It's been months since I've written and my relationship with father Brian has come to a screeching halt since he was reassigned to a different church on the other side of the hemisphere. He gave me his blessing to find a new friend but I have been unable to do so. As I've wrestled with the decision to find a new relationship, I've been reflecting back on important people and events in my life and inevitably found myself thinking about my very first master/daddy. His name was John and he was the father of a girlfriend I had at the time. This was over 30 years ago and during times when my girl was away at college, I often spent time with her parents whom I got along with famously. They enjoyed me as much as I did them. On occasion I'd go to Sunday Mass with them and then had Sunday dinner as well spending most of the day there. There was an undeniable attraction between all three of us. Her mother was very smitten with me and I knew without a doubt that I could bed her easily if I tried, but her dad was the real attraction for me. He was a handsome 60 plus Daddy who dressed impeccably sharp on Sundays and inspired me to do the same. On one particular Sunday, things changed forever for us. I had arrived well before Mass time and went to the toilet after leaving my sport coat on a deacon bench they had near the bathroom. I emerged from the bathroom, and found them standing there, kitty-corner from his bedroom's doorway to the dining room's doorway. He was in his full coat and tie outfit, ready for church, while she was wearing only high heels, panty hose and bra. Her back was facing him and he was hooking up the last clasps of the bra for her. She looked back at me with a smile of nervous surprise that I'll never forget as she slowly positioned her left hand in front of her crotch and her right hand on her seat, as if to cover what I could easily see, while actually drawing my visual attention to those areas. The sight of them like this, her face, his hands on the bra hooks, and her lovely, trembling body as she held her breath in, deeply, thrusting her huge breasts forward and outward, is indelibly stamped in my mind. She looked so hot and sexy, I wanted her right there. I was growing a raging erection and she noticed quickly, her eyes already there. For some time now, she'd been showcasing those big beautiful mams in her outfits for me, but this was really a big step up in her seductiveness. Her eyes devoured me with desire. He looked equally attractive with his sport coat buttoned snugly and his tie tucked in yet bulging out as he calmly hooked up the bra's clasps. She waited until he was fully dressed before asking him for help. She also knew that I was dressing in the bathroom and would be out soon. Preferring "her men" to be in coat and tie on Sunday, she now expected it of me also. She looked up and down at my attire and the bulge in my pants as I gazed intently at her white bra, valiantly straining to hold her bountiful bosom in place. When he was done, he tapped her bottom gently sending her back to her "dressing closet" in the dining room, then looked at me and smirked before entering his own room to remove his sport coat while he waited for her to finish dressing for Mass. When he returned to the living room, looking handsome and sharp in his starched shirt and well-knotted tie, he stopped and looked at me sitting there, similarly dressed, and winked before he sat to read the Sunday paper. He, too, had noticed the bulge in my pants and kept peeking out from behind his newspaper to catch a glimpse of my erection trying to break free of my dress slacks. Finally, he stood and approached me in a ruse of getting another section of the Sunday paper from the coffee table in front of me. After making that selection he reached down and gave my cock a hard pinch through my dress pants. He chuckled as I jumped, completely surprised at his boldness. Without thinking I reached up and grabbed his crotch area and gave it a tug. He never blinked. Instead, he merely sat beside me and began to kiss my face and neck while he started to unbutton my trousers and pull them down. So there I sat, in shirt and tie with my pants at my knees, my hard cock flipped out and up with his hand wrapped around it squeezing and jerking it slowly as he kissed my face, neck and eventually my lips. He kissed like an angel and I was like putty in his hands. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and I began to rub it slowly. I could feel his sixty-something pecker coming to life inside his silky dress slacks. Without missing a stroke on my cock, he unzipped his fly and pushed my hand inside it. My probing fingers were soon wrapped around his warm and rising hardness and with little effort I pulled it out of his pants. And there we were, both dressed to the nines, kissing on the mouth and stroking with each other's dicks. As I felt my orgasm nearing, I slid forward toward the coffee table and he began to jerk me faster while licking my neck and earlobe frantically. Then suddenly, explosively, I ejaculated my large white hot load into a white candy dish on the top of the coffee table. As I began to spurt, he stopped his attention to my neck in order to direct the rest of my ejaculate into the candy dish. He grabbed some nearby Kleenex, covered my cock with them before telling me to pull up my pants. Once I was dressed, he stood and pulled my head forward onto his still-hard cock, pushing it against my lips until I opened them and began to suck it. It didn't take long for him to finish, spurting his jissom into my obedient mouth. Again handing me some Kleenex he told me to go clean up. When I emerged once more from the bathroom, she was fully dressed and ready to go, and so was he, in his sharp sport coat. He handed me my sport coat and off we went. She talked incessantly during the car ride to church, blissfully unaware that the taste of her husband's cum was still fresh in my mouth and that my glistening load of semen was drying, becoming invisible in her white candy dish. When we arrived, he parked in his favorite spot across from the church and he exited the driver's seat, buttoning his sport coat as he crossed the street. I had to delay a few minutes to help his wife from out of the back seat and then we were crossing the street together. As we were walking I heard him talking to some guys who were outside the church who told him, in Portuguese, that "his boy's (meaning me) coat was unbuttoned". He opened the church door for his wife and then let it close before I could enter. He stood in front of me, blocking the doorway and proceeded to button my jacket for me, primped my tie knot up and out, and then ran two fingers across my cheek and into my mouth; he removed them quickly and opened the door for me. As I entered, he slapped my dress-slacked ass as I passed him. His buddies on the corner howled and clapped, and he entered the church as a conqueror. Later that day, his wife went out to shop and I found myself on my knees sucking him off for a second time still fully dressed up in my coat and tie. Thus began my first master/daddy servitiude. This was only the beginning of a three year term of service. More next time.......love, Heywood.