Chapter 194

Dad was conditioned in the same way, and for far longer. Faggot, queer, fairy, pouf; the derogatory terms for what he was doing, nearly endless.

The longer Dad sucked, the more comfortable he became in his sucking. Brigitte was right. Dad knew what he liked when someone fellated him. He raised his eyes and watched the face of the man he was sucking, the way Quinn trained me to suck him as his submissive. To look upon the face of the person you pleasure, to read their responses. To determine what you were doing right, and what wrong. Dad read what he was doing in Nat’s face, studying him. He licked and sucked Nat’s balls, sucked the head like a lollipop, took broad swaths of his tongue up his erect shaft, tickled the sensitive joining of crown and shaft. He could feel the shaft swell as Nat started to crest, to feel the precursive twitching, then he covered the head with his mouth and bobbed up and down a couple times until Nat gasped, and thrust upward, filling Dad’s mouth as