My boyfriend’s dad is HUNG - Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Mr. Smith’s - no, Harrison’s - dick stood right before my eyes. It was the fattest cock I’d ever seen, with a heavy set of balls hanging underneath. A dense bush surrounded it, all together creating the perfect package. I was in the presence of a real man.

“Go on, Michael,” he said reassuringly.

”Are you sure?” I asked.

He nodded. He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently guided me towards it.

I leaned forward, but stopped inches from his dick. “What about Dylan?”

My boyfriend’s dad just laughed. “He won’t be home for a while. It’s just you and me, boy.”

My heart skipped when he called me ‘boy.’ I tentatively reached for his dick and wrapped my right hand around it. I’d never touched a dick so big in my life. He had the same general shape as Dylan; I could tell they were father and son just from their dicks. But he was way, way bigger than my boyfriend.

I gradually started to stroke him. My heart raced a million miles a minute. Up and down, in long and steady strokes.

“Suck it,” Harrison said. His tone was firm. It was more of a command than a suggestion.

“O-okay,” I stuttered. I wasn’t new to sucking dick, not by any stretch of the imagination. But the only dick I had sucked before was Dylan’s. And now I was on my knees in front of his dad.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him, feeling him fill my mouth more than I expected. It felt like I had to unhinge my jaw just to fit him, but once he was in, I wanted nothing more than to continue.

I half expected him to thrust forward, to abuse his son’s boyfriend and face-fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore. But Harrison was nothing like that. He was experienced, firm but gentle, coaxing me into taking more and more with each pass.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “That’s it, Mikey. Suck daddy’s cock.”

“Mmm,” I moaned back. My dick throbbed, aching in my gym shorts. I reached down and tugged my shorts down to my knees, letting myself free. I continued to stroke him with my right hand while I sucked, but my left hand was now stroking my dick at the same time.

“Goooood boyyyyy.” His hand was still on the back of my head. As the blowjob went on, I felt him pushing more and more, forcing me to take him deeper than I otherwise thought myself capable. “Think you can deepthroat Daddy?”

“Mhm!” I said eagerly. I stopped all else, focusing entirely on Harrison’s cock. I placed my hands on his ass and pulled myself forward, using his body for leverage. With entirely too much enthusiasm, I lunged forward and shoved his dick deep down my throat.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled.

I was proud of myself for taking so much of him, but I immediately gagged and had to pull back. I was gasping for air, with spit running down my chin. “Ah, sorry, Mr. Smith. It’s just… you’re so big.”

He didn’t seem mad or disappointed. He just grinned. “Is that how you’ve been sucking my son’s dick?” he asked. “Gagging before you’re even halfway down his shaft?”

I was taken aback. My cheeks flushed, suddenly hot with embarrassment. “No, Sir,” I muttered. Then more quietly, “He’s not nearly as big as you, Mr. Smith.” It was true. Dylan wasn’t small by any means, but he was nothing like his father.

“I see,” he replied. “Well, I’ll excuse it for now, but you’d better learn how to deepthroat come next time.”

“N- next time?”

Harrison chuckled. “Ohhh yeah. You think this is a one-time deal, boy? This is just the beginning.”

I stared up at him with wide eyes. I was so scared, so nervous… but also so horny. My eyes traveled downward, first to his enormous cock, then to the significantly smaller dick hanging between my legs. Given how horny I was, it was difficult to think straight. All I knew was that I enjoyed sucking Harrison’s cock. More, I enjoyed being told what to do. And if he said this was only the start, I simply had to take his word for it.

I looked back up at him, this time with a new sense of determination. I wasn’t going to be timid about this any longer. “How can I help, then?” I asked eagerly.

“That’s the right attitude,” he said, seeming pleased. “I’m not gonna make you deepthroat me again, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m honestly impressed you could take me as far as you did on your first try. But for now, just sit back and stick out your tongue. Let me do the rest.”

“Can I… jack off too?” I asked. I felt stupid for even posing the question.

There was a sly look on his face as he answered. “No,” he said firmly. “Consider yourself lucky you get to watch.”

I quickly shut up, nodding affirmatively.

Harrison took his cock into his hand and started jerking it. It was mesmerizing to watch. His big balls swung with every stroke, his fist closed around his dick, pumping it faster, harder, giving it all he had.

I wanted to jerk off so badly, but I knew better than to disobey a direct order. So I sat there with my tongue out like the whore I was, desperately waiting for his load.

“You like this, don’t you?” he said. “Serving other men. Serving your boyfriend’s dad.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Are you gonna swallow my load, boy?”

“Yes,” I said again.

“Keep that mouth open for me. Nice and wide. You spill a drop, you’re licking it up off the floor. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.” He spat. He was still furiously beating off, lasting impressively long considering his pace. “From now on, you’ll call me Sir or Daddy when my son’s not around. Got it, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. I felt so pathetic, so degraded, and yet… so right. “Please Daddy, can I cum too?”

“No, slut. I already told you that.” He grabbed me by the hair and bounced his dick off my forehead a few times, then rubbed his balls across my face. “Don’t ask again.”

“Can I have your cum, then? Please?”

“That’s more like it.” He let go of me again, then resumed jerking off. From the look of concentration on his face and the lack of further comments, I knew he was racing towards the finish.

“Cum in my mouth, Daddy,” I pleaded.

“Open wide, bitch.”

“Ahhh.” I stuck my tongue as far as it would go.

“Fuck, boy. I’m gonna- fuck! Agh!”

My boyfriend’s dad grunted, thrusting his hips forward, shooting his load like water from a fire hose. Hot ropes hit my tongue. I swallowed quickly, making room for more, but I couldn’t keep up. Cum spilled out of my mouth, coating my chin or dripping onto the floor. I swallowed what I could, savoring the taste of my boyfriend’s dad, subconsciously comparing it to the taste of Dylan’s cum. I couldn’t help myself. I was hard as a rock, leaking, yearning to touch my dick but unable to without disappointing Harrison.

“Holy fuck,” he sighed. He glanced down with a grin, fully satisfied. “Good work, boy. You’ve got potential, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I glanced again at my dick, untouched and throbbing. “Can I touch it now?” I asked softly.

He looked down, past me, to the drops of cum that had made their way to the floor. He tapped his foot on the ground near them. “Clean this up.”

I did as he said, getting down on all fours and licking the kitchen floor in front of him.

“Atta boy,” he said. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. “Now get dressed. I’m done with you for now.”

I looked at him in shock. So this was what it meant to get involved with my boyfriend’s dad. To be used, then discarded just as fast. And yet I couldn’t help feeling even more turned on by his blatant disregard for my needs. “Yes, Daddy. Anything you say, Sir.” I stood and pulled my shorts up, sticking my denied cock into the waistband at my best attempt to hide my boner. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, then licked the last bit of cum off it.

Just then, we heard the front door opening.

“Dad! Mike!” Dylan called from the front of the house. “I’m home!”