My encounters with "Daddy John" became more frequent (and exciting) after the initial facefuckings he gave me. He developed a randy boldness that was impossible to resist and more and more I found myself on my knees sucking his dick on a Sunday. He made sure I was invited for Mass and Sunday dinner more frequently and especially when his daughter (my girlfriend) was away at school and unable to join us. His wife thought I was falling for HER womanly charms and stepped up her wily attempts at seducing me having no idea that I was only there to service her sexy husband's seemingly insatiable lust for my mouth. He arranged for her to be called away or taken shopping by a friend so that he could spend that time alone with me. Dressing up impeccably sharp and expecting the same from me was a cornerstone of our daddy-boy relationship. Many times he would pinch my ass or give my half-stiff stalk a pinch through my dress slacks when his wife wasn't looking or under the table at dinner. The pattern of his seduction was simple, she would go out and when he was ready he would stand up, adjust his tie knot and cross the room to where I was sitting. He would hold out his hand to help me stand and once I was up, he would play with my tie knot while kissing my face, lips and neck. Moving his hands down to my crotch, he would rub my penis through my dress pants, making me stiff, horny, and very susceptable to his efforts. He would walk me across the room, back to his favorite chair, rubbing my cock and ass simultaneously as he led me there. He would sit and tell me to kneel. By the time I was done kneeling, his cock and balls were out, on display and ready for service. Rubbing the tip of his cockhead across my lips for a few minutes was his way of teasing me into a frenzy, making sure that I was begging for it before he would allow it to enter my willing and obediant mouth. He was a beautiful man who had beautiful genitalia and I had found my vocation. The taste and feel of his cock in my mouth were perfection. I would service him passionately, throroughly sucking down every drop of his ejaculation. He would be clean and dry before he'd put his pecker away. Sometimes he would reward me by jacking me off into the candy dish or one of the bathroom sinks as we looked at each other in the vanity mirrors. He was sexy and seductive, with a beautiful smile and voice. When he wanted me, I could never resist or deny him. One important part of our dynamic was that I stood almost a foot taller than John. This meant he could easily suck my nipples as he jerked me off, which he loved to do. The sight, as seen in mirrors or other reflective surfaces, was very erotic as the towering younger man was mastered and milked by the smaller older man. As he realized what a good and obedient boy I was being for him, he began to increase his advances toward me with quick grabs on my crotch, pinches on my tits, and slaps on my ass, all out of view of his watchful and lustful wife who was convinced that my bulging trousers were caused by her tight and revealing clothes. Poor dear had no idea, any sexual interest I had once had in either her or her daugher was now erased by my new duties as her husband's cockboy. Daddy John was dedicated to developing me into a consummate fellatio artist. Although he never sucked MY cock, he trained me to accept my duties and perform them willingly. Few words were ever spoken and weren't needed, I knew my role. As months passed, Daddy John began to branch out in his sexual proclivities with me, advancing into fantasy fulfillment. One time, he arranged for a neighbor friend of his named Charlie to join us and watch me suck his cock. Charlie sat across the room from us, pants down and cock up, jerking himself off into the famous white candy dish as I pleasured my master. Charlie begged John to let me blow him too, but I was not allowed to taste either the cock or cum of anyone except Daddy John. This was a very important time for me in my sexual development as a submissive. I adored this man and enjoyed helping him to explore his long-held needs and fantasies, but what came about on the one year anniversary of our relationship I never expected! More soon, love Heywood.