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Sucking Daddy

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Jan 2001 1 comments
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(part fiction) This story really has two parts. It starts as I was leaning against the wall of a little off-stage room of a porno theater. I had been cruising the house for the whole evening without a single strike. I was beginning to think I must smell or something since I had never had such a bad night. One more try, I thought as I entered the litle dimly lit room along side the big screen. I was scarcely in the room when I felt someone approaching me from behind. He encircled my body with his arms rubbing his belly against my ass, then turning me around and stripping my pants down to my feet. (I was wearing only a running suit. When I cruise I wear as little as possible, in summer just shorts and a skivvy, in the winter only the pants and jacket of a running suit. It saves a lot of awkwardness.) My buddy must he been following me all night, because he went right to work, stripping back my skin and licking and sucking my eager cock. His hands massaged my tight ass and his fingers found my butt hole. As he and I got hotter, his hands roamed all over my body. My hairs stood on end and I just moaned with ecstasy. He seemed to be as happy as I. I have to tell you that he was about forty years old, stocky, but muscular and every bit a male man. Could have been a truck driver or construction boss. He had nice wiry wavy hair and I almost got off just running my hands over his head as he sucked and licked. His timing was just right, not too short and not too long. When I wanted to shoot that load, he seemed to sense my rhythm and he sucked me right into heaven. I shot and shot and he swallowed every drop as fast as I shot. My legs were buckling as I dribbled my last load and I leaned back against the wall to steady myself. My hero got off his knees and stood close to me, snuggling his mouth in my neck and kissing me passionately. Then he whispered in my ear: "Was I good, Daddy ? You won't have to spank me, will you Daddy. I was stunned to think this he-man looking guy was pleading with me like a little kid. I whispered back, no sonny, you were real good, You took care a Daddy just as a son should. Now I won't have to tell mommy you were bad again. He kissed me again, patted my back, took one more cleaning lick of my dick and pulled my pants up. Then he said to me in a normal voice. Did you ever suck your daddy's prick? I said yes (not true) and he said when? I said when I was ten. He looked real pleased and thanked me again, kissed me and left. That took me back to when I was ten. It was the end of the school year, only two weeks to go. My mother had gone to take care of her mother who was very sick, maybe dying. I knew about dying because my father's mother had died in our house in the little suite he had build for her after she had a stroke. She lived there for about two years before she died. The arrangement was that I would finish the two weeks at school and the go to a week at camp.as had already been planned. Daddy would wake me up and I would shower and dress while he got breakfast. On the way to work, he would drop me at school (I usually walked). After school, I would walk, home check in with a neighbor who gave me milk and cookies and then I would either stay there until my father came home, or would go to my house and do my homework. My father said that if I were good, Saturday would be a special treat day. It was now Saturday and we had spent the morning at the beach. We were having an unusual hot spell and we had great fun diving under the waves and horsing around. My father was really a great guy! Daddy had said we wouldn't dress at the beach but go home in our suits wash there and go out to a movie and dinner at some special place. He said it was because it would save time, but knowing that bath house now, I am sure he didn't want me to see the hot activity that was common there. (I know, because I cruise there often now when the weather's good.) So here we were, showering together in the large handicap shower he had built for my grandmother. He told be sure to wash all the sand out of my crack and off my testicles, and we were both doing just that. I looked at him and said, "Daddy why is your penis different from mine?" " Well", he said, "It's just because I'm grown up, yours will grow and be like mine" " No ," I said, "I mean your looks different." Well, then he went on to explain that I had been circumcised and he hadn't and that when I was born it was done automatically and that he was sorry he had let it happen, Doctors don't do it routinely anymore. Well then I wondered how he peed since the skin covered his hole. He told me then how you skin it back. "Show me", I said. Daddy got that look that parents get when they're embarrassed by the question but want to be good and open and all that magillah. Finally he showed me I aked if I could try it. He looked more uncertain, but the said yea. I grabbed his pecker which was now getting bigger and harder and stripped the skin back and forth several times. I liked the sensation and could feel it growing. Suddenly daddy groaned and a lot of white stuff shot out of his cock. I was frightened and started to cry saying that I didn't mean to hurt him. He hurried to tell me it didn't hurt, and that I should finish quickly and get dressed and then we could talk about it. I knew that this was going to be one of those "father son" deals from the tone of his voice. I got dressed quickly and Daddy took me into grandma's room, (it was now our den) and he explained that it thet white stuff was semen and that it was what made babies, as he had explained somewhat before. He went on to how good it felt for a man to do that and husbands and wives did it a lot because it felt so good and that when you don't have a wife guys do just what I did, He told me it was called masturbation or jacking off and that big boys did it and that it perfectly all right; in short all the right dope is what he gave me. But then he went on to tell me that it felt so good that sometimes big boys or men get little boys to did it either by bribery or force and that this was bad and that because it happened they had passed laws forbidding any older person to do anything sexual with little children and that was called "statutory rape" if the child was under sixteen. "Therefore," he said , "you must never tell anyone about what happened because, although it was perfectly all right, people would misunderstand, and he would be arrested and sent to jail. He went on to tell me what do if anyone approached me and also kept telling me that as I got older, I would jerk off and that was good and all right etc. As promised, we went a movie that even Daddy enjoyed and then to MacDonald's (a "no-" in our health conscious family). I was so tired when we got home that I want to bed and was soon asleep. As I said before, it was an unusually hot spell for that time of the year, and I woke up to a terrific thunder storm. Lightening flashed all around and I was really scared. A big bolt of lightening seemed to run around my room. I ran to my father's room where he was still sound asleep, lying naked in bed with a giant erection. I didn't notice it at first because I crawled in the bottom of the. bed and got under the sheet. That brought me right face to face with his cock and I was absolutely mesmerized. I reached out and stroked it. Daddy moaned and seemed to still be asleep. It was so fascinating that for some reason I wanted to lick, so I did. Daddy moaned some more and then said, "Ooh, Mary. you're so good." He was apparently just waking up and he stroked my head and pushed it down on his cock and shot a load all of my face. With that he woke up fully crying "You're not Mary, what have I done?" He hugged me and wiped my face on the sheet and kept crying and rocking me back and forth. He then told me about wet dreams and that he had been dreaming and how when it came time to shoot he had wakened and thought it was my mother. Boy, did I get a sex education that night. All the time I kept saying it was all right, I liked it and that made him even more frightened. He made me promise never to tell anyone and never to do it again to him, He was so upset, I promised and we never had that wonderful time again. How I wanted to do it. It was great. You can imagine that when I started jacking off, fantasies of his huge cock inspired me often. Hey that gives me an idea. Daddy now lives alone in an apartment since me mother died two years ago from the same disease as her mother. Next week is Dad's birthday, Guess what I'm going to give him!