His First Blowjob

I sought eye contact with my father-in-law to be sure I wasn't doing anything he didn't want. Curiosity and confusion still dominated his expression, but that could change quickly, given what I had in mind. I put my hands on his knees and stroked up the insides of his thighs. He took a deep breath but didn't stop me. Encouraged by this, I didn't hold back either and got first-hand confirmation: at least 'little Hans' seemed to be very happy, straightened up and almost grew beyond himself. The elastic bike shorts visibly stretched.

To be nice, I wanted to free him from his much-too-tight prison. A wink from Hans was all I needed as consent. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. He supported me by briefly lifting his buttocks. In no time at all, his athletic shorts and briefs, which I had conveniently taken with me, were hanging around his ankles. I was a little surprised to discover that he was clean-shaven down there.

A strong, masculine musk wafted towards me. My eyelids fluttered. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the personal touch, which spoke of physical activity and suppressed, reawakening sexuality. I noticed how my mouth began to water. And not only there. Hmmm!

I gently pushed his legs apart and after initial resistance, he quickly gave way. I leaned forward. His penis was already more than half erect and grew even further under my greedy eyes. The thing really didn't have to hide, oh no, not at all. I swallowed and licked my lips. With my tongue, I teasingly nudged the tip of the flute, which bobbed upwards as a result.

“What are you doing?” Hans asked in puzzlement.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Asking this question at that moment was just too delicious.

“Well, what do you think?“ I teased him, ”I'm going to give you a blowjob.”

He did me the favor, blushing with shame, and stammered sheepishly: “Um... well... yes, of course I know what it is... it's just that... I've... never...”

Now it was my turn to be amazed. “Never? You mean to tell me you've never had a blowjob in your life?”

He opened his mouth but couldn't get a word out. Without looking at me, he shook his head silently.

“That's not a problem, just let me do my thing. I know how it's done,” I winked at him.

I leaned forward. With the tip of my tongue, I caressed his glans, which was already half freed from the foreskin, and helped it until it was fully revealed. Hans moaned louder and louder and I could feel his legs shaking as he tensed his well-trained muscles.

Satisfied with what I had achieved so far, I put my whole mouth over his hot cock and let my tongue flit over its sensitive underside. The moaning became even louder and more pitiful. Internally, I patted myself on the back. Ah, I was good. I continued to put my all into it and soon I could taste his anticipation.

With one hand, I massaged his hard shaft. The other was around his balls, rolling them back and forth between my fingers and pressing gently.

I thought he was almost there, and let him slip out of my mouth, eliciting a quietly disappointed grunt from Hans, but it immediately turned into heavy panting as I seriously jerked him off. With a firm grip, I rubbed the slippery shaft with my saliva and his own juice. He couldn't hold out much longer.

His sperm shot out like a fountain and landed, as I had made sure, in the middle of my face, which was beaming with joy.

“How was it? Did you like it?” I grinned.