I learned to love sucking adult cock from my wrestling coach when I was fifteen. He was a hot older
I learned to love sucking adult cock from my wrestling coach when I was fifteen. He was a hot older guy with a thick uncut crank that I loved having in my mouth. He’d known I was hot for him because every time he demonstrated a new hold on me, I’d pop a boner that was impossible to hide. Once he’d let me suck him off that first time after wrestling practice, I’d started to look at all older men differently. My male teachers, the security guard and janitor at my school, the UPS guy, and finally one morning, my own Dad.On the morning I’m talking about I walked into the kitchen still bleary eyed with sleep to find my Dad standing there naked, sipping a cup of coffee pushing a thick chunk of morning wood. That semi-boner, combined with his pretty hairy body, beard and buzzed short hair gave me a look at my Dad that took me by surprise. I’d never thought of him as being sexy until that moment. But the instant erection that tented out my sleep bottoms told the tale of how sexy he looked to me then.He cocked an eyebrow at me as my obvious boner appeared. He looked down at his slowly deflating cock then back up at me and said, “I guess these things are kind of contagious, aren’t they, sport?”“Uhhhmmm,” I muttered not sure what to say.When I stole a glance back down at Dad’s crotch I was shocked to see that his shrinking boner had suddenly reversed itself and was now even harder than it had been when I walked into the room. Dad raised his eyebrow again and while nodding down at his crotch said, “See what I mean?”I just let out a nervous giggle, unable to tear my eyes away from Dad’s now throbbing meat. We both just stood there looking at it for a minute in silence. While we did, my hand moved unconsciously to the front of my sleep shorts and began rubbing against my boner. Dad must have caught the motion from the corner of his eye because he looked over at me with a big grin on his face to find me rubbing mine and still staring intensely at his. I may even have licked my lips a time or two imagining slipping them over his thick bone.When I realized he was looking at me I jerked my eyes up to his, suddenly feeling self-conscious and a little panicked. The big grin on his face was not what I’d been expecting to see. It got even wider as he said in a quiet, deep voice, “Looks like maybe you’d like to touch it, Son.” My eyes must have nearly bugged out of my head when I heard this, because he quickly added, “You can if you want to, little man. I don’t mind.”Again with the bugged out eyes. “Really?” I squeaked.He nodded down at his erection which throbbed as he pushed his hips toward me saying, “Go ahead.”I reached over and wrapped my hand around it with a combination sigh and groan. “Damn, Daddy,” I said, “Your dick is really thick.”“It is with you touching it like this,” he agreed. Then he shocked me even more by rocking his hips enough to jack it up and down in my tightly squeezing fist. “Fuck that feels good, boy.” he sighed throwing his head back.While his eyes were tilted toward the ceiling I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock in one gulp. It slipped into my throat with now practiced ease. Coach had drilled me in the art of deep throating his cock almost as much and as often as he’d trained me to wrestle.“Oh shit!” Dad exclaimed as he fell back against the countertop while pushing the wide base of his cock all the way into my mouth. He never moved again from that position except to bend his legs a little and begin thrusting in and out of my wet, deep throat. He was so lost in the sensations that he went a little nuts, fucking my throat with gusto until he came up on his toes and came with a shout. He dumped a huge load in me, shaking and shuddering with pleasure. When his orgasm finally tapered off and he came back down on his heels again he was looking down at me studying his entire, somewhat softening cock still buried in my mouth.“Damn, boy,” he grunted, “Coach Thomas has done a hell of a job training you.”I spit out his cock with my mouth hanging open and gasped, “You knew?”He grinned down at me cockily and said, “Who do you think he called to talk about the way you boned up every time he touched you?”I was so flummoxed I couldn’t even reply, so he went on, “We finally decided that if you were gonna suck cock, you might as well learn to do it right. I’m very pleased to see that you have.”When he winked at me after saying that, I finally grinned back at him, satisfied that this was going to all be okay. “Thanks, Pop,” I said smartly, then added, “But I think I could still do with a lot more practice.”“Any time, little stud,” Daddy answered, “Any time.” -- source link