There’s this random memory of when I was super young and I remember my dad made me take a shower with him so I’d actually wash and that’s the first time I noticed his large p**** and I asked him about it and why it was so big. He then told me that as a man your p**** is larger than a child’s etc and told me how mine would get that big one day. “It’s in our genes, son.” And then I reached out to touch it and he said “Oh no. You can’t touch another p****. It’s a rule.” But I frowned and my dad told me “Ok.. Fine.. But you can’t tell anyone you touched my p****.” And then he leaned his head back and continued washing his hair while I grabbed his p**** and started to study it. It took both hands to lift it up and even then my hands only covered a little of the base of his p**** where I grabbed it with my little boy hands. I watched as his p**** looked like it was moving a little bit. So I held it higher up and looked at it really close and it was moving! It was growing and started to move by itself. I was so amazed! My dad has the biggest p**** in the world! I thought to myself. “It’s getting bigger!!” I said and my dad shushed me and told me to be quiet. “Yes, it grows bigger and harder when it’s played with. All p****’s do. Ha. Go ahead and give it a squeeze.” And I squeezed his p**** and it twitched and grew even larger almost hitting my face. My curiosity took over and I leaned into his p**** and put it on my cheek. He moved back and pushed me off and said “No, son. You can’t do that.” And I said “Why not? My hands can touch it but not my cheek?” And he said “Well.. I guess you can.” And I asked “Is it bad to hug it?” And he said “Well, it’s bad touching it, but I suppose since you’re touching it, it doesn’t matter how you touch it. Just don’t put it in your mouth.” And he grinned and leaned his head back to rinse the conditioner out of his hair. I leaned into it and hugged it to my cheek and my dad didn’t notice. I opened my mouth and it was so close to my lips it practically moved into it when I turned my head and I put the big tip of his p**** in my mouth. My dad still didn’t notice and kept rinsing his hair. So I kept flicking my tongue around it tasting it and it was like any other skin if you licked it I guess. Why did he tell me not to? It’s not bad. I thought to myself. My dad leaned back forward and I saw his eyes staring at me as I had the top of his p**** in my mouth. I pulled off and said I was sorry, but nothing bad happened when I put it in my mouth. My dad grinned and said “Well, I said don’t put it in your mouth, but that’s because if you put it in your mouth you have to keep sucking on it until I tell you to stop. Ok?” And I felt bad like it was a punishment but I was ok with it since it didn’t do anything to me when I did it. So I leaned forward and he pointed his p**** to my mouth and then he pushed it in my mouth until it hit my throat which took .2 seconds. He told me to take as much of it in as I could and to try not to choke too loud. And then he pushed my head onto his p**** until it felt like my throat was being ripped open and for like 1 full minute he kept pushing my head down while I was gagging and throwing up on his p**** but he kept pushing it in and out of my throat until he said he was going to shoot something in my throat. He started to moan and then I felt this hot liquid start shooting into my throat and I couldn’t breathe but I could taste every salty drop of the stuff that he was unloading into my throat filling my stomach, throat and mouth, running down my face as he kept pushing in and out until he stopped and let my head go. I thought I was dying. I was surely going to die. Then he put the shower head to my mouth and told me to drink it down. I drink it down. I gasped after drinking the water and I could breathe again. We rinsed everything off us and then we got out of the shower.
