Slumbering Toad
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I sucked off my girlfriend’s dad (again)
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 13:30:47 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
The next week seemed to drag on, and all I could think about was my girlfriend’s dad. Him and his fat, 10-inch cock.
Sunday finally rolled around, which meant another family dinner. I was excited to see Jerry again, hoping I’d get some more alone time with him. Clara and I showed up to her parents’ house with an appetizer and a bottle of wine, ready for another fun evening.
“Clara! Steven!” Debbie opened the door to greet us. She hugged us tightly and kissed us both on the cheek before letting us inside. She called it the ‘mom tax.’ We came here every week, but Clara’s parents always acted like we haven’t seen them in years. Clara calls it crazy, but I think it’s kind of sweet.
Once inside, I placed our things on the kitchen counter. “Look who made it!” my girlfriend’s dad said, hugging Clara tightly. Letting her go, he turned to me with an excited look. “Steven! Boy am I glad to see you! I’ve got a big project in the garage with your name on it.”
“Hey, Jerry! Good to see you too,” I said. I had a pretty good idea what his ‘big project’ was.
“Oh, don’t mind him,” Debbie said. “He’s been talking all week about his ‘secret project’ and how he can’t make any progress without you.”
I looked to Clara, not wanting to abandon her the second we arrived.
“Go ahead, babe,” she said with a smile. “It’s good for you guys to bond over something. Mom and I will work on the food.” She kissed me on the cheek, then started unpacking the things we brought.
With the green light from Clara, I followed Jerry into the garage and closed the door behind us. That door was the only thing standing between us and the girls in the kitchen. “So,” I began, “what sort of project are you working on?”
“I think you know,” Jerry replied, grabbing his crotch.
My heart jumped in my chest. I was hoping for another encounter, but I didn’t think it would be this easy. “That’s funny,” I said. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“Well, this thing ain’t gonna suck it self. Get over here, boy.“ I watched in awe as he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock.
“Hold on, Jerry. Don’t forget, you still owe me a blow job.” I blew him last week; it was my turn to get my dick sucked.
Jerry just chuckled to himself. “Is that how you think this works?” He shook his head. “No, Steven. You’re going to be sucking my cock today and every Sunday from now on. Understand?”
I nodded my head instinctively. My dick was instantly hard.
“Now take off your clothes and get over here.” Jerry stood with his pants and boxers around his thighs, just enough for his huge cock to hang out in front of him. He grabbed it and started to stroke himself.
My eyes went wide. “You want me to do what?”
“Strip, Steven. And make it quick. We don’t have a lot of time here.” He was getting impatient, plus he was right. I didn’t have time to argue.
I glanced at the door one more time. If anyone were to walk in, they’d instantly spot us. I looked back at Jerry. With shaky hands, I began to pull my shirt over my head. I yanked off both shoes, then my socks, tossing everything into a pile. I unbuttoned my jeans, then stepped out of them.
“Go on…” Jerry said, his hand slowly pumping his massive dick.
I was so nervous that my palms became sweaty. We could be busted any second, but at least Jerry could pull up his pants easily. How would I explain being fully naked? I fingered the waistband of my underwear, took a deep breath, and dropped them to the floor. I was completely nude in my girlfriend’s parents’ house. With all my clothes in a tidy pile, I dropped to my knees before my girlfriend’s dad.
“Good boy, Steven.” I looked up at Jerry from my knees, waiting for his next command. He stroked his dick right in front of my face, flaunting the power he held over me. “You can start by licking my nuts,” he said.
I immediately obeyed, fueled by how horny I was. Sure, I wasn’t getting a blowjob like I had hoped, but sucking Jerry off was pretty fun too. I lapped at Jerry’s balls, dragging my tongue back and forth across his sack. As he jerked his dick, his nuts bounced up and down in my face.
“Atta boy,” he whispered. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved me into his crotch. One hand held me firmly in place while the other stroked his fat dick. He rubbed his balls all over me, teabagging me with his wet nuts. It was absolutely humiliating. He finished drying his balls on my face before finally letting go of me.
I sat back on my heels, looking up at my girlfriend’s dad. We had just begun, and already my face was wet and sloppy, my hair a mess.
“Open up,” he commanded.
I opened wide and stuck out my tongue. He slapped his cock on it a few times, bouncing it with a weight that I couldn’t wrap my head around. My girlfriend’s dad was HUNG.
“Ready?” Jerry whispered. He didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed me by the hair and drove his hips forward, shoving his cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag immediately. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. “That’s it. Take my big cock, Steven.” After holding me for another moment, he released me and allowed me to breathe.
“Fuck, Jerry,” I whispered. “Your dick is so-“
My girlfriend’s dad cut me off, shoving his dick back into my mouth. He held my head in both hands, gently thrusting in and out of me. He didn’t go as deep this time, instead opting to go shallow but fast. All I could do was keep still as he ran his dick in and out of me. Drool spilled out of my mouth, coating both his cock and my chin, making a mess of my face.
God, I was horny. He continued to fuck my mouth, grunting and breathing heavily as he thrusted into my face. My lips were wrapped around his fat, wet cock, the underside sliding along my tongue with each thrust. My own dick was rock hard, just begging to be stroked. I reached down to jerk off, thinking I could multi-task while I sucked Jerry off.
He didn’t seem to like that. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he asked. He pulled me by the hair, yanking me off him, then slapped my cheek with his slobbery dick. “You’re not to touch your cock without my permission, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered. My dick twitched, desperate to be touched, but I left it alone.
“I’ll make sure you don’t misbehave again,” Jerry said. Then he stepped on my cock. I had to readjust how I sat, allowing his foot to pin my penis to the ground. He rested on my dick with enough pressure to prevent me from moving, but not so much that it was painful. At least, not too painful. This was a whole new level of degrading.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Thank you? What was I thinking? This man was changing my brain. I found myself feeling more and more submissive toward my girlfriend’s dad.
“Good boy, Steven. You’re getting the hang of this.” Jerry stroked his cock while still standing on mine, making sure I knew my place.
Then we heard the doorknob turn.
Jerry quickly pulled up his pants, while I scrambled to hide under the workbench. I was still fully naked, but out of sight from the kitchen door.
“How’s it going in here? You boys hard at work?” It was Debbie’s voice.
“All good!” Jerry replied. I could still see him from my hiding spot. He seemed calm and collected, despite the fact that his daughter’s boyfriend was naked and rock-hard just a few feet away. “You know us,” he laughed.
“Where’s Steven?” Debbie asked. My stomach dropped.
“Oh he’s just looking for a tool we dropped. How’s dinner coming along? We’re working up quite the appetite over here.”
“Just a couple minutes out,” Debbie said cheerfully. “Don’t be too long now!” I listed to the door close, then let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew,” Jerry said. He immediately pulled down his pants again, ready to pick up where we left off. “Come here, Steven. Get that dick under my foot.”
I crawled back over and let him step on me once more. Jerry resumed jacking off, intent on cumming before dinner.
“Stick out that tongue again, boy.”
I did as he said. My girlfriend’s dad continued to beat his meat, his balls bouncing on my tongue with every stroke. The way he was going at it, it wouldn’t be much longer.
I had mixed feelings about the whole situation. I was frustrated that I wouldn’t get to cum, but also happy that I was serving Jerry. In a way, it felt natural that he would be superior to me. He was a real man; I was just a servant.
Jerry started grunting now, his fist still pumping his dick, his balls swinging in my face. Any second now.
“Stand up,” he said. “I’ve got a gift for you.” He released my cock from under his foot and I quickly jumped up, obedient as ever. Then he grabbed my dick with one hand, still jacking off with the other.
“I’m gonna cum on your dick, Steven.” A few more pumps and Jerry’s cock exploded. “AHH!” he shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. His cum shot onto my dick in thick, creamy ropes. He continued jerking, milking out his load. Most of it landed on my dick and balls, while a few drops missed and landed on the floor below. This was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced. I watched on in silence as Jerry just kept cumming, an endless fountain pouring over my pathetic dick.
When Jerry was finished, most of my dick was covered in his cum. My balls too.
“Fuck, that felt good.” Jerry sighed and pulled up his pants, a grin on his face. He tousled my hair, patting me for a job well-done.
“Thank you,” I said. I blushed slightly.
“You’re good at taking orders,” he laughed. “I’m already looking forward to next Sunday.” He winked at me, walking back towards the door.
“Wait!” I said. “What about the mess? And my clothes!”
“Oh, that’s right. You can lick up any cum that got on the floor. As for your dick, that’s staying soaked for the rest of the night. Just get dressed and meet us inside. Dinner’s almost ready.” Jerry opened the door just a crack, then slipped back into the kitchen. I heard the conversation start up, and I knew I didn’t have much time.
In a panic, I licked up the few drops of cum that had fallen to the floor. My cock was hard as a rock, drenched in Jerry’s cum. I rushed over to my clothes and hurriedly put them back on. It was hard to ignore the wet feeling in my underwear. I only hoped it wouldn’t show through my pants as well. I shoved my boner upward into the waist of my pants, knowing it wasn’t going away any time soon. I did one final check that everything was in order, then made my way to the kitchen.
That night was the most uncomfortable family dinner ever. Jerry kept giving me looks across the table, which only made me hornier. Every time he looked at me, I felt another rush of humiliation. My boner just wouldn’t go away, nor would the sticky feeling of his cum in my pants. It was a constant reminder that he was a real man and I was just his servant.
After this whole ordeal, two things were certain. One: I was going to blow the load of my life when I got home. And two: I couldn’t wait for next week.
