Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 01:25:28 +0100 From: enema champagne Subject: After-Hours Blowjob for Dad After-Hours Blowjob for Dad by SonShine It was like every weekday. My dad's big car rumbled into the drive and from my room i heard the front door, his keys hitting the table in the hall, I heard him greeting my mother and then I heard his weight on the stairs. The floorboards of the landing bumped and squeaked to the master bedroom and back, and then he burst into my room without knocking. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. His moustache looked thick and dark, his jaws dark with stubble. 'Son,' he said, and jerked his head, beckoning me over. 'Come here and suck your dad's cock.' I got up from my desk, walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. The front of his suit trousers started to bulge as his excitement pushed it's way forward. He pulled at his tie to loosen it and thrust his hands in his pocket, pulling his trousers tighter over the stiffening mass of his dick. His suit seemed to restrictive for his swollen crotch, it almost creaked with a desire for release. 'Pull it out, take it deep,' he instructed. 'Fuck, it;s been a long day. You want it, don't you boy? You want your daddy's sweaty cock in your mouth.' My hands trembled with excitement as I reached for the fly of his trousers, nodding. I could smell his crotch, the sweat from his balls and the sharp note of piss that would have been under his thick foreskin all day. 'Yeah...' he muttered. His shirt was still tucked in but between the buttons I could see his belly hair. 'Hurry up,' he grunted. I pulled down the tab of his zip, and the taut white bulb of his cock and balls, packed into his underpants, popped through. I tugged at his belt. He did nothing to help me; just watched, as he liked to. He told me once, when I was servicing him, that it gave him pleasure to see me hurrying to debase myself, on my knees submitting myself fully to his control. He pushed my face into his white bulge. It wasn't pure white; as my eyelids and nose pressed into the hot firm mass of his thickening sex I saw the front was stained yellow from his visits to the toilet throughout the day. And now my nose was pressed against it and the hot full smell of him filled me up. Mmmm, pure daddy. He smelled of hard-ons, of piss, of sticky balls, base urges and dirty thoughts. He tilted my head around, rubbing my face in his hot warm smell. I didn't want daddy to know how much I needed this, how much I yearned to satisfy him and give him unforgettable dirty sex, how happy it made me to please him without any thought to my own needs. But I wanted him to use me every day of my life, to make his daily orgasms my purpose in life. As if reading my thoughts, he turned my face up and looked down into my eyes. My mouth and nose were still pressed into his bulge. 'That smell good?' he asked. All I could reply was 'mmmmm'. 'Suck it, son. Time for you to service daddy. I want a good deep blowjob, and you're going to swallow.' He pushed my head back from his crotch a few inches. 'Yes daddy,' I said, and reached up to pop the fastening on his trousers. They flumped to the floor with the weight of his pockets, and I gripped the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down too. Dad sighed and his head leaned back to rest on the door. His thick manhood projected out at a 45 degree angle, pointing down toward my chest. His foreskin hugged the tip, not yet retracted, thick and smelling strongly of musky, manly dad cock. It was enormous; a veiny marrow almost as thick as my wrist and deepening in colour as it swelled with each heartbeat. His balls hung below, furry with coarse black hair, sweaty, wrinkled and red, packed away in his pants all day without air or a son's love. 'I haven't had a chance to wank all day,' Dad breathed, his head still tilted back in anticipation of my lips on his cock. 'This is daddy's wank, so do your best, boy.' I wrapped my right hand around the fat middle of his semi stiff cock. My thumb and middle finger didn't meet up. I pulled to skin back his foreskin while my left hand reached under his huge balls o cup them. I know every boy who's had the privilege of his father's cock praises the size and thickness of them, but Dad really had incredibly large balls. He came buckets too, he was blatantly oversexed. He needed constant relief. The smell of cock rolled out from under his foreskin; sharp, strong, pissy, overwhelmingly arousing. I took a deep breath, cupped his balls lightly, and slowly masturbated him. The enormous smooth rounded bell of his cock head was raging  purple and slick from his last piss. My squeezing hand eased a drop loose and it hung from the tip of his cock for a moment before my tongue stretched out, and with one movement I claimed it. My first taste of daddy. The flavour exploded in my mouth and ii was alive to every detail of what he was doing to me. Making me kneel; his only son, and pleasure himafter work in the most degrading way. He was my dad, I was his boy and it was my duty to suck him. I pulled his foreskin as far back as it went, relishing the slick sounds it made as the wet surfaces parted, and brough my mouth forwad to his rock-solid dick. The underside of the tip skated down my tongue. The top curve of the shiny helmet nosed into my top lip, slid beneath. Dad's cock, his engorged, smelly pride, eased its way into my mouth as I pushed forward, aiming it to my throat, guiding my mouth down the shaft towards his black pbic hair. My mouth watered as it closed around his dick. MMm,  there it was. He groaned quietly. MMm,,, this was it, this was what Dad wanted. His cock fit beautifully in my mouth, the veins pressed against the roof of my mouth and my tonuge. I felt a dribble of precum squeeze from the tip of his urethra and i moaned. Dad shifted his feet apart a few inches and looked down. He nodded. 'it's ok boy, go for it, make dad proud.' I drew back, drawing my lips tight around the fat end of dad's dick, and charged forwards again, reaching further down his shaft. I tried to take it slow but the need was in us both and soon I was bobbing up and down shamelessly on dad's dick, the salty flavour filling my mouth, the smell of his balls in the air. 'Mmm, yeah, good boy,' Dad moaned encouragingly, 'get it down that throat, good lad.' I pushed harder, determined to get his cock lodged deep in my throat even if it was painful. 'Ah, fuck, thats good boy, he hissed through his teeth. 'I'll let you do this again.' FInally Dad grabbed the back of my head  with both of his big hands, angled his hips and with gentle force, pushed his cock where we both wanted it, past the opening of my throat. My breathing stopped, he had corked my lungs shut. His fat drooling cock now had control over my life. After a moment he withdrew, and wet strings of my spit connected his big purple cock to my mouth. 'Phew!' he gasped. 'I'm close. Get ready boy, we're going for it now.' He took a more active role. His pants still round his ankles, he drew my face forward and with his hands clamped firmly to the back of my head he fucked my face, moving my head roughly up and down on his dick. His pleasure was obvious as he struggled to stay quiet. Over and over his cock shoved in and out of my throat. I wasn't even sucking it, I was just being used. FInally I felt the first signs of his impending explosion. His balls began to tighten in my hands as I stroked them. His cock fattened, stretching my jaws even wider. He twined his fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth off to the tip of his cock. And I sucked. I sucked and sucked, working his dick over urgently, needing his sperm, needing his approval and his love. 'Oh fuck...' he grunted, and cum squirted so hard from his cock that it stung the roof of my mouth. Long gushing stream after stream;  two, three, five eight, twelve hot spurts. I struggled to swallow all of his thick sperm and prove to him i could do it. Some ran down my chin lazily as his grunts subsided and were overtaken by heavy panting. Finally he pulled his cock from my mouth, still stiff. I licked it clean, savouring every glob and smear of his clean white load. He leaned against the door, spent, chest heaving. Finally he reached forward and grabbed me again. Then he did something he'd never done before. His long semi-hard dick slipped into my mouth and he pissed, a salty hot stream that I had to gulp down awkwardly to keep from spilling over myself. It went on for ever, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Whenever I thought it was finished he'd grunt and squeeze out another pungent spurt. Then he stepped out of his underpants, pulled on his trousers, pulled his pants down over my head so that the piss-stained pouch was over my face, and said 'you have a wank in these later boy, good job.' And with that he left for the shower. I beat myself off where i kneeled with Dad's pants over my face, just the way he'd left me. If you liked this story and/or you're a hot daddy, or want to share stories like this, let me know at champagne.enema@gmail.com (it's just a name) :0) thanks. SonShine.