Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 21:21:13 -0500
From: Gerald Simmons <umpire@columnist.com>
Subject: when-dad-tried-to-cure-me (Part 2)

When we arrived at our motel for the weekend, I had become pretty
nervous. I waited in the car as Dad went inside to get our room key.
When he came out, neither of us looked at each other or spoke.

When he pulled into the parking space in front of our room, he announced,
"This is it."

We didn't have many bags, so we were able to bring them inside with us in
a single trip. After we both dropped the bags, I slumped into one of the
chairs, and Dad sat on the edge of the bed. There was a moment of
silence, and then he looked at me.

"You're calling the shots here. What would you like me to do?"

I joined him on the bed's edge and rubbed the muscle of his arm gently
with my hand.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"I've never minded a kiss from my boy."

"But Dad, I mean on the lips."

"Look, when it is my turn I don't plan to ask your permission for
things--that's not part of our deal. Our deal means that I will allow
you to do whatever you want with me, and I will cooperate, but that
doesn't mean that I am going to pretend to want to kiss you in a romantic
way or any other such thing. I won't protest, but don't expect me to act
like some cheap whore who will tell you how great the sex is."

"That's not what I mean, it's just that this is so uncomfortable. I
guess I just felt bad kissing you against your will."

Dad just looked at me and then turned his gaze straight ahead as if he
was going to be putting out of his mind whatever happens over the next
day. I finally reached around him in a hug and began kissing him on the
mouth. He didn't respond.

"You said that I was in charge. When I kiss you like that, you know I
want you to join me in the kiss. If I am in charge, then I could 'order'
you to kiss me, but I don't want to have to tell you every little thing
to do when you know full well what I want. Tomorrow when you bring in
your hooker, I don't think you want me to just lie there like a dead
fish, do you?"

Dad hesitated and said, "No, I guess that won't be any good. I'll try to
be cooperative, but I don't want you to misunderstand and think that I
want to be doing this sort of stuff with my own son."

"Fine."

I hugged him tighter and went in for a more aggressive kiss. This time
he responded by kissing me back. This got me very excited, and I wanted
to take off his shirt. My dick was already quite hard at this point, and
it just got worse when I began to unbutton his shirt. He began to
unbutton it on his own, and I told his to stop. I think he preferred
taking off his own shirt than having it done by me the way I was doing
it.

When I got the shirt off, I leaned him back on the bed, and I straddled
his leg. At this point he could certainly feel my stiff member in my
pants. He has a light furry chest hair, and I began gently stroking his
chest. His nipples got a little bit hard, but I think it was more of a
goose bump reaction to the tickling of his chest hair than anything else.

I began kissing his nipples and working my tongue around them. I wanted
to get them aroused. I could tell he was getting a little bit excited by
what I was doing, and so I moved my leg over his crotch so that I could
tell whether he was getting hard. I could definitely feel the presence
of his cock through his pants. I wouldn't say it was hard, but it was
getting full and spongy.

That really turned me on so I turned up the heat and began sucking his
nipples harder. I also began massaging his crotch where his dick was
with my leg. At the same time I was grinding my totally hard cock into
him. I wanted his to get excited despite everything he had said. I
think it started to have an effect on him because he started breathing in
a way that made it seem like he was desperately trying to prevent his
aroused cock from getting fully hard. I tried for a few more minutes
with him, but he was keeping himself under control.

I stopped and sat up for a moment. I put my hand on his crotch where my
leg had been. His dick was definitely somewhat aroused because I could
feel it through his pants and I started tracing it's position with my
hand. Finally, I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and drew down
his zipper. I spread his pants open and placed my hand on his
underwear. His underwear was very thin so I could grab his dick easily
through it. I began stroking his cock through his underwear. At this
point he gave out an involuntary gasp, and his dick swelled up nice and
hard.

I let go and just admired the sight of his cock straining against the
material of his underwear. He reached down into his underwear to adjust
himself so that it was pointing straight up towards his chest. I began
to gently massage his dick making it grow bigger. Eventually the tip of
his cock began to peak out of top elastic of his underwear. That's what
I had been waiting for. I leaned over and touched the tip of his dick
with my tongue. That didn't make him react much, but I loved it because
I could just barely taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

Finally I took the entire head of his cock in between my lips and gave it
a good strong suck. Not only did he gasp, but his entire upper torso
raised up off of the bed. I sat back up to watch him, and he began to
squirm. Suddenly his right hand dove underneath his underwear and
grabbed his cock and he began pumping it himself.

I yanked his hand out and told him, "No! You have to let me do it. Tell
me what you want me to do, and I'll do it for you."

He turned his head away from me and didn't say anything. Suddenly his
other hand was in his shorts playing with himself furiously. I pulled it
out, but he resisted.

"Dad, you are not supposed to be fighting me. This is my time, and you
promised to do what I wanted."

He stopped fighting long enough for me to pin both of his arms behind his
back with my knees. In this position my crotch and obviously hard cock
was right in front of his face. He kept averting his eyes from looking
at it. I enjoyed his discomfort. I reached back with my hand and found
his dick. I began to gently caress it. He began to sqirm some. I
thrust my crotch forward so my hard dick was poking into his chin through
my pants.

"You're really hard, Dad. You need some relief. Don't you like being
sucked?"

No response.

"You're being hostile and not cooperating even though you said you
would. If you want to stop we can and just call off this whole deal.
Both sides of the deal. Or you can relax and have fun with me. You're
hard as a rock and I know you would love for me to suck on your cock some
more. I want it and you want it. So, do you want me to continue, or do
you want to quit and go back home?"

After a long while, I heard a faint, "No."

"'No', you don't want to have some fun with me or 'No' you don't want to
stop and go back home?" It was funny how I was talking to him like he
would talk to me. Suddenly I was playing the adult, and he was the
playing the child.

"No, I don't want to stop and go home."

"Then you want to continue."

"Yes."

"So you want me to suck on your cock?"

He paused and finally said, "Yes."

"At some point I'm going to want you to suck on mine and to do a lot more
things. This is all part of the deal that was your idea. Are you sure
you want to continue?"

"Yes."

At this point I reached back and stroked his cock unexpectedly, and he
flinched.

"I'm gonna let your arms go now, and I want you to undo my pants and pull
out my dick. Okay? Can I trust you to do that?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can I trust you to do that?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Yes, you can trust to pull out your penis."

I looked him in the eyes, and then I lifted my legs off his arms. At
first he didn't move, but I didn't let my eyes off of his, and then he
slowly moved his arms down and began unbuckling my belt. It was such a
turn on to have my Dad taking off my belt. My dick surged in my pants,
and I leaned back on his chest. Finally he made his way to releasing my
hard cock from my underwear.

"Don't let go. Just hold it like that, Yes, that's right. Just hold it
in your hands."

I leaned forward and gave him a slow kiss. He tried to let go, but I
corrected him and made him hold on.

"This is really nice, Dad. So what do you think? Does my dick feel like
yours did when you were my age? Yours is so beautiful. It's probably my
favorite part of your whole body. I love looking like you and being
built like you, but your dick is the one thing that I want most from
you. Doesmine feel like yours used to?

He kept looking at me, and his face softened a bit. He began to stroke
my dick very slowly--not like he was jacking me off, but more like he was
exploring i--thinking about what I had said. When he spoke, his voice
was different. It had a loving tone that I hadn't heard from him in
years.

"Jerry, I can't really remember exactly what my penis looked or felt like
when I was your age."

I reached back and began matching his stroke. "I love the way you're
built, Dad, and I hope that I look just like you. See, your dick is so
thick, and it's nice and long." I began to squeeze and really work his
dick, but not too much.

"You really think so?"

"Oh man absolutely," I pulled away from him and began hugging him lying
on top of him. "Your so well built. I'm afraid that mine won't be as
great as yours when I'm older."

I began kissing his face as he responded, "You've seen pictures of me as
a kid. You look just like me. And even though I don't remember exactly
how big my dick was at your age, When I look at your dick, it reminds me
of mine. I'm sure that when you fully grow up, your equipment will
probably be even better than mine!"

I knew he was being honest about looking like him but exaggerating his
confidence about how great I was going to look later, but I liked it. I
scooted down so that I could begin working on his cock with my mouth. I
lifted his legs and put them over my shoulders. as I began to lick suck
and kiss on his cock.

I could smell his musky smell down there and I loved it. He began to
breathe heavier squirm a bit. Even though I had seen my Dad's private
parts while he changed clothes and when we were together at a public
locker room, I had obviously never had this sort of opportunity to
examine him so close up. He looked even better close up. He had nice
thick and curly pubic hair. I began licking his pubic hair and tickling
him in between long sucks on his cock and balls.

I moved back up to his face and we began kissing passionately and hard.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh yeah."

"I want to learn what your favorite things are. I want this to be the
best sexual experience you've ever had. I'd love for you to suck on me
too, but only if that 's something you think you'd enjoy."

"It'll be like sucking myself off, we're so much alike."

That excited me so much I rolled over on my back and just waited for my
Dad to take me in his mouth. He sat up and smiled at me. He reached
down and gave me a kiss on my face. Then he realigned himself so that
his face was near my crotch and his legs were pointing toward my head.
He reached his arm around under my butt and sort of lifted my waist
toward his mouth as someone might support the back of someone's head that
they were about to kiss.

I nearly exploded my load as soon as I felt his mouth. I physically
convulsed and gave out a yell. Dad didn't flinch but just kept going.
He turned his hips so that I could see that his dick was ready for me to
return the favor. This was the first time I had ever thought about how
people could get into the sixty-nine position and suck on each other at
the same time. I attacked his dick with gusto. I tried to match
everything that Dad was doing. We were going after each other
aggressively and pretty soon I could feel myself starting to cum. As
soon as I did, Dad began shooting like mad.

I had no idea that grown-ups cummed that much more than kids. It was
unbelievable. Even today as I remember it, my mind I'm sure exaggerates
because my memory was that he was squirting shots of cum about twenty or
thirty times and that it was enough to totally soak the upper part of my
body.

I fell asleep, and I think Dad did too. When I woke up, Dad was wiping
me down with a warm washcloth. I remember looking at the clock, afraid
that my time was already up, but I was relieved to find that only a
couple of hours had passed. I looked down at Dad and I was pleased to
see that he had not yet put back on any of his clothes.

"What we really need to do is get you into the shower."

"That sounds great, Let's get in there together."

....to be continued