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Subject: Dad’s Hard Christmas Cock, Chapter Two (gay male incest) Dad’s Hard Christmas Cock Chapter Two I love to hear from readers. Feel free to contact me at hoo Thank you for the positive feedback from Chapter One. Nifty is a treasure. Please consider donating to keep this fantastic service alive. Dad pulled out of my mouth and told me to sit up. I did and turned to face him. “Merry Christmas, son,” he said, wiping his hand roughly over my face, smearing his cum with my snot and spit. “Thank you, dad,” I said, my voice hoarse from the pounding it had just taken. “It was just what I wanted.” **************************************************************************** Dad looked me in the eyes, my face covered with his cum and my own snot and throat slime from the face fucking he just gave me. I looked into his handsome face, completely in love. I reached out and stroked his beard, touching my father-lover in ways I had always dreamed of. “Did you enjoy that, son?” he said, his voice soft and kind now. “I loved it, dad,” I answered honestly. “I loved it so much my cock is still aching.” “Good,” he answered. “Because we aren’t done yet. There was more on that list.” With that, he grabbed my head and roughly pulled me to him, kissing me hard and driving his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back, my small tongue wrestling with his. He reached out and stroked my tiny boycock with his fingers and I shuddered again, the kiss and the sensation of him touching my cock overwhelming. Dad broke the kiss and looked into my eyes a moment. I ran my hands over his hairy chest, something I had longed to do for the last couple of years. His thick, wiry body hair felt fantastic to my fingers. “Time to eat ass, faggot,” he said, and grabbed me roughly, picking me bodily off the couch. He laid my on the floor on my back. “Oh, God, dad,” I moaned. He stood over me and then squatted, his ass right above my mouth. I could smell his man-ass as he squatted, quickly landing his hole right on my face. “Eat me, whore,” he growled. I moaned and stuck out my tongue, lapping eagerly at his ass. It wasn’t very clean and tasted bitter and nutty. I sucked on the hairs around his hole. I groaned, reaching down to touch my tiny boycock and drove my tongue into him, lapping eagerly, kissing izmit escort bayan his hole like it was my lover, sucking eagerly at his ass lips. My fantasy of tonguing his ass finally came true. “Fuck me with your tongue,” dad ordered. I pushed my 9 year old, soft pink tongue against his hole, holding my tongue as rigid as I could. I felt him push out, his hole widening and letting my tongue inside. We both moaned at the same time as my tongue pushed inside his asslips and into his hole, my eager tongue licking inside him. He sat down harder on me, making it almost hard to breathe. I licked frantically, driving my tongue into his hole and licking his crack with long, greedy laps. “Oh my god, my 9 year old son is such a fantastic ass licking whore,” dad moaned, more to himself than to me. He stood suddenly, leaving me with my tongue hanging out, my boy cock aching in my hand. He sat down on the sofa and said “Come here, fag.” I climbed to my knees and he brought the bottle of poppers back out, holding them under my nose. He didn’t have to order me this time, I knew what to do and sniffed deeply. He grabbed me under my chin and force me to look into his eyes as the poppers kicked in. “Beg me,” he said, his voice deep and horny. The poppers hit me. “Please,” I moaned, feeling frantic. “Please let me lick your ass some more, dad. Please let me be an ass licking whore for you. Let me moan and bury my tongue in your ass. Let me clean it for you. Let me show you what a faggot I am for you.” “Fuck, yes! My little boy begging me to lick my hairy ass,” my dad hissed. He spit in my face again and then leaned back on the sofa, pulling his legs into the air and exposing his hole. It was beautiful, everything I had fantasized it being. His ass was as hairy as the rest of him and wiry, dark hair surrounded his ass crack. His ass lips were puffy and swollen, already aroused from my eager sucking and licking. He reached out and grabbed my head, driving my face into his ass. “Eat me out again, fag. Your wish is granted.” I dove in eagerly again, lapping the length of his ass crack, sucking eagerly on the filthy hairs that surrounded his trench. I zeroed in on his hole, licking hungrily, sucking at it with my lips and tongue, driving my pink tongue inside, izmit sınırsız escort moaning crazily the entire time. Dad moaned as well and kept up a string of filthy talk. “Eat my ass, whore. Fuck yes, you are such a fantastic ass licking slut. I love you, you little faggot. Your tongue in my ass is the best reason to be a father I could imagine.” I moaned with each statement. Groaned and shuddered at the taste of his raunchy, hairy ass. My rim job was eager, wet, and sloppy, his ass slime and my spit combining with the cum, spit, throat slime, and snot that already covered my face. I shuddered and had another dry orgasm as I sucked greedily on his ass-hairs. “I am your faggot whore, dad!” I cried out. He shoved me away, pushing me back onto the floor and stood up. Dad lifted his foot and shoved it into my mouth, fucking my mouth with his toes. “Choke on this, whore,” he said, grinning at me. I did, greedily. I sucked on his toes eagerly and gagged when he pushed them to the back of my throat. “Fuck, I am so lucky to have such a depraved whore for a son,” dad moaned, shoving his foot into my mouth harder, almost making me puke. He kept shoving his foot in my mouth, another stream of filthy talk coming out of him. “Suck my feet, you whore. Choke on my feet, faggot.” I groaned again. When he pulled his foot out, I moaned “Please don’t stop,” and he laughed at me. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes shining with pride and love and then sat on my chest, straddling me, his hard cock landing on my face. “Time to choke on this, I think,” he said, grinning at me. “Yes, please,” I moaned. He shoved his cock back in my mouth and started fucking. I gagged, choking and wretching, and my boycock throbbed and exploded in another dry orgasm. “I love when you gag on me, faggot,” dad moaned and I moaned with him. The poppers came out again. He held them under my nose and I breathed deeply. “Deeper,” he said, and then “Deeper,” again. I huffed and huffed. “Hold it,” he said, stroking my cheek with his hand. I held my breath as long as I could, letting the poppers ravage my mind. When I couldn’t hold anymore, I exhaled and a frantic, desperate need for cock overtook me. Dad grinned and rammed his cock into my mouth. He slid kocaeli escort bayan around, the chest straddle turning into him being in push-up position and started pistoning his hard cock into my throat. I gagged hard, throat slime and snot running out of my nose and mouth. He fucked my mouth hard, moaning “Gag on me, faggot. Choke on your father’s cock,” thrusting mercilessly into my throat. I found it hard to breathe and more than once thought I was going to pass out but then Dad would pull out for a moment, letting me gasp and draw in a frantic breath, before shoving his hard cock back inside my throat. I groaned, deep inside, hoping my dad felt it on his cock as my throat vibrated with perverse pleasure. I had dry orgasm after dry orgasm, losing count. Dad shuddered, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and began shooting ropes of thick, white cum on my face. “Fuck,” he cried out, “Painting my son’s cock sucking face with my cum.” Another dry orgasm struck me, my body squirming as his hot load coated my face. “I love you, dad!” I cried out, feeling his hot seed coat my whore face. He shoved his cock back in my mouth and let the last few bursts explode on my tongue. “I love you, Johan,” he moaned as those last few bursts of cum flooded my mouth. I nursed on his cock, cum coating my face, and eagerly lapped up every last drop that leaked from my father’s cock. He shifted position again to straddle my chest and began wiping his cock in my face, gathering up his own cum, and then shoving it in my mouth to clean. I sucked eagerly, taking every drop of cum he could give me. “Oh, dad,” I moaned, again and again, sucking the cum off his cock. My face still felt sticky. He leaned down and kissed me hard, doubtlessly tasting his own cum. When he broke the kiss, he sat back up and looked into my eyes. “I love you son,” he said. “I love you, too, dad,” I answered, meeting my adult father-lover’s eyes with my own. “You are the most amazing faggot whore,” he added. I smiled. “Thank you, dad. I love you so much.” And then he spit on my face and slapped me gently, before lying down next to me and wrapping me in his arms. I rested my face against his hairy chest. “Can we do this again, dad?” I asked, feeling completely in love. “I am going to use your faggot whore mouth every chance I get, son,” he answered. “There are still more things on your Christmas list.” My cock pulsed and I had another dry orgasm as he spit on my face and then shoved his adult tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard, and making my dreams come true.
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