Balls Deep

For the entire duration of our first time, Dad maintains his gentle, slow pace. His movements show fluidity, smoothness, the kind of control that is incredible. I can hear his soft moan, as he drives into me with each steady forward roll of hips.

He continues to control himself, even as his cock starts to pulse. His eyes remain focused on mine, clear and dark and so vivid, with a proud smile. I breathe in the aroma of his musk, each time Dad sways forward, to push deep into my mouth.

I swallow the moment his crown passes into my throat, and repeatedly, until his nuts touch my chin. I blink up at him in silence, taking it as even his pulsing doesn't change his pacing. I moan soft, letting air out of my lungs, as he withdraws.

I breathe in only as he drives in, inhaling his scent until his cock obstructs my airways. He paces himself so my lungs are full, just before his crown cuts me off. This time, as his balls touch my chin, Dad does not withdraw, he holds himself in.

I know what that means. His hand on my head slides forward, to the back of my head, and he holds me down on his rod, not hard, but firm. I won't be sliding my mouth off his cock until he's done, but he doesn't want to hurt me with his grip.

I can feel his seed flood the lower half of my throat as he pulses, and I swallow on him. I suck as best I can, with his thick cock suppressing my tongue. I flex it as best I can, to service the root in my mouth, while swallowing around Dad's shaft.

He releases, for around two minutes and a dozen and a half thick ropes, his breath a heavy inhalation followed by a low, warm, rumbling moan. I like the sound of Dad's pleasure, the controlled breath but the irresistible need for him to moan.

It fills my ears like the beat of a bass drum, all the way until the pulsation ends. When he doesn't pull from my mouth my eyes flutter, and I swallow a few more times to milk him of all he has. Dad smiles proudly, his hips swaying back only then.

“Good boy, faggot,” Dad praises lovingly, “I am extremely proud of you. You handled that so well. Very few sluts have ever taken my cock so completely on their first time. If my firstborn is going to be a faggot, I couldn't ask for better than that.”

Something about the way Dad says that just makes me happy. I moan soft on his cock as he withdraws, breathing in on his cock before the crown reaches my lips. He continues to pull back, until even the crown slips out of my mouth, swaying up.

“Glad to hear it, Dad,” I answer, since he's pulled out fully, maybe to allow me to actually speak to him, again, “Thank you. You taste really good, and I love the aroma of you. You're still super hard, though, Dad, do you need ... more service, still?”

“I do,” Dad replies, looking down at me questioningly, “Are you offering? You know you don't have to unless you want to.” By way of answer, I lean forward, flexing my tongue wide as I lick Dad's cock, drawing my tongue from his hilt to his helm.

“Yes. I am offering,” I answer, “Go ahead, Dad, use me again. However you want.” Dad cups my cheek with one hand, with his thumb stroking lovingly, as he slaps my other cheek with his cock. He grins down at me, delighted I'm offering myself.

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