After that conversation, washing my Dad’s penis nightly became something of a ritual for me an
After that conversation, washing my Dad’s penis nightly became something of a ritual for me and I always saved it for last. With Dad sitting on the rim of the tub, I’d reach for his heavy pole and lift it with both hands toward me. Then I’d pull the skin back over the blunt, helmet shaped head and lean in to smell the odours that had accumulated beneath it during the day. Dad would watch me intently as I drew in deep breaths through my nose, inhaling his man scent deep into my lungs. I knew if I did this for a few moments, Dad’s already huge cock would stiffen and grow in my tiny hands. The first time this had happened, I’d been astounded. I’d gasped in excitement and asked my Dad what was happening. He’d told me quietly that I was making him feel good and that when a man’s penis felt good it would let you know that by getting harder and bigger. The better it felt, the harder it got. “It must feel really good, then Dad,” I’d said quietly too. “It’s getting huge!” - an excerpt from Daddy Dick - www.dirtydaddysbedtimestores.com -- source link