New Favourite!

Dad adjusts the position of my mouth, his crown only halfway through my lips. A heartbeat later, the first jet lands on my tongue, and my eyes flutter and widen. Dad grins down at me as he maintains eye contact as his taste and texture register.

His seed is somewhere between honey and water, thick and creamy. It flows smoothly as I move my tongue, having a rich, wonderful sweetness. For two more jets, I simply stare wide-eyed, before Dad chuckles, “Remember to swallow it, faggot.”

I swallow immediately on command, and then let three more pulses drown my tongue, then swallow, once more. Dad fills my mouth four times further, as I moan with contentment and swallow. Eighteen pulses in all, before he strokes himself.

“Last drop, whore,” Dad tells me, and I lick it off his crown, swallowing happily. “So, what do you think of my milk, slut?” His fingers stroke lovingly through my hair. He presses firm, caressing my scalp as he appreciates the texture of my hair.

“I think I have a new favourite drink, Dad!” I answer enthusiastically, dropping my eyes to his beautiful, massive cock, and then lifting them back to his eyes to renew eye contact. “May I have some more, please, Dad?” He laughs, tousling my hair.

“I'll tell you what, faggot,” Dad answers, “Your mother will be home soon. I am going to watch some television. You may join me and worship my cock, but only if you do not make a sound. I will ignore you fully while I am watching television.”

“If you manage to make me cum while I am watching television, you may have more milk,” Dad tells me, taking one step back and snapping his fingers, jerking his head. “Come, fag.” Then Dad turns and walks to the living room and I follow.

Once he reaches his loveseat, I kneel immediately, as he turns on the television. As he said he would, Dad doesn't look at me. He doesn't even acknowledge that I exist as I take my position between his legs, hands behind my back, and resume.

I kiss his shaft lovingly, then lick slow up his shaft. He didn't give me permission to suck his cock while he watches some television, only to worship, and so I focus on it. Kissing a silent path down, licking my way up, kneeling with my eyes shut.

If Dad's going to ignore me while I work on his cock, I don't need my eyes, since he won't want eye contact. I can focus on the sensory pleasure of his taste underneath my tongue, and his aroma in my lungs. Quiet and content, I worship his cock.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 15: Dad Relaxes.