling me how handsome I am. My Dad works at a plant and aint really at home very much, so I was raised by my Mom for the most part. She's a stay-at-home Mom and she's my protector for real. She's always made sure I was always on point and dressed to the 9's. She always made sure my hair was cut right, and when I started growing facial hair, she taught me how to keep my goatee looking perfectly trimmed and moisturized. One time I was given a hat at school, that had the name of the school on it, and I wore it home. When my Mom seen it, she asked me if I wanted her to get me some nice hates to wear, and I said, "yeah." So she bought my like 7-8 hats and matching outfits that were all stylish and trendy. My family is black, and my Mom can be really hot headed with people, but she's never like that with me. She's always babied me, and spoiled me, and always been right there through my whole life looking out for me. When I was young, like around 6-7, I remember getting in trouble and my Dad yelling at me and acting like he was about to hit me. My Mom lost her mind about it and started hitting my Dad and cussing at him and threatening to kill him if he ever laid a hand on me. They both finally calmed down though and he told her, "Aight then, that's your son then. Don't get me involved in shit to do with him if you ain't gonna let me father my own son." So from then on, my Dad didn't really involve himself with my life. We lived together and we'd see each other late at night when he got home from work, and would say hey to one another, but we didn't really talk a whole lot. There was definitely a wall between us, and we never really got close. My Dad is a really muscular black man with a full beard and long dread locks that my Mom is always messing with and taking care of for him. My Mom was very much in charge of how we dressed, cut our hair, the lotions we would use, the food we ate, the schedule we was on, it was all her. She would sometimes remind us both that, "This was her castle and she the Queen of it." My Dad was a quiet man, and kind of let my Mom run over him quite a bit. Every once in a while they would have a disagreement, and my Dad would get upset and leave and go to the gym to take his frustrations out by working out. When I turned 13 or so, I started feeling like I was missing out on doing things with my Dad and started to crave his attention. Around the same time, my parents started fighting a whole lot. My Mom quit cooking all the time, and seemed like she was starting to just do her own things and not the things she was doing for the house and me and Dad like she used to, and she started acting irritated a lot. It wasn't long before my Mom started cheating on my Dad with a dude she knows from down the street. I had no clue she was cheating on my Dad at all, I just didn't think she'd do that. My Dad is a very handsome man. He's built like a statue, and on more than a few occasions, I could hear my parents going at it. My Mom would be moaning and screaming into her pillow, and sometimes I'd hear Dad talking to her but I couldn't ever make out what he'd be saying. Sometimes I'd jack off listening to them fuck, and would wonder how big my Dads dick was. I never had a chance to see him naked cause he would always be showered and gone for work before I even woke up, he'd be off at the gym a lot. Anyway, one day I came home from school to see my Dad beating this dudes ass out in front of our house. The dude seemed muscular, but he wasn't as big as my Dad was, and I saw my Dad punch him in the chest, then the dude punched my Dad in the face. Got him good too, but then my Dad punched him a couple times in the face and the dude fell over bleeding and started having a seizure or something cause he was twitching for a good 30 seconds before he calmed down and opened his eyes back up. My Mom was crying and hollering and started acting afraid of my Dad. I was frozen at the edge of our yard, staring in shock and disbelief. I've never seen my Dad be as mad as he was that day. He was in rage mode. The dude was laying there like he was in a trance, looking like he seen Jesus or sum shit, but he was breathing and ok. My Dad looked at him and said, "I will kill you if you ever come near my house again nigga." Then he looked at my Mom sitting there crying, trying to make sure the dude was okay and my Dad literally roared like a lion at my Mom to get back inside the house and she suddenly stopped, stood up and went in the house. She wasn't about to challenge the tone he was using at all. She knew she was in danger of his anger. He looked around and saw me standing at the edge of the yard and he barked at me to get my ass in the house too. I walked past the dude, who was still laying there looking straight at my Dad like he had the fear of God in him, while his left leg was still slightly twitching. I had so many questions about what had just happened, my heart was racing and my face was hot from fear and anger. I quickly walked inside and found my Mom in the living room looking at the window at my Dad and the dude. We could hear him cussing through the open window. My Dad was a scary mother fucker at the moment. He walked and stood over the man and said,"Get the fuck away from my house nigga," with his low bassy voice and in a calm but clear scary tone. The dude finally stood up, and stumbled off walking down the street. I looked at my Mom and finally asked, "What happened?" She looked at me and started crying and covered her face. "Momma what happened?" I asked her again. She shook her head from behind her hands and started sobbing. My Dad walked in the room and looked at the both of us and said, "I want you pack all yo shit and get the fuck outta my house." I looked at him getting a little mad myself and said, "What happened?" "Ask ya Momma," he replied in his deep angry voice. "I did and she ain't sayin nothin," I replied. "She decided to bring that nigga into MY house that I PAY FOR and fuck him on MY COUCH, like I ain't the MAN OF MY OWN HOUSE," he said while pacing back and forth and beating his chest in anger, emphasizing every other word he spoke. My Mom just sat there crying not saying anything. "I said pack yo shit and get the fuck outta my house," he said again in his "do not cross me" tone. So that night she moved out the house and down the street with the dude she was fucking. She told me she wanted me to go with her, and seeing how angry my Dad was it seemed like a good idea, but my Dad interjected and said, "My son is staying with me woman, now get the fuck out my house." My Mom and I both knew we should listen to him and not say anything to make him more mad. He had me shook for real. Over the next few weeks, my Mom would call and argue with him a lot and Id hear them arguing about me. My mom wanted me to live with her, but Dad wasn't having it. He'd tell her she was the one that fucked up, and he ain't gonna make me and him pay the price for her fucking around on us. Then one time she stopped by to bring me some dinner she cooked and they started arguing again about me moving out, but again my Dad wasn't having it. My Mom told him that she's been more of a mother to me, then he has a father, and my Dad pretty much pushed her out the door and ignored her. For some reason, watching my Dad man up, and seeing him be angry was having an affect on me. He was in complete control, and had this confidence with himself that I wished I had. He definitely shifted after the day he beat that dudes ass, because before then, he'd let my Mom think she was running everything all the time, and he wouldn't challenge her. But I could tell he lost all respect for her and stopped letting her believe that. Seeing this shift was like seeing a whole new side to my Dad and it turned me on a whole lot. I started looking at him completely differently. He wasn't just a regular man, he was a handsome muscular black Daddy with dreadlocks and a manly well-kept beard and mustache. I started craving him. I wanted to be around him. I wanted to hug him and feel his big powerful arms wrapped around me. And I really really really wanted to see his dick and if he was as big as me. I'm sure he must've been hung cause like I said at the beginning, I'm blessed with a big dick. So, I started looking up porn with dudes that resembled my Dad and I'd jack off seeing their big manly muscle bodies and big dicks. With Mom not being around so much anymore, I had a lot of free time at home by myself during the week. So I started finding it exciting to jack off all over the house. I'd jack off in the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, the front entryway, on the back porch, and even in my Dads room. I remember walking into his room one day with my big dick leading the way, while he wasn't home. I laid in his bed naked, and smelled his sheets, and rubbed my dick all over where he slept. I was so turned on smelling his scent on the sheets, it made me so hard and freaky feeling. I came like a rocket blasting off all over myself. I cleaned up and decided to go hang out with some friends. The next time I knew I'd be home alone for a while, I decided I wanted to go smell my Dad's sheets again and jack off in his bed. When I walked in the room, I noticed his gym back was sitting by the closet unzipped, and there was definitely a man-smell emanating from the bag. I crept over to it and peeked down into it and noticed his briefs and a sleeveless t-shirt he would wear. I lifted them out of the bag and pressed them to my nose. The smell made me light headed as hell. I felt like I was smelling a forbidden, and powerfully sexy smell. I laid down on the bed and started moaning and jacking off. Then I set the sweaty smelling clothes on his bed and got down on my knees, kneeling next to his bed and pressed my face into the briefs as they lay on the bed, while I kneeled and jacked off with one hand, and the other I moved between my legs to rub on my booty hole. I started moaning, "Oh Daddy you smell so good"....sniff....."I need to touch you Daddy"....."I wanna feel your muscles and lick you. I wanna smell your balls and suck on the man that made me Daddy.....mmmmmmmmm" I started nutting and quickly aimed my dick up so the nut sprayed on me, and not the side of the bed. I got cleaned up and put his gym clothes back in his bag. Just as I left my Dads room my phone rang. It was him. "Hey Dad," I said casually. "Hey Rome, Im gonna be a little late getting home tonight. I should be there by 9, but it's some cash in my room if you wanna order a pizza," he said. "Just go in my room, and in the bottom drawer of the dresser there should be a stack of 10s and 20s, just take sum outta there and get dinner with it," he said. "Okay," I said....there was a pause. "You good Romeo?" He asked me. "Yeah why?" I replied. This wasn't like my Dad to ask me how I'm doing on a phone call. "Just making sure my son is aight," he said. "Yeah I'm good Daddy." I replied and he repeated himself about the money in the bottom drawer of the dresser, and that he'd be home around 9. Then we hung up. I was still naked from my jack off session in his room, so I walked back in there and went to the dresser. I squatted down in front of the dresser and pulled the bottom drawer open. I immediately noticed there was a hand gun in the drawer. I didn't know my Dad had a gun. I didn't mess with it cause to be honest I don't like guns. Next to that was some rubber banded rolls of cash. I never realized he had money laying around like that, and I grabbed one of the rolls and unwound two 20 dollar bills from it, and then reapplied the rubber band. When I went to set it back down I noticed on the other side of the drawer was a black dildo that seemed to be about as big as my own dick, so maybe like 8-9 inches. It was also one of my Mom's old nightgowns folded up next to the dildo. I'd never messed with a dildo before, and I instantly grabbed it out the drawer and inspected it. It seemed like it had a little dust on it. It must've been my Moms cause it looked like it hadn't been used in a while. So I took it into the bathroom and washed it up. My dick got hard again thinking about sucking on the dildo and touching my booty hole with it. I went back into my Dads room and got his gym clothes back out of the gym bag and got on the bed with the clothes and the dildo. I started sucking the dildo and moaning on it while I jacked off. Then I suctioned the dildo to the floor and squatted over it, and let the tip of it rub my tight little booty hole. I aint ever been fucked before and I was too scared to let it for real go inside me, so I just moved my body so the tip of it was sliding all around my hole. I put the underwear on my face and started jacking off like that. Again I started moaning, "Oh Daddy....I want you so bad....I wanna feel you lay naked on top of me, and grind your dick into me Daddy. Mmmmmmm...I wanna kiss and lick you and smell you so bad." I was working up another really great nut. The dildo felt really good sliding around my hole. I was imaging it was my Dads dick. I was also imagining watching his muscles move and ripple like the guys in the porn videos Id watch at night, when they were fucking. It wasn't long before I nutted again. I got everything put away and cleaned myself up again and went and ordered pizza. I watched some tv and ate dinner and around 8:30 got a call from my friend from school and we were talking when my Dad walked in. He nodded at me as a silent acknowledgment, and went to the kitchen to get some pizza. After he was done eating, he went to his room. I was still talking on the phone when he came back out his room into the living room where I was. He was only wearing some basketball shorts. I wasn't used to seeing him without a shirt on and it caught me off guard. I know I must've looked surprised. He just looked at me for a second and said, "Get off the phone we need to talk, and he nodded his head in the direction of his bedroom and walked away towards his room. My whole stomach sank, and I felt sick. I got off the phone and stood in the living room feeling like I was about to cry. I made sure I put everything back exactly how I found it, and I was sure not to leave any traces of what I'd done. I slowly walked towards his room, my heart pounding harder with each step. I got to the entryway of his room and saw him, sitting on the end of his bed, still shirtless and he was looking at his phone. The floor creaked and he looked up at me, showing no particular expression on his face he said, "Is there anything you wanna ask me son?" My left leg started shaking remembering the dude twitching out front after my Dad hit him in the face, but I tried to stay calm, "No sir." He looked at me like he didn't believe me. "It aint nothing on your mind?" He said again, his voice deeper than before. I noticed he slightly flexed his pecs while staring at me dead on. I felt like I was totally caught. I'm sure he could see the guilt all over me. I shook my head and said, "no." He stood up and motioned for me to sit down on the end of his bed where he had been sitting and said, "Sit down." He then folded his arms in front of his chest and started slightly rocking back and forth watching me slowly walk across the room and sit on the end of his bed. The energy in the room felt like he was angry. My heart was beating so fast as I sat down and looked up at him like a lost puppy dog. He looked down at his phone's screen for a moment then looked back up at me. He then set his phone down on the dresser and picked up the handgun by the barrel and held it up in front of him, letting me see it. "I know you seen this today so now we gotta talk about it," he said as he started examining the handgun. He took the clip out of it and set it on the dresser, and released the loaded bullet from the chamber of the gun, letting it fall into his hand. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that this was what he wanted to talk about. I relaxed quite a bit and my heart started to slow down and go back to normal as he began talking about it. "This gun is mine. It's registered to me, and I keep it in case of extreme emergencies. If you want to I'll take you with me to go shoot it and teach you how to shoot. But guns are for real dangerous as fuck. I dont want you ever talking to nobody about it, or ever mention it unless we are alone and talking one on one. You hear me son?" He asked, still dead staring at me making me feel like I was under a microscope. "Yes sir," I answered staring back at him in his eyes. I suddenly realized I could smell him. He hadn't showered yet since getting home from the gym and I could smell his musk. He was only standing about 3 feet in front of me, but the smell seemed strong, like it was getting stronger. I was secretly breathing through my nose as quietly as I could to hide what I was doing, trying to memorize his scent. I could feel my dick starting to chub up, but I was still nervous so I wasn't getting fully hard. "Owning a gun comes with responsibilities, son. Just like being a father, I gotta be responsible with you about it," he continued. "So one of the things I did when I got the gun, was I got a hidden motion-detection camera installed, so if anyone ever came in my room, it would make my phone go off, and I could see from my phone what was going on, and who was looking thru my shit, right as they doing it" he said. I was kind of blanked out and not really listening, as I was focused on smelling him still too and it didn't really register for a second what he just said. I just nodded in agreement at him and kept looking at him. Then it hit me. I suddenly felt really woozy like I was about to pass out and broke eye contact with him and looked down at the floor. "You know when you was little, and you started actin out....ya Momma didn't want me disciplining you. She said it was too much for her to handle. And she made me promise her I wouldn't ever lay hands on you," he said in a calm deep but authoritative way. "So I didn't. I let her deal with your punishments." He went on to say, "But your Momma knew me really well Romeo. She still does. And the real reason she didn't want me disciplining you is cause she understood that it excited me." My heart was racing again. I knew with everything in me that he was about to beat my ass, and my eyes started welling up with tears...waiting for the blow to connect with my head. I for real wanted my Momma so bad right then. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I suddenly realized I had no words. I was so scared and felt like I was falling into a pit of fear and sadness and I hid my face in my hands as the tears streamed silently between my fingers and dripped onto the floor. He stepped closer to me an his scent became stronger as I sat there silently weeping. I was starting to feel like I was gonna be sick from all this emotional tension and fear. I was terrified of my Dad. He was a powerful man, and he looked like it. A total alpha stud male kinda dude. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I seen you on my bed beating your meat and smelling my sheets," he said, again with an authoritative tone. I finally mustered up the courage to apologize before he could say more. I was so embarrassed, "Daddy I'm sor." I didn't finish the word sorry before he lifted his hand in the air.
"STOP CRYING BOY" he said quickly and angrily as his hand connected with the side of my head. I froze. I didn't know what to do so I just looked at him with total fear and waited. He was starting to breathe heavier now, and he was looking at me in a way I've never seen him look at me before. Like he seriously wanted to smash my head in. 
"All that time with ya Momma got you actin like a lil bitch boy," he said fuming. "But again, ya Momma could see it in me every time you would act out," he said as he looked down toward the ground then back up at me. "I shoulda kicked her ass to the curb a long time ago, and kept you from acting like a lil crybaby bitch," he said angrily shaking his head and rocking side to side. "After seeing you all up in my room, I know now where I went wrong with you. I shoulda trusted my instincts a long time ago cause as your father I know exactly what you need boy. So this is how this bout to go from now on. You gonna listen to me without question you got that?" He said angrily and firmly. "Yes sir," I said hanging my head down in fear. He suddenly stepped up close in front of me and I felt his strong hand grab the back of my head. The next thing I knew he was pushing my face into his groin and holding my head there firmly. "This is what you need boy," he said rubbing my face on the crotch of his shorts. I could feel his limp dick sliding around behind the fabric, and the smell was intense. I was so shocked and didn't know what to do, but the smell of him and the feeling of him controlling my head caused me to moan. "You like the way I smell son dont you?" He asked me in a deeper softer voice than before as he kept my face pressed against him. I slightly nodded my head and started to really take in his scent and breathe him in deeper. The feeling I was having was extreme. It was like something inside me was suddenly unlocked, and I could feel the rush of it going through my whole body. My dick became rock hard and my own shorts were tenting out with all 9 inches of my 16 year old dick. He looked down at noticed me bulging in front and he pulled my head away from him. "Stand up," he commanded me. I listened without hesitation or much of any thought now. I needed this from him, I knew I was giving him full control of me. Without question. "Take them clothes off right now" he said. I removed my shorts and shirt and stood waiting for my next command. 
"You be missing me huh son?" He asked me as he looked over my small frame. "Yes," I replied. "Nigga, I"m ya Daddy. I made you boy, call me what I am," he said sternly. "Yes Daddy," I replied. My dick started leaking precum. "Shit nigga you just like me," he said as he grabbed my dick in his strong hand. "You light skinned like ya Momma tho, and got that good soft skin." He said as he lightly squeezed my dick. I moaned out loud feeling like I could nut right then and there. "Take my shorts offa me right now." He barked at me. I sank to my knees, and put my hands on his hips, and slowly started tugging down his shorts. I watched in total lust as his pubes became exposed. Just then he lightly popped me on the side of the head again and said, "Go slower...I wanna see how bad u want it boy," he said with in a cocky tone. So I slowly resumed pulling them down. The root of his dick looked huge. He was definitely way thicker than me. As the shorts came down, more and more of his dick became exposed until finally, the shorts went past the head of his soft cock. He wasn't hard, but his dick hung low and looked strong like he was. I pulled them all the way down and he stepped out of them and stood in front of me. I unconsciously grabbed my own dick and squeezed when suddenly he popped me again up side my head. "Did I say you can jack off?" He asked matter of factly. "No Daddy," I said and let my hands fall to my sides. "Thats right boy." He said as he grabbed my head again and shoved my nose into the crevice between his thigh and his balls. "Smell your Daddys balls boy. Thats where you used to live. No wonder you like how it smells boy." He said. I could feel his dick swelling up against my face. I could also feel myself leaking precum. I wanted to jack off so bad smelling him like this. But I didn't wanna get popped again so I kept my arms at my sides until Dad told me give him my hands. I lifted my arms up and felt him grasp both my hands and put them on his hard muscular chest. "Feel my body," he said as he put his own hands back on my head and moved my head to where my nose was between his other thigh and other side of his nut sack. "Hell yeah boy mmmmm," he moaned as he slowly rubbed my face on his dick and balls. His dick was almost fully hard now, and the weight of it caused it to hang down towards the ground. Feeling his heavy rod all hot on my face was like pure ecstasy to me. I'd never felt more right with the universe then I did right then. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out boy. I want you to know how I taste...... Fuck nigga" He said as his breathing started seeming more lustful. I opened my mouth on his ball sack and was greeted with a saltiness that made my mouth water, and made me feel instantly a-dick-ted and more close than I ever felt to my own father. He was letting me know him in very intensely good feeling way. God I was so hard it hurt. I kneeled before him, licking and suckling at his balls, and rubbing his pecs and abs, moaning and groaning my appreciation while he moaned and looked down at me with a drunken look on his face. "Yeah eat them big Daddy balls boy," he said watching me intently as he reached down and started slapping his dick on my face. "You're MY son boy.....you do what I SAY....mmmmmm......Tell me you love me Romeo," he said as he whacked me with his dick. I quickly pulled away and said, "I love you Daddy," as he shoved my face back onto his nuts. "I didn't say stop licking my balls boy," he said as smacking his dick on my face again. I felt his dick get harder. He thwacked my forehead with it and leaving a splash of precum on my face. All I could think in my head was, "I could do this all day Daddy mmmmmm." "Tell me you love me Romeo," he said again. This time I muffled out as much of the phrase as I could without stopping licking his balls. "There you go my son, that's how you be good for Daddy. You do what I fuckin say, how I fuckin like.....mmmmmmm..," he said. "Look at me and open your mouth," he commanded. I looked up into his eyes and could see him fully. I was his, I belonged to him and I could feel it in every fiber of my being. With my tongue out, he swished his mouth, then suddenly slowly spit his saliva, letting it drip down onto my tongue. When it made contact I felt like I was getting another taste of him, and I liked it too. I swallowed his spit then stuck my tongue back out and moaned, never breaking eye contact. He did it again, this time while rubbing his hard dick against my neck and slowly stroking himself. I moaned when his spit entered my mouth again, swallowed it down, then said, "I love you Daddy." "I know boy, and I know you need this from me huh son?" "Yes Daddy," I replied. He squeezed the base of his dick and milked some precum out of it, and wiped his tip on my tongue. I moaned loudly and instinctively began suckling on the head trying to get more out. 
 "Fuck, look at you son, you so fucking desperate for me aren't you," he asked cockily amused at watching me silently and physically begging him for his cum with my moans and body language. I continued sucking the tip of his dick and sliding my tongue around it. "That feels so fucking good son. Open up wide for Daddy's big dick." He said. I opened my mouth and felt him push himself into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I coughed and spit flew out the sides of my mouth. "That's right choke on this big dick son. I wanna see you cry on your Daddys big dick." He said as he grabbed the sides of my head and slowly started fucking my mouth. He'd have me sucking a few inches of it, then he'd push me all the way down as far as it would go and make me choke on it for a few seconds before pulling back enough for me to breathe. My eyes started watering like crazy and I was making a mess with choking and coughing my spit out onto his dick making it slimy and slippery and wet. "Mmmmmmmm that's what my son needs right there. Fuck....you desperate for my juice huh boy? U wanna drink from your Dads big dick huh? You wanna taste what your Daddys Alpha fucking nut taste like huh? While you smelling my sweating fucking balls and rub on my muscles. Fuck boy, you letting Daddy know what you need finally huh? Imma teach you how to stop being a lil bitch and get what you want outta life boy. Mmmmmmmmmm fuck yeah boy," he said all the while guiding my head up and down his big dick. I started playing with the nipples on his proud perfectly sculpted chest. His muscles were rock solid, and I could feel his them sliding beneath his tight skin as his arms and hands manipulated my head. He suddenly started talking less and moaning more, fucking my throat on his big dick. "Mmmmm my beautiful lil son, you bout to get Daddy's milk.....mmmmmmm" he moaned as suddenly I felt his thick creamy cum start filling up my mouth. He pulled his dick back to where he was only fucking a couple inches in still squirting more into my mouth. "Taste that nut son....I know you need it....mmmmmm ahhhhh......." He said as he emptied his balls in my mouth. I was still rock hard and throbbing so bad. He finally pulled his dick from my mouth and grabbed my chin. I looked up at him with his cum pooled inside my mouth. I was savoring it, and tasting it, and memorizing it in my mouth and I feel like he knew it. "Good boy son," he said looking at me with a serious face. He wasn't one to smile at all, but I was smiling so big on the inside and felt so proud of myself. "Now jack your dick off while u swallow your Daddys milk," he commanded. Still towering over me with this dick in his hand. I started jacking and my eyes instantly rolled into the back of my head as I swallowed and felt his creamy load enter into my soul. I could feel my own load building so big behind my balls as it was getting ready to spray out into the world. My Dad grabbed my head again and shoved my face between his legs. "Sniff Daddy boy! Show me you love me Romeo!!!" He said yelling at me in his authoritative tone again. "You like the smell of success huh son? You smell that coming from my balls. Thats what hardworking successful strong black father smells like son," he said in a cocky tone. I couldn't take it anymore and started busting my nut all over his legs and feet. It was the best nut I ever had having my face buried in my own Dads hairy smelly nut sack after swallowing his Daddy milk. After my orgasm subsided he released his grip on his head, but I didn't move. I stayed there sniffing him and rubbing my face on him in the afterglow of what happened like I didn't want it to end. He stood there for a few minutes watching me rub against him and smell him and lick at his balls. He folded his arms in front of his chest and just stood there watching me Worship him with my face while I kept stroking my hard dick. I looked up at him and made eye contact as I took one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on it just as I bust another nut, again on his feet. "Aight nigga chill," he said as he backed away a little bit. I stayed on my knees looking up at him satisfied but still desperate for more of him. "Tell me you love me Romeo," he said again. "I love you Daddy." If you enjoyed the story, let me know and I'll get to work on part 2. Email me at aservantforaking@gmail.com I already know exactly where I wanna go with this so, just let me know what you think. Thanks everyone! Special thanks to nifty.org. If you enjoy reading these stories, please consider making a donation to this site for maintaining this free archive of user created material. Thanks again! :-)