Date: Wed, 1 May 2019 16:56:55 -0400
From: Sam Roma <frigidverve@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 - Sleeping Dad

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"Come back", Steve replied and followed that with a soft snore.
It was only then Matt realized he hadn't exhaled. Matt relaxed and
retrieved the cam, he tiptoed back to his room and threw the cam on his
bed. Then he went back to Steve's room. Tonight was going to be special.

Matt stood before the bed. It was too dark in here. He wished he could turn
the light on to see his Dad in his fun glory but he was too afraid, the
light might hamper what he wanted to do that night. He stood there
uncertainly when suddenly the room was awash with silvery white light. A
club had parted and there was a full moon outside the window. It lay bare
everything on the bed and Matt's breath caught in his throat at the sight
before him. Steve was on his bed, his head lolling to the side, eyes closed
and chest heaving peacefully. He had a stubble now, golden and white tinged
in red, down his cheeks and chin. His red lips were parted slightly showing
pearlescent teeth and hint of a pink tongue pressed against it. Steve had a
thick neck, also covered in stubble but rising from that was his adam's
apple like a small hillock. Thick hair spurted from the top of his chest.
The curled and were slicked back in paces in sweat. The chest hair bloomed
up top and then spread evenly on both sides like a path in a field of corn.
Blondish red hair circled and accentuated huge pecs at he centre of which
were 2 huge pink and soft areolas. In the center of those, sticking out
like monument was a soft pink nub of a nipple each. Matt's mouth was
watering. He wanted to immediately suck on them, be his baby, drink from
his teat. As much as he liked boobs on a woman, his father's chest was the
epitome of perfection and he fervently wished his own chest would develop
to that level of beauty. He was still completely smooth and he sent a
silent prayer to the heaves that he might suddenly have a spurt of hair
growth. The coarse shorter hair covering his chest spread evenly down to
his belly. There was thick dark trail of hair running all the way down to
his crotch, its continuity only broken by the bellybutton. He had enjoyed
that the last time. That well of  stored elixir on his belly. His stomach
itself was slightly distended hiding strong abs underneath. He was soft in
all the right places and iron hard in other. He looked intimidating in his
beauty and approachable in his softness at the same time.
Steve arms were raised toward the headboard. almost as if Sue has held them
there while she kissed and worshipped him. His arms looked simply too big
to be true. They were muscled and hairy in long blonde hair starting from
his elbows down. His shoulder and biceps where smooth defined. Copious
reddish blonde hair spurted from his pits. They looked like they would
smell like a field of rich musk. He couldn't to test that theory and nestle
under them. His pit hairs were swaying gently in the breeze from the open
window like grass in a lush glade. Finally, Matt hungrily continued looking
down every inch of his Dad's virile body. The trail of hair that had
started from his chest ended in a lovely large bush of curly and wiry dark
blonde hair around his crotch. His pubes looked soft and fragrant. What
smells and aromas were they holding from his day out? What juices might be
stewing between them? Matt would find out. From the bush rose a massive
fleshy cock, smooth and pale. Definitely 5 inches long and nearly that
around. The tube of sperm-maker ended in a bunched up mass of crinkley
flesh that glistened and looked wet. From the depths of this purse Matt
could spy a hint of dark pink, his Dad's sensitive pee hole. Steve's cock
lay curved to the side, on his left thigh in its own glistening pool of
precum. Steve's large thighs were red, from where Sue must have been
sitting and sparsely hairy. They went down to pink knees and shapely shins
covered in that same blonde hair. Finally Matt took into those beautiful
pink feet, lying bare and exposed just waiting to be licked. Matt mentally
decided and made his approach. thats where he would start from. First, Matt
took off his shirt and walked to the foot of the bed. He crouched down, his
face level with this Dad's feet. He brought his face closer and sticking a
pink, wet tongue out, took the first swipe of his Dad's feet. The bottom of
Steve's feet were clean, having been covered in socks all day. His feet
were slightly clammy but smelled of fabric softener. Matt put his face
against his Dad's feet enjoying the site of the large foot covering his
whole face. He licked the sole deeply from the hell all the way to the top
and in one fell swoop closed his wet mouth around the big toe and 2 of the
neighboring toes. He bobbed his head up and down enjoying the sensation and
taste of them filling his mouth. He moved his tongue between each toe and
savored the funk of it. Steves toes curled in his mouth slightly but he was
still gone for the world. Matt was emboldened continued licking every
single piggy, presumably his mouth being their wet and warm sty. He took as
many toes in his mouth s he could fit and sucked on them, feeling the
plumpness of the flesh and smooth trimmed nail protecting them. He bit them
softly and his teeth sunk deep into the flesh underneath the bulbous padded
toes. Slurping and in pure ecstasy, Matt emerged. with trembling hands he
clutched his father's shins and climbed on the bed slowly kissing him from
the ankle up. He face was hot and fevered. Every kiss held so much passion
he thought it incredulous his Dad was not seared from the heat and woken
from his slumber.
Making his way up, Matt grabbed on to Steve's meaty thighs and kissed them
all over. His hot lips against the cool thighs felt like heaven. He had
half a mind to just rest his head on them and take a short nap. Undeterred,
he continue exploring every inch of his Dads body. He made his way to the
inside of his Dad's thighs, kissing them, licking them smelling them. He
caught strong whiff of the midriffs, pungent inits musk and sweat and
precum. Steve barely stirred but he noticed that his toes were curled,
tighter still. Matt was now eye level with that beautiful fleshy dick lying
invitingly on the thigh, on top of large pink balls, still oozing fresh
precum. Gingerly, Matt reached out with a tongue and licked the thigh with
the pool of it already gathered there. The taste hit him like wave. This
was the third time and every single time he was transported in a maddened
state of ecstasy. He saw colors under his closed eyes. Enjoying the
sensation, Matt opened his eyes and brought his tongue directly on the tip
of his Dad's uncut cock. The fresh precum tasted salty with a dull
sweetness, extremely slick and musky. Without further ado, Matt, now
straddling his Dad and bent over, took his Dad's cock in his mouth. He
sucked with joy. The flesh filled his mouth with chewy softness. It was all
he could do from biting down. He enjoyed the taste and smell  and sensation
of that moment. He finally had his Dad's cock in his mouth. He was actually
doing it. His own blood, the source of his own life, the man that made him
and loved him and raised him, this is what he tasted and felt like. Matt
suddenly felt a strange sensation. His tongue seemed to be swelling. did he
breakout into an allergic reaction, he thought wildly. Only then did he
realize it wasn't his tongue but his Dad's dick that was swelling in size.
The thick pale cock was reddening with blood pumping into it and slowly
growing in size, gathering length and girth. Matt couldn't believe his
eyes. the most hoped for was a soft cock in his mouth and to take his time
with his Dad. He did not hope for what was happening although he had deeply
fantasized it. He could feel the veins running along the hardening dick,
blood coursing through it. He could feel the head emerging from under its
cloak of foreskin, the mushroom blooming as in a thunderstorm. Matt
struggled to keep the cock in his mouth. He was officially sucking the
first cock of his life and what a perfect one it was too. He never imagined
his dream of yesterday would materialize this quickly. Matt tried to ease
and open his throat and guide the growing dick down. Being a man he knew
advantageously knew what would feel good and how to handle the manhood.
Matt opened wide, tried to generate saliva and used it as a lube to swallow
his Dad's dick. It must have been easily 9 inches. Matt could only get
about 7 inches down but he was unfazed. He sucked o it, relishing in the
juices. His mouth sheathed the member, making sure his teeth were covered
by his lips and pouted more as he came up the shaft so only his lips would
clench the dick in his mouth, exerting gentle pressure along the side and
squeezing precum out. Matt continued this for some time lost to the world
and with no sense of time. He felt proud and incredibly satisfied that he
had got his Dad hard. He spit on the shaft, slicking it and sucked it all
up again like a human wet vacuum. Then he stopped at the top of the shaft
biting gently down on the foreskin edges, savoring it's saltiness and his
tongue quickly finding Steve's slit on the head, the glans. It was like a
salt lick, generating so much precum Matt was amazed. Matt folded his
tongue so it was more spearlike tried to find his way into the peehole with
the tip of his tongue. It was then that Steve responded. His hips bucked
and his toes curled tightly. He was still in deep stupor but he
semi-consciously called out "Ahhhh fuck, Sue. Fuck yeahhhhh".
Matt was stoked. In whatever level of dreamworld he was in, his Dad thought
it was still Sue between his legs. He was glad now for the cloud cover
again as the room was pitch dark. He continue exploring Steve's glans with
new fervor and urgency trying to penetrate it with his tongue as deeply as
he could. The slit was wider than his and allowed him much passage. As he
was tongue fucking his Dad's slit hole, Matt experienced a new sensation.
He felt something warm hit his tongue. Matt got excited. Was it cum? Did he
manage to get his Dad to ejaculate? But in a short second it was clear it
wasn't the elixir he craved. It turned out toe an elixir he hadn't known he
craved until that instant. Steve's cock relieved its warm golden piss with
all the titillation it had received from Matt's tongue. As quickly as Matt
was take unawares by this stream, he quickly recovered himself, engulfing
the head in his mouth and lapping up the golden elixir. It tasted much like
flavored water, slightly ammoniac, mostly musky and salty and mildly sweet,
perhaps from all the wine that had made it way down. It was impressive then
that Matt didn't let a drop fall on to the bed. He kept his mouth firmly
wrapped around the shaft, gently sucking out the last drop. It wasn't a
lot. Perhaps 3-4 seconds worth. But Matt got a mouth ful. He came up for
air and breathed deeply. He was beyond shocked, delighted and thrilled at
what he had experienced just now. He had no idea he would fine urine this
intoxicating. No, he corrected himself. It wasn't that he had a fetish for
piss. It was his Dad's drone that was intoxicating. Everything was so hot
because it was the guy that he seemed to be living for that instant. He was
his god. And it wasn't far from the truth as he truly was Matt's maker.
Matt licked his lips, tasting and savoring the last of the drops in his
mouth. He gulped several times relishing it. Then drew his attention back
to the dick which was now receding again post its watery relief. Steve
moaned in his sleep, completely unaware of wha had just transpired and that
he had come close to wetting the bed. Matt took a deep breath and plunged
his head between Steve's massive legs again. His father could snap his neck
so easily if he so choose with those huge pillars he had for legs. They
looked powerful and Matt felt very vulnerable in that position, which in
turn increased his hunger for staying there forever and lapping up every
flavor, every part of his Dad. Just then the cloud parted and the moon
shone through the window again. It was like his own person beam,
spotlighting his father's crotch. He gasped at the sheer beauty of the
vision that met his eye. As Matt lifted up the semi-soft cock, he saw
clearly the two huge and pink balls housing the nectar Matt thirsted for.
He could see every fold of skin at the base of the shaft smoothing out over
the massive balls that were shipped like two very large eggs. He could see
every pore of pink skin and wiry dark blonde hair on the scrotum that
gently disappeared down Steve's crack. Very carefully Matt crouched down
lower, now almost completely on his belly between Steve's legs and nudged
the balls with his nose, seeking the fragrance captured under it and
simultaneously taking a deep whiff. The smell under there was a mixture of
sweat and soap. That heady mix that was so familiar to Matt now. It went
straight to his head making him dizzy in lust. Matt brought his tongue out
and took a deep lick, from what part of the crack was visible over the bed
all the way to the base of the shaft. Steve's cock now lay flaccid on top
of Matt's face. He loved feeling the weight of it. He continue licking, his
eye open taking in every pore, every pube, every vein on his Dad's balls
and cock. He would lick the balls long and hard, bathing it in his saliva,
then slurp all of that back in and gulp his prize in delight. Very soon,
the weight on his face started increasing. His Dad's cock was growing again
on top of him. He felt like he might be buried in the bed by the perceived
weight of that man meat, the best among men. The moon was hidden again and
it was pitch black. Gently, Matt reached up and starting wrapped his slick
fingers around the cock and began jerking it. All the way down till the
cock head showed and then all the way up till it disappeared in the folds
of the foreskin. that was the way he like to jack it and he figured it
might be a safe bet to see if his Dad liked it that way too. He did.
Steve's cock stiffened like iron in Matt's hand. Matt was still licking
Steve's balls when he found a new pressure on his head burying him closer
to his Dad's perineum. Matt couldn't believe. His Dad had a hand on his
head pressing him closer to his ball. He tried to look up and had a vague
image in his periphery of his Dad'd other hand touching and pinching his
own nipples. Matt could barely contain himself. where he lay on the bed was
deep wet spot where all his precum had oozed and seeped.
"Oh Sue.yeah just like that", Steve slurred.
Matt kept licking the balls and then in an inspired move, brought his
tongue all the way up the ball to the shaft and let his warm mouth cover
the exposed head while he continue jerking the shaft at its base. Steve's
eyes were shut tight, his toes curled, ass slightly raised, one hand
pinching his sensitive nipple. Matt increased the rhythm of his mouth on
his Dad's cock using his mouth now to go as far dow as he could and come up
again.
"Ahhhhh", Steve gasped. A thick salty spurt of cum, his Dad's sperm in its
delicious sticky milk, hit the back of Matt's throat. Matt gulped it down.
It tasted like nothing he had ingested so far. It was a most concentrated
mix of every flavor he had savored so far. Intensely salty, intensely musk,
slightly sweet, slightly ammoniac, gooey and milky. It was reminiscent of
subtle vanilla and banana flavors as well, perhaps from all the protein
shakes his Dad drank. Matt had not ever savored his own cum like this. As
Matt gulped it down, another spurt coated the back of his throat. Matt's
thirst could not be sated. He pushed that down. Bile roast in his throat,
his gag reflex kicked in, this was something he had never done nor imagined
erstwhile but he was determined to keep it down. His throat relaxed and
gave passage to his Dad's cum. He remembered he hadn't drunk a protein
shake that day. Well he could survive on this every day. It was good thing
he has learned to relax his gullet because a third spurt followed, smaller
in volume but still a mouthful. Thereafter Steve's cock dribbled the last
of the vestiges of its balls and then came copious amounts of post cum
fluids. Matt was now unfazed. He drank every last drop of magic potion his
Dad could concoct for him. He had never felt closer to his Dad. He felt
like they were one, of the same fold, of the same make, united and a single
entity. He relished that feeling, his eyes closed. After several seconds,
carefully he opened his eyes and slowly unleashed himself from Steve's
cock. It was already semi rigid now. Steve sighed deeply, hands to his
sides and was in a deep deep sleep, the relief he had need all night now
realized. Matt crawled backwards on the bed and got off. His dick was
painfully hard and his shorts were wet but he hadn't cum yet. He had been
edging himself, enjoying the masochistic torment. He stood to the side in
the darkness waiting for some light to shine through. A thin beam now shone
through, revealing his Dad peacefully snoring, his cock almost down to its
soft 5 inches, toes relaxed. He looked like a spent greek god after a
conquest. A strong feeling of love and lust took over Matt again. He bent
down and touched his lip to Steve's, not unlike what Sue had done to Matt.
Matt's lips clamped around Steve's lower lip, his tongue gently sliding
across it. Steve's mouth opened and Matt entered deeper. This was his first
kiss with his Dad. He was gonna blow his load right there. Steve's lips
closed around Matt's. Steve's breath was redolent with the wine he had been
drinking. Matt also tasted something fruity on his mouth before realizing
it was the same taste on his lip, from Sue's lipstick. Matt couldn't
believe his luck. His Dad must truly think Sue was still in bed. Without
breaking contact with Steve's mouth, Matt climbs back on the side of the
bed. Steve's hand automatically came overtime and held him on his naked,
smooth back, caressing it semi-consciously. The gesture sent a jolt of
pleasure down Matt's back. His intensity increased in kissing Steve. Steve
opened his mouth further and gave entry to Matt's tongue which was questing
for Steve's tongue. Eventually he found it and was sucking on it, trying to
drink Steve's saliva and taste his mouth. Steve was now on his side,
holding Matt and both were kissing deeply. Then Steve stopped again and his
mouth hung slightly open. He had fallen into a deep sleep again. Matt
carefully pulled his face back from his Dad. Steve's muscular arm had
strapped Matt to the bed. Very gingerly he rolled underneath it and fell
down the side of the bed in a crouch, then standing up he walked over
around the bed to the other side by the window.
Steve was in the center of the bed on his side, his magnificent ass to the
window. Matt was enthralled and breathless from the sight exposed by the
feeble moonlight. He crept closer and lightly pushed Steve's exposed
shoulder in the back. Steve responded and adjust himself in the bed, now
fully on his stomach, his ass up and facing away from the window. One hand
hugged his pillow closer to his face. One leg was folded his kneed under
him and up almost near his chest.
Matt couldn't believe his luck. It was time for phase two.

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