Dad

For a couple hours, I just sit in my room, playing games on my computer, until the phone rings. I absently pick it up and answer, “Hello?”

“Hey faggot,” Dad's voice answers, and I smile instinctively. “Glad you're home. I'll be home early, this evening, whore.” While Dad's not normally home this time of day, I don't mind. Our relationship is a good one, and I'm thankful for that.

“Okay, Dad,” I reply, “So about ten minutes?”

“Yea, decided to let people go home, early,” he says, “Thought I'd give you a little advance warning before I just walk in.” That's something I appreciate a lot, being as I don't like being startled. I've never been jumpy, but I like advance warning.

“Okay. I'll be in my room,” I reply, and he hangs up. I save and quit from my game, because Dad might want to talk to me. He often likes to touch base, check in, see how my day was, let me know how his was. We always talk when he gets home.

A few minutes later, I hear the garage door open, then shut, and a moment later, he knocks on the wooden doorframe of my bedroom. I smile and wave, already turned to face the door, “Hey, Dad. Welcome home. How was your workday?”

“Pretty good, faggot,” Dad says, walking over to me and I blink up at him when he stands closer to me than usual. I stare, shocked, as my Dad casually unbuttons and unzips his pants, and his massive cock falls out, landing directly on my face.

“How was your day, fag? Anything interesting?” Dad asks. The shock in my mind evaporates as I smile up at him and lick his cock as programmed. I kiss the crown of his flaccid shaft, feeling an unexpected thrill as his cock flexes and then lifts.

“Amy texted to tell me she was ready for her first serious attempt at professional hypnosis,” I answer, licking Dad's thick cock as it hardens in front of me, “Asked if she could count on me. You know I've always been wanting to help her with it.”

“So naturally you volunteered to let her brainwash you, faggot?” he asks, and I nod, “Good, fag. It's important you be the same dependable, reliable friend as always.” I smile as I kiss my way down my Dad's cock as it continues to rise before me.

As he reaches full mast, I draw my tongue up the underside of his length, smiling up at him lovingly. I grind the tip of my tongue against his sensitive frenulum, and Dad groans in pleasure. “That's it, faggot. Show me how much you love me.”

I press a firm kiss to the crown, brushing my tongue along the slit as I lift my hands. One on his hip, the other hooking my fingers around his base, holding Dad's cock steady. I kiss my way down his underside, licking up the path that I just kissed.

“Of course I love you, Dad,” I murmur against his cock, kissing my way down one side of his prick, then licking my way up. He stands looking down at me, smiling as he maintains eye contact, one hand moving to stroke through my hair lovingly.

“You,” I say, kissing the crown, “are a great father. I love you. You work very hard. You and Mom give us a wonderful life. You give us a good home. You helped with homework.” I punctuate every word kissing down the length of Dad's hard rod.

“Then I need you to do me a favour, you sweet little faggot,” Dad groans in pleasure as he looks down at me, watching as I draw my tongue back up his cock again, worshipping him with my mouth. I hum softly, offering him very faint vibrations.

“What's that, Dad?” I ask, kissing my way back down his meat once more, keeping my eyes focused on his while he savours the sensation of my mouth. I don't know what I expect him to ask for, but as I lick my way up his cock, I don't care, either.

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