The.Daddy
-----by SonShine-----
28:05:08
SonShine: evening Sir.
The.Daddy: boy
SonShine: are you busy Sir? i like your photos
The.Daddy: don't call me Sir
SonShine: ok
The.Daddy: call me Daddy
SonShine: ok
The.Daddy: got that boy?
SonShine: yes Daddy
The.Daddy: better.
There was a long pause as my fingers drummed on the keyboard, seeking out something to say to this man who didn't even have a photo on his profile. Just a name and a cock size and the promise that 'you will learn to suck my cock' filled in.
The.Daddy: what u into boy
SonShine: older guys
The.Daddy: good
The.Daddy: where u?
SonShine: North London
The.Daddy: nice
TheDaddy: How old are you boy
SonShine: 16
The.Daddy: How old boy
SonShine: 16 Sir
The.Daddy: u look young boy, if yr lying to me you'll be in serious trouble
The.Daddy: do u understand boy
SonShine: yes sir
The.Daddy: gonna need to see some ID boy.
I hesitated, scratching my bottom lip against my top front front teeth. I had been warned about giving away my identity online. This was the kind of thing you had to watch out for.
I held my rail card photo ID up to my webcam and took a photo, renamed it your_son.jpg and posted it to the email address given.
Then silence.
SonShine: Sir?
SonShine: Daddy?
The.Daddy: i need a boy to come round and suck Daddy's cock
My cock sprang to attention in my underpants painfully hard in seconds.
The.Daddy: nice and deep
SonShine: where u Daddy?
The.Daddy: North london.
The.Daddy: you like giving blow jobs boy
The.Daddy: u good with your mouth
SonShine: yes sir
Sonshine: Daddy i mean
The.Daddy: good boy
The.Daddy: sending some more pics
SonShine: thankyou
My inbox bleeped. TheDaddy's profile consisted simply of a basic description of himself
Profession travel Height 5' 11" (175 cm) Body Type Average Ethnic Origins Caucasian Hair Brown Eyes Blue General Attire Casual Out Yes Dick Size Large Cut / Uncut Uncut Body Hair Hairy Orientation Open Minded Role Active Safer Sex Always Smoke No Drink No Drugs Never
and a single photo of what looked like an obscenely fat daddy cock, half-erect, veins tracing up the underside, foreskin rolled halfway over a shiny full glans with the tanned back of one hand and some of his stomach, both covered in black fur, also showing. In 'about me' he had written
want a son who can service Daddy regularly and deep especially when i wake up with a hard-on
He knew how to market himself. I was sold. He sounded exactly like my own Dad - husky, hairy, horny. Perhaps he would smell like my Dad too.
My inbox beeped. The first photo was taken from below - he must have set the camera on the floor and stood over it in his underpants, a foot on either side of the lens. The flash picked out every dark hair on his inner thighs, and the bush escaping from the legs of his white underpants. His skin was tanned and the overstretched pouch of the white pants were lightly yellow-stained.
The second photo was a tightly framed close-up of his cock, this time rock solid, glistening, every wrinkle and vein in sharp focus. His cock had that reddened, swollen look that suggested he'd been playing with it a long time before he took the picture. This picture was taken from between his powerful legs; behind his cock was the curve of middle-eage paunch, blurring out of focus into darkness and beyond that the glint of his eyes in the dark. My own dick spasmed and strained in my crotch.
The.Daddy: Boy
SonShine: Yes?
The.Daddy: Send me some pics boy, show me what I'm getting
SonShine: Yes Daddy
I hastily selected three photos from my private gallery and attached them to a message. They were a photo of me on my knees looking up at the camera, a picture of me stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room and a photo of my hard-on taken in the bathroom.
There was a pause that lasted forever. After half an hour I went to log out when a single sentence popped up onscreen.
It said:
upstairs now.
Daddy turned the screen of his camcorder around, flipping it so that it faced me. There I was on the screen, my face almost fully obscured by the white curve. As the camera refocused, the points of light in my eyes from the bedside lamp shone. They looked fearful and wide. In the bottom corner of the screen the word REC blinked in bold red letters and a stopwatch ticked off the frames.
'How long have you wanted your Daddy?' Daddy's voice rumbled from behind the camera. 'How long have you wanted to eat his cock?'
'A long time,' I replied, my words muffled by his bulge, his big white bulge that stood out like the moon on the LCD screen, eclipsing the Son, the sparks in my eyes just like in Daddy's photo. It seemed like days ago when he'd sent it.
'How long?' He pressed my face harder into his bulge as it firmed up steadily. I struggled to breathe through the fabric, his humid aroma drowning me.
'Years,' I replied, 'as long as I can remember.'
'Who's your Daddy?' he asked.
'You are.'
'Who's your boss?'
'You are.' My voice trembled in terror. It was the most frightened I'd ever been. Talk about worst-case-scenario...! I'd never felt so ashamed of my dirty desires or so caught out. How had I found the strength to leave my room? Traipsing the stairs with weak knees, knocking on the door as softly as I could, still working out in my mind how I could dash out of the door and disappear forever... But then when the door opened and Daddy had been standing there in his underpants, lit from the side by the white glow from his computer, I knew I couldn't go anywhere, ever.
Dad filmed my face, aimed the lens down over my nakedness. 'How many men have you been meeting through that site?' he asked.
'You're the first,' I squeaked, ready to pass out with fear. 'I've never met anyone for real, just cyber.'
'Just cyber,' Dad echoed. 'So you've never tasted a man's cock.'
'No Daddy.'
'But you've thought about it a lot.'
I felt my face burn red. Dad laughed and rubbed my head, rolling my face around against the hidden firmness of his cock and balls.
'Come on then,' he commanded. 'Suck it boy, pull em down and get that mouth to work on what it was made by and for. Isn't that right boy?'
'Yes Daddy.' I hooked my fingertips over the waistband of his underpants. This meant burrowing slightly under the furry overhang of his gut, his fuzzy stomach bristling against the backs of my knuckles.
'Well your training starts tonight boy. We're gonna get you trained up so you can earn Daddy some cash. You're a cocksucker now boy. What are you?'
'A cocksucker.'
'Who's cocksucker?'
I pulled down his pants. Dad's big meat sprang up, smacking me lightly on the cheek on it's way up, leaving a wet smear on my face, before slapping against his lower belly and bouncing into place at a fierce angle from his body, proud and high. I looked straight into the camera.
'Your cocksucker Daddy.'
Daddy sighed, deep and long, before clearing his throat. His cock blocked my face on the screen, wider than my mouth, longer, it seemed, than the measurement from my chin to the top of my head. His cock trembled with his heartbeats, marking out the countdown to the loss of my innocence. As if he were thinking the same Dad said, 'your first blowjob, boy, caught on camera. You ready to become a man?'
As a silence dragged out, I counted the pulses of his cock. 8, 9, 10...
'Yes Daddy.'
'Better open your mouth then boy.' Dad inhaled slowly, grasped his fat shaft and pulled downwards, angling his erection toward my face and rolling back his foreskin simultaneously. 'Mmm, Dad's a little sticky,' he commented. 'Come on and clean Daddy up.'
The fat head of his cock was right up in my face, almost inside my open mouth. It was clear what Daddy wanted. He wanted me to make the move. The smell of him was so intense now, so sexual and adult I rocked a little on my knees, drunk on his hot smell and his utter control.
My eyes were drawn to the screen as I leaned in to embrace my father's cock, envelop it with my mouth and accept the fate he had chosen for me. My mouth stretch wide to accomodate him, my tongue lurched forward to lap at the wet and shiny surface of his cock.
'Oh...' Dad breathed as my lips slid over the tip of his cock. My tongue strafed over the underside of his cockhead, between the two polished lobes of his glans, steeped in salty Daddy secretions and tangy on my tastebuds. The camera dipped and swayed, taking in Dad's hairy bush, the curve of his gut, the shine in my eyes and my wet mouth as I cleaned Dad's enormous fucktool, the mechanism that conceived me and made me everything I am.
I worked my tongue into the grooves where his foreskin joined his cock, the crevice that led up to his piss slit, which belched a glob of sweet pre-cum into my mouth and I swallowed it, pasting it across my tongue and the roof of my mouth. It was a gift from daddy, a delicious treat like his sweat and the lingering taste of piss that glazed his shiny fat cock head.
'Come on boy, I want to hear you slurp,' Dad growled. 'Get on it boy, suck your Daddy.' He grunted as I twisted my head from side to side and suckled at him loudly as he demanded, making sleazy noises, appreciative grunts and sighs that told me he was really getting off on having me on my knees, degraded for his pleasure.
Dad gasped aloud as my top lip rode over the engorge ridge of his cock head, sucked clean of his secretions and slick as glass. I looked into the glowing screen on the camera and saw the piggy greed written over my face, my carnal hunger. I felt charged with an incalculably important task; that of bringing my Dad, the adult male I admired and respected more than anyone, to a loud and thundering climax with my hot mouth.
'Who's Daddy's dirty little pig?' Dad asked. I moaned in response, spit dribbling down my chin as I slurped at his stiffness, his engorged male pride and my shameless cocksucking dipping in and out of focus on the camera as it shook in his tight grasp.
'Yeah, Dad's dirty little pig boy, hungry for cock.' Dad grunted. 'How's that cock taste, boy? You like the taste of your Daddy's hot dick? Gonna be Daddy's full-time cock cleaner from now on. That's it, work on it, doing a great job boy, good little queer.'
I glanced up to meet his gaze but the camera obscured him and instead my own eyes, blank green-white discs dilated in pleasure and greed, gazed back. My mouth was stretched open obscenely but amazingly Dad's fat meat was only half-way inserted in my mouth. The ropey veins stood out on the skin of his thick meat, contrasted against the smoothness of my teenage skin. It felt as though my head were fully impaled on his dick, I couldn't believe it was only halfway in! I sucked fiercely and Dad's groans went up a notch in volume. His hot male stink was suffocating, tangy, arousing and the noises of pleasure he made spurred me on. I had to swallow his full length.
Tremors ran through his legs, interrupted by muscle spasms. Sweat twinkled around the base of his cock amongst the net of his black hair and I licked it away greedily, Dad's wetness smeared around my mouth and mixed with my own tears and saliva. I roughly licked his balls, enjoying the slickness of his hairy scrotum as they rolled over my top lip and down my cheeks, his balls and my face together. There seemed to be something apt about all of this, as if my face belonged down here with his sweaty tackle.
Dad filmed me gobbling him off a while longer then told me to stop. I pulled my head out of his crotch and sat back on my feet. The camera paused on my face and from behind it came more questions.
'So you like Daddy cock, boy?'
'Yes Daddy.'
'Want more?'
'Yes Daddy.'
'How you feel about a suck party, a bunch of my pals come round, drop their shorts and you blow them, one at a time.'
A shudder of excitement crawled up my back. 'I'd love it Daddy.' I hesitated. 'Am I good, Dad?' I asked. Daddy's response was to pull me forward, back between his legs, where the warm smell of his balls dominated everything.
'Kiss it,' Dad commanded. I leaned forward and planted a kiss over the piss hole, relishing the wet feel of his shiny bulbous cock head against my lips. 'Now hold there,' Dad said. 'I'm going to teach you the proper way to suck cock and then I expect you to be able to perform your duties without needing to be told what to do. Understand? From now on Daddy gets his cock sucked every morning before he leaves for work. You come into my room at 6 and you get started. You do not miss this appointment for any reason. Is that understood?
Something like shame and gratitude froze my jaw for a moment and I hesitated on the cusp of committing to something that I wouldn't be able to turn back from. I felt like this next act was like signing a contract with him I would be bound to forever.
'Yes.'
'Yes what?'
'Yes Daddy.'
'Good. Now keep your mouth where it is and stick out your tongue.'
The stiff wet tip of my tongue prodded forward and spread flat under the broad head of his dick. As it touched the moist groove there Dad's eyes closed and he made a low, animal sound.
'... Mmmmm, yeah, that's good. I remember what it's like you know, horny teenage boy, too distracted by your cock to concentrate on anything. You think about it all the time, don't you? Think about your dick. Your cock makes all your decisions for you. Well now this cock makes all your decisions for both of us. Understand?' He thwapped his cock down on my forehead like a rare steak. 'Now kiss it, c'mon, pucker up, get nice and close... that's, there. Good boy. Now squeeze it with your hands from here to here,' He tapped his finger from the base to just behind the folds of his retracted foreskin. I took my hands from his balls and clamped them around the shaft. Dad pushed my head back with one hand so my lips lost contact with his cock and as my hands neared the end of his cock, a pearl of clear fluid formed as it was squeezed out. 'That's for you,' Dad said. 'Go ahead, lick it up.'
His eyes held mine as my tongue slid out and up the end of his proud cock. The fluid was tangy and syrupy. Automatically my hands slipped back down to his dark mess of pubic hair and squeezed the full length of him again. This time a big dribble surged out and ran over my tongue and I groaned in pleasure. I was never going to let Dad's cock out of my mouth again. I looked up and wondered if he loved me as much as I loved him.
He gripped his shaft and squeezed hard until the the skin covering the bulbous head of his cock shone as tight, hard and shiny as an apple, and coached me to kiss it sloppily, getting spit all over it, licking it from the open groove of his piss hole. On the camera screen, still flipped around to face me, I saw strings of my spit connecting my mouth to Dad's cock, saw my tongue greedily scouring his beautiful appendage as it protruded from his tight fist.
Soon my mouth was battering at the top edge of his hand, wetting his thumb and knuckles as more of his cock head slpped into my mouth and I fought to reclaim the shaft. Dad's hand moved slowly, revealing more cock to me a hair's breadth at a time. He fed me his dick and filmed, and before I knew if I was bobbing on his cock with furious determination. The only sounds in the room were the wet squelching of my mouth and the pleased grunts coming from Dad. My own image met me again and again as I lunged my head, fucking my throat down for Daddy, enveloping his shaft with the velvet smoothness of my dedicated attentions. It was easier now to service him properly, to angle my head and time my thrusts to maximise his pleasure and keep him teetering on a peak of sexual excitement.
Then he pulled out, pushing me back at arm's length.
He said, 'I need you to beat off now, Son, I need you to be focused. You have to trust me, OK?'
'Yes Daddy.'
He swapped the camera from one hand to another, keeping it trained on my face, which sparkled with sweat, sticky pre-cum and spit. I released my belt and the button on my jeans and wrenched the lot down to my knees and gripped my dick. My hands had become accustomed to wrapping around a real man's shaft, Daddy's big cuntsplitter of a tool, and my dick felt tiny in them, immature. His fur swept down his chest, all glistening, thickened darkly between his legs and furred the back of his arms like moss in the dimness of the room, lit mainly by the camera's glow. I was small between his legs; father and son, the mighty and the meek. He lifted his cock from the black thicket across his belly and aimed it forward, instructed me to kiss his cock head again and keep my lips firmly placed there, sealed, and then he told me to start beating off. The sight of him holding and offering me his thick penis was almost too much for me.
I slurped the slippery pre-cum that had pooled inside his cock. 'That's it, suck it down boy,' he whispered, and I began to suspect what was coming next. 'What are you boy?' he asked. 'A cocksucker,' I replied, talking with the tip of his cock in my mouth. Dad groaned and let go, releasing a piping hot stream of piss in my mouth. I clamped my lips closed around his dick just in time and sucked gently, swallowing, and he paced himself out, measuring mouthfuls of piss steadily into my mouth and down my gullet. All I could hear was the blood in my ears and dutiful swallowing, and the squeak squeak squeak of my fist blurring as it worked on my cock. I've never become accustomed to piss, never enjoyed it, but as Dad urinated inside me I was overcome with erotic passion for him. He was deliberately dominating me, making a cocksucker and a man of me with a baptism of hot piss. 'Nearly there boy, keep it up,' he encouraged. 'Doing a great job boy, that's it. Keep beating. Feels good, doesn't it?'
'Mmm!' I replied, licking that sweet sensitive underside of his brutal dick. His stream slowed to a hot trickle and his cock bucked and pulsed, swelling in response to my tiny lick. I glowed with pride that I had thi control over his intimate pleasure and licked again, causing an even more strained involuntary clench which pressed up on the roof of my mouth. I came.
Moaning vibrations up Dad's meaty dick through my mouth, as I gulped down the last of his salty adult piss and at the other end of me the agonising pressure burst free, squirting a heavy load out hard over Dad's hairy legs and feet. I wheezed and gasped as my body seemed to wilt with the release, swallowing between heaving breaths, and Dad ran the camera over the spunky aftermath of my boygasm. 'Not bad!' Dad exclaimed, his brown eyes alight. 'Want to see a real man's load?'
'Yeah!' I panted, my face lit up in miniature on screen.
'Want it in your mouth?'
'Yeah!'
The camera focused on my face, then Dad's cock, then my face, as if comparing the two. Dad flicked off the auto focus and spun the lens until both my shining face, with piss drops still running from my mouth, and his glistening cock stood out in fine detail. His manhood was simultaneously the ugliest and most beautiful thing I have ever seen; lustful, veined and flushed deep crimson with colour, but perfectly proprtioned, masculine and overpoweringly virile. I was giving my Dad a blowjob. And he was filming it. Happiness I never knew I could feel poured through me.
'Time to finish up, boy!' Dad hooked one hand around the back of my head and fluidly slipped me back onto his dick. His shaft plunged into my mouth and I sucked my cheeks in to caress his tender shaft as he had taught me. I felt educated now, I felt I knew how to bring pleasure to my father's cock. 'Now you've shot your load you can focus better,' he said, 'concentrate better. Understand?'
'Yes Daddy.' I was excited by the way my voice sounded as my tongue battled with the imposing meat thrust up against it, and by the smile on his face he liked it too.
'Got a big load for you boy,' Dad groaned, taking in my sucked-in cheeks as I lingered on his shaft. 'Take it slow.'
I pulled back to the tip of his dick til my lips met over his sticky piss-hole, tightened my fingers in a circle at the thick base, buried in his pubes, and drew the skin of his dick tight. Then, slower than a garden slug I sucked, pulling my head forward as slowly as I possibly could, drawing my mouth down his cock. His cock head worked its way down my gullet like a fist, easing past the loose knot of my throat with confidence and pulsing with self-confidence. Dad fingered my ears and stroked my head as I sucked him. He spread one hand under my chin and moaned when he found the protruding bulk of his dick there, working inwards with stealth.
It was excruciatingly slow. I kept his dick pulled tight and sensitive and made love to it, playing to the camera. Dad began to sweat again and tremble, his legs sometimes kicking up, his whole body occasionally spasming as I licked from the root of his cock to the tip, slow, slow, slow as possible, savouring him like a last meal. Oh Daddy. Whimpers leaked from his lungs and his body seemed to relax more, sinking into the bed. I moaned for him and to him and my cock wagged, still hard as steel, neglected while I worked Dad's balls in my palms. His leg hair seemed to crackle with electricity against my arms.
'OK,' Dad sighed, 'OK, here goes boy, here it comes.' His own hushed talk seemed to spur him on. His body cranked into a higher gear, his heartbeat pulsing dangerously in my mouth, sweat pouring from him. The heat in his crotch was stifling. He grunted, pulling me closer, then he seemed to lose patience with my ultra-restrained slow sucking and began to shove my head down on his cock with sharp yanks on my hair, back and forth at high speed like he was rubbing one out on his own, like a swift, sleazy wank he was getting out of the way. His pelvis ground forward, as if a deep animalistic part of him wanted to thrust his cock right through me as it could go no deeper. His one free hand forced my face right down into his crotch and then his cock exploded in my throat. Pulse after pulse as jizz spat into my stomach. Dad pulled out fast and sprayed more on my face, painting me in hot spurts. 'Oh fuck!' Dad growled. 'There's your spunk boy, there's Daddy's spunk.' He slapped my hands away, lost in the moment, held the back of my head while beating off furiously with the other hand, pumping out his hot seed in projectile globs that splattered over my face and churned from my mouth. I gazed up at him, my jaw slack, spunk still hurling from Dad's cock. He looked in pain, completely vulnerable, completely lost in the orgasm I gave him. I felt such power and gratitude as he shot twice more, spraying my chin and forehead with fertile Daddy spunk.
He lay back for a while and I admired his stomach lurching up and down, listened to his breathing slow and watched his cock gently and slowly return to a softer state. I felt a bit used and sleazy with Dad just laying there, not speaking. When it finally rolled from his stomach down between his legs I leaned forward and cleaned it, slurp slurp slurp. Daddy was thick and heavy on my tongue, leaving trails of his spent wad in my mouth as fast as I could suck and swallow them. When I glanced up he was re-watching the footage on the camera.
'Go on Son, get off to bed,' he instructed softly. 'You've got a big day tomorrow.'
Ss.
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