Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 12:52:45 -0400 From: Jeremy Ellington Subject: Lessons From My Dad-3 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. This story is completely fictional and written only for entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. Lessons From My Dad Chapter 3 The next couple of days were minor variations on the `Sean and Dad Show'. I went to school while Dad went to work. I came home, threw something together for dinner and either did some laundry or cleaned up the place. Dad came home and pulled off his shirt, and then dropped into his chair while I offered him a cold beer. I took off his boots then pulled off his pants and trotted off to the laundry room with them, making sure I got in some good sniffs of his Dad-scented clothes. We had dinner and watched some TV. Dad fell asleep in his chair both nights so I cleaned up the kitchen and locked up the house, then woke him up for bed. "Aw crap Sean, I'm sorry, I fell asleep on you again didn't I?" Dad moaned. "This project at work will be finishing up this week buddy then I promise I'll be back to normal by the weekend, we can spend some time together and I can help you around the house. I hope you know how much I appreciate all you do for us around here." "Its okay Dad, I know you work hard, and I don't mind doing my wifely duties," I laughed. Dad, however, did not laugh, instead he got a funny look on his face then blushed and looked down at his feet for a moment. "C'mon Dad, I'm just messin with you," I said. I wasn't sure what nerve I struck with my `wife' comment, but I figured it had to have something to do with my mom leaving us, and I felt bad for bringing up anything that made my Dad feel sad about that. I decided I should try to get him to laugh to break the moment so I said "Besides, you're so much older, I know you don't have the same energy level as us young colts do!" Dad turned back to me with a big smirk on his face. "Oh, I do hope you don't forget how cold the shower water gets when someone flushes the toilet, especially when the person taking that shower has such a hard time waking up in the morning." "You wouldn't," I cried, happy to see Dad's mood improve. "Besides, there are two people who could be in that shower at any given time you know." "Yes son, but only one us has the ability to ground the other one until he is 18 years old!" Dad crowed. "Point taken Dad," I said, my hands help up in defeat. "Now let's get you off to bed before you get any older," I yelled as I ran past him, hoping I was far enough out of his reach by the time he realized what I said. I locked myself into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, a little concerned that I didn't hear any response from Dad. After I finished I slowly crept out to my room, expecting to be attacked at any second. Instead, I could hear Dad humming in his bedroom. I snuck into my room, deciding that he was too tired to exact any revenge. I pulled off my shorts, made sure my alarm clock was set, then climbed in to bed. My legs made it halfway in when I hit bottom. "DAD!!!!" I yelled. He had short-sheeted my bed. He came around the corner to my room and poked his head in. "Yes my dear son, what can I do for you," he chuckled, watching me while I remade my bed to fix the sheet. I ran over to him, jumped up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Are we even," I asked. "Even...for now," he answered before chuckling some more and saying his good night. Friday morning I went through my usual morning ritual before heading into the kitchen to get some cereal. Dad left me a note on the table explaining that he went in early, and for me to not do anything for dinner, he was going to take us out to celebrate the end of his project. Happy to be off kitchen duty, I ate my breakfast, packed my lunch with last night's leftovers and headed off to school. The day dragged on but I managed to get through it. Sitting in my last period study hall I heard some of the kids in the front rows giggling. I looked up to see them looking at the door to the room. There was my Dad, his face plastered to the window. I gasped in shock and quickly looked at the classroom monitor. He looked up at the class to determine what was going in, saw the direction everyone was looking, then saw my Dad. Recognizing my Dad he just smirked and looked at me, looked at the clock, and seeing that there were only 10 minutes left said "Sean, I believe your transportation is here. You may leave." I shoved my book into my backpack and hustled out of the room to find my Dad leaning with his back against the opposite wall, arms crossed, with that same goofy look on his face. I heaved a big sigh. "Points to me for getting out of class early. Points lost to my reputation when word spreads that an oversized Hobbit was seen walking me to his car." "Oh, hey, you are more than free to turn yourself around and walk right back into that room and wait out the clock if you so choose young lad," my Dad snickered. "OR, you can take what you get and let's get the hell out of this place!" "I'll take it Hobbit-man," I giggled, running towards my locker. Dad smirked and waved at a teacher who had poked her head out of a door to see what the commotion was. We barely made it to the front doors when we both burst out laughing and ran to the parking lot. "Well, I guess somebody's work-project went well," I said as I settled into the car. "Sure did," Dad said. "So well in fact, that we've been hired for two more projects with this same firm! We're gonna be rich I tell ya! Well...maybe not rich, but at least your pa will continue to be able to afford your peanut butter and jelly," he added. "Is crunchy peanut butter extra?" I asked. Dad looked at me and said "Hell if I know, you've been doing most of the shopping son, you tell me. As a matter of fact, that will be one of the topics of our dinner conversation this evening," he said. I wasn't quite sure how to take that comment, so I just stared out the window as we headed away from the schoolhouse. Had I messed up? I kept a budget and used coupons whenever I could, I left the receipts out for Dad to look at any time I went shopping. Maybe I was being too extravagant. Crap, another great moment with Dad shot to shit again. I was silent as he drove through town. I had no idea where we were going to dinner, but I was already dreading it. Dad seemed to sense something because he reached over and patted my knee. "What's the matter Sean, you got quiet all of a sudden. Is everything okay?" I looked over at him, afraid to make eye contact. "You tell me Dad, it sounded back there like I was about to get a stern talking to, and I don't really know what to expect. I don't know what I've done to upset you." Dad pulled into the parking lot of the Red Lobster, one of our favorite places to go when there was a little extra money. He parked in a spot, turned off the motor and grabbed my hand. "Sean, you've done nothing wrong at all, why do you think you're in trouble?" "Well, you said we were going to talk about the shopping. I took that to mean I've been spending too much and you're upset with me over it." "Oh Sean, whenever am I going to learn," Dad said softly, shaking his head. I jerked my head up to look at him, not sure about this odd turn of events. "Son, I keep forgetting how sensitive you can be, and I let stupid things come out of my mouth without even thinking about how you will take them. What I want to say Sean is how grateful I am to have the best son in the world! You shop for us, you cook for us, you do the cleaning and the laundry! When you called yourself `the wife' a few nights ago it really shook me up Sean. I've been taking you for granted lately with my head immersed in work, while you've been the one doing all the heavy lifting at home. What I wanted to talk about is how much I appreciate everything you've been doing. You're working hard and getting great grades, and I wanted to say thank you, and to promise you that I would start doing a better job of pulling my own weight around the house. And no, if anything I am very impressed with the amount of food you bring home while staying well under our budget!!" A couple of tears came crawling out of my eyes. "Dad, I don't mind working around the house, I know you've been super busy with work. I enjoy cooking for us; I think I'm getting better all the time. Plus its easy doing laundry for us, we both have to wear clothes during the day so we both need stuff washed, and its not like we wear the same size so I can usually tell what belongs to whom when I'm folding." "Good golly, is my son suggesting that we NOT wear clothes? We hardly dress at all at home, and I don't think society is ready for two hunky naked guys running around town, do you Sean?" my Dad said with a twinkle in his eyes. "No objection from me Dad, I like seeing your hot bod!" I said, giving him my best leer. "Well be that as it may son, naked or not, I'm gonna do my part around the house, even if it does mean picking up your cum-covered shorts every morning," Dad chuckled. "Dad, you will never find any such thing...I always eat my cum after I jerk off." Dad looked at me wide-eyed, then his grin practically covered his face before he started shaking his head. "I've created a monster, "he murmured. "You betcha Dad, a cum-monster, even though yours and mine are the only flavors I've sampled so far." Dad's head whipped around and his eyes bored into me. "And that, young man, had better be the way it stays! If you decide to start sampling any of your friends you let me know ahead of time Sean, I am not going to let you get yourself in trouble by trying to pick up on the wrong guys." "Aw shucks Dad, and here I've already picked out my entire harem." I giggled. Dad's face lost some of its seriousness, but he wasn't going to let that go just yet. "I know you're just kidding Sean, but really, I know it may seem odd to have to check with your old man before you hook up with someone, but you're still young and I am worried about you. You're smarter than most kids your age, but there still needs to be a level of maturity before you know who to trust, especially when it comes to sex. Please just promise me that you won't go wandering around looking for partners or anything." Dad looked so sincere that I knew I hadn't better come back with a snappy response. "Dad, you have my word that I am in no hurry to find anyone to bump uglies with. I am smart enough to know that and I also know I'm not old enough to understand all the stuff that can happen. That's why I'm so glad I have you to teach me pop!" "Okay Sean, I know I didn't need to tell you that, but I feel better anyway now that we've discussed it. So, who's hungry?" We headed into the restaurant, got seated pretty quickly, ordered our favorites and just made small talk while waiting for our food. All of a sudden Dad's head snapped up and he burst out laughing, grabbing his napkin to cover his mouth. I looked at him like he'd lost his mind, since neither of us had said anything funny. "Bump uglies," he chuckled. "Where the hell did you hear that one? I just got that!" "Oh Dad, you'd be surprised how many variations we kids have for all that stuff you adults do. Then again, maybe you wouldn't be surprised, I'm sure you had a few good slang terms for it back in your day too." "Yes Sean we did, although I must remind you that I'm not really that much older than you. We probably have some of the same slang terms in common...NOT that I want to discuss them right here and now," he chuckled, giving me a look that told me I needed to censor myself while we were here. Thankfully our food arrived just in time to keep me from testing him. We talked over dinner about the house and how he would love to enlarge the bathroom so we could put in a Jacuzzi tub, how he wanted to update the landscaping, he talked about his work, my school, etc. I guess he had already covered the only thing that was serious, the sharing of the work responsibilities at home, so we reverted back to our standard nightly topics. Our dinner plates were taken away and Dad asked me if I wanted any dessert. "I've got your dessert right here," I said, indicating my crotch. Dad started laughing again, repeating his `what have I created' comment from earlier, paid the bill and we left. As soon as we got home he grabbed me and carried me to his bedroom. I pretended to struggle before he threw me on the bed and started to take off his clothes. "Well little chef of mine, is dessert ready now, or do you have to whip it up." He asked me. "Well first we have to whip it out, then we get to whip it up sir," I said, watching Dad peel off his pants. I quickly wiggled out of my clothes while he laughed, then got into my position on his bed, my back up against the headboard. Dad settled in next to me on the bed and we both started playing with our cocks. "So tell me son, how's my pair of cum-soaked underwear holding out for ya?" I looked at Dad and saw a smirk on his face, and when he saw me looking he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at me. "Well Dad, I've been working on those, but I don't want to use them up too fast." "Why not Sean, don't forget I can always make some more!" "That's just it Dad, if you're making more cummy shorts that means you're jacking off without me, and I just don't like the idea of that at all!" Dad pretended to look scholarly for a moment. "Ah, boy, I see your dilemma. You prefer to get your Daddy-cum fresh do you? Well, we'll have to devote some thought to that one." "Don't over think it Dad, we'll figure out a solution. Meanwhile, would it be okay if I bury my face in your hairy armpit?" I asked, hopefully. "As a matter of fact boy, I insist on it. Since I only worked part of the day today I already took a shower and I think you will find that your Daddy's pit is chemical-free," Dad said, lifting his arm over my head and bringing my face in towards his chest." I buried my face in his pit and inhaled deeply. Oh fuck, I could smell his sweat and his manly aroma, and it about made my head spin. I flicked my tongue out and started to slather his pit, trying to get a good taste of his scent. "Oh FUCK yea boy, get your face down in your Daddy's raunchy pit and taste what a man smells like! Damn boy you get me so hot and bothered, I might not last too long if you keep that up. Shit you're getting me awfully close doing that!" My head was reeling from the aroma and taste of my Dad, his real smell. I licked my way down to his nipple and nibbled a little, then moved my tongue across his chest and attacked the other nipple, climbing over him to get to the other side. I used my head to nudge his other arm up over his head and I dove into his right armpit, inhaling deeply again and then lapping up that sweaty goodness. "Damn, damn, damn boy you are one hot little piece of fun! Service your Daddy's pits boy, show me you know how to take care of me and I will take care of you." Dad reached over with his left hand and pulled my legs back over on top of his and grabbed both of our cocks at the same time and started stroking us fast. I could feel his precum slicking up my cock at the same time as his, and I started moaning out loud. I shuddered and started to cum. "That's my boy; soak me with your juice!" Right about then Dad groaned and out spurted thick shots of his own cum, hitting me in the face and splattering all over his hairy chest. More cum shot out as he jerked his crotch up off the bed like he'd lost control of his hips or something, and I rode right along with him. By the time he finished my face, his chest and abdomen were covered in thick cream. I immediately leaned in and began licking the cum off of Dad's torso. "Oh fuck yea!" was all Dad said while he watched me lap up his cum. He continued breathing heavily and moaned slightly each time my tongue licked across his skin. I looked over his body and determined that I'd cleaned him up completely, then looked up at him, grinning. "Mmmm Dad, you make the BEST dessert!" Dad laughed softly, a sexy smile on his face, then reached up and wiped his finger across my face, gathering up the cum from his first explosion. He stuck the finger in his mouth, pretended to be deep in thought for a moment, then said "By golly you're right! I do make good dessert. I gotta tell you son, that is always hot as fuck watching you lick me up like that, and the way you dove into my sweaty armpits...damn, I'll be smiling about that visual for many days." I leaned back against the headboard, smacking my lips and started stroking my cock again, which never lots its hardness even while I was taking care of Dad. "Um, Dad, would you maybe wanna nibble on my nipple, you know, just to show me how that feels?" Dad immediately leaned over, reached across and began tweaking my right nipple while his tongue swept across my left one. I shuddered right away and moaned. He started to nibble very softly and that was all it took. My cum shot out onto my belly and I cried out "Holy shit!" Dad chuckled at my response and waited for my cock to stop shooting, then surprised me by leaning over my belly and licking up my cum. It tickled a little but I resisted giggling, partly because I was exhausted and partly because I didn't want to give him a reason not to do this again. He looked up at me, licked his lips and said "Mmm, like father like son indeed! Your dessert is just as yummy!" He then gave me a big kiss, smearing some of my cum against my lips, then watched me as I lapped it up. "I agree," I said, smiling at him." Dad reached his arm around me and pulled me into him, hugging me close and sighed. "Sean, this is so nice. I'm glad you suggested we wait until we got home to have our dessert!" --- The next morning I awoke to a quiet house. After I finished up in the bathroom I went into the kitchen and found a note from Dad, saying that he would be out checking on the location for a new project, but expected to be home by 1:00 or so. I made some toast with peanut butter and decided to do a little online research. Dad had a computer on a desk in the front room where he mostly worked on projects. I had permission to use it since I needed to check out various websites for schoolwork, so I sat myself down. I looked up the word `masturbation' and found a whole lot of sites. This is where I learned that ejaculate was spelled `cum'. This is also were I learned about licking and sucking your partner in order to get him turned on enough to shoot out his cum, and where I learned what a blowjob really was. Some sites required a credit card, but a surprising number of them didn't. All you had to do was agree that you were over 18 to enter, and in the interest of my own need for information, I lied and said I was. My mouth must have dropped to my chest when I saw the pictures on these sites. The first sites I went to had women giving blowjobs to men. I was intrigued, but the pictures were so odd-looking to me. Here were these in many cases unattractive men, getting blowjobs by these women with too much makeup, long painted fingernails, and in some cases fancy shoes with long heels. I didn't understand why these women were attracted to these men, or why they looked so fake. I played some of the videos on that site and couldn't get over the moaning and screaming these women were doing either, it all sounded so over-the-top. I gave up on those sites after a few minutes, even though I did like looking at the cocks on the guys. The next site I went into was man-on-man. Now this looked so much more interesting! The guys looked much better, even though they all kind of looked the same to me. Most of them didn't have any chest hair; in fact some of them didn't have any hair anywhere except on the top of their heads. I could tell they were much older than me, so it didn't make any sense why they didn't have any hair around their cocks. Even still, looking at those pictures and watching the videos really got me excited and hard. I had to drop my shorts and jerk myself off and I came really fast, and then jerked off a second time. I watched the guys licking their partner's chests, armpits, balls and even their asses! Watching them give a blowjob really got me turned on, but I couldn't understand why they always stopped just as their partner started to cum. To me, getting to swallow the cum was the whole point of giving a blowjob. I looked up `swallowing cum' and found out that the people in videos like to show the audience that the guy came, I guess to prove that he really was turned on and that it wasn't all just a fake, but in reality most guys actually liked it when you swallowed their cum. As I sat there I began to realize something. Looking at the websites that had women and men didn't excite me anywhere near as much as the man only sites. Then I thought about my own life, and realized that I paid a lot more attention to the guys at school than I did the girls. Couple that with the fun I was having with Dad during our jack off sessions, and I decided I really must be gay. That really stunned me. I mean, on the one hand I don't think I freaked out about it cuz I had already been thinking that I was, but on the other hand I started to wonder if anyone else at school knew about me. And what about Dad? Dad. Oh man, just thinking about my Dad got me excited. Dad didn't seem to have any problem with our jack off sessions, but he was also a father, so that means he has had sex with at least one woman. Was this something I could talk with him about, or would he get upset if I told him I thought I might be gay? What would a conversation like that do to our jack off sessions? I looked up some information on `learning you are gay', and found that it was generally considered normal for youngsters to experiment with each other just to find out what puberty was all about, it was just considered a stage. Was that what Dad and I were doing, experimenting? Maybe Dad didn't do this when he was young so this was just a stage for him. Or, maybe Dad did do this, and he just wanted to make sure I got good advise from someone with experience, rather than with some neighborhood kid who was just as inexperienced and I was. I decided to look up `father and son sex', and once you got past all the anti-incest sites I came across some interesting stuff. Most of it seemed to be more about a young adult guy who wanted a `Daddy', but who really wasn't related to him. That wasn't what I really wanted to read about but I glanced over some of it anyway. I read that these older guys actually called themselves `Daddies', and they called the younger ones `boy'. I leaned back in the chair and thought about that. Dad had started to call me `boy' during our jerk off sessions. I started to wonder if that was why he was doing it, and not just that I was in fact, his real boy. I kept reading and found that a lot of these `boys' called their `Daddies' `Sir'. Hmmm. I wondered how Dad would react if I did that with him? I watched some of the `Daddy/son' videos and the `Sir and boy' verbiage was fairly consistent. It also got pretty intense in some of these scenes, with the `boys' saying `Sir no Sir' or `Sir yes Sir'. I thought that was a bit over the top, and the same went for most of the acting, so I wasn't sold on that. It did seem that a lot of the `boy's' licked the older guys balls, pits, nipples, and even ass, and most of them called it `worshipping' or `servicing' their partner. That part gave me a fast boner. I loved my Dad and thought that I did indeed worship him. I filed that away for later exploration. I did find a few videos where the `boys' looked closer to my age, but it was hard to tell. They looked older in the face, and they certainly had bigger cocks and balls than I did, but they didn't have any hair below the neck, which made them look younger than me. I was so immersed in these websites that I barely heard Dad's car pull into the driveway. I quickly closed out the site I was on and brought up a cooking website I've used in the past and started making some notes about recipes as Dad came in the door. "Hey son, did you sleep all right last night? I tried to be quiet this morning when I was getting around," Dad said as he came around the corner to where I was sitting. He reached over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. "Ah, so I'm gonna be a guinea pig for a new recipe? Awesome!" "Dad, I slept great and didn't hear a thing this morning; you didn't wake me at all. And yes, you know me, always looking for something different to make for dinner; I don't want you to fire the cook!" I giggled. "Never happen son; I don't know what I'd do without you. Actually I do know...I'd starve! Speaking of food, if you'll let me take a short nap we can head out for some burgers or something, then get in some miniature golf if you'd like." "Sounds great to me Dad, I'll just finish up here and stay quiet for you. When do you want to wake up?" Dad stretched and yawned. "Just let me go for about a half hour Sean, I don't want to sleep too much or I'll have trouble falling asleep tonight." "You got it Dad," I said as I watched him head to his room. He closed the door most of the way, and I turned back to the computer. I quickly wrote down a chicken recipe that I thought we would both enjoy, then got out of the internet and shut off the computer. I dropped the recipe on the counter in the kitchen, and then headed to my room to set my alarm for a half hour, just in case I fell asleep too. Sleep eluded me however, since there were so many images of the blowjobs I saw replaying in my mind. I wondered if that was something Dad and I could do together. If kids were expecting to experiment, wouldn't this just be an extension of that? I decided that I would have to make some more time to study this on the internet. My alarm clock started beeping so I turned it off and headed to Dad's room to see if he was awake. I pushed open his door to find him laying on top of his bed in just his boxer shorts, snoring softly. His shorts were just tight enough that I could see his cock lying across the right with his big balls separated by the seam in his shorts. This presented me with both an opportunity and a problem. I was pretty sure Dad wouldn't mind if I started playing with his cock; after all, he had stroked me off using his own cum as lubricant. I could very easily reach into the fly of his shorts and pull him out, and if Dad woke up I could just pass it off as being my turn to jack him off. Would I dare put his cock in my mouth though? It would be one thing to be caught with my hand in his shorts, but quite another to be caught with his cock in my mouth. I decided to see just how far I could get before he woke up. I snuck into his room and slowly sat on his bed, listening for any change in his breathing. I cautiously put my hand into his fly and reached in to find his cock. Still snoring. I gently pulled his cock out of the fly and began to move my hand up and down, hoping he would get hard. His cock did not waste any time responding to my motion and began to stiffen right away. I leaned in a little bit and inhaled his scent. My own cock was instantly hard, despite having jerked myself off twice in the last couple of hours. I gathered some saliva in my mouth and was just about to lean in further when I heard Dad chuckle. I jerked my head up to see Dad looking at me, a big grin on his face. "So, I take it it's been a half hour already, or are you just horny?" he asked. I'm sure I was blushing beet red, and my hand froze in place on his cock. "Oh don't stop, this is a really nice way to wake up from a nap," Dad said, as he put his hands behind his head to watch me. "I plan to wear these boxers the rest of the day though, so its best if you pull them off me before I make a mess of things son." I released his cock and pulled his shorts up and over his boner and let them drop to the floor, then reached back down and began stroking him. I still wasn't sure if I should use my tongue on him, I was getting a little nervous about that. "Sean, come up here next to me so I can return the favor." Dad said, patting the side of the bed. "Thanks Dad, but I already...um...took care of things before you came home, so this is just for you." Dad chuckled and said "Since when is a young guy unable to refuel for a second go `round? Oh well, if that's what you want, who am I to say no?" By this point Dad's cock was rock hard, so I leaned up to his chest and began licking and nibbling his nipple. He moaned loudly so I started to lick all around his nipple, and then began working my way down towards his belly, lapping away at his skin. I started to lick his abs while at the same time keeping my eyes on the head of his cock. I had never been this close to any man's dick and I so wanted to lean in further and swipe my tongue over all the precum that was bubbling up. My timing wasn't good however, because just as I was debating with myself whether or not I had the guts to taste his cock he groaned and out shot the first volley of his cum, right on my face. Thinking quickly I opened my mouth wide and took the next 5 shots right into my mouth, swallowing a couple of times to make room for more. I realized after the third shot that Dad had his hand on the back of my head. He wasn't pushing me forward, but he did seem to be holding me in place so I couldn't move back. His last 2 shots were more like dribbles coming out, so I threw caution to the winds and leaned down to lick the cum up from his navel and his lower belly, then opened my mouth to lap up the cum drops that were dangling from the head of his cock. Dad jerked upwards at the feel of my tongue on his dick, pushing about a quarter of his softening cock into my mouth. His legs both jerked upwards enough to knock me in the forehead and I threw my head back in surprise. "Oh shit Sean, I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't expect you to do that, that was an involuntary reaction son; I didn't mean to hit you in the head like that." I looked up at my Dad with a big grin on my face and some of his cum smeared across my lips. "No problem Dad, I'm fine, and that was wicked hot!" Dad looked at me with an expression of amusement, surprise and maybe a little uncertainty. "Sean, your tongue was working some magic on my belly, I sure didn't mean to shoot you in the face like that, and I sure didn't intend to push my dick in your mouth." "I thought it was great Dad! As much as I love licking it from your hairy chest, getting your cum straight from the source was pretty awesome! And look, you don't even have to clean up! We could have even left your shorts on." Dad just started laughing when I said that, then he ruffled the hair on my head and said "Well I don't have to clean up, but your face is smeared. You better go wash your face while I try to get my wits about me, then we can go get a late lunch." "Sure thing Dad," I said. I jumped up from his bed and ran into the bathroom to look at my reflection in the mirror. Sure enough, Dad's cum had criss-crossed my face on that first shot. Rather than wash it off I used my finger to wipe it down to my mouth, savoring the flavor. When I was pretty sure I'd gotten most of it I splashed some water on my face. Dad came in behind me to take a piss, and I slapped his butt on my way out. I could hear him laugh as I thought to myself "So close, so close to a blowjob!" I actually had my Dad's cock in my mouth, even though it was only for a few seconds, and he didn't even mind. 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