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 This is Part 3 of an original story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny
young adult.  It is fiction.  If you like this story and would like to chat
with me, or if you have an idea for something you'd like to see happen in
the next chapter, send me an e-mail at dirk.carlor@gmail.com or on yahoo at
Dirk.Writer.  I love to hear from readers so be sure to get in touch!  And
get those cocks hard, but don't cum until the end.

               I could feel the wetness of the very tip of my
own Father's cock as he dragged it back and forth across my tightly shut
lips.He was laughing, pinching my nose hard, and I was trying not to panic.
I had to hold my breath for as long as I could, because I knew the second I
opened my lips to breathe...              I had held my breath
for a long time before, but I actually was beginning to feel like I was
going to pass out.  I knew if I passed out there was no telling what sort
of position I would wake up in, since my Dad clearly had lost his mind, so
I figured there was only one choice.  With one final pleading look up at my
father, I accepted my fate and opened my mouth to gasp at the air. 
            I barely got in that one gasp, however, before my
dad had rammed the entire length of his long pole down into my once virgin
throat.  His strong hands were on the back of my hair, pushing my head
forward while simultaneously grasping a thick handful of my curly blonde
hair.  My nose was buried in his pubes, and his cock was so long that it
felt like that huge mushroom head was halfway to my stomach.  I was gagging
and coughing, my cheeks puffing out around dads cock as I was still gasping
for air.  Dad was soothing me as if I was a baby getting a shot. 
            "Shhh...  calm down, Son.  You can take it, I know
you can.  Come on boy, just relax that throat.I'll teach you to be the best
cocksucker in the county."            I was gagging, spit running
down my face, for almost 10 minutes.  Dad didn't let up, just held me
there, pushed his hips into my face, and talked me through it.  When I had
gone a full minute without gagging, dad slowly began to slide his dick out
of my mouth.  His fat cock head slid across my tongue, leaving a trail of
precum and whipped cream like a slug.              That's when
this whole experience started to change.              It
happened slowly, in stages, but it wasn't long before I was really
beginning to enjoy the "torture" my horny father was putting me through. 
Sure, I was still turned off by the fact that this was my FATHER and a MAN
doing these things to me.  I felt helpless and lost.  But something about
that taste, the mixture of my father's precum and the whipped cream taste I
remember for my mouth...well...I swear it was like I was finally realizing
that this is something that I wanted...or at least something I didn't want
to stop.              Dad must have realized it too, because as
he was pulling out, he smiled really big and said "O yeah, there we go. 
Now you're getting the hang of this, Dirk." His dick was so long, and he
was pulling out so slowly that he had plenty of time to give me
instructions.  "Now listen, boy.  I don't want my dick to leave your lips.
I just want you to get a good taste of the very tip.I think you'll like
it."             Dad let the tip of his dick rest just inside my
lips, so that I was making a puckering face around the very end of it. 
"Look up at me," he ordered, and I turned my big blue eyes up at him.  I
could see the same look of pride in my Dad's face that he would get after I
won a wrestling match, or the first time I rode my bike without training
wheels.  He loved to push me, always, and he was so proud to see how good
of a cocksucker his straight boy son (or former straight boy son, it was
beginning to seem), was turning out to be.              Though
I've always been told I'm very handsome, I've had ears that stick out all
my life.  My dad used to have them too, but since his face has become so
squared they've flattened out.  Girls have always thought mine were cute,
and found them easy to kiss and suck as they touched my rock hard body, but
Dad had found a new use for those ears.With his two hands he grabbed my
head, and began to pump me back and forth on his dick. 
            It wasn't long before dad was pumping in and out of
my throat with ease, pushing his hairy bush into my face with each
thrust.He started to go faster, his giant nuts swinging like a pendulum and
slapping against my chin.  He was really going at my face hard, every so
often allowing me to lick inside the slit on the tip to taste the freshest
precum.              Dad was being very careful to get his dick
almost all the way out, and then shoving it back in.  But suddenly, after
about 45 minutes of uninterrupted face fucking, dad pulled his dick out. 
Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself chasing after his dick with
my lips, like a hungry baby suckling for its bottle.  I tried to catch
myself, but it was surprising even to me, and Dad clearly saw how hungry I
was for his dick.He let out one of his deep belly laughs. 
            "Well, well, well.  Just as I suspected.  I think I
might finally be able to untie you, huh boy?  "I nodded and started to
speak, but once again as I opened my mouth Dad's throbbing piece was ready
and waiting at my lips, and was down my throat before I could make a peep.
He was pumping into my mouth, bucking his hips so smoothly and
rhythmically, as he reached behind me and I felt the rope loosen to release
my hands.  I pulled them forward, and started to try to push dad away, but
he just laughed and said "Don't even pretend boy.  I saw you chase after my
dick like the hungry cock slut you are.You may not be all the way there,
but by the end of the night you will know that your only purpose on earth
is to service these 10 inches of grade A meat."

   He pulled his cock all the way out, and I gasped a few times, finally
being able to get a few full pulls of air into my lungs.Dad looked down at
me, his hands on his hips, laughing quietly to himself again.  Then he
seized my right ear and pulled me up like he used to when he really wanted
my attention when I was just a kid.  He pulled me up really close to his
mouth, so as he whispered into my ear I could feel his hot breath.  It was
intimidating, and I found myself feeling like I had so many years ago, when
I would get in trouble with him.I was afraid of him, but also knew he was
always right.  I wanted to do whatever I could to correct my mistake.  But
the question was, what mistake had I made to deserve this?

   "This is a very important lesson you're learning boy.  Not just today,
because that's what today is.  One big, long lesson.  But this section of
your lesson, this chapter of the textbook of servicing your father's dick,
is crucial.  You see, this is the part where you learn how important this
cock is." He slapped his cock against my thigh, and I felt his precum and
my spit splatter on me.  "This cock," he growled, "is your reason for LIFE.
You need to understand this dick, and everything about it.You need to have
it memorized.I want you to see it when you sleep, to taste it in the back
of your throat when you're hungry.  You will become and expert on one
thing, and that will be your father's dick!"

   With that he let go of my ear and pushed me to my knees in one shove. 
He grabbed the back of the head and slammed my face into his crotch,
barking at me "KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN".  He mashed my face into his groin,
making get up close and personal with my maker with my eyes open.  Then he
released my head and gently stroked my chin.  Dad was very suave.

   "Describe it to me."

   "Wh-what?" I stammered.This was the first thing I had said to my dad
since I had been cursing at him, and even I noticed how different I
sounded. I sounded like a curious boy, rather than the big, macho straight
man I had been pretending to be when I walked into that kitchen so naive to
my father's plans.

   "I said, describe that dick you're looking at.Start with the head, and
go down to those big nuts.  I want to hear every detail.  Describe your
daddy's cock boy, come on."

   I was beyond protesting.  I had accepted that my father was bigger than
I was, smarter than I was, and there was no getting around it.  I grabbed
my father's giant cock in my fist; it looked so huge.  I took a close look
at the head.

   "Your cock head is enormous, Dad.  It looks like a mushroom.  It is
purple-red, and it's throbbing.  Jesus, I can feel it throbbing, Dad.The
slit on the top is narrow and long, and...yeah it looks like there's some
precum in there." I squeezed my father's cock and the precum dripped out
slowly and into my palm.  I looked at it closely, and then licked it up.

   "Your precum is thin and clear, and it tastes good.Like salt and must.
It smells like you dad, I don't know how to describe it, but it smells like
you.  It reminds me of the smells from your bedroom, of the shower after I
get it in it right after you've finished in the morning.  "

   Dad folded his thick biceps across his chest and grinned down at me. 
"Wow, boy.I'm impressed.  Go on." I wrapped my second hand around the
center of his thick shaft.

   "Dad, your shaft is thicker than my fist.  I can't get my hand all the
way around it.I've - fuck!  - I've never felt something this hard.  This is
like a piece of wood -no more like metal.  There is no softness to your
cock, dad.  You must be really fucking enjoying this, because nothing could
bend this dick.  Not even the tightest ass." What was I saying?  I couldn't
believe the words that were coming out of my own mouth.  "It's covered in
these veins, those gorgeous purple veins that must keep it hard and
throbbing whenever needed.  And this thick cord that runs down the center
bottom of your shaft, it's like I can feel the life throbbing underneath.
It's amazing!"

   "Good, good son.  Go on.  Now the nuts."

   Though I had become intimate with my father's cock, feeling its contours
in my mouth as he gagged me on it, I had yet to examine his nuts.I took
them in my hands now, one in each since they were so big.  They each felt
like a heavy egg, round and perfectly shaped, soft in the sac even though
they were covered with a few dark hairs.  I squeezed and rolled them
around.             "My god!  These are like jesus.Dad, I knew
you were manly, I knew you were a construction worker and strong and into
football and all that, but now I realize why you are so why you have such
control over me.  These things -these powerful, big, beautiful balls these
are my origin.  With something so big and powerful behind my existence, I
see now that it was only a matter of time before you had total control over
me - oh - shit =- I need to - "             Something had come
over me as I gazed at his nuts, and I lost control and dove forward into
his balls.  I lowered my face under them and began sucking on the left nut,
taking it into my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue.  His other
heavy ball sat squarely on my eye, and I could feel it and smell it as it
rolled and I sucked.  Then I switched nuts, giving equal attention to his
right testicle as his left nut rested just under my nostrils.The
combination of the smells and the nuts were too much, so to compensate I
opened my mouth wide and took both of my father's balls into my mouth.  I
reached down into my jeans and started stroking my own cock, feeling my own
throbbing member as my dad's nuts pulsated in my mouth. 
            Then I had one of my first, few moments of regrets.I
had an image of myself under my own father, my old man, sucking his nuts
like a little bitch.  We were in our own kitchen, where mom had cooked us
meals before she passed, and where he and I had shared a beer together or
had a chat about girls.  Who was I?  What was I doing servicing my father's
nuts?  I spit my Dad's balls out of my mouth and stood up quickly.  I spit
on the floor.              "WHAT AM I DOING?  I DON'T WANT TO DO
THIS!" I spit again, and watched as Dad's expression turned to bliss to
rage.  I saw his pectorals and abs twitch, and then he reached out for me.
I took off running before he could grab me, and bolted as fast as I could,
pants undone, into the living room.  But Dad was faster than me, and he
tackled me from around the waist and knocked me to the ground between our
sofa and our coffee table.He was laughing again, and pulled me up so he was
on top of me, his crotch against my jeans covered ass.He was growling in my
ear again.              "Oh no, that was very bad.  VERY bad
boy. I see that you are close, but still haven't accepted my cock as your
God, your point for living.  Well, I thought that the massive amounts of
cum would have been enough for you to learn your place.  But I see that it
wasn't.  " Dad grabbed my hips and flipped me over quickly, so now he was
straddling me, pinning my arms above my head, his naked cock hard and
angry, pointing at my face like a gun.              "No! 
NO!No!" I was shouting and squirming under him.  "No more cum dad, please!
I don't want to eat any more of your cum!  PLEASE NO!"
            "Don't worry, boy," Dad said between gasps.  He was
stronger than me, but I was giving him a work out as he tried to hold me
down.  He took both my wrists in one hand, and took his massive member in
his other.  "No, you're getting something much worse than cum this time. 
I'm gonna mark you like a wolf marks his territory." I gave out one more
cry as I watched Dad push out his abs and waist.  I knew what was coming,
and I had no choice but to let it happen as I lay there pinned on the
floor.
   END OF PART 3