(TV-MA) The Bra: Father/Son bonding

This particular time I went to the Bra and had the most interesting, limit pushing experience ever. The best sessions always happen when it's a slow day and no one's around.

I went in the vanilla side and as usual, there was only the sound of graphic sex to keep me company in the theater. I sat down and waited patiently for someone to at least keep me company.

A couple of times throughout my stay there some guys popped their heads in, saw me and decided I wasn't what they were looking for, so they didn't stay. It happens, and I've done it a few times as well. It seemed as though I'd been waiting for a while for someone to arrive and it just wasn't in the cards. Right as I was about to call it a day, the door opened and someone entered.

He was average height and quite stocky as if he used to play football or something. He was balding and had a really square jaw. Once he came in, he sat down right next to me. Sometimes that puts me off because whenever a guy immediately sits down next to me, it's usually because they wanna suck my dick, and that's not the way you get to that with me.

I didn't really move or anything, I just waited to see what he'd do. Shockingly, he put his arm around me and just sat for a while. "How ya' doin' boy?" He asked in an almost fatherly tone. I responded shortly and returned to watching the screen. "You like sucking dick, boy?" He asked me. "Only if it's big," I responded with a smart-ass tone. For a couple of beats he said nothing and just stared at me. Then he took his opposite hand and started to fish into his jeans. He pulled out a fat (and I mean insanely thick) cock and asked "Like this?"

Of course he knew he had me once he whipped out the goods. I didn't respond with words, but in action. I knealt down and got between his legs before he stopped me.

"Daddy's in control, boy...not you. I say when you do what." I was shocked for the second time in a row today, but I decided that since there's nothing else to do I might as well get into his program. "Yessir." I responded in a good boy manner and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Mmmm, good boy" he muttered and gripped the back of my neck.

"You want Daddy's cock, son? You wanna suck on that big piece Daddy's got stickin' out at your face?" I nodded, but never broke eye contact with him. He slapped me a couple of times across the face with his massive tool, but wouldn't let me have it just yet. "Open your mouth, boy. Lemme see how wide you can open that piehole." I did as my play "Daddy" asked and opened as wide as I possibly could. This definitely pleased him because once it was wide enough for him, he stuck his cock dead down the center of my throat. Which was shock number 3. "Mmmghghgg-" I gurgled on his dick as he forced himself as deep as I would allow. That wasn't deep enough. SLAP! He hit me with an open hand across my cheek. "Stop closing that throat boy, you know Daddy doesn't like that." He pulled out long enough to let me utter a choked "sorry" before he stuck himself back deep into my mouth.

I'm usually pretty good on gagging, but the fact that I had zero control over the speed and depth of the face fuck, I was choking all over myself and that massive daddy dick. My daddy loved every second of my choking. Every time I'd choke on him I could feel his cock swell and pulse. He was pleased with my performance. I'm thankful that no one actually heard (or payed any attention to) what was going on because I feared that we were getting pretty loud in there. He used his whole body to penetrate the depths of my orifice. It was truly amazing.

"STOP." He grunted and pulled himself away from me. "Clean my balls, boy. You got drool all over 'em." That kinda grossed me out, but once he was grabbing my face and pressing it into his man-sack, I almost didn't have a choice. His balls were huge. Totally befitting of his huge, swollen cock. I was able to get each one of them into my mouth and suck them clean, to his ultimate pleasure. He grunted deep and shot off a load high into the air and it literally came down like a rain storm.

The last couple of shots he fired at my face before he was completely spent. "Come 'ere, boy" he panted out softly. I sat in the chair next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He fashioned himself so that we could lay across the chairs in an embrace. We probably laid there like that for about an hour or so, until his phone rang and he said he had to go.

He got my aim and we've talked a couple of times since then, but never have recreated that intense session.
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