Big Mike's Boy

by Richard Peter Johnson

  I started stroking him and he moaned in my mouth while our tongues intertwined. God, my dad was such an amazing kisser. Put that at the top of the list of things I’d never thought I’d ever say. We made out pretty hot and heavy while we jerked each other off for a few minutes. Eventually, he pulled away and said some truly magical words.

  “Can I suck your cock, son?”

  What was I going to say? Hell, no you can’t suck on my cock? Of course not! Perish the thought.

  “I would love that, dad,” I replied. Hey, if he was going to call me son, then I was going to call him dad. And in a way, it made what we were doing all the more erotic. And taboo.

  My dad switched from kissing my lips to kissing my neck. He even sucked on my earlobe a bit before moving down. He stopped at my chest so that he could lick, suck and nibble on my nipples. I’d always known that they were sensitive, but I didn’t know how that could be worked to my advantage. Well, now I did. Lesson learned. Dad seemed to know just the correct amount of suction to use, how hard to nibble and just the right way to pinch and twist the one he wasn’t stimulating with his mouth. I never knew anything could feel so unexpectedly wonderful. I mean, sure, when he put my cock into his mouth- I knew that would feel good. But no one had ever taken the time to stimulate my nipples like my dad was now doing. And I loved him all the more for it.

  He kept it up until I was writhing in the bed, lost to the sensations he was giving to me. My hips jerked of their own accord, sliding in and out of my dad’s giant hand. I think he was afraid I was going to cum too soon, because he released my cock and nipple at the same time and whispered,

  “Not yet, son. Not yet. Hold it.”

  I tried to force myself to calm down, but it was so difficult. I mean with him rubbing my manhood while sucking and pinching my nips… And let’s not forget that I still had that dildo in my ass, if you recall. It was lots of stimulations all happening at the same time. It was no wonder I was ready to pop before he even got me into his mouth. It took over a minute for my hips to stop thrusting and gyrating, trying to find some way to innervate the sensitive nerves in my prick. I slowly caught my breath and was able to re- center myself.

  “You good?” he asked. I just nodded. “Okay, then.”

  He slid further down my body and “forced” me to spread my legs so he could get between them. Soon his face was so close to my genitals that I could feel his hot breaths breezing over my dick. I looked down in time to see him draw a deep breath through his nose. He was smelling me. More specifically, he was smelling my manhood. I could understand that. The scent of my ex’s balls had always excited me for some odd reason. Glad to see I was not the only one who liked the scent of man junk. He looked up at me and smiled. He locked his eyes onto mine and opened his mouth before slowly letting my cock slide between his lips. At that moment, my head damn near blew out of the top of my head. My dad’s mouth felt so warm and wet inside. He immediately put that talented tongue of his to work once more, running it all around the head.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, as though the taste of my precum tasted better than the sweetest and richest of desserts.

  He took me deeper, but slowly, oh, so slowly, working his tongue the entire way. I felt the back of his mouth and figured that was all I was going to get, but my dad surprised me. Without so much as a single gag, he forced my prick down his throat and sank his mouth down until his nose was pressed against my sparse pubic hairs. Then he did something even more amazing- he stuck out his tongue and rubbed it all around my ball sack. Wow. Just wow. Dad was pretty good at this blowjob business. I felt him swallow and his throat muscles massaged the entire length of me. It was fucking incredible. If he kept this up, there was no way in Hell that I was going to be able to hold back for long.

  He pulled his tongue back in and my cock out of his throat. He started moving his head up and down, bouncing his nose against my pubis, each time popping my cock into his deep throat. Now, admittedly, my dick wasn’t anything special. It measured about 7 inches and was about 6 around. Above average, perhaps, but nowhere near as massive as his. I was almost scared about having to reciprocate and take that monster into my mouth. But just the thought of finally being able to taste it after admiring and lusting after it for so long erased those fears almost immediately.

  I felt something tickle my backside and realized that dad was in control of the dildo. He slid it in and out of my hole in time with the swallowing of my pole. I was being fucked and sucked at the same time. My ex had done this once with me, but he’d used his finger. This was on an entirely different level. The size of the toy penetrated me deeply, stretching me out a bit with each thrust. I loved the way the veins on the thing rubbed against my prostate, stimulating it with every stroke. Oh, God. I wasn’t going to last long. This was just too much for me.

  But dad was also an expert at reading my body. He’d suck on me good and hard for several minutes, bringing me right to the edge before stopping and letting me calm down. Then he start right back up again. There was a delight to this, in a way. It let me enjoy what he was doing to me for longer. But there was also sheer torture, how he did this. I wanted to cum. No, I needed to cum, but he just wouldn’t let me. After the fifth time, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I got right up to the point of shooting my load and felt him slowing down once more. No, I couldn’t do it. Not again. I put my hands on the back of his head and began slamming my hips up into his face. I know he was strong enough to pull away, but he didn’t. No, he just let me fuck his face until I slammed up hard, shoving my throbbing dick deep into his throat while he did the same to my hole with the dildo.

  “AAIIGGHH!!!!”

  I screamed as my load was finally able to escape the confines of my balls. I never knew I could cum so hard or so much. It felt as though every drop of fluid in my body was being used and shot out of my cock. It was an incredible orgasm for me. But it didn’t faze my dad in the slightest. He drank me down, moaning “Mm, mm, mm” over and over again. It was fucking amazing. Best damn orgasm of my life… up until that point, that is.

  As my body slowly came down from such a dramatic high, my dad entertained himself by gently licking my cock, making sure that he got every last, little drop of my cum. Sometimes he’d hit some rather sensitive nerve, making me jump and squirt out another drop. He’d start gobbling it down before it even had a chance to fully exit my body. Incredible. Just fucking incredible. My dad was a world class cock sucker.

  A few minutes after my last spasm, my dad must have figured that I was done. My udder had no more milk to give. He let me drop from his mouth and slid up next to me. He pulled me onto his hairy chest and held me tenderly, not saying a word. I felt safe and loved. After several minutes, I broke the silence.

  “Dad?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Oh, liked that, did you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “But not just for that. Thank you for taking me in. For… for loving me. You didn’t have to, but you did. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you how much I appreciated it.”

  “You never had to, son. Just watching you grow and prosper was all the proof I needed that you were grateful. I love you, Noah.”

  “I love you too, dad.”

  More silent snuggling followed. He never asked me to touch him. He never asked me to suck on him. He just held me close and loved on me silently. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep in his arms.

  4

  I felt my dad slip out from underneath me a short time later. When I cracked open my eyes, I saw his naked ass heading into the bathroom. A few seconds later the sound of urine hitting the water in the toilet hit my ears. He was peeing. And that sound made me have to pee, as well. I got up and noticed that the light coming in through the window was dimmer than I had expected. How long had I been out for? Maybe it was just cloudy. I walked into the bathroom while my dad was still standing there. I watched the amber colored fluid as it left his prick and splashed down into the toilet
. Dad noticed me standing there and waved me over.

  “You… uh… ever tasted it before?”

  “What?”

  “Piss. Have you ever drank some?” he asked. It seemed like a rather ridiculous question. Drink piss?

  “Why would I want to do that?” I asked, trying to not sound completely repulsed at the thought.

  “Because it tastes good.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh huh. Want to try some of mine?”

  “Not… right now, if you don’t mind. The first thing I’d like to lick off of your cock is precum, not urine.” I said, suggestively.

  “Oh, are you offering to blow me?”

  “Yes, dad. I want to suck your dick.”

  “Well, hot damn! That sounds like a plan to me.”

  He had a big smile on his face. Perhaps he didn’t think I planned on reciprocating. Oh, but I did. I can’t put into words how badly I wanted to. His stream finally dribbled to an end and he stepped away. I took my place, aiming for the bowl and let loose, my piss splashing away in the toilet. I saw him staring at it.

  “Do you want to drink it?” I asked him.

  “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” my dad replied.

  “It’s no problem. Not like you haven’t had my dick in your mouth and drank fluid from it before,” I said as I pinched off the flow.

  My dad sat on the toilet with a smile and opened his mouth. I pushed my cock in and tried to relax the best I could. Okay, maybe I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, so I couldn’t get it to come out at first. I had to bear down a bit before any would start to flow. It started as a little dribble, but soon it was a full on torrent. I could hear my dad gulping it down. He even pulled my cock out of his mouth so that I could see it squirt and splash inside of his mouth. It kind of turned me on and my cock started to get hard. As my flow slowed, dad put me back in and sucked on it a bit, trying to draw out every drop. He pulled away with an,

  “Ahh,” as though he’d just chugged an ice cold beer on a hot summer’s day.

  “Does it really taste that good?” I inquired.

  “Wanna’ find out?”

  “Maybe. Too bad you pissed already,” I said.

  “Hm,” my dad replied. Then he stood up and kissed me, shoving his tongue in my mouth before I had a chance to argue against it.

  What I tasted… Well, it wasn’t horrible. It was tangy, to be sure. Perhaps a bit bitter. But… not bad. Nothing I’d ever crave, mind you. But not bad. I might try to drink it from him sometime. But not now. No, now I wanted to taste something else of his.

  I turned and grabbed his hand, “dragging” him back to the bed. I turned him and gave him a bit of a push. He fell back onto the mattress and readjusted so that he was in the middle. Without a word, I climbed on, straddling him. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply and passionately. He responded in kind. I could feel his cock grow hard, sticking straight up and occasionally touching my asshole. My thoughts immediately turned to how it would feel having him inside of me. I’m sure it would be simply amazing. But that was for later. Right now I wanted to feel it in my mouth.

  I broke our kiss and slowly slid my way down his body. I gave his nipples the same treatment he’d given mine. Boy, did he enjoy that. He wrapped his arm around my head as though I was a breast feeding baby and would not let me go for a few minutes. He moaned and groaned as I gave his nipples lots of attention. And his nips were so large! They stuck out like a woman’s. I didn’t know if it was natural or not, but it kind of excited me. The only issue I had was that I’d gotten a few of his chest hairs into my mouth while I “breastfed.” At least dad manscaped a little. His body hairs weren’t as long as they could be. I’d actually helped him trim them down more than once. He liked them to be just long enough to still feel soft, but not short enough to poke a person.

  When he finally released me, I continued my journey down to where my goal stood proudly. I’d never been this close to his fire hose before. It was even more impressive than I’d previously thought. The veins running under the thin flesh looked almost as tempting as the clear, viscous fluid dripping down it. I wrapped my hand around the base as best as I could and gave it a gentle squeeze, making it plump up even more. I stuck my tongue out. I had maybe half a moment’s hesitation where I thought about how sucking my dad’s dick might be wrong. But he was only my dad in spirit and love, not by genetics. So no, this wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t wrong in the slightest.

  I touched the tip of my tongue to the thickest vein and traced its path from where it bulged under my hand all of the way to the top where it disappeared under the purple head. Along the way, I was able to collect quite a bit of the copious precum oozing down his shaft. I pulled my tongue inside of my mouth and got my first real taste of my dad’s own brand of juice. It was heavenly. A bit salty, yes, but there was an unexpected sweetness to it. My ex’s cream had always tasted bitter. But not my dad’s. I would have been willing to collect it in a cup and drink it down. It just tasted that good.

  I went back down and found another vein to follow. And another. And another. Each swipe of my tongue allowed me to lick up more of him. I was in heaven, as was my dad. He kept sucking in air and moaning with each journey my tongue made. I hadn’t intended on stopping, but was forced to because on my last trip I got to see a nice drop of clear liquid evacuating through the tip of his cock. I wanted to get it into my mouth before it dribbled down him. I latched my lips around the head of his prick and sucked, as though I was drinking a milkshake through a straw. I was rewarded with a nice volume of the stuff I’d been lapping at. Oh, it was divine.

  I felt my dad’s hand on the back of my head, softly encouraging me to take more of his rod inside. I opened up as wide as I could go and did just what he had silently asked me to do. When he touched the opening of my throat, he wasn’t even halfway into me. I’d never deep throated before. With my ex, I kind of didn’t have to. His dick was smaller than mine. But dad was different. Very different. He was going to be a challenge. One that I was more than happy to accept.

  I tried to produce as much saliva as I could and coated his prick with it, making it good and slick. I did a few practice runs as I bobbed up and down, letting it hit the opening to my throat over and over again in a desperate attempt to weaken my gag reflex. I took a few deep breaths before I finally went for it. I could feel him rounding over the precipice that was the back of my tongue. He curved into my throat and my esophagus began to stretch. I forced it in, not caring if it was actually damaging me or not. I wanted it. I wanted him.

  “Fuck yes, son. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  I had no intentions of stopping. I kept forcing more and more of his massive meat inside of me until I could no longer hold my breath and was forced to back off. I’m not sure who was more disappointed by this momentary weakness, me or my dad. I took a few rapid breaths and when my lungs were inflated enough, I went back for more.

  As he slid in again, I noted that I was passed the halfway point on him. I never thought that I’d actually be able to take so much in. Of course, I never thought I’d ever suck my dad’s cock, so… I tried for more and managed to sneak in about another inch. God, this was going to be impossible. There was no way I’d ever get this thing down. Especially not if I had to keep backing off of it so I could breathe. Speaking of which…

  “Come on, son. You can do it. I know you can. Just relax your throat and your mind. Don’t think you might be able to, know that you can. I believe in you,” my dad coached me as I tried to catch my breath. “And learn to breathe around it. It’s possible, you know. I did it with you.”

  “But you’re so much bigger than I am,” I gasped. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.”

  “Not with attitude, you won’t. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t waiver. Just do it,” he said with such confidence, that I just had to believe him that I’d be able to do it.

  I took another deep breath and went down. Within moments I was passed where
I’d been a few seconds before. I was doing it! I forced him in harder and harder. I was going to do it. I was going to suck all of my dad’s cock into my mouth. I believed I could. Well, I did until my air gave out again, at least. I was sliding back up when I felt my dad’s hands on the back of my head.

  “Breathe around it,” he hissed. “Through your nose.”

  I tried. I tried to get air in around the thing that was completely occluding my airway. And it didn’t work. I tried to come back up again, but dad held firm. What the fuck? Was he trying to asphyxiate me?

  “Do it! Breathe around it!”

  I tried again, but still no dice. I opened my eyes and noted that my vision was getting dim. I saw red fireworks popping off. I knew that these were signs that I might pass out from lack of oxygen. I tried to lift up once more, struggling against my dad’s strong hands, but it just wasn’t happening.

  “You can do it, son. Trust me.”

  Well, either I couldn’t and was about to die or I could and discover something new and wonderful about myself. My head was starting to spin. In my last desperate conscious thought, I forced myself to try one last time. At least I knew that if I failed and started to die, my dad was an expert in C.P.R. I tried hard and was able to force out the carbon dioxide that was flooding my lungs. That was a start. Now if only I could get some fresh air in… I sucked hard, my diaphragm getting sore from the attempt. But slowly I could begin to feel fresh air filling my lungs. I had done it! My vision returned to normal, for the most part. Another forceful breath took it the rest of the way. I could do it. I could breathe around that massive cock that my dad wielded. Oh, there was no stopping me now. I began to bob up and down again, now with a renewed vigor.

  “Oh, I knew you could do it, son. Now suck my cock. Suck your dad’s cock good and hard!”

  And I did. I kept forcing his mighty cock down my throat over and over again, each time managing to get just a little bit more inside. I kept my eyes shut for the most part, enjoying what I was doing, maybe as much as my dad was enjoying having it done. He was encouraging me the whole time, saying what a good son I was and how thrilled he was to finally be doing this with me. Imagine my surprise when I felt something tickling my nose. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but my dad’s thick patch of pubic hair. I was nearly there. All it would take was a little more effort on my part. Of course, I put in the effort on my next dive and thrilled to the fact that my lips were now touching his pelvis. I even went so far as to stick my tongue out a bit and lick his balls a little. My dad cried out in pleasure.