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Every night, I would be lying fast asleep in my Jim-Jams, dreaming about something or another, when my dad would come in. It would be pitch black when he came, and I always got a little tingle in my tummy knowing what was coming. I could hear him. I could feel him getting closer as he approached the foot of my bed. Every night we did this. Every night while I slept, he would enter my bedroom and relieve himself. We had been doing this as early as I can remember, and it was something special only he and I did.
Sometimes it was his steps that woke me, and sometimes it was when he got up onto my bed. Sometimes it took right up until he was leaning over me and unzipping his trousers before I woke up. If I was extra tired, he would literally have to press the tip of his cock against my lips before I realised he was there, his penis nudging against my lips, trying to worm its way inside.
Once I was awake, I knew exactly what he was there for, and why he was trying to push his penis into me. This was our special routine. Whether it was winter or summer, every night he would come in and I would drink my daddy's pee. If it was winter time, his pee would fill my belly, bloating it and warming me from the inside. If it was summer, his pee would be extra potent from the beer he likes to drink in the evenings. Either way, his pee had to be drunk and I had to be ready.
When he pushes his penis in my mouth, he'll have already pulled back his foreskin, his super sensitive head brushing against the inside of my cheeks. After he pushes his cock in, he likes to stay like that for a while. He would be leaning over me, and I could hear his deep breathing. I think he does it to make me wait for it. Either that or he likes feeling my breath on his penis as he rests it there for a while, with me beneath him smelling his sweaty manly crotch right in my face.
Eventually, I heard him sigh, and he would start. Sometimes, at first taste, I would grizzle, and my dad would hush me. I don't really know why I grizzle, and I don't know why my dad hushes me because it is only the two of us here. Sometimes the taste is just unexpected, and my body just makes that noise. He would just run his hand through my hair as his pee flow grows in strength. I can hear him over me, as well as the dull hissing of his pee hitting the inside of my cheek.
I always make sure to swallow his pee down quickly. Even though he is only soft, his penis resting on top of my tongue already fills up a lot of space in my mouth. It doesn't take much of his pee to fill my mouth and I might spill it. His torrent quickly swirls around inside, between my teeth, before I drink it down, one gulp at a time.
When he finally does stop peeing, I'm usually the one who sighs with relief. Most of my job was done, but he usually likes to leave it in my mouth for a little while afterwards too. Sometimes a few last drips come out of his peehole, extra sharp-tasting ones which I will taste in my mouth until morning. He likes to lazily rub his cock along my tongue while we recover, feeling the little bumps and ridges on my tongue against his length. He doesn't do this for long, though, because he always gets hard. As soon as this happens, he pulls it out, because he saves that for the morning.
"How was that, Son? How did it taste?" My daddy always asks me.
I opened my eyes and could see the shape of my dad above me. He was so much bigger than me in every way. His big, heavy balls still dangled in my face, reminding me that that was where I came from. His big, musty cock looked massive to my young eyes as it swung there.
"Yes, thank you, Daddy." I replied back to him.
"What did your daddy's pee taste like tonight?"
"It tasted a bit like apples Daddy, but really salty and bitter too. Did you have some beer tonight? "
"No, perhaps it was the coffee I had earlier. Was it very strong? "
"Yes, it was Daddy. I can still feel it tickling my nose. "
"You're such a good boy for drinking it then. Okay, kiss your daddies' cock and go back to sleep. "
I placed my lips on the head of his penis and gave it a soft peck goodnight.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head." My dad called from my bedroom doorway.
My tummy growled, hungry for food. We are not a rich family. We were actually quite poor, I think. Daddy makes do with what he earns, and he always likes to 'recycle' our food where he can. Sometimes they talk to us at school about recycling, like what sort of stuff can go in different bins that can be reused later on. Daddy doesn't recycle quite the same way as most families, though. When he pees in my mouth overnight, he calls that recycling because I am drinking something he has already drank, and he likes to recycle for breakfast too.
Knowing breakfast would be ready soon, I quickly made my way to the kitchen. We always had cornflakes in the morning, which was almost like a treat in our house. Sometimes it was the only real solid food I got in a day, and with the sounds my stomach was already making, I was starving. My daddy was always generous with my meals, especially breakfast, filling my bowl near the brim with its crunchy golden yummyness. That said, he usually didn't give me normal milk; he would use the store bought stuff for himself, and I would have Daddy's special milk that came out of his cock.
"Did you sleep well, son?" My dad asked as he came and started tugging his penis over my bowl.
"Yes, daddy." Oh, I got an A on my math test yesterday! I forgot to tell you. "
"That's great, son. Have you made any new friends?"
"No, Daddy." I replied sadly. "But, Jerome is still my friend. I really like him. "
"That's great, son."
I could see Daddy's cock was getting hard and I would watch, almost hypnotised, as his foreskin moved up over his cockhead, then back down again, his purple, almost angry looking knob positioned to gift me with his milk. I was sad I didn't have my foreskin like my dad did. My mom had me cut when I was a baby. It was one of the many things Mommy and Daddy fought over before they split up.
"Is your milk almost coming, Daddy?"
"Yes, son... uh... nearly there."
It was nearly as big as my arm when he got all big and stiff. I couldn't wait until I could get as big and as hard as he could. His cock looked so huge and powerful, and he could make special milk come out of it. He said one day, my own one would be able to make milk too, and he looked forwards to drinking mine.
I could hear my dad huff and puff, and his face turned red. He moaned, and then, with one final tug, he started depositing his creamy goop right on top of my cornflakes. His big balls were always so full, able to serve up lots of his white cream for me. Eight thick ropes of it striped across my bowl, and he made sure to squeeze his cock, ensuring every last drop of his balls could give, had oozed out onto my food.
"Thank you, Daddy. Can I give it a kiss? "
"Of course, son." Daddy said, turning towards me so that his penis was facing me.
I gently took his thick cock in my small hand and angled his drooling head towards my mouth. I puckered my lips, kissing the tip, tasting the last white pearly drop oozing from his peehole.
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I have a secret. I have a lot of them, actually, but most of them are with my daddy. This one he doesn't even know about.
I love my dad and everything he does for me, but some days I just get so hungry. It got to the point where I had to get an extra meal from somewhere, and I could never complain to my dad. He tries so hard and it would break his heart if he thought he wasn't doing enough.
At school, I have a friend called Jerome who is my best friend. He and I are the same age, and he is a redhead and pretty poor too. I like Jerome. I feel like I can tell him anything. My secret is that today I managed to finally convince Jerome to do something for me. Something I never tell my daddy. But more about that another day.
"What is for dinner tonight, Daddy?" I asked expectantly.
"Soup tonight, Son." Daddy said, passing me a large bowl of watery liquid.
Ugh, soup. Soup nights usually meant Daddy wasn't getting paid much next week and he was trying to save money. It wasn't the same as the chicken and potatoes we got on a good week, but at least there was always plenty to go around. That said, it didn't usually taste all that special. The soup Daddy made wasn't great. It didn't have any meat in it. It was mainly water with some mixed vegetables steamed in. Sometimes he added some salt to it as well, but it still didn't have much taste.
"Blagh..." I complained. "It just tastes like hot, salty water."
"Sorry son. Daddy is really struggling at work lately. "
I stirred my bowl and looked down into it. It looked like little more than a brown puddle, with a couple of vegetables, flavourless and slimy, drowned in the stuff. Perhaps that is why I didn't mind drinking Dad's pee or having him cum in my cereal. At least those things had some taste to them.
"Can we have some chicken next week?" I asked hopefully.
"We'll see. If I get a good pay check, I'll see what I can do. "
"Okay..." I replied, taking another sip and grimacing. A green bean had managed to find its way onto my spoon, I flinched as I swallowed it, feeling every inch of it slither down my throat. I hated green beans.
"Would you like Daddy to add some spices?"
"Yes please!"
We couldn't afford normal spices, but my daddy had his own way. He had done this for me before; I just didn't like to ask him for it. Adding spices to my hot soup wasn't very fun for him, as I knew it hurt him a bit, but I also knew he was willing to do anything to make sure I was happy.
I put my soup down on the floor. Daddy stripped off his work pants and boxers, squatting down over it. I marvelled once more at the size of his soft cock, remembering that it was where I came from. His cock provides so much for me, but this time it would be his butt to the rescue.
Daddy took a deep breath before lowering himself into the soup, dipping his bare bottom into it. I watched him wince as the hot liquid touched his buttcheeks. Then, with a bit of strain, I heard the tell-tale sound of a fart as he blew it straight into my soup.
A few bubbles rippled up, and a wet farting sound frothed up from within the liquid. He strained some more, the stress turning his face red, before he finally managed to force another large bubbly fart directly into my food. The gases from his butt caused little ripples in my soup, and little bits of foam formed around the edges. With his contribution to my meal now done, he stood back up, and I passed him a towel so he could wipe his wet bum.
"There you are, son. Enjoy. " Daddy said, passing my bowl back to me.
"Thank you, daddy."
I sat back down at the table as Daddy cleaned himself. I took a sip, and with my daddy's home-made addition, and it tasted so much better. There was an earthy, gritty texture there now, maybe even a bit of poop. It had flavour now too, a crunchy, dense flavor, much better than just slimy old vegetables. I smiled at my daddy, and he smiled back at me.
"Forgetting something, son?" Daddy asked.
I gently kissed the tip of his penis to thank him once more. We didn't have much, but we had each other. I would be drinking his pee again tonight, and I couldn't wait.
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In the evenings, Daddy likes to watch his shows. I find them boring, but he likes me to join him, so I sit on his lap. Usually he has me strip naked after dinner, so I can sit on him and he can fiddle with my weiner. I just let him play with it because it feels so nice, and eventually I get really, really stiff.
He likes to play with my butthole too. When he first started doing it, I didn't really think much of it. I figured he liked to stick things up there, and I just found it funny. He started with pens and markers, small things he could easily push up my butt. He would always ask if I was in any pain, but I never was because he was so slow and careful. Over time, he tried putting all sorts of different things up my bum. Eventually, he stopped using other things and just used his fingers instead. He would push his fingers or thumb up there, and even that would make my will hard. And as boring as his TV programmes were, I started looking forward to our little bit of fun at night.
One day, he asked if he could put his penis inside me. He never asked me when he first stuck things up there, but he said this was different. This would be special. I didn't really see what the big deal was at first because of how many times he had already put his fingers in me. I came over to him like any other night, except this time he was naked too. I sat my naked body down on his legs, feeling his fuzzy hairs and big cock underneath me.
"Daddy will go nice and slow, okay?"
"Okay, daddy."
I didn't really know what he meant, but I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my hole. He was already hard, like he gets when he does my breakfast. But this time he held it firm, and carefully pushed it up my butt. I could feel it stretching and my daddy moaning behind me as he got more and more in there. His cock was definitely the biggest thing he had ever put up there, and it felt warm and firm. He was right. This was definitely something special. This was something else. I felt myself getting fuller until I could feel my bum sitting against his belly.
"You make me so proud, son. You're so brave. "
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Daddy is going to start fucking you now. Hold on tight. "
Daddy started me moving up and down inside me, and it felt really good. I could feel my guts stretching to make room for him as he bounced me up and down in his lap. The way his penis kept going in and out of my butthole, and the bumping up and down on his belly, kind of felt like a pogo stick as he fucked in and out of me. I began to really like Daddy's shows, because I knew he would want to do this every night.
"How was that, son? Did you enjoy it? "
"Yes Daddy! Can we do it again tomorrow? "
"Of course we can. Why don't you give Daddy's penis a nice kiss goodnight and you can go to bed. "
"Goodnight daddy."
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Jerome and I usually sit by ourselves at school. Everyone else eats and talks at their tables, but me and him usually sit at a table by ourselves. As usual, everyone else was eating except for me.
"Please Jerome!" I begged.
"But that's so gross!"
I wouldn't ask if I didn't like you! Come on, we share everything. Please? "
"But that's just... yuck! "
"Just let me try it this once, cmoooon, I'm starving!"
After a lot of begging, Jerome agreed. We rushed off together to one of the further away bathrooms. The bathrooms were perfect because they were so far away. Everyone else would be eating their lunch while Jerome and I could do our dirty deed on the other side of the school. I started to get everything ready, I made some room and laid some rolls of toilet paper across the floor.
"So... what happens next?" Jermone asked, standing there watching me.
"You poop on the paper."
"Are you going to watch me do it?"
"Yup!"
He looked at me long and hard, and then stiffly walked over to my little setup. He pulled his shorts and undies down and then scooted down, crouching his bum over the paper. I had seen his pecker a bunch of times, so I didn't make a big deal of it. I knew it was slender and a bit longer than mine, and his balls were kind of bright pink. I was more interested in what was going on behind him today, so I went around back for a look. His pale, almost white butt was sitting bent over, ready to deliver my stinky lunch.
It took him ages to poop, maybe because I was watching him do it. His squatted bum pointed at the floor, and my mouth was getting hungry for what might come out of it. I stared at his butt while he strained. His near white skin curved under him, and I noticed he had a few tiny freckles sprinkled on the underside of his cheeks. Peering down the narrow valley of his crack, I could just make out the change in skin colour where his butthole started. I couldn't see his actual hole, but I could see the skin stretching where he was trying to push something out.
Eventually, I saw his hole sort of change, and I heard a long hissing noise as he let out a fart. We both giggled as he continued to push, a small brown mass appearing between his legs.
"Is it coming out?" Jerome asked.
"Yeah. It's brown and it smells. " I said, as I watched.
He waggled his bum a few times, his steaming hot turd dropping to the floor. He stood up, pulling his pants and underwear with him, and turned to see his lonesome turd still on the floor.
Jerome didn't want to watch me do it, so he left me on my own. I was alone in the school bathroom, my best friend's turd sitting on the floor. Its smell reached every corner of the room; his small brown nugget there just waiting for me. That was my best friend's poop. His shit. I clenched my fists. I had to do this quickly or I might talk myself out of it. I had already tasted everything my dad could offer, so this should be easy.
I got down on the floor and scooped up his poop using some toilet paper. I could feel its warmth against my hands through the paper. This was Jerome's poop, and I was holding it in my hand. His poop, which he had just crapped out of his hole, and I wanted to eat it. It looked like a small meatball, brown and a little cracked. Little bits of something were in it too, and it really stank. I closed my eyes and stuffed the humming thing right into my mouth.
Immediately, I felt it smoosh against my teeth. It was warm, like pudding, and sort of creamy, but really bitter. It tasted like the lead at the top of a pencil, except it was moist and slippery. I pushed it around with my tongue for a bit and then swallowed. It actually tasted kind of good; it just didn't smell too nice.
I was feeling more confident now, so I brought it to my mouth again, this time taking a bigger chunk. Its steamy smelliness slid down my throat, reminding me a bit of my daddy's spices from when he sat in my soup. I took one last bite, basically the last of it; the rest was just brown smears against the paper. I could still smell it in the air, but my tummy was now a little less empty. It growled angrily as I fed it this foreign food, but the empty feeling was gone. I quickly put the leftovers in the toilet and flushed.
"So. How was it? " Jerome asked from behind me, having just heard the sound of rushing water.
"Pretty good." I smiled. "There is something I usually do after things like this. Something me and my dad do. "
"Oh okay. What is it? " Jerome asked.
"I sort of have to do something. I have to kiss you somewhere..."
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