as strongly as I had. My

hunger for his cock at that moment was so acute that I had to restrain

the urge to bite, forcibly holding my jaart to keep my teeth where

they should be.

“Ohhhhh, goddamn, son,” Dad babbled, “this is it… oh yes, it’s gonna

happen. Oh fuck yeah boy, your daddy is gonna cum for you.”

I felt Dad’s entire body wrack from head to toe. He gave

lunge, holding my head so that he wouldhe shaft and head

suddenly thied, became even harder, and suddenly I was gagging on

a great salty flood of warm, pu man-sperm.

I wao suck him all the way to the end, and I was trying to swallow

as fast as I could — but I was no match for Dad’s skills and there was no

way I could keep his di my mouth and breathe at the same time. I

pulled off and made up for it with my hands, gripping Dad’s cock tightly

at the root with one hand and eically wringing it off with the other,

milking out spurt after creamy spurt of rich, white-hot sperm. Dad was

laying ba the sheets and thrashing from side to side, his handsome

face wrenched into a grimace of sweet agony as I masturbated him through

his long, mighty climax. For a moment I wondered if I’d been ceived

by su asm. The many, many times I’d witnessed Dad cum, it was

always like a 9.8 on the Richter Scale.

We lay there for a while, getting our bearings. I felt tent knowing it

was going to be a great summer, but a little sad at the same time, knowing

I’d have to leave dad at the end of it. But that was still several months away,

and twuys fill up that time with a lot of loads.

I’ll never fet that summer of ’62. In fact, I’ll never fet any of the

fun times Dad and I had together.

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