Into My Mouth

The culmination of two hours on my knees, the first feeling of Dad's cock in my mouth made my heart skip a beat. I looked up at him, as I had been, and he pulled my head backward, upward, leaving only the tip of his crown embraced by my lips.

“Stay, faggot,” Dad commanded, and I froze, smiling around his crown as the first pulse of his seed pumped into my mouth and onto my tongue. My eyes fluttered, but I didn't recoil, I didn't move a muscle. I froze immediately where I was for Dad.

Dad watched my face, staring deep into my eyes with his own irises of brown diamond, as he filled my mouth. He watched, waiting, as he stroked his fingers through my hair. After the fourth pulse, Dad offered me a permissive order. “Swallow.”

I did, swallowing twice to down a large mouthful of cum. When he nodded after the next pulse, I swallowed again, and set to repeating the act after every pulse. Dad's cream was thick and heavy, rich and flavourful, his taste sweet on my tongue.

I happily took every drop of his release, keeping my eyes fixed up on him. I smiled lovingly, letting my Dad feed me every milligram of his seed, until the last pulse. I watched him squeeze the last drops from his cock, out to the tip, just for me.

Greedily licking it up from his crown, I swallowed the last vestiges of his sweetness. He pulled my head back, and I quietly opened my mouth, allowing Dad to confirm I had swallowed. Dad smiled brightly at me with clear, unmistakable approval.

“Good, faggot,” Dad said to me simply, “I will let you have a moment to catch your breath. I am going to need to use you a second time, however, to fully satiate my needs. Do you mind?” I blinked up at the question and tilted my head a moment.

“Of course not, Dad!” I shook my head, scooting backward when he nudged my balls, making room as he stood up. I looked up at his hard cock in front of my face, then up farther to make eye contact. I smiled at him, licking his thick rod lovingly.

“Good, such a good little slut,” Dad praised me, and I smiled, continuing to lick his cock, “I was going to give you a chance to make a request, but I can see that you just really love my cock. So instead, I promise that I will feed you the next load.”

“Aw! Thanks, Dad!” I answer immediately, looking up at him affectionately as I draw my tongue up his shaft, then deliver a trail of kisses down from his crown to his hilt. When I reach his balls, I flex my tongue wide, licking my way back up it.

“You're welcome,” Dad replies, “I do need to make sure my faggot is well-fed, don't I? Just because you're a fag does not mean I don't still have paternal duties to attend to.” I snicker a little bit involuntarily in response. Dad chuckles at me.

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