Growing up without a mother is all I remember. It was just my dad and me. I don\u2019t remember my mother walking out on him and me because I was all of two years of age at the time. Dad tried his best at being a single parent and I tried not to rattle his cage very often because he had a temper. He never beat me, but he sure did toss a few of those fatherly stares at me, the ones only fathers can dish out. If you all know that old saying, \u201cIf Looks Could Kill\u201d then you know what I mean. Fathers have a knack at doing that without uttering a word. When you see one of their eyebrows twitching staring into your eyes you automatically know that you\u2019ve done something to piss him off or you\u2019re in big trouble. My Dad would sometimes talk with his eyes telling me to go to my room also signifying he\u2019d deal with me later without opening his mouth.<\/p>\n
The odd time I fled to my room waiting his arrival that could have been fifteen minutes to two hours thereafter kinda made you stop and think of what you did to piss him off. By the time, he entered my room tapping ever so lightly on my bedroom door to announce himself I had usually figured out what I had done and the consequences I might have to face.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what do YOU think should happen to YOU for whatever I had done?\u201d He\u2019d asked leaning against the back of my door. \u201cHmm, maybe I should be grounded?\u201d I asked praying what I replied was enough to satisfy his question. \u201cAnd how long do you think that you should be grounded YOUNG man?\u201d \u201cHmm, one day?\u201d I would exclaim remembering to look at him because if I didn\u2019t while responding he\u2019d order me to stare into his eyes replying to his question. \u201cA day, one day eh!\u201d He\u2019d utter staring me down. \u201cTWO?\u201d I\u2019d ask with my voice squeaking when he didn\u2018t respond. \u201cAnd no TV for how long would you say?\u201d He\u2019d usually ask. \u201cHmm, one day?\u201d \u201cThat sounds, hmm, hmm, hmm, how long?\u201d He\u2019d ask rubbing his chin or tugging his neatly trimmed goatee if he didn\u2018t care for my reply. \u201cOkay Dad, no TV for two days!\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s better,\u201d he\u2019d reply opening my bedroom door with one hand behind his back. \u201cJust a thought Yuvraj,\u201d dad would whisper backing out of my room. \u201cYes Dad?\u201d \u201cIf we don\u2019t learn from our mistakes what happens?\u201d He asked. \u201cWe are given stricter punishments!\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s a good thing to keep in mind,\u201d he\u2019d reply closing my bedroom door.<\/p>\n
If I was misbehaving around our house doing something petty all Dad had to do was fake a cough if he caught me. In addition, if I hadn\u2019t done a chore like taking out the garbage he\u2019d wait until we were in the kitchen at the same time and he would stare at the cupboard neath the sink until I clued in. Nonchalantly, I\u2019d get up and remove the trash stuffing it into one of two bins at the side of our house. When I got back, he\u2019d be staring at the sink using his eyes to tell me to make sure I washed my hands before doing anything else. God forbid if I didn\u2019t wash my hands after using the john! \u201cDid I hear water running after you finished?\u201d Dad would ask when I had exited the bathroom. I\u2019d high tail it back into the can to wash up.<\/p>\n
I was 18 when my Dad began drinking excessively. The odd night he\u2019d venture into my room drunk as a skunk when I\u2019d be sleeping. He\u2019d park himself on the side of my bed and he\u2019d talk to me in the darkness thinking I some long lost friend. \u201cIt\u2019s me Dad, you\u2019re drunk!\u201d I stated several times sitting upright telling him to go to his bedroom to sleep it off.<\/p>\n
The following year my father stopped drinking. We never talked about his binging the year prior. He decided to get back into shape again after gaining fifteen beer pounds. He worked diligently and he bought a membership down at our local YMCA. <\/p>\n
\u201cYou need a friend Dad,\u201d I said when I was sixteen and a half. \u201cDo I really?\u201d He asked. \u201cYes you do, you don\u2019t ever go out at night to do anything.\u201d \u201cLike what?\u201d \u201cPlay pool, meet friends for coffee, I don\u2019t know, meet ladies, something Dad, I don\u2019t know,\u201d I answered. \u201cI\u2019m not interested in meeting women,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
If only Dad could have read my mind after uttering the statement about not being interested in women. I had to stop myself replying because I was going to add, \u201cI\u2019m not interested in women either!\u201d I bit my tongue fighting off what I had almost uttered. <\/p> \n\n
I wrestled with myself for months on end asking myself, \u201cI wonder if Dad knows that I\u2019m gay?\u201d I pondered on whether or not to tell him my secret. The odd time he\u2019d ask me if I had a girlfriend at school. \u201cNo Dad,\u201d I\u2019d reply whispering. He didn\u2019t pursue it further until the following month before asking me the same thing usually while eating breakfast together.<\/p>\n
On my nineteenth birthday, my father surprised me buying me an old car that he had worked on in his garage. Many times, I\u2019d sit on a stool watching him restoring the vehicle that he said he\u2019d sell one day when he was finished bringing her back to life. He had rescued the old gal from the wreckers when I was 16. \u201cOne day i\u2019ll finish and she\u2019ll look brand spanking new!\u201d He\u2019d utter. When he said the car was mine, I almost feinted. I had to promise to keep her looking new and I vowed that I would.<\/p>\n
The following year in early June, I finished high school with honors thanks to Dad overlooking my homework and or grilling me before final exams. \u201cI never finished high school let alone ever went to college. You\u2019re gonna be the first in our small family to attend college and get a degree!\u201d Dad said a few times rubbing the top of my head making me squirm begging him not to mess my locks. Sometimes he\u2019d stand behind me massaging my shoulders if I was working on a book report reading back every word that I had penned before handing in my assignment the following day at school.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s gonna be awful lonely around here when you leave for college,\u201d dad whispered from behind his newspaper with me sitting opposite him at our kitchen table. \u201cNo it won\u2019t Dad, I won\u2019t be living on campus, i\u2019ll be home everyday.\u201d \u201cNo you won\u2019t, you\u2019ll be so darn busy studying and spending ever free minute with friends, it\u2019s okay son I was just talking to myself,\u201d he\u2019d reply. \u201cYou have to meet someone Dad, you need friends.\u201d \u201cDo I indeed?\u201d \u201cYes Dad you do.\u201d \u201cAll the guys I know hang out at the bar after work. If I do the same thing i\u2019ll drink and get drunk.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t have to drink booze, drink soda-pop, drink water or drink juices!\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know Yuvraj, I really don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t you ever want to get married again?\u201d I asked poking the center of his newspaper. \u201cNo I do not,\u201d he answered lowering his paper telling me not to poke it. \u201cWhy not Dad?\u201d I asked staring into his blue-gray eyes. \u201ci\u2019ll get married when you get married,\u201d he shot back grinning ear-to-ear flashing a perfect smile. \u201cSorry Dad, that\u2019ll be the day, I\u2019m never getting married!\u201d \u201cThat makes two of us then doesn\u2019t it?\u201d He asked.<\/p>\n
I paused wondering if the moment was right to reveal my secret to my father. I had thought of writing him a letter but I ripped it to shreds half way thru the note. It felt ridiculous writing to say, \u201cHi Dad\u2026oh yeah, and by the by, I\u2019m gay!\u201d<\/p>\n
It was now or never, I figured. \u201cDad, can I talk to you?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n
He lowered his newspaper folding it in half creasing it placing it beside his breakfast plate. \u201cWhat is it Yuvraj?\u201d He asked sitting back in his chair folding his muscular tattooed arms across his broad chest. \u201cYes son?\u201d He asked staring into my baby-blues. <\/p>\n
I cast my eyes down staring at my empty plate and dad faked a cough. I raised my head staring at him. \u201cI\u2019m gay,\u201d I whispered. \u201cCome again,\u201d he replied wide-eyed. \u201cDad, I am gay.\u201d \u201cI thought that\u2019s what you said,\u201d he responded. \u201cDon\u2019t get upset eh,\u201d I said watching his left eyebrow twitching. \u201cDid I say that I was upset?\u201d He asked. \u201cNo Dad, but your eyebrow is twitching,\u201d I answered. \u201cThat damn thing,\u201d he whispered using the back of his hand to rub it. \u201cAre you disappointed with me?\u201d I had to ask. \u201cShould I be?\u201d He asked in reply. \u201cDon\u2019t talk like that Dad, I\u2019m not nine years old anymore, answer me!\u201d \u201cNo is my answer.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s why you\u2019ve never seen me with a girlfriend.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s what I figured when you were 18,\u201d he replied stunning me. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you say something?\u201d I asked. \u201cWas it my place to ask and what would you have replied?\u201d He asked. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I whispered. \u201cLet me tell you something about your old man I sort of thought you already knew,\u201d he said uncrossing his arms placing his large hands at the sides of his breakfast plate.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned into the table staring into my eyes. \u201cDid you ever think that your old man might be gay also?\u201d He asked. \u201cWHAT?\u201d I asked stunned sitting back in my chair gazing into his eyes. \u201cHave you?\u201d He asked. \u201cNo, never of course not, you can\u2019t be gay,\u201d I answered relaxing and smiling thinking my Dad was joking around. \u201cWhen have you ever seen me with another woman?\u201d He asked sitting upright. \u201cLike neverrrrrr,\u201d I whispered pausing, staring into his blue-gray eyes. \u201cExactly and you never will, not that I have anything against women other than I do not wish to have sex with them,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
Without thinking, I rambled, \u201cThen why haven\u2019t I ever seen you with another man?\u201d \u201cShould I ask you the same question!\u201d He shot back. \u201cI\u2019m sorry Dad but I just don\u2019t believe you.\u201d \u201cAnd why not?\u201d He asked gazing into my eyes. \u201cBecause since I can remember you\u2019ve always been around, you never go out or do anything other than work on your hobbies, stuff like that.\u201d \u201cMaybe you didn\u2019t watch close enough or at all times and besides how could you?\u201d \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d \u201cFirst of all I wasn\u2019t around every second you think I was. Don\u2019t worry Yuvraj I never left you alone and went out gallivanting even when I used to drink too much or do you remember?\u201d \u201cOf course I do.\u201d \u201cWell, I\u2019m no angel, are you?\u201d He asked cracking a smile.<\/p>\n
Dad continued smiling watching me blush crimson red. \u201cI don\u2019t have a boyfriend if that\u2019s what you mean,\u201d I replied. \u201cAnd neither do I.\u201d \u201cHave you ever had a boyfriend?\u201d I asked. \u201cNot to speak of, have you?\u201d \u201cNot really Dad.\u201d \u201cSeems were two of a kind eh?\u201d \u201cIt seems so Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Since dad was talking openly and honestly, I had to ask, \u201cWhen was the last time you had fun with another guy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad uncrossed his arms pausing before he replied. \u201cDefine fun!\u201d He exclaimed. \u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d \u201cWell Yuvraj let\u2019s just say it\u2019s been a while and leave it at that. Do you have your eyes set on someone, another guy?\u201d \u201cNot at this time I don\u2019t,\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou take the summer and relax Yuvraj, I don\u2019t want you working, we\u2019re doing fine with my wages, very nicely I might add. You take it easy this summer and keep the house in order and the yard and i\u2019ll do the rest, okay Yuvraj?\u201d \u201cI can get a part-time job!\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s no need to do that, we\u2019re doing just fine and I\u2019m proud of you for graduating with honors.\u201d \u201cThanks Dad, really,\u201d I whispered smiling ear to ear. \u201cAnd you\u2019re a handsome devil at that, did I ever tell you?\u201d \u201cNot in so many words,\u201d I answered beaming. \u201cYou\u2019ll never be an ugly mug like your grease monkey old man that\u2019s for sure,\u201d he replied. \u201cDon\u2019t say things like that Dad, you\u2019re handsome, you have a great body and there\u2019s nothing wrong with being a mechanic, nothing!\u201d I exclaimed. \u201cI\u2019m not really a mechanic son, I don\u2019t have my license.\u201d \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter Dad, you\u2019re a mechanic aren\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cI suppose I am,\u201d he whispered dropping his gaze. \u201cAre you ashamed of yourself?\u201d I asked telling my father to look at me. \u201cA little I guess you could say, a little.\u201d \u201cBut why, tell me why Dad?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cWell son, I never even finished high school and I wasted a few years goofing off as a teenager,\u201d he replied. \u201cYou can always get your GED equivalent and all teens goof off,\u201d I said smiling. \u201cI goofed off and got a bunch of tattoos didn\u2019t I?\u201d He asked stretching his arms at his sides. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with your tattoos,\u201d I replied. \u201cDid you know that I used to ride a bike?\u201d He asked. \u201cA bicycle?\u201d I asked staring into his eyes watching him burst into a fit of vigorous laughter shaking his head side to side. \u201cA bike, a motorcycle, a Harley!\u201d He bellowed chuckling. \u201cWhen Dad?\u201d I asked surprised. \u201cI got rid of my bike when you were four or five, don\u2019t you remember?\u201d He asked. \u201cI don\u2019t ever remember you having a motorcycle; did you ride with a gang?\u201d I asked. \u201cNothing serious but your mother sure did when she left me,\u201d he whispered telling me something I never knew about her. \u201cTell me Dad, what happened?\u201d I asked. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t all that special; she decided to hook up with some Pritamlal-Blow who belonged to a big rich family. She said that she was sick of being tied down needing her freedom.\u201d \u201cSo she left just like that?\u201d I asked. \u201cWell, not just like that, we weren\u2019t getting along the two of us. We should never have gotten married, big mistake\u2026not that I regret you being born, no way son never do I regret not having you okay?\u201d \u201cI know Dad and thanks.\u201d \u201cSo, she took off with some biker dude we used to know, well she knew him much better than I ever did and do you know something Yuvraj?\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d I asked. \u201cI never missed her, not a day has gone by that I even think about her not being around and I hope you\u2019re not upset that you got cheated out of a mother?\u201d He asked. \u201cI don\u2019t remember her so how could I miss her, its cool Dad, really it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was mid August when came home one day carrying a two-four of Budweiser on the top of his left shoulder and a bag in his other hand from the LCB (liquor control board).<\/p>\n
I was in the kitchen tossing a salad. \u201cWhat\u2019s that stuff?\u201d I asked when the case of beer landed on the kitchen table. \u201cWhat\u2019s it look like?\u201d He asked reminding me that he was on vacation for the following three weeks. \u201cI know what it is Dad but what\u2019s it for?\u201d I asked watching him emptying the bag placing a bottle of rye whiskey and a bottle of Kaluha on the table. \u201cI thought that we could do some real celebrating before you head off to college.\u201d \u201cDad, I\u2019m not heading off to college. I\u2019m not going anywhere, the college is less than two miles away and i\u2019ll be home everyday just like when I was in high school!\u201d I stated. \u201cOh no you won\u2019t not all the time!\u201d \u201cTake that stuff back Dad, I don\u2019t want any and you don\u2019t need\u2026\u201d I said not finishing my sentence. \u201cDon\u2019t tell me what to do Yuvraj!\u201d Dad snapped. \u201cSorry Dad, I\u2019m not hungry, i\u2019ll put the salad in the fridge along with the cold chicken and potato salad, i\u2019ll see you later,\u201d I replied shoving the food into the fridge before exiting the kitchen heading to my room.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe a stuffed shirt, see if I care!\u201d Dad bellowed when I left the room. \u201cGo to hell!\u201d I shot back wishing I had kept my trap shut slamming my bedroom door.<\/p>\n
Dad was making a racket rummaging around the kitchen. I pictured him drunk as a skunk within two hours. I heard loud rock music playing in the living room and an hour later, I heard my father trying to sing along with different rock bands. He sounded like a wounded animal and he must have thought that he sounded like a rock star because he continued singing his heart out.<\/p>\n
It was around ten o\u2019clock when I heard something crash! \u201cWhat the hell are you doing down there!\u201d I hollered from the top of the stairs asking dad if he fell and hurt himself. \u201cDamn coffee table\u2026fuck it!\u201d He bellowed before singing a new tune. His voice sounded hoarse.<\/p>\n
I felt like running downstairs to give him shit for acting like an idiot. I returned to my room pissed off with my drunken father. The loud rock music ceased for a half hour and I couldn\u2019t hear a fucking thing coming from downstairs. My bedroom door was wide open.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I go downstairs and see what the hell he\u2019s doing?\u201d I asked myself wondering if he had passed out on the floor or sofa.<\/p>\n
My foot touched the top stair and I had to lean to the side grabbing the banister when I a loud blast of music caused me to shudder. Some such noisemakers were rocking the night away with Dad leading the band. <\/p>\n
I decided to go downstairs to see what my father was doing. I squatted taking my time descending the stairs handing onto the banister in case I was hit with another surprise.<\/p>\n
I was halfway downstairs when I sat on a step turning my body peering thru the spindle rails peering into the living room.<\/p>\n
I gasped covering my mouth! My father was standing hanging onto a beer in one hand and his other hand was gripping the outline of his rigid prick thru his denims rocking his hips back and forth squeezing his stiffy. He had tossed his shirt over the chair in the corner and his socks dangled from two candlesticks on the fireplace mantel. His left shoe sat atop the TV and his right shoe was nowhere in sight.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, yeah, yeah,\u201d dad sang trying to keep up with whoever was also trying to sing strumming an electric guitar. I couldn\u2019t make out the lyrics. I hated rock music, pure noise and crap but dear old dad just loved it!<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, yeah, yeah, so fucking horny!\u201d He declared squeezing his horizontal boner.<\/p>\n
I gasped again when Dad leaned back jutting his hips forward squeezing his dick meat. He placed the neck of the beer bottle to his boner rubbing it back and forth moaning and groaning rubbing it more firmly. When he tilted the bottle, he poured beer along his horizontal shaft. It looked as though my father had pissed himself. He tilted the bottle up touching the head of his prick inside his jeans soaking his knob before giving it a squeeze. It looked as though his knob was stuck to his hip!<\/p>\n
Dad stood upright tilting his head back stretching his muscular arms at his sides gripping the beer bottle in his left fist. He jutted his hips forward and I could easily see the outline of his hardon. Dad dropped the empty bottle of beer on the carpet at his side. Singing his heart out, he moved his right arm. His right fist locked onto his bulge giving it a hard squeeze casting his head down staring at what he was doing. My father grunted. \u201cSo fucking hard!\u201d He declared, tossing his head back squeezing the outline of his prick.<\/p>\n
Dad stretched his fingers with his arms at his sides before bringing his hands together. I thought he was going to say a prayer but he didn\u2019t. He placed his large palms on his hard semi-hirsute chest. He rubbed his pecs. He pinched and twisted his nipples. He tugged them moaning and groaning. <\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s fingers dug into his washboard abs pinching each of his ripples before he stuck the tips of his fingers into his wet tight denims. \u201cFuck yeah,\u201d he moaned with one or two fingertips caressing the head of his cock stuck to his hip.<\/p>\n
Dad extracted his fingers. He unbuckled his belt before removing it. He tossed it over his shoulder. I didn\u2019t look to see where it landed because my father undid a brass button at the top of his jeans. He tugged them and I thought he was going to split his fly down the center but his jeans didn\u2019t have a fly zipper. He was wearing button down denims.<\/p>\n
Dad undid two of the buttons. Gyrating his hips for a few seconds before he stopped to give his prick another hard squeeze. \u201cFuck yeah, so fucking stiff,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrop them Dad, take them off,\u201d I heard myself silently whisper with my right fist inside my jeans and briefs squeezing my dick meat. My belt was unbuckled, my fly was undone, and my prick was oozing like a bitch. I squeezed my knob coating the inside of my fist. I withdrew my hand from inside my briefs. Staring at my hot looking father, I licked my palm before sticking my fist into my briefs again.<\/p>\n
My father shimmed his hips unbuttoning all five buttons. He pinched the sides of his hips lowering his jeans. He wasn\u2019t wearing underwear! His big dick popped out of his denims rock hard bobbing up and down curved upward. His thick cut prick was nine hard inches!<\/p>\n
His jeans tumbled to his ankles shaking his legs and his hairy low hanging plump balls came into full view. I squeezed my meat oozing precum while staring at my horny father pulling his jeans off his feet stepping out of them. He kicked his denims to the side looking down at his upright stiff prick.<\/p>\n
Dad cooed like a horny pigeon using the tip of his finger to caress the underside of his bone hard dick. He pressed the head of his dick into his abdomen moaning and groaning before wrapping his fist around his hot looking prick.<\/p>\n
Jutting his hips forward, Dad leaned over. I gasped! The head of his cock entered his mouth! He sucked it softly moaning before pulling his head off his knob. \u201cMmm, mmm, mmm,\u201d Dad moaned licking his lips. \u201cSo fucking hard,\u201d he whispered squeezing his big cock.<\/p>\n
I had a perfect fucking view when my father turned to the side a few inches leaning over again taking his prick into his mouth. He sucked his knob hard. He moaned and sighed. His dick sunk deeper and deeper into his oral cavity. He grunted when his knob entered his throat. I gulped gasping for air! Dad released his stiffy reaching for his furry low hangers giving them a tender loving squeeze. My father moaned pulling his head back. He sucked his knob again giving his testicles another loving squeeze. \u201cMmm, mmm, mmm,\u201d dad softly moaned working the head of his prick.<\/p>\n
I stretched out my legs lowering my jeans and briefs down around my knees. I raised my T-shirt tucking it behind my head. My knob was stuck to my gut and he was oozing. My piss slit winked a few times and then I wrapped my hand around my stiffy. I oozed scooping it up with the side of my thumb before I sucked it watching my dad moving his head back and forth self sucking his boner. I was so temped to suck my cock but I dared not turn away from watching my horny drunken father.<\/p>\n
My hot nude father pulled his head off his prick. He mumbled murmuring sampling his spent clear nectar. He began licking his engorged knob and he teased his pee hole with the tip of his tongue before twisting his prick working his dick ridge. \u201cGotta suck him again,\u201d my father, whispered taking his knob into his hot mouth yet again.<\/p>\n
I rubbed my piss slit with the tip of my thumb. I oozed a long thread of precum. I had to suck my knob just for a minute. Handing onto one spindle I leaned forward taking the head of my prick into my mouth. I moaned softly giving the head of my prick one long hard suck before pulling my head off my bone hard stiffy. My spent nectar tasted so good.<\/p>\n
My father stood upright jutting his hips tossing his head back pumping his cock faster and faster. He was gasping and panting and then he started grunting when his low hangers banged the side of his fist and knuckles.<\/p>\n
I was too involved watching my father while squeezing my prick. I could no longer hear the loud rock music blaring in the background staring at my father\u2019s throbbing stiffy.<\/p>\n
\u201cGonna blow, gotta cum so bad!\u201d Dad groaned releasing his prick.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t stop now!\u201d I silently blurted gasping for air.<\/p>\n
Dad parked his ass on the edge of the sofa leaning back resting his neck on the back of the couch with his right hand wrapped around his boner pumping it vigorously with his furry low hangers jumping around.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s gonna blow his loads all over himself,\u201d I said to myself slowly pumping my stiffy.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s heels dug into the living room carpet. He elevated his butt a few inches pounding his dick meat squeezing him more firmly pumping faster and faster.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s furry chin touched the top of his chest staring down at his hardon. \u201cCum!\u201d He bellowed. \u201cShoot!\u201d He hollered. \u201cBlow baby blow!\u201d He yelled staring at his prick.<\/p>\n
Dad pinched the base of his stiffy whacking his washboard abs with the head of his dick. \u201cCum!\u201d He shouted tapping his hard gut.<\/p>\n
My horny drunken father released his prick. The head of his cock slapped his gut. He gripped the sides of his head watching his boner twitching and jolting. \u201cCum!\u201d He commanded.<\/p>\n
A ribbon of his hot manseed rocketed out of his dick barrel when his prick stood upright. His spent cum arched, and his knob slapped his gut. Dad groaned and his dick stood upright again as his first rope came crashing down splashing his chin and chest. His second wad flew out of his prick followed by a third and forth rope splashing his face, chest and gut. Dad released his head placing his hands at his sides. He was breathing hot \u2018n\u2019 heavy.<\/p>\n
I looked at the head of my dick. My piss slit winked. I lowered my head as fast as possible creaming my lips before the head of my dick entered my mouth.<\/p>\n
I had to release the spindle because my body was squirming. I sucked my knob hard feeling my prick squirting four more times.<\/p>\n
\u201cSHIT!\u201d I bellowed sliding down the balance of the stairs landing on my bare ass at the foot of the stairs.<\/p>\n
When I dared to raise my head, Dad was standing at my feet staring down at me. He was rubbing his spent spunk into his chest. He wiped his chin before licking his palm clean.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee what you did and see what you get for watching me jerk-off!\u201d Dad said laughing turning around shaking his furry ass cheeks. \u201cShake your ass one more time and i\u2019ll fuck it!\u201d I shot back sitting upright. \u201cWho\u2019s stopping you!\u201d He declared entering the living room swishing his rear end.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Growing up without a mother is all I remember. It was just my dad and me. I don\u2019t remember my mother walking out on him and me because I was all of two years of age at the time. Dad tried his best at being a single parent and I tried not to rattle his […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16988","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-incest"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16988","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16988"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16988\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16988"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16988"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16988"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}