When my tongue was tracing the curves of the large vein that runs down the center of my father’s cock, it began to pulse and he moaned louder, groaning with the deepest voice I had ever heard from him. He was cumming. I was so shocked and yet elated. I wasn’t really ready for it, nor knew what was happening. This white thick cream shot onto my face and hair, and some dripping down his cock. I thought it was like pre-cum so I licked at the tip as he was cumming, but the taste was a little more sour than I would have wanted. I swallowed what was in my mouth, but opted not to bother with the rest. I remember thinking of rotten fish when I tasted his cum. Salty didn’t come to mind, but that would have been a better description. 


He slouched down and shook the rest of the cum from his cock, most of it landing on my face as I licked at his right testicle. I don’t know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my cheek. After his penis began to recede, he pulled his boxers and pants back up and helped clean me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the lips and said that he loved his son and wished me a good night, sweet dreams, the whole ordeal. He did that every night, but tonight was special. At least I felt it was. 


That was my first experience. Not my last at a young age, and certainly not the last with my father, but I just, I guess I needed to get that out finally. Thank you for tolerating my story. Finally, I’d like to say that I don’t condone sexual acts between youth and adults. This story was just my personal experience.