Balls Deep

For two hours, I rest on my knees, all my focus on Dad's cock, looking up into his bright eyes of dark brown diamond. Dad smiles down at me, content and proud, as my lips trail kisses down his length. I smile up at him, flexing my tongue wider.

Pressing as much of my tongue to him as I can, I lick long and slow up his underside. He curls his fingers slowly, relaxing, then curling again, massaging my scalp as I worship his phallic shaft. Dad's teeth gleam in the living room's mixed light.

Dad alternates between warm, soft growls of arousal and elation, and murmured words of praise. He tells me what a good faggot I am as the tip of my tongue grinds skilfully against his frenulum, what a worthy whore I am as I kiss a path down.

Every word is adoration and praise, love and pride, as I worship Dad's cock, kneeling nude before him. My eyes focused up on him, I can feel his heartbeat underneath my tongue. Every lick, every kiss, his beating heart pulses through Dad's girth.

When the first pulse of his need arrives, his fingers curl and he pulls my hair. I blink up at him questioningly, moaning an inquisitive sound to him. Instead of answering, Dad pulls my mouth to his crown, and then quietly pushes me down on it.

My lips stretch so taut it stings, and I breathe in deeply as he forces my mouth down on him. I keep my eyes on him as he does, my throat conforming around his phallic length as Dad's hand drives my mouth to his hilt, feeling him pulse in me.

I moan, but while the sound offers Dad pleasurable vibrations, it doesn't even reach my own ears. The first pulse of thick, creamy seed pumps into the lower half of my throat, and I swallow around him. I suck hard on the root still on my tongue.

I swallow hard after each pulse of his cock, drinking the milk that he offers. My eyes flutter as I look up at him, barely able to maintain eye contact for the position. He pushes me down, though, just enough to be able to maintain it while I drink.

“You look so beautiful on my cock, faggot,” Dad praises me, stroking my hair lovingly while holding my head down on him and smiling. “You feel marvellous, as well. I am going to need a second round. You don't mind offering me more service?”

I moan in the negative, to let him know I will let him use me for his second round. I wouldn't want to leave him like this, unattended, or worse still, underserved. I moan lovingly, sucking hard on his root, holding my breath while he's pulsing.

When it finally abates, I swallow around him a few times, before he pulls my head up slow. Milking his cock of every drop, direct into my throat, I take it all into my stomach. I gasp for air, flooding my lungs anew with his scent, as soon as I can.

I take a deep breath, looking up at him, as Dad lets me catch my breath. He nudges my nuts, and I pull back a little bit, just enough to let him stand. Once I'm clear, he stands up, keeping one hand on my head, his cock standing proudly before me.

“You're such a good little fag,” Dad smiles down at me, “I'll let you catch your breath for a moment longer before I use you again. It'll give me a chance to decide how I wish you to service me next. I can tell that you enjoyed attending me, whore.”

Dad is not remotely wrong about that. Everything about the experience was nice, for me. Even him pulling my head up to his crown and then pushing me down on his cock, making me take it all. I liked his assertiveness, the sensation of his cock.

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