This is an adult oriented blog and to my knowledge all represented here are 18+ Young adult male here interested in all things muscly and Daddy....
Reblogged from coachperv
Cumming of age ritual - when it was time, Dad sat me down to instruct me on the fine art of taking care of my meat…
He lifted it by the ample skin. Turned it in my direction.
"Look inside, son."
I leaned to look down to where the glans gleamed slick and purple.
"Get a bit closer," he instructed calmly, in his deep voice, hoarse from his hours yelling at the team.
I got a bit closer.
I inhaled. At once a ripe, pungent odour hit me - bit like fish, bit like iron and blood, but a bit like ripe fruit as well.
"That, son, is why you need to keep your cock cleaned. You want some smell - every man smells - but not so that you’ll knock your lady out!"
I laughed. Moved in closer. I was aroused, feeling a bit sick from it. He took my hand and put it on his cock. It was hotter than I expected - though no hotter than my own - but somehow because it was someone else’s made it feel hotter, and silkier, and thicker. It pulsed strongly in my fist.
"Now, son, I’m going to instruct you in the ways of the cock. How to pleasure it. First with your hand, then with your tongue and mouth, and then…umm…lean forward a bit…"
I leaned forward a bit. Dad slid a hand down the back of my track pants, the hard, calloused palps of his fingers found my sweaty, tender hole. He rubbed the dimple, scratching the itch that had built up from our day on the court.
"Hmmm…bet you didn’t know you had a pussy, did you."
Looking at the cock, and suspecting what was in store, I gulped, stuttered.
"Uuuuhhhh…nnnnoo…sir. I dddidn’t."
"Well, don’t worry. You know your Dad loves you. I’ll be nice and gentle."
And taking me by the back of the neck Daddy pressed my face to his and slid his fat, slick beast of a tongue inside my mouth, ready, open, eager, to receive all that he had to give, to learn all that he had to teach.