Balls Deep

“I will warn you when I am about to release,” Dad tells me, maintaining eye contact as I swallow around the thick hilt that stretches my lips taut. “When I do? Freeze.” I moan in confirmation of his order, as my lips slide up his cock to the crown.

For a few minutes more, my mouth slides down, my tongue suppressed but flexed wide to cradle his cock. I swallow, each time his crown enters my throat, until my lips reach his hilt. Then I moan once more, as my soft lips start to ascend again.

Dad growls in arousal, the sound a low, soft, warm rumble, that I delight to hear. I maintain eye contact, waiting quietly to hear the warning, the command. His order to freeze, exactly wherever I am on his cock at that second, and simply take it.

Dad wants me to immediately freeze, as if paused like a video, when his orgasm hits. I am more than content to accept his rules, because I am already working to service him. I like the fact he is literally telling me how to do that most effectively.

“Close,” Dad says, as my lips reach his hilt. My lungs full of Dad-scented air, I lock my lips around his base, swallow around his cock, and hold my breath. I feel his meat pulsing, my throat conforming around the shape of most of Dad's thick shaft.

Dense cream floods the lower half of my throat, Dad's cock more than halfway down into it. I swallow around him, at each pulse, and between each pulse. I maintain eye contact, as I ensure my throat is always empty, ready to receive more cum.

For around two minutes, and a dozen and a half pulses, his heavy cream pumps into me. I can feel the weight of it settling in my stomach as I look up at him. Once the pulsation subsides, I swallow once, then a second time, and then a third time.

“Good, faggot,” Dad says after my fourth followup swallow, milking his cock until he's fully emptied, “Up, now. Breathe.” My mouth slides up obediently, slow and smooth, until his cock leaves my throat. I moan, all the way up Dad's thick cock.

When my airways are unrestricted, I breathe in the aroma of his musk. He smiles, watching as my mouth rises until even his crown slips free. He ruffles my hair, then strokes it back lovingly, straightening what he messed up. “You did so well.”

“I need to release a second load, faggot. Will you provide me further service?” I love the fact that I've been sucking Dad's cock for two hours, already, and he still asks if I'll continue letting him use me. No entitlement, no authoritative demand.

Just my amazing, incredible Dad, telling me I did well in servicing his cock, and asking for more. I nod immediately, with a warm smile for him. His teeth gleam in my bedroom's artificial light as he beams down at me. “Oh, yea. Absolutely, Dad!”

I couldn't exactly ask for a raise in my allowance, anyway. Even the twins are too old to have one. Now if we want money, what we need to get is just called a job. I work while I attend university, each year, to earn money to fund my necessities.

Dad rests his hand on top of my head, and I wait for him to decide how to use me.

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