My girlfriend’s dad is HUNG

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I’ve been with my girlfriend Clara for a little over a year now. Every Sunday, we went over for family dinner at her parents’ place. It might sound like a drag, but I actually really liked it.

Her mom was the sweetest person you ever met, and she made the best desserts. Debbie’s baking could put Betty Crocker to shame. Clara’s dad was a man’s man; he was your typical muscular and hairy guy, but he was funny too. Jerry was always cracking crude jokes and making everyone laugh.

This past Sunday, Jerry’s jokes were a bit more forward than usual. He wouldn’t stop talking about how big his dick was.

“No, really!” he said. “It’s this big!” He held up his hands like a fisherman explaining his biggest catch. Everyone laughed along with him; surely he was exaggerating.

“Sure, Jerry. And I’m the king of England.” The man loved to drag out a joke.

“Why don’t you ask Debbie?” he said. “When we do the hanky panky, she can barely walk the next day!”

My head spun to my girlfriend’s mom, who nearly spit out her drink. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she waved a hand dismissively toward her husband. Strangely, she didn’t contradict him.

The four of us continued to chat, drinking and snacking away while the sauce simmered on the stove. A couple beers and a few more sex jokes later, Debbie got up to check on things in the kitchen. Clara followed her to help.

“She’s quite the cook, ain’t she?” Jerry said once she left.

“I wouldn’t keep coming here otherwise!” I joked, making us both laugh.

“Well, we can’t let the women do all the work.” Jerry placed his drink on the table and stood. “Steven, can you help me out in the garage?”

“Sure thing,” I replied. It wasn't a strange request; I was used to helping him out around the house.

The garage was just off the kitchen, connected by a door. We passed the girls, who had started gossiping about the neighbors. So much for “checking on the sauce.” The two of us entered the garage, closing the door behind us.

“Thanks, bud,” my girlfriend’s dad said. “I needed your help moving these boxes. I might look strong, but some of these are a bit heavy, even for me.”

“No problem,” I said. With the two of us together, it was fairly easy work. We were able to move about half of the boxes in just 10 minutes. All the while, my mind kept drifting back to his comments from earlier. I just had to ask him about it. “Hey Jerry, about before… Is your dick really that big?”

His eyes lit up, as if that was all he wanted to talk about. He smiled and said, “Bigger than you could imagine.”

“Yeah, yeah. You talk a big game. I’m so not sure I believe it, though.” We lifted another box and carried it to the other side of the garage, setting it down next to the others.

“Is that so?" He paused for a second, then said, "I’ll show it to you mine if you show me yours.” My girlfriend’s dad loved to joke around, but this time he was dead-serious.

“What?” I was taken aback. The rest of the family was just a room away, prepping dinner. My girlfriend was there. His wife was there.

“What’s the matter? Shy? Or maybe you just have a small dick…” Jerry laughed to himself. “Hah! That’s probably it!”

“No!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t have him thinking I was small. He had me backed into a corner. I glanced back at the door that separated us from the rest of the family. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. “Okay,” I said softly. “Just to prove you wrong.” I nervously undid the button on my pants. My shaky hands fumbled with the zipper before getting it down. I looked back at my girlfriend’s dad, who waited patiently for the reveal. Taking a deep breath, I pulled down the front of my pants and showed him my dick.

“Hooowee,” he said. “Not bad, Steven. Not bad at all.” My dick was average; it was nothing to write home about, but at least I could prove it wasn’t small. ”Now, let me show you what a real man’s cock looks like.” Jerry yanked down the front of his pants. I stared in shock as his giant dick sprung out, absolutely massive despite not being hard.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “It’s huge.”

“It gets bigger,” he said. “Why don’t you make it grow for me?”

“What?” My eyes went wide.

“Come on, Steven. You think I haven’t noticed you eyeing my crotch all day?”

It was true. Ever since he mentioned his size, I was dying to know just how big it was. All day, I couldn’t shake the thought of Jerry’s cock from my mind. And now he was standing in front of me with his dick out. I looked to the door again. “What if someone comes in?”

Jerry swung his cock in his hand, teasing me. “We’ll just have to hope they don’t.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He said nothing. My eyes looked to the door one last time, then back at him. Before I could change my mind, I got down on my knees in front of him. I grabbed his dick with one hand and I was surprised by its weight. Incredibly nervous, I licked his cock, dragging my tongue along the underside.

“Ahhh,” he sighed.

I reached the tip, then opened wide and took him into my mouth. Jerry’s dick grew harder by the second, and longer, too. I’d never done something remotely close to this, but I was enjoying it. My hand stroked the base while I sucked him, my head bobbing up and down on his cock. My first blow job ever was sucking off my girlfriend’s dad.

“Mmmm,” Jerry moaned. “Keep it up, son.”

His encouragement turned me on. I felt a mixture of shame and excitement, unable to believe we were really doing this. If things continued going well with Clara, this man would be my father-in-law one day. And here I was, on my knees, blowing him in the garage. I drooled all over his fat cock, stroking him passionately.

“Damn, Steven. You suck dick better than my wife.” Jerry continued to let out soft moans as he let me work.

I grabbed his balls with my free hand, gently massaging them as I jerked him with the other. He was fully hard now, and I could see that his earlier description was no exaggeration. Jerry had the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was at least 10 inches long, and as fat as they came. I pushed my head forward, attempting to take him into my throat. I started to gag, but I forced myself to open up and shove him deeper into me. I got a little more than halfway down before gagging again, then I came up for air. I pulled away and looked up at him, a strand of saliva stretching from my mouth to the tip of his cock.

“Fuuuck” he said. “Suck me off, Steven. Make me cum.”

I stared up at my girlfriend’s dad, still jerking him off. Over in the kitchen, I could hear dishes shuffling as the girls prepared dinner. It sounded like they would be done soon; I needed to move this along.

I dove back in, taking his cock into my mouth once more. Jerry sighed as his dick slid down my throat. I sucked him off in earnest, desperate to make him finish before we were cut off. The thrill of getting caught scared me, but it also turned me on. I ran my mouth up and down the length of his cock, trying to take as much as I could. He started to thrust his hips while I blew him, not quite face-fucking me, but still getting pleasure out of it.

Jerry reached behind me and rested his hand on the back of my head. He didn’t push hard, but the slight pressure from behind drove me wild. I’m sure it turned him on too, taking control of his daughter’s cock-sucking boyfriend. “Just a bit more,” he whispered.

That was all I needed to hear. With newfound energy, I rammed his cock in and out of my throat. I ignored my gag reflex, taking him deeper with each thrust, desperate to make him cum. He began to tense up, his legs tightening and his dick flexing. Any moment now. Drool ran down his dick, immediately getting swiped up by my hand as I jerked him off. My hand and mouth moved in sync, gliding up and down, twisting and turning. Up and down, up and down, I continued to jerk him and suck him.

Jerry let out a deep grunt, then bucked his hips forward. His dick went deep into my throat, even further than before. “Fuuuck,” he growled. He held my head there from behind and started to cum.

His fat dick throbbed in my mouth. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, then he started to thrust again. He slid his cock in and out, still shooting his cum into me. The load was massive, and I struggled to swallow it all. We still had a dinner to go back to, so I couldn’t let this turn into a mess. I desperately swallowed again, clearing the way for more. Cum filled my mouth, and still Jerry was pulsing, filling me further. All I could do was moan and take it.

The taste was strange. It had a sweat and salty flavor, and I kind of liked it. I looked up at Jerry with his dick in my mouth, letting him release the rest of his load. He looked down at me, still thrusting, and I felt my own dick throb. I was rock hard, but I wouldn’t be able to deal with that until later. After what seemed like forever, he pulled himself out of me and wiped his dick across my cheek.

“That… was fucking incredible.” He let out a sigh, a broad smile appearing on his face. “Where’d you learn to suck dick like that?”

“Happy to help,” I told him. “That was my first time.” Fuck, I was horny now.

Jerry reached down and helped me off my knees, then the two of us zipped our pants. I tucked my dick in the waistband of my underwear, trying to hide my crazy boner. I’d definitely be jacking off later. I wiped the remaining cum off my cheek with a finger, then slipped it into my mouth, savoring the taste. Just as I was moderately presentable, the door opened. “Time for dinner, boys!”

Jerry looked at me, and we shared a knowing look. He winked, then the two of us headed to dinner.