Date: Sun, 03 Jun 2007 13:17:24 -0500 From: Francis Klein Subject: Dad's Massage - Chapter 2 I want to thank all the guys who've written with words of thanks and encouragement. I didn't expect such a positive reaction to my story and it was nice hearing from so many readers. I basically write this stuff from my memories and experiences to get myself off. Glad it gets you guys off too! Dad's Massage Chapter 2 I still couldn't believe that I'd finally seen my Dad's dick in all its glory. I had touched it and eaten his cum too! And he hadn't freaked out or anything. In fact, he'd seemed to enjoy it and taken the whole thing pretty matter-of-fact-like. That it was his fourteen-year-old son who'd jacked him off and swallowed his sperm didn't cause him the kind of emotional response you might expect. I didn't know what to make of it, but I definitely wasn't going to rock the boat. Especially since he'd said I could give him another of my special massages tonight. I'd thought about every detail of my first experience with Dad all through the next day as I did my chores. It was Sunday, but chores still had to be done and the fields still needed to be worked. Dad had seemed in an especially good mood this morning over breakfast, smiling and looking at me more than I was used to. I guess he was checking to make sure I was all right. Man, I was more than all right. I was like a kid on Christmas morning opening the best present in the world. I guess I looked at him more than usual too that morning. I just kept noticing how handsome and hot my Dad looked. He wore worn out old jeans with both knees out, an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off to show his big muscular arms and work boots. It was his everyday gear and I'd seen him like that thousands of times, but somehow today he just looked hotter to me. But no matter how good I thought he looked in those clothes, I couldn't wait for him to get home tonight and take them off. I entertained myself with fantasies of my Dad's huge uncut meat all day as I worked. There was so much more I wanted to do to him, but I didn't really know how far I could go with this. I guess I'd find out tonight. That night when Dad came in, he went straight to the shower as usual while I finished getting supper on the table for us. When he walked into the kitchen to eat I noticed that he hadn't put on a pair of his white boxers like he usually did. Instead, he was still wearing his bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist just like the night before. Of course, the night before I had made sure that all his underwear were still drying when he came home so he'd had to make do with the towel while they finished. Tonight all his underwear was all neatly folded and in his dresser drawer for him to put on, but he wore the towel to the supper table anyway. All I could think was, "Wow, that's so hot!" He came in and went straight to the refrigerator and took out two beers. He opened the first one and handed it to me with a grin. I took it with raised eyebrows. Dad didn't drink very often. One or two beers once in a while were all I'd seen him consume. He'd even given me sips out of his beer once or twice in the past, but never a whole can for myself. "I reckon you're old enough to share a beer with your Old Man at the end of a long week, Bud," he said still grinning. "Thanks, Dad," was all I said as I took a sip of the ice cold brew. "Go slow, son," Dad said winking at me. "You haven't had more than a swallow or two before so don't go too fast or you'll end up drunk and asleep before we've finished supper." "Oh, hell no," I thought. "No way I'm going to sleep that fast tonight!" Dad, however, wasn't sipping his. In fact, he'd finished his before I placed his plate in front of him and he asked me to get him another one to drink while he ate. We made small talk as we ate like we usually did. By the time we were done I'd finished my beer and was feeling pretty mellow. Dad too seemed very relaxed. As I was clearing the dishes, Dad stood and raised both arms toward the ceiling stretching and yawning loudly. He arched his back and thrust his hips forward and I heard his back bones popping softly back into place. When his mighty stretch had reached his peak the towel tied loosely around his waist came undone and fell to the floor. And there he stood in all his glory; back still arched, big hairy dick thrust forward aimed right at me. He took his time relaxing his stance as I stared open-mouthed at the manhood that until last night I hadn't seen since I was a little boy. When I finally looked up at his face he was giving me a sleepy-eyed grin like he knew he'd been giving me a show. He casually reached down and picked up his lost towel. But instead of wrapping it around his waist again, he slung it over his shoulders and turned to leave the room saying, "I'm going to my room, Bud. Don't forget you promised to massage my legs for me tonight before you go to bed." "No sir, I didn't forget," I said quickly. "I'll be there as soon as the dishes are done." Which they were in record time! As fast as I could I was at his bedroom door shaking a bit with excitement. I took a deep breath, which made my head a little light from the beer, and quietly let myself into his room closing the door behind me. What I saw when I entered stopped me dead in my tracks. It looked like Dad had sat on the edge of the mattress and then just laid back flat leaving his feet planted on the floor. He'd thrown the towel he'd been wearing over his head I guess to block out the light from the overhead bulb hanging directly over him. He had both arms tossed above his head totally exposing every inch of his hairy physique. With the way he was situated, his dick and balls were hanging loose over the side of the mattress aimed at the floor. The overhead light lit every inch of him perfectly. I walked forward almost in a trance. As I approached the bed he spread his legs out as far as they'd go and I knelt reverently between them. From that position, my eyes were level with the mighty dick that had made me. I took a moment or two the study it again in detail. Hanging freely over the edge the way it was, Dad's dick looked even bigger than it had the night before when it had been lying on the sofa cushion. It looked so long and heavy and thick. It was darker than the rest of his body, a deep rich brown surrounded by his thick bush of curly black hair. Pulled by gravity and their own considerable weight his bull balls also hung much lower than they'd looked like they would last night. Dad's dick only extended about an inch longer than the end of his sack; an inch and a half if you counted the long puckered foreskin that gathered beyond the end of the head. And, oh God, I definitely counted that last half and inch. It was hard at that point to say what I liked best looking at Dad's meat, but if I'd been forced to choose at that moment, his wonderful foreskin might have won. Sitting as close as I was I could smell things I'd missed last night too. Dad was freshly showered but he still smelled unmistakably male, uncut male at that. The intoxicating aroma was coming off his pubic bush in waves that had me swooning. Without thinking I found myself moving my nose closer to get a better whiff only stopping the movement when I felt soft black hairs tickling the end of my nose. I breathed him in as deeply as I could then exhaled through my mouth in a satisfied sigh. Of course this blew a steady stream of warm air down the length of Dad's dick. It responded by twitching a little to my amazement and delight. Before I could stop myself I ran my nose up and down both sides of Dad's pole inhaling his mansmell off both dick and balls. I continued to exhale warm breath directly onto his manhood so that by the time I had gotten down to the pucker of foreskin where the rich aroma was most concentrated subtle changes were beginning to take place. Dad's meat hadn't started to swell or lengthen yet, but the veins that ran down from bush to tip were thicker and more prominent as though in preparation. I was so completely entranced with the way Dad's equipment looked in this utterly natural and unaroused state that I wanted it to last longer before things progressed. So I backed off just a couple of inches and reached without looking for his left foot. I kept his knee swung out wide and brought his foot to lay sideways in my lap as I lowered myself into a sitting, rather than kneeling position. Without moving my eyes, which were now level with his cockhead with its pucker of skin, I began to caress and rub my Dad's big sturdy feet. After a minute or two of worshipful kneading I felt Dad's whole body relax and I heard a big sigh from under the towel that covered his head. I knew it was safe now to move in closer to his cock. I kept up rubbing Dad's foot and pulling on his big sexy toes as I moved my face into closer to his dick. When I was only about an inch away I slowly stuck out my tongue and carefully licked the very edges of the puckered hole at the end of his foreskin, touching it just enough to get the sensation of how soft and rubbery it was. Dad groaned and the veins of his shaft popped out immediately as they began to be filled with his blood. Dad moaned again and I watched as his whole shaft started to throb in time with his heartbeat. Then I backed off again and dug my fingers into the underside of his food easing the tensed muscles I found there. I stayed back until I'd finished the left foot. I rested it back on the floor and immediately reached for the right one, then began the ritual again. After a couple of minutes, I leaned in again almost but not quite making contact with the still soft shaft before me. From where I was sitting Dad's dick and legs were all I could see. The rest of his body, including his face, was out of sight on the bed. It was just me and this incredible slab of manhood. I felt free at last to explore at my leisure and express my almost worshipfulness as much as I'd longed to. I extended my tongue again and swabbed around the inner circle of the loose gathering of skin. It tasted unbelievably good so I pointed my tongue and pushed it a little deeper into the hole. I made a small circle as I drove deeper causing the skin to ride up my tongue and softly grip it all around. This time it was me who groaned. The feeling of that little bit of foreskin sheathing my tongue drove me wild and I found myself extending my lips around the outside of the ring while my tongue was still buried about a quarter of in inch inside it. I tightened my lips around the outside edge as I swirled my tongue around again and was rewarded by a gush of juice that flowed out from a little further up the tunnel of skin. My mouth almost literally exploded with the intensity of the taste and I immediately removed my tongue from the hole and drew the whole half-inch of puckered foreskin into my mouth and began sucking out that heavenly nectar. A good bit of it flowed over my tongue so I nursed on it more until I was sure that I had it all. I knew from last night that Dad leaked a lot so I knew there would be more and that I'd be wise to savor each drop as it came. Before I released the nipple of foreskin from between my lips, though, I moved my head back and stretched Dad's cock away from his body until it was parallel to the floor. I shook it back and forth a couple of times, swabbed the skin one more time with my tongue then released it. I watched closely as it fell back heavily against his big nuts bouncing a bit before it settled back into place. When it had stopped moving the head on Dad's dick flared out and expanded and the shaft lengthened a good inch. The foreskin that still covered the head was wet with my spit and glistened in the overhead light. I renewed my attack on Dad's foot and kept a close watch for any continued hardening. But after the initial flare Dad seemed to settle down. His cock stayed expanded but didn't continue to grow so by the time I was finished with his right foot I felt that it was safe to explore further. I replaced Dad's foot on the floor and reached once again for the left one moving my attention to his hairy muscular calf. As I massaged I lowered my head and moved it to one side of his package until I was nuzzling his low hanging ball. I buried my nose in the loose folds of skin while opening my mouth to swab his sack with my tongue. I sucked a bit of skin into my mouth while continuing to swirl my tongue over it. My mouth was watering continuously now. I released the skin and began to wetly bathe all that I could reach with my tongue. I felt out the shape of his huge hanging nut feeling its heavy oval shape under the bag of skin. Damn it was huge. I moved my head lower until I could come up from underneath it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, wrapping my lips around the curved surface of his testicle. Slowly I began sucking on the underside of it, gradually adding pressure to the suction until suddenly it popped all the way into my mouth filling it completely. I sucked Dad's big nut for all I was worth, nibbling and chewing and swirling it with my tongue. When I felt Dad's calf tense up I released his nut with a pop. It was dripping with spit and pulled up about an inch shorter than the other one. I licked at the spit that had escaped from corners of my mouth and backed away a bit to study what kind of changes had taken place while I had been nursing Dad's ball. Dad's dick had definitely gotten a little harder while I'd been busy elsewhere. It had grown to about eight inches and was now arching up a bit before it curved down once again toward the floor. There was about a half inch of space separating the underside of his cock and his low hanging balls. It was kind of that halfway state, not soft anymore, but definitely not fully hard either. It was hot as hell. I immediately reached for Dad's other leg and as I worked the calf I practically dove to engulf his other ball. I couldn't believe how much just one of them filled up my mouth. I made sure to keep watching his dick as I worked on both his calf and his mighty nut. I was aware when it rose higher and sprang forward another inch. I watched as it bobbed in the air and thickened. That's how I saw when a big drop of precum began gathering at the edged of Dad's foreskin. I quickly released the ball I'd been chewing and positioned my mouth to catch it as it fell. I followed the stringy mass of fluid all the way up to tunnel of foreskin, which I slurped greedily into my mouth. I sucked out the remaining juice then stuck my tongue all the way into Dad's skin until I felt it rub against the head. I had about the first third of his cockhead in my mouth as I swirled my tongue back and forth on the underside beneath the swollen slit. "Oh God," Dad moaned as his body shuddered and his dick flexed. Out of the slit came a gush of more juice, which I took and swirled around the head with my tongue. I went down on the head until it was about halfway in now as I continued to plunge deeper with my tongue. When I'd extended my tongue as far as it would go I finally reached the ridge of his mighty cockhead. I traced the whole ring of the ridge of Dads big mushroom head several times back and forth before finally backing away and releasing him. Dad's cock jumped and bounced wildly and he was thrashing a bit on the bed. I let go of his calf and moved both hands onto his thighs and began stroking them from his knees all the way up to his crotch. His dick was fully hard now and sticking straight out toward my face. With each up stroke on his thighs I licked along the whole side of his throbbing and straining dick. First one side then the other, stopping as I approached the head. Then I switched to licking the top the shaft going up the thigh and the underside coming down. Dad was moaning constantly now and occasionally sucking in a deep breath in a gasp. Finally I heard him say "Please, Bud," as his now huge dick flexed once again and a huge spurt of precum flew out his pucker. I immediately made a circle of my two hands and wrapped them around his entire dick and balls at the base while I opened my mouth and took the whole head inside it. "Oh, yesss," Dad hissed as I bobbed up and down and swirled my tongue all around. I moved my right hand forward and took the shaft into my grip as my left hand moved down to caress his balls. I slid my hand forward on the rigid pole and tightened it just behind the head then slowly pulled back uncovering it while it was still completely buried in my mouth. As soon as the head was finally exposed I plunged my head further down the shaft until I had the first four inches of Dad's length in my mouth. I felt it touch the back of my throat. I didn't gag, but I knew that was far enough for now so I pulled back up to the head jacking the shaft as I went. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth as I came off Dads dick. I spit a huge glob of it into my hand and used it to lubricate more of the shaft then plunged my mouth forward again. This time I took about four and a half inches before I had to stop. I began a slow up and down rhythm taking as much as I could before backing off. Dad kept up his moaning egging me on even further. There was still more of his dick in my hand than in my mouth. Dad didn't seem to mind, but it was frustrating to me. I wanted all of him. I just didn't know how. The next down stroke I heard Dad whisper, "Swallow, son. Swallow now." So I did. And as I swallowed I felt the head of Dad's dick somehow slip past the back of my mouth and into my tight throat. Oh, my God I had two thirds of it now. Seven full inches of hard man cock all the way down my throat. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Dad yelled and I felt both his hands grab the back of my head holding it in place. The he pushed his hips off the bed and the rest of his dick slid into my throat. It hurt and I couldn't breathe but I didn't care. My nose was buried in his crotch hair and I was impaled on the entire length of his huge shaft. I was swallowing madly which was causing the muscles of my throat and neck to wetly massage the most sensitive areas of Dad's dick. He gave a couple of short quick thrusts the fell back onto the bed as his mighty cannon began to unload. By now I really needed to breathe, and besides I couldn't taste what he was shooting since it was going directly down my throat and into my stomach. So I began to pull back off Dad's still exploding dick. When ridge of the cockhead got to the ring of soft tissue at the back of my throat it hung for a minute and I thought it might not come back out till Dad finished shooting his load. But determined not to miss all of the load I gave a last tug and felt the still gushing cockhead literally pop back into my mouth. I sucked and sucked on the head draining every drop as I jacked up and down the shaft with both hands now. And I kept sucking as I felt Dad's dick begin to soften. Dad was whimpering and still softly moaning as I continued to lick and slurp on his cock. I used my mouth to pull the foreskin back over the head and as the shaft began to go limp I swallowed him down again all the way to the base just to make sure I still could. When I finally released him from my mouth I buried my face in his crotch rolling my face back and forth over his dick and petting his balls with my hands. We stayed that way for a few minutes both breathing heavily. Then Dad reached down and pulled me up on the bed with him, wrapped his arms around me and hugged me up close the his naked body. "Get up here, Bud. You're sleeping with your old Man tonight," he murmured nuzzling and kissing my neck. I snuggled up against him, let out a huge sigh and fell fast and soundly to sleep.