BH-104 All-Nite Sucker
All-Nite Sucker
Book House
BH-104
Jason Forbes
$3.00
Excerpt:
I dropped the pictures. Again I reached out to touch dad. He had lowered his shorts. I stroked naked whang. Hard, naked whang. Huge and silky smooth. I rubbed his cock slowly.
He wriggled away.
“Rush, we’re both hot. But we can’t—”
We could.
I kneeled and sucked his prick. The huge head filled my throat. I took it and demanded more. Dad held back until the warmth of my mouth melted his lingering inhibition. He started to pump in me, forcing the full length of his swollen joint into me. He made soft sounds, cajoling sounds, purring sounds. They culminated in a terse warning, “I’m coming! Swallow it!” His voice shook as his body heaved, twitching. “I’m commmmming!!” He didn’t have to tell me. His jumping cock poured out its throat-soothing infusion, and I swallowed the rich, creamy goodness.
Dad’s wasn’t the first prick I had tasted. I’d once spent a semester in a boys’s school in Switzerland. We didn’t play checkers there in the evenings. But taking a cock in the mouth, even actively sucking, doesn’t make you a cocksucker. You have to swallow man-cream! You have to get a thick prick jabbing between your tongue and your larynx. You have to tame it by draining it. Then you must swallow the unique salty tribute. If it’s your father’s, so much the better. A blow job breaks down father-son barriers.
Unless those pictures were put-ons, my father possessed other talents. He acted discreetly. A father can’t say, “O.K., son, you sucked me, now you can fuck me.” That would be unnatural, not to say vulgar. Dad said nothing. He opened the drawer of the night table and silently handed me the tube of KY.
Then, he turned over.
I was afraid to touch my rod, afraid I would shoot. I smeared grease over dad’s wide ass, in the crack, in the hole. I plugged the hole with my finger. Shaking, I mounted him.
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