Surprise in Boston Chapter 2 The Christmas Gift
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It was two days before Christmas and I was headed east
on interstate 80 to commemorate the birth of our savior
at my parents' house in Ohio. My wife, son and daughter
were with me, and we would be sharing space with a
large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of
sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding
shotgun and was busy scolding the k**s who were
fighting in the back seat over some highly significant
issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum.
Although a light snow had been falling since shortly
after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and
I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana.
Despite my family's tendency to transform into
Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending
holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought
my mind back to a Christmas many years ago.
It was 1985, and I had turned f******n three months
earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of
puberty and was an attractive k**; I played on the JV
football team and was reasonably popular. It was
Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after
spending the evening singing carols with my family. As
I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on
my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that
would soon change my life: "Scott, I have a special
gift for you. Come to my study at 2:00 a.m. Love, Dad."
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite
11:30. I wondered what Dad had for me, and why he had
to give it to me at such an odd hour. Obviously it was
meant to be a secret, but what could it be? I was
definitely intrigued. I had asked for an Atari that
Christmas, but didn't see why he would give it to me in
the middle of the night.
I set my alarm for 2:00 so that I would not doze past
the appointed time, but need not have done so. I was
far too excited to sleep, so I just lay in bed and
stared at the ceiling while I listened to the melodic
strains of Wham on my Sony walkman, which my father had
given me a few Christmases earlier.
Finally 2:00 arrived and I got out of bed. At a time
when not a creature should be stirring, not even a
mouse, I quietly crept down the stairs to the study
that my father used. It was a place where he worked and
sought private sanctuary from the chaos of his home
life, and my sisters and I were only rarely allowed in.
The door was slightly ajar and I knocked.
"Come in, Scott," my father ordered quietly, "and shut
the door behind you."
I complied with these instructions and stood before my
father, noticing the half-empty whiskey decanter on his
desk.
"I have a special present for you, Scott," my father
said and took a large sip of his drink, then another.
"It is actually a present for your penis," he added
nonchalantly.
I was shocked to hear him say such a thing but could
tell by the lustful glint in his eyes that he was dead
serious. The penis he mentioned immediately responded
and rose to full mast in an instant.
"I can see your prick is excited," my father stated as
he pointed at the tent in my pajamas.
"I am going to give you a blowjob, Scott. You're old
enough now to experience the pleasure of lips on your
penis."
I was speechless as I stared at my father with bulging
eyes. I would never have thought that he would utter
such lewd words, let alone try to get into my pants.
But I was f******n and horny as hell and wasn't going
to turn down an invitation to my first blowjob.
"OK," I finally mustered.
My father walked around from his desk and stood in
front of me. He reached out and stroked my rigid cock
through the thick flannel cotton of my blue PJ's as he
smiled at me. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol.
"I think you're going to like this," he said as he
dropped to his knees. He grabbed the sides of my
pajamas and yanked them down, releasing my cock to the
cool night air.
"Now that is pretty," he sighed as he looked at my six-
inch boner. He took hold of it and stroked it a few
times, then started lapping the big purple head with
his tongue. I moaned while Dad licked all around the
corona with his talented tongue, and it felt so good I
thought I might collapse. Dad anticipated this and
grabbed my ass cheeks to hold me up. After giving my
dick head a nice bath, he ran his tongue the full
length of my veiny shaft several times, then opened his
mouth wide and took the tip of my swollen prick into
his mouth.
I let out a loud appreciative grunt when Dad's hot
mouth engulfed my randy meat. I gently ran my fingers
through Dad's dark hair while he sucked on my prick
head, then clenched fists around several strands when I
felt him swallow my entire penis down to the root.
Although this was my first blowjob, I could tell that
my father had definitely sucked cock before, as he had
no trouble taking all my pole into his throat.
"Oh, Dad, that feels so good!"
"Mmmpf," came Dad's muffled reply as he pressed his
lips against my pubic mound. He slowly raised his mouth
back up to the tip of my cock then swirled his tongue
around the head again before plunging all the way back
down. He repeated this several times and I started to
thrust my hips forward to meet his plunges. This
definitely beat jacking off, and I knew it wouldn't be
long before I shot my load.
"Dad, I'm gonna shoot soon. You should stop," I warned.
Dad's response was to grab my young ass and pull me
towards him so that I couldn't get away. Clearly Dad
wanted me to jizz in his mouth, and I was certainly
willing to let him. He may be my dad but it felt so
good and I didn't want to stop. I felt the pressure
build up in my balls and gave him one last chance to
back down.
"Here it comes, Dad, I'm gonna shoot!"
Dad bobbed his head up and down more quickly and was
grunting with deranged lust. My cum fired out of my
adolescent prick and into his mouth and was quickly
vacuumed down into his eager throat. I thought I was in
heaven as I came in his mouth and never wanted the
feeling to stop. This was pure heaven. Pure bliss. I
had never known anything could feel as good as it did
when Dad drank all the cum out of my balls that night.
Finally I pulled my cock from Dad's mouth and he licked
the head one last time to get the last few drops of
semen that were dangling from my slit.
"Fuck Dad, that was nice! Thanks!"
"You're welcome, Scott. And Merry Christmas. Now if
you're a good boy next year, maybe you'll get another
nice present next Christmas," he said as I pulled up my
pajamas and headed back up to bed.
I got the Atari the next morning, along with several
game cartridges for Donkey Kong, Frogger and other
games, but neither Dad nor I said anything about the
previous night's activities. The following year he once
again invited me to his study for a secret nocturnal
blowjob, and he has done so every Christmas Eve since.
We have never talked about it and he has never blown me
any other time of year. It is just our special little
Christmas tradition, something we both enjoy but never
discuss.
Before I knew it we were pulling up into my parents'
driveway, and my sleepy k**s and wife got out of the
car to greet everyone. I hugged my mother and then my
father, who patted me playfully on the rump.
"I hope to see you at 2:00," he smiled at me.
"You bet, Dad, you bet," I assured him as I felt my
dick once again start to rise.
on interstate 80 to commemorate the birth of our savior
at my parents' house in Ohio. My wife, son and daughter
were with me, and we would be sharing space with a
large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of
sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding
shotgun and was busy scolding the k**s who were
fighting in the back seat over some highly significant
issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum.
Although a light snow had been falling since shortly
after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and
I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana.
Despite my family's tendency to transform into
Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending
holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought
my mind back to a Christmas many years ago.
It was 1985, and I had turned f******n three months
earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of
puberty and was an attractive k**; I played on the JV
football team and was reasonably popular. It was
Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after
spending the evening singing carols with my family. As
I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on
my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that
would soon change my life: "Scott, I have a special
gift for you. Come to my study at 2:00 a.m. Love, Dad."
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite
11:30. I wondered what Dad had for me, and why he had
to give it to me at such an odd hour. Obviously it was
meant to be a secret, but what could it be? I was
definitely intrigued. I had asked for an Atari that
Christmas, but didn't see why he would give it to me in
the middle of the night.
I set my alarm for 2:00 so that I would not doze past
the appointed time, but need not have done so. I was
far too excited to sleep, so I just lay in bed and
stared at the ceiling while I listened to the melodic
strains of Wham on my Sony walkman, which my father had
given me a few Christmases earlier.
Finally 2:00 arrived and I got out of bed. At a time
when not a creature should be stirring, not even a
mouse, I quietly crept down the stairs to the study
that my father used. It was a place where he worked and
sought private sanctuary from the chaos of his home
life, and my sisters and I were only rarely allowed in.
The door was slightly ajar and I knocked.
"Come in, Scott," my father ordered quietly, "and shut
the door behind you."
I complied with these instructions and stood before my
father, noticing the half-empty whiskey decanter on his
desk.
"I have a special present for you, Scott," my father
said and took a large sip of his drink, then another.
"It is actually a present for your penis," he added
nonchalantly.
I was shocked to hear him say such a thing but could
tell by the lustful glint in his eyes that he was dead
serious. The penis he mentioned immediately responded
and rose to full mast in an instant.
"I can see your prick is excited," my father stated as
he pointed at the tent in my pajamas.
"I am going to give you a blowjob, Scott. You're old
enough now to experience the pleasure of lips on your
penis."
I was speechless as I stared at my father with bulging
eyes. I would never have thought that he would utter
such lewd words, let alone try to get into my pants.
But I was f******n and horny as hell and wasn't going
to turn down an invitation to my first blowjob.
"OK," I finally mustered.
My father walked around from his desk and stood in
front of me. He reached out and stroked my rigid cock
through the thick flannel cotton of my blue PJ's as he
smiled at me. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol.
"I think you're going to like this," he said as he
dropped to his knees. He grabbed the sides of my
pajamas and yanked them down, releasing my cock to the
cool night air.
"Now that is pretty," he sighed as he looked at my six-
inch boner. He took hold of it and stroked it a few
times, then started lapping the big purple head with
his tongue. I moaned while Dad licked all around the
corona with his talented tongue, and it felt so good I
thought I might collapse. Dad anticipated this and
grabbed my ass cheeks to hold me up. After giving my
dick head a nice bath, he ran his tongue the full
length of my veiny shaft several times, then opened his
mouth wide and took the tip of my swollen prick into
his mouth.
I let out a loud appreciative grunt when Dad's hot
mouth engulfed my randy meat. I gently ran my fingers
through Dad's dark hair while he sucked on my prick
head, then clenched fists around several strands when I
felt him swallow my entire penis down to the root.
Although this was my first blowjob, I could tell that
my father had definitely sucked cock before, as he had
no trouble taking all my pole into his throat.
"Oh, Dad, that feels so good!"
"Mmmpf," came Dad's muffled reply as he pressed his
lips against my pubic mound. He slowly raised his mouth
back up to the tip of my cock then swirled his tongue
around the head again before plunging all the way back
down. He repeated this several times and I started to
thrust my hips forward to meet his plunges. This
definitely beat jacking off, and I knew it wouldn't be
long before I shot my load.
"Dad, I'm gonna shoot soon. You should stop," I warned.
Dad's response was to grab my young ass and pull me
towards him so that I couldn't get away. Clearly Dad
wanted me to jizz in his mouth, and I was certainly
willing to let him. He may be my dad but it felt so
good and I didn't want to stop. I felt the pressure
build up in my balls and gave him one last chance to
back down.
"Here it comes, Dad, I'm gonna shoot!"
Dad bobbed his head up and down more quickly and was
grunting with deranged lust. My cum fired out of my
adolescent prick and into his mouth and was quickly
vacuumed down into his eager throat. I thought I was in
heaven as I came in his mouth and never wanted the
feeling to stop. This was pure heaven. Pure bliss. I
had never known anything could feel as good as it did
when Dad drank all the cum out of my balls that night.
Finally I pulled my cock from Dad's mouth and he licked
the head one last time to get the last few drops of
semen that were dangling from my slit.
"Fuck Dad, that was nice! Thanks!"
"You're welcome, Scott. And Merry Christmas. Now if
you're a good boy next year, maybe you'll get another
nice present next Christmas," he said as I pulled up my
pajamas and headed back up to bed.
I got the Atari the next morning, along with several
game cartridges for Donkey Kong, Frogger and other
games, but neither Dad nor I said anything about the
previous night's activities. The following year he once
again invited me to his study for a secret nocturnal
blowjob, and he has done so every Christmas Eve since.
We have never talked about it and he has never blown me
any other time of year. It is just our special little
Christmas tradition, something we both enjoy but never
discuss.
Before I knew it we were pulling up into my parents'
driveway, and my sleepy k**s and wife got out of the
car to greet everyone. I hugged my mother and then my
father, who patted me playfully on the rump.
"I hope to see you at 2:00," he smiled at me.
"You bet, Dad, you bet," I assured him as I felt my
dick once again start to rise.
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