Helping Dad: Book One: Suspended
Suspended
Helping Dad: Book One
Timon Ruhl
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Excerpt
I knelt back by the tub and soaped up my hands again. He lifted his good foot and I cleaned it. When he dropped it back into the water, I worked my way up his thick, hairy leg. The course hair over the muscles sent tingles up my arms.
When I got close to the top of his leg, I was afraid to look up.
“What are you stopping for?”
“I…”
“Don’t be a baby. We’re almost done.” He shook his hips and his cock slapped his thighs. “This and my ass—”
“Your…”
“Do it.”
I took a deep breath, soaped my hands, and laid them back where I’d left off. When I went up another half inch, my hand knocked the head of his dick.
Get it over with, get it over with. I sped up to his hip, trying to avoid his pubic hair.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, boy. It’s just a dick. Soap your hands again and clean it.”
I lathered my hands… and lathered my hands…
“Now! I can’t stand like this forever.”
He was right. I’d already held the damned thing. My heart raced and my erection tried to use all the blood in my body as I reached for his dick.
It was as warm as I remembered, but that time, instead of just holding it, I had to rub it.
Dad jerked back. “Go easy! It’s not a fucking lamp with a genie. And, get under the foreskin.”
I slowed down, rubbing the shaft. Holding it had made Dad chub. Stroking it caused even more of a reaction. It got even thicker than before. I wanted to trace the veins pulsing along the top with my finger…
Once it was soapy, I gently pulled back the foreskin again, and ran my slick finger under the folds around the head. He got harder and the skin pulled back by itself. I was fascinated.
“Ahem…” Dad said.
I snapped out of it and moved on to his hairy ball sack. By the time I finished, his cock angled up and pulsed with every one of his heartbeats.
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