Dad's best stories 1

Daddy sat down on the side of the bed. “Ready for your bedtime story?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy.”

“It was in one of those Latin American dictatorships. The college kids had an insurrection and the troops had to put it down. Three of them escaped but the Militia used dogs and tracked them down and caught up with them in the woods and tied them to trees.”

“Oh, boy. What did they do to them?”

“The penalty for insurrection is emasculation, so they had to cut their cocks off. The guys knew that and they started whining and crying and begging. There were two muscular soccer players and a pretty boy with a smooth body. Like yours,” he said.

Daddy took the very tip of his index finger and traced my warm penis along the top of the sheet, from the base to the tip. I was already turned on, and the stroke revved my motor.

“They pulled the guys’ pants down and their cocks flopped out.”

“Oh, yes. Tell me, Daddy, were those young juicers sexy?”

“The athletes had big, firm, meaty shafts with wide spongy tips and the pretty boy had a long, smooth one, with a cute pointed head.” He reached down to the lump under the sheet where my cock was now bulging and pressed the head between his fingers and thumb. “You could see they had been beating off a lot because the sides were as slick as goose shit.”

He snatched away the sheet and I felt a draft of cool air on my naked body from head to toe, and my cock went crazy. It sprung up and throbbed and bobbed in the air. In a second, Daddy had my shaft in his fist pumping slightly.

“Aaaaah!” It caught me by surprise.

“Yes, they loved to jack off, but they wouldn’t be jacking off any more,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I hope they cut them off nice and slow.”

A crowd had gathered and they started screaming for the militiamen to torture those cocks before they cut them off. So they brought out small gas torches with the tiniest flames. They started burning the pricks up and down the stems.”

I was rock hard. “Did they scream, Daddy? Tell be how they screamed.”

“Long and loud. They started screaming and then their screams went higher and higher until they sounded like women. Meanwhile their cocks were sizzling. The jocks’ dicks swelled up fat and juicy and the sweet guy’s was hard and turning black.”

“Oh, Daddy, it sounds like the best weenie roast ever.”

“You could smell them cooking. One of the men had a hacksaw and when the college guys saw it they started screaming, “Cut it off! Please cut off my cock.’ These were they same guys who were begging a while before to not cut their cocks off.”

I laughed, and as my belly shook, my cock started oscillating. Daddy grabbed it and his wet lips came down on the head. Then his big-wide tongue slurped all around the tip. Then it popped out like a watermelon seed.

“The torches were turned higher and the burning went deeper. ‘Hurry, hurry. cut it off.’ one jock screamed. ‘Tear my fucker off -- rip it away,’ the other jock wailed. The pretty boy with the long cock screamed, ‘Me first!’ “

“Oh, Daddy, I love it. Whose cock did they cut off first?”

“Neither one right away. It was too much fun watching them roast and hearing the screams. The guy just held the saw at the base of pretty boy’s frying sausage and held it there.

“Oh, I wish I could have been there.” I felt a surge inside my prick and shut it down just in time. My slit oozed pre-cum.”

“The ripsaw guy turned and with one long, deep thrust sawed the long pecker right off the biggest soccer player. He screamed: EEEEEOOOWWWW! But at the end of the scream, it tapered off with a sigh of relief. He had gotten rid of that deep-fried rod.”

It was all too beautiful. I screamed, “Here it comes Daddy, it’s all for you,” and I shot a load high into the air. The rich cream splashed on my abs as another geyser of hot sauce spurted high. Daddy was on my belly by then and caught the cream on his cheek, then licked the rest of the gunk as it bubbled out.

“They made pretty boy cut off his own cock. He was very willing.”

I was still trembling from my orgasm but I quickly yanked Daddy’s shorts down and breathed in the aroma of his super-swelled meat. I held his big, spongy cockhead up to my lips without letting them touch.

“What happened to the other jock?

“They turned one of the dogs loose and it went straight for the cooked meat still dangling fresh on the vine.”

I went for Daddy’s own dangling meat and slurped it into my slobbering mouth. Daddy was having a hard time talking. “Then they -- Oh, do me son, do me. Then they let the --- oooh, wow -- let the dogs loose on those -- so good, oooh -- those cockless turkeys, and they, oooh, aaaah, ripped -- oh, here it comes -- ripped their asses off.” Daddy exploded and his cock rocked and jerked and fired off round after round. Pretty soon we collapsed against one another and had our deep goodnight kiss.

I always thought it was a severe penalty for those guys for having an insurrection. I don’t know what an insurrection is, but I hope I never have one.