Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 14:07:41 -0500
From: Harry C Tadger <harryctadger@gmail.com>
Subject: CockSucker Diary - 1

CockSucker Diary: 1 - Runner Daddy


I was too young to know the finer details of what is right or wrong
because if I were an adult, it would most definitely think differently.
However, I wasn't of age. Nor have I ever wanted to destroy the chance
of sucking their cock again. My objective is always to be the best White
Mature Masculine Dad Cocksucker I can be. Judge me, but it's who I am
and all I want to be.


The first time I saw cock and balls bouncing through runner's shorts was
on a hot summer's day at a city park full of dads and I was intrigued.
The material is thick enough to hide its shade, yet thin enough to
recognize its size, shape, and religion. But I didn't know the religious
reference at the time. I merely saw an appendage that hung lower than
mine and looked, from what I could see, a thousand times better.


I ran beside this one Masculine White Daddy whose manhood attracted me
and I tried keeping up but I was too short and he was too fast. Still, I
did my best. When I felt I was going to lose him, I quickly sprinted
ahead of him and reached between his legs. I was pleasantly surprised by
how much it filled my little hand, but it also shocked the Runner Daddy.
He turned his focus on me and I shifted to a gear I didn't know I had. I
turned a corner on to a dirt path before he caught up to me.


The Runner Daddy grabbed my shirt and turned me around, "What are you
doing?"


"I'm sorry." I couldn't hide my trembling lips and fear of him
hurting me or worse, outing me to my mom.


"What did you do that for?"


He stood with his hands on his waist and all I saw was his pecker
sticking out. "I don't know." But I did know. I wanted to see what was
flopping around underneath his shorts.


To me, he would be a great dad with his strong statue, barrel chest, and
thick legs. I can see hair through the wet white t-shirt and along his
thighs. He looked intimidating enough to get his point across, yet
willing to understand, even if I didn't make sense.


"You know it's not right to touch someone without asking permission
first."


Then I saw something that I'm not sure he meant to relay, but became the
genesis of my desire.


"Follow me." He didn't wait for a response, Instead, he brushed by me
and walked through a maze of trials before cutting into a narrow path.
"Ok. I think it is safe for you to  ask me here."


I looked at him, then at his crotch, then into his eyes. "May I touch
it, sir?"


"That's not how you properly ask permission, son."


I almost melted when he called me son. "May I touch it please, dad?"


"That's better." His eyes were warm and inviting. "Now, why do you
want to touch it?"


"I have never seen one that big before."


A hearty laugh erupts before he catches himself and looks around. "Well,
if you really want to see?" My eyes must have answered for me because he
dropped his shorts and I saw the most beautiful pecker I have ever seen.
It became the gold standard for all daddy cocks in the future.


His daddy dick was sticking straight up showing off his two testicles
that hung low with just enough hair. HIs shaft held up his mushroom head
that appeared abnormally fascinating. I notice a wetness leaking out and
wonder if it is what I think it is, but it appears sticky and whiter.


I later learned men who are circumcised are mostly Christian and I
preferred them above all other White Daddies.


"Come on, get your feel."


I was nervous, but I stepped closer with my eyes widening with every
step. I can swear his pecker got bigger and harder as I approached. My
hand reached out to him and It felt better than I could have imagined.


"Do you want to kiss it?"


I nod.


"It's ok, go ahead and kiss it."


I leaned into him and kissed it and it tasted delicious like a natural
drug. I looked up for affirmation and found it with a smile.


"Go ahead, kiss it again."


I did.


"Now open your mouth a little bit."


He didn't have to ask twice. This time, he moved closer to me so that
his pecker was in my mouth. It was immediate bliss. I didn't mind the
saltiness from his sweet or even the musk because the tradeoff fit nicely
between my lips.


I instinctively knew what to do next. Maybe, I remember from when I
sucked on nipples or maybe I always knew, but I nursed his daddy cock
with  my tongue under his perfect cylinder rod. I bobbed my head slowly
back and forth and when I heard verbal appreciation, I went a little
faster. My eyes were closed and I was enjoying making this daddy happy. I
am not sure if he got this type of pleasure at home, but I was taking
care of him then. He even put his hands on my head and held it in place
while thrusting himself into me. I was proud of how well I handled his
man muscle. Then after a few more minutes that I wished lasted longer and
did a lifetime, I heard the all-telling moan. The liquid that exploded
into my mouth tasted like manna from heaven as I swallowed every drop.
Thankfully, he allowed himself to get soft inside me. But then he slowly
stepped back. His expelled expression made me happy.


"You are going to be a good cocksucker." The Runner Daddy pulled up his
shorts and I became saddened that he put away such a beautiful member.
"Take care, kid." He patted my head and then turned to leave. I saw a
well-rounded ass walk away from my life but not my memory.


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