"I love you so much, Peter," he said, and I knew he meant it.īeing sucked was so exciting that I wanted to give my daddy the same pleasure and the next time we took a shower together I dropped to my knees and took the end of his dick in my mouth. Finally, he pulled my briefs back up and tucked me in. At that age, I was too young to experience an orgasm, and he sucked me for a long time. His lips felt so soft and his tongue played with the end of my dick causing thrills to run through my body. "Mmm, that's so beautiful," he murmured, bent his head down and took it in his mouth. He cupped my tiny basket in his hand, squeezing it gently, saying how sexy I was, and when it grew hard, he pulled my underpants down to mid thigh and gazed at my rigid dick, all three inches of it. He was kissing me goodnight, and he pulled the sheet down exposing my little white briefs. I was eleven when he first took my dick in his mouth. He apologized but I said it was O.K., I didn't mind and he could cum on me any time he wanted. One evening, maybe the fourth or fifth time I'd touched his dick, he shot a load of cum on to my chest and stomach. I would take it in my hand and stroked it up and down, pulling his generous foreskin back and forth, exposing the bulbous head, and fondling his big hanging balls. Naturally, wanting my dad to feel good, I touched his. My little stiffy was tiny compared to his, but that didn't stop him from touching it at every opportunity. You shouldn't let anyone see you do it, unless you trust them absolutely, like I trust you." I was totally thrilled by the whole incident, and thereafter I spent lots of time stroking my dick, but cumming was something for the future.
"Jerking off is a good thing," he said, "though it's private. He explained all about masturbation and orgasms, how good they felt and how, in a few years, I'd be doing the same thing myself. He would let me look while he took a pee and one time, when I came into his bedroom and caught him jerking off, he let me watch while he finished himself off, leaving a big pool of cum on his stomach. It seemed huge to me at that early age, and when he was hard, which was often, it looked enormous. At the end of the day, we would shower together, and I would admire his dick as he soaped me all over. He wasn't shy about showing himself off, hanging out all evening in his white briefs and tank. He would fondle my cock until it got hard, then tell me what a big boy I was becoming. He liked to dress and undress me, stroking my legs and my butt and saying how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.
My earliest memories of his sexual interest in me was when I was ten. My daddy's dick was average, about six inches and as he'd spent many careful loving hours preparing me, it didn't hurt a bit. Ten inch dicks are total fantasy, and those pics on the internet are photoshopped. Oh, no, I hear your say, this is one of those unbelievable stories where a twelve year old boy takes ten inches of stiff dick right up his ass without the slightest pain. I was twelve when my daddy first fucked me.
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