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Somehow he managed to make it to his easy chair and he began snoring almost immediately. I decided to salvage what fun I could by taking the car out for a little joy ride. Squatting next to his chair I reached my hand into his hip pocket. All I expected to find--besides the keys--was a bit of loose change. So I was surprised when my hand grabbed hold of something that felt like stones that had been stuffed into some kind of pouch. I manipulated the stones in my hand for a minute and my thumb brushed across what I took to be a bit of fur. I've never known my dad to carry a mojo or anything like that, but I figured whatever he carried in his pocket was his business. I still had a mission to complete.

Interesting as it was exploring in the dark wasn't getting me anywhere, so I reached up and turned on the lamp next to my dad's chair. Suddenly, in the light, I saw that my hand wasn't in my dad's pocket--it was buried in the open fly of his pants--and he was going commando! The "stones" I was holding in my hand were actually my dad's nuts and the "fur" was his pubic hair! I was stunned--unable to react for just a moment--but in that moment my dad woke up!

"What the hell are you doing?!"

My choices were to tell him the truth; that I was looking for his car keys--like he'd ever believe that under the circumstances. I could lie to him--but what could I possibly come up with to explain this situation? Or I could say nothing and let him draw his own conclusions. I chose to say nothing. I just sat there looking guilty. For a minute, dad didn't say anything either. Then we both noticed that I still had his nuts in my hand and his cock was starting to respond to the attention.

I yanked my hand back like I'd touched a hot stove; ready to stand up and run but my dad had other ideas. His right hand grabbed me by the hair while his left hand undid his belt. In one quick motion he stood up, undid the one button that held his pants on, and pushed them down to his ankles. His cock, now raging hard, seemed to grow even bigger as he guided my head to his crotch. I tried to resist--tried to pull away--but he was much too strong for me.

"You started this and now you're gonna finish it!"

He yanked my hair with both hands and I opened my mouth to cry out from the pain. Little by little--inch by inch--he forced his swollen member down my throat until his nuts were crushed against my chin and his pubic hair was tickling my nose. Not that I'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, but I never imagined my dad was so hung. It felt like I had a fuckin' salami lodged in my throat. I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it though 'cause a few seconds later he started pulling back.

I thought he'd had a change of heart, but no such luck. The mushroom head drooled precum as it briefly rested on my tongue--then plunged forward again. In and out--over and over--for what seemed like hours. Finally, with a yell loud enough to wake the neighbors he slammed down one more time; grinding against my face while he flooded my gullet with his cum.