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billythomas: “That’s it boy. All you gotta do is hold your head there, keep your mouth open and your teeth out of the way, and try your best not to choke.â€
billythomas: Daddy and Boy Part 5 I need to find tops like this
billythomas: Daddy and Boy Part 4
billythomas: I was at school when I received a text message from Dad: Son, don’t open the next message in public - go somewhere private. The bell for first break was due to go in seven minutes. I shouldn’t have been checking my texts in class anyway
billythomas: “That’s it boy. All you gotta do is hold your head there, keep your mouth open and your teeth out of the way, and try your best not to choke.†Lucky boy. I Would love to be fucked in my mouth by that Master!
billythomas: The first time Dad showed me the picture of what was happening to my hole I was so embarrassed that I pulled my boxers up and bowed my head, ashamed. “Hey, what’s wrong?†he asked. “It’s gross Dad. I’m embarrassed.†Dad leaned
billythomas: This lad clearly worships his father.
billythomas: Even though the house was cold I slept with the duvet off. I wanted Dad to know that I was ready for him when he arrived home from his trip abroad. I kept dreaming of being woken by Dad’s meat, sliding between my buttocks and inside me,
billythomas: On the left is what everyone at school sees when Dad comes to pick me up at the end of the day. On the right is what I see when we arrive home.
billythomas: “And how’s my beautiful Grandson on this fine morning?” I opened my eyes and blinked the sleep away. Grandad was standing over me as he’d done every morning this week. He was staying with us for eleven days over Christmas. “Just
billythomas: Riding his motorbike in chaps? Pussy all shaven and smooth? Clearly on his way to Daddy.
billythomas: These days I don’t even use lube. The kid just opens up for me and I slide in like hand in glove.
billythomas: Daddy and Boy Part 2
billythomas: Dad stopped just short of entering me. “You know, son, you don’t have to do this.” I looked over my shoulder at Dad standing over me. My arsehole opened up the size of a plum whenever he walked into the room. Was he serious? “It’s
billythomas: I’d had a feeling that this interview might entail something physical, so I’d had the foresight to thoroughly douche before leaving the house. As a last minute precaution I’d quickly lubed up my dildo and bounced up and down on it
billythomas: “Ah son, ten years on and your pussy is still as beautiful as the first day.
billythomas: “No son, it’s too dangerous,” Dad said when I’d tried to unzip his fly on the motorway. “I’ll pull off at the next exit and we’ll find a quiet farm road somewhere.”
billythomas: Just like any other family, Dad insisted on having family portraits around the house. He said a home should exhibit the love within. And as our lovemaking was such an intrinsic part of our bond it naturally followed that we should document
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billythomas: Dad said he’s gonna pay for yoga classes so I can present to him like this… Can’t fuckin wait!
billythomas: Open for business!
billythomas: “So you’ll be generous with the valuation?” “Yes sir.”
billythomas: The boy has his first ever job interview today.
billythomas: I usually take my morning feeding in the kitchen but today Dad called me into the shower.
billythomas: “Come on, son; I know you love your Daddy but I gotta get to work. We can cuddle tonight, okay?”
billythomas: Daddy and Boy Part 5
billythomas: “Of course you can have some, son. Tuck in.”
billythomas: All shaven and smooth, the way Daddy likes.
billythomas: “My Dad likes me as girly a possible, you know,” my friend Sam said with a laugh in the playground. “How’d you mean?” I asked him. “Oh, you know; I keep my legs and arse completely shaven, make sure my cock is out of sight. I
billythomas: Sometimes the boy just needs a cuddle, you know?
billythomas: “Now listen son, the one thing a boy should be at all times is shaved and open.”
billythomas: I’d started to grow as tall and broad as Dad. My genitals would fill out my trousers and cause people to stare at the bulge. He said we’d started to look like peers, that something had to be done. The answer seemed obvious to both of
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billythomas: “And how’s my beautiful muscle boy, huh? Working hard at the gym?” “Yes, yes sir.” “That’s a good boy. And is my good muscle boy ready to get fucked?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.”
billythomas: My brother had moved out of home two years ago. He was six years older then me, so had finished university and had already started working. I’d just stepped in from school when I got a text from him. Mum and dad home? No. Why? Remember
billythomas: I play my computer games in the living room, sitting cross-legged in front of the screen. Dad comes in and stands in front of me. “Pause the game a minute son,” he says.
billythomas: “Babyboy?” “Yes Dad?” “Come in here, would ya? It’s time for your morning feed.” “Ok, Dad. Be right in.”
billythomas: “Time to eat, son,” Dad yelled from the kitchen.
billythomas: I was playing in the back when I heard a voice. “You must be Billy.” I looked up. “Your Dad sent me out to give you this.” I leapt up and parked myself in front of the man’s groin and began to suck. “Jesus christ, incredible”,
billythomas: It’s only a matter of time before I get my first regular guy to suck. There have been a couple of instances where it’s come up and I’ve given a guy my number, or taken his. Sadly both failed to make or respond to contact. It’s fair
billythomas: I once asked Dad why my thing as so small compared to his. “Come here, son.” I stepped toward Dad. He licked his finger and reached round behind me. Finding the waistband of my shorts he pulled it taut and with his wet finger started
billythomas: The guys Dad sent me to could distinctly be split into two categories: fatherly types who were playing a part in my rearing - these were mostly friends of Dad’s that he went out with - or the second variety; guys who used the whole ‘feeding’
billythomas: “Whaddya say to that, son? Can you believe your mum doesn’t like this thing?”
billythomas: Dad hadn’t used lube in over a year. I’d loosen and moisten as soon as he came in the room.
billythomas: Dad would get up from the dining table and announce that he was off to his study to do some work. I don’t think I really understood what Dad did, but he was always in that study of his, papers strewn over the desk, spread sheets glowing
billythomas: One thing Daddy taught me was not to discriminate. My mates would all laugh at Mr Jefferson from next door and call him fat, but Dad would send me round there every afternoon to collect his load. “Son, your only concern is the load. Mr
billythomas: “Don’t worry son, I’ll be right there with you. We’ll take it slow.” He had been trying to train me to deep-throat. He said that although I was keen and he was always happy with my work, I wasn’t a true cocksucker until I could
billythomas: In a relationship it very quickly arrives at a point where fellatio ceases to be anything particularly kinky. He no longer tells me to suck him, or teases me with it. He simply frees it whenever he’s at home, relaxing, and I suck it. We
billythomas: “Listen, son, you know how when you’ve been wearing the same pair of gloves for ages and eventually the glove becomes the exact shape of your hand? Well that’s what we’re doing here, boy. It may feel like you’re being stretched
billythomas: Dad was my first, and it was only a few years later, when he started sharing me, that I realised just how big he was. He’d offer my hole to anyone - plumbers, electricians, work colleagues, and they’d comment about how “accomodating”
billythomas:“The best way to come down after a run is to get blown”, Dad said. I happily obliged him.
billythomas: lifestyl3: Those phat ass cheeks need to be HANDLED The above comment made me laugh.
billythomas: Dad’s Pussyboy, Part Two I heard the door opening as Dad returned from work. I’d spent most of the day preparing my arse for him, as I did every day; an intensive session of leg presses, squats, and hamstring curls at the gym, followed
billythomas: “Come on, bro. I just want one shot of your cunt to show my mates at the pub.”
billythomas: When Uncle Tom asked me to come and stay the weekend at his country house I knew I was in for a good time. It was 48 hours of having my legs pulled apart and his weight pin me down. He didn’t seem to care where we were; out by the pool,
