Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 20:51:46 -0600
From: Tya Ishia <tyaishia@gmail.com>
Subject: Tya's Family Fun - Geoffs Story

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I had just started college. It was supposed to be an exciting time, but all
I could think about was how I was going to miss my family. Teaching my
younger brother Ryan about the ladies, warning my little sister Tya about
the boys. Mom's cooking, and Dad. Oh I would miss Dad the most.

Being the first born had it's perks. Mom treated me like I could do no
wrong, Ryan and Tya both looked up to me like an idol, but my favourite was
all the bonding time Dad and I spent together. It was all innocent enough
at first. Fishing trips, camping trips, learning to start fires, tie
knots. My first track meet and all the ones that followed. Dad was always
there. Until I hit puberty. Once my muscles started to really develop and
my chest hair started to grow in, Dad and I stopped taking trips. He
avoided me like the plague most of the time. I couldn't understand it. I
tried to talk to mom about it but she could only guess, he hadn't explained
it to her either.

One hot summer afternoon between junior and senior year of high school I
finally had a chance to talk to dad about it. Mom had taken Tya and Ryan on
a trip to visit Grandpa so Dad and I were alone. Mom's dad never approved
of her marrying Dad, so one of us kids always stayed home with dad while
mom took the other two to visit him.

So there we were, Dad and I, alone in the house for about a week. I let the
first day and a half go by normally, but then just before dinner I cornered
him in the kitchen while he was cooking. And I confronted him about it.

"Why'd you just drop me, Dad?" It was the first serious thing I'd said to
him in years. I had taken his abandonment in silence for most of my
life. "What happened? Why did you stop taking me on trips with you?"

All he did was sigh. I wasn't going to let him get away with it, he was
going to give me an answer. I now towered over him by a mere 3 inches, but
my muscle mass was at least twice his own. I was a runner yes, but to avoid
looking misshapen and weird I spent almost as much time working my upper
body. He was not going to get past me. But he surprised me by not even
trying. He shrugged and held up his hands in defeat.

"I'm sorry, son. I can never truly explain it to you." He seemed to shrink
even smaller as he turned back to cooking dinner. I sighed feeling
defeated, turned and walked out of the house. I was only a few feet away
when my cell phone rang. It was the house, therefore it was dad.

"Yeah, what?" I answered, like I usually did.

"Please, come back. We'll talk about it over dinner. I promise." His voice
seemed almost depressed over the phone.

"Alright fine. I'm just going to go for a run first." I hung up the phone
without saying goodbye and started out on my run.

The years of living with a ghost of a father had given me some issues. I
badly craved his attention, but worst, I badly craved the attention of any
older man. As my bare feet pounded on the pavement in a steady warm-up jog,
the memories flooded through my head.

The first older man who gave me the time of day was my English teacher in
grade 9. I was already fairly well developed and muscular as I had been
running track since elementary. It was my love and I did nothing but run,
study and work out my upper body. Any outside viewer would probably think
Mr.Hay had taken advantage of me, but I would never think that. We had
something special.

It started when track season started and I had to miss first period every
day for early morning practice. It meant that every morning I missed
English class and I ended up having to make up the time after school. I was
lucky that Mr.Hay liked to stick around for about an hour after school to
start on grading his papers. So he was always around to show me what I had
missed in class that day. I don't remember exactly how it started, a
dropped pencil here, an accidental brush against there and before you know
it we were flirting. Openly flirting. Sure I was only 14 and he was
probably about 35, but that didn't seem to bother either of us. There was a
connection between us.

Once the flirting started it quickly escalated to touching, and
caressing. And then even further to kissing and making out. Eventually he
invited me over to his place after school for dinner. My parents happily
let me go over to Mr.Hay's house. After all, we had long since convinced
them he was tutoring me. So after school one day, after reviewing what I
had missed in class, Mr.Hay and I got in his car and drove to his house. I
remember that he blushed slightly when he opened the front door for me.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Mr. Hay's voice was deep and I always thought
it was really senesual too. It was probably the thing that first attracted
me to him. I stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't anything
spectacular, teachers don't make much money, but it wasn't terrible. He had
followed me as I wandered into his living room, his big strong hand landing
gently on my hip. I turned to look at him and he brought his other hand up
to my cheek. We kissed then. Passionately and deeply. He took control over
the kiss, and I was happy to submit to him. I was always happy to submit to
him.

"The door," I whispered breathlessly after pulling back from the kiss. I
hadn't noticed if he had closed the door or not. He just smiled at me and
reassured me he had closed it and locked it. We were alone, for the first
time ever and we would not be walked in on by anyone. I blushed a little at
the thought. "Mr. Hay," I murmured happily as I brought my lips to his
again, but he withdrew.

"Please, Geoff, call me Thomas." I nodded, grinning like an idiot as this
change in title denoted a very serious change in the manner of our
relationship.

"Alright, Thomas," blushing, I grinned even wider. Saying his first name
was even better. "I want to take advantage of our alone time." My blush
brightened, lighting up my cheeks as the thought of what I was about to ask
him to do to me both excited and embarrassed me. "Please, Thomas, I want
you to take my virginity. I want you to make me a man." At my words
Mr.Hay's pants tightened noticeably. I could feel his hard cock trying to
break free of his slacks and pressing against me.

"Are you sure?" He seemed to be worried about hurting me, or that I hadn't
thought it through.

"Yes," I pressed my young body against his, "I want you Thomas. I've wanted
you since we first kissed. Please." I kissed him then and for once took
control of the kiss. My tongue darted into his mouth and I deepened the
kiss even further. My hands grasped at the side of his wide chiseled face,
his wrapped themselves around my muscular body. That's when he picked me
up, and as we started to kiss even more wildly with more desire, Mr. Hay
carried me up to his bedroom. He broke the kiss as he set me down on his
bed.

"I want you to understand what you're asking me to do, Geoff." The large
brown man before me half whispered. He started to undress slowly, removing
his shirt as he continued. "What you want is asking a lot. You're young,
and tight, and I'm," he trailed off as he starred down at me. His eyes upon
me made me blush, like he knew how I looked without my clothes on. I smiled
at him and joined him in stripping, but much less slowly. I quickly whipped
off my printed tee, and wiggled out of my jeans, dropping them both to the
floor beside his bed. I left my boxers on for now. Waiting to see what he
held in store for me before showing off my own.

"And you're?" I prompted as I scooted up to the head of his bed and leaned
back against his pillows in nothing but socks and my boxers. He seemed to
be drooling over the sight of my thin, but athletic body. My creamy skin
and my long blonde hair. Mr. Hay's gaze lingered on the hard bulge in my
boxers, he growled lustfully. His big brown hands fumbled with his pants
button and zipper.

"And I'm," this time he didn't stop talking, I just couldn't hear him
anymore as all my focus was on the huge thick beast of a cock that he had
finally exposed to me. I was in shock. I hadn't realized dick's could be
that big. That thick. "Geoff? Geoff?" He chuckled as he noticed me staring,
jaw agape and clearly drooling down my chest, at his thick throbbing
member. It was already dripping pre as he had clearly been rock hard since
I asked him to take my virginity away from me. Before I knew it, I had
cleared the distance between us, the entire length of his bed, in a
heartbeat. I was now on all fours before him licking up and down his
length. "Oh Geoff!" Thomas Hay moaned as my young boy tongue worked its way
back and forth along his thick shaft. I flicked my tongue across his tip
and then, finally, for the first time ever, took a cock into my mouth.

It was a struggle to keep his girth in my mouth and I could now understand
why he was so hesitant to take my virginity. Even though it was a strain on
my jaw to take it, I was still loving every second of it. He moaned and
groaned happily as I amateurishly worked his cock in and out of my mouth
and throat. My hands came up to hold his long shaft at the base, which
brought me up from being on all fours in front of him to sitting back on my
legs. The move in position shifted my boxers enough for my tip, slick with
my own pre cum, to peek out from the bottom. I could feel Mr. Hay shiver as
he noticed my wet tip.  "Please," He whispered, "Geoff, please, stop. I
want to taste you. And if you keep sucking me off like this I'm going to
blow a load right in that pretty mouth of yours." He smirked down at me,
which told me that he really did want to cum all over the back of my
throat. But I did as he asked and I stopped. "Lay back at the head of the
bed again, please." I smiled at the kindness of his words and obeyed
happily. As my back landed softly on his mattress, Thomas climbed up onto
the bed with me. He stalked slowly up my body and towered over me. He
leaned down and kissed me softly as his hand slid down my side and grabbed
at my boxers. My English teacher pulled my boxers off with one hand as his
mouth was pressed firmly against my own in a passionate lovers kiss.

"Oh Thomas," I moaned as his hand had found it's way back up my leg and was
now stroking my hard teenager cock. He just smiled in response and crawled
back down half my body. Positioning himself between my legs he started to
lick happily at my balls, while his hand once again found the shaft of my
cock. Mr. Hay's hands looked like they could crumple my hard cock up like a
Styrofoam cup if he so wished, but his grasp was gentle, tender, loving. He
pumped his fist up and down my length slowly as his tongue licked and
lapped and even drew figure 8's on my balls. I couldn't help myself as I
moved my hand down to the side of his mouth. "Thomas, please, don't tease
me any longer. Let me feel the heat of your mouth on my cock. Please." I
was quietly whimpering with desire for him and he could tell how badly I
wanted him.

He toyed with me for a few moments longer before he finally gave in to my
whimpers. His lips slid over my tip slowly, precisely, and as his lips
finally started to encircle the head of my cock, his tongue flicked and
twirled around my tip. The pleasure he brought me as his mouth took my cock
in and out of it was amazing. It wasn't my first blow job, but it was
definitely the best. He busied a hand with the job of playing with my balls
while his tongue and mouth hungrily pumped my cock. "Oh god, Mr. Hay!" He
growled, reminding me to call him by his first name, "Sorry,
sorry. Ooooh. Oh Thomas I'm going to cum!" He made a noise that told me he
understood but he didn't move to avoid my hot barely teenage cum spurting
out into his mouth. I groaned and moaned loudly as I came, shooting string
after string of thick cum into my English teacher's throat. He moaned
happily as he pulled away from my crotch to climb back up my body and kiss
me with his mouth still full of my own seed.

"Good lord, Geoff. You're such a hot young stud," Thomas moaned happily as
he broke the kiss and then laid on the bed beside me. "You know what I
think we should do now," his smirk tempted me to ask even though I knew he
was going to tell me. "I think we should.."

I remember I was snapped out of my happy memory by my cell ringing in my
pocket. I was now running full speed down the street and so had to slow
down to a jog to answer it.

"Yeah, what?" I hadn't even bothered to check the caller display.

"Dinner's getting cold and we really need to talk. Please Geoff, come
home." It was Dad. I had almost forgotten about him, I was so wrapped up in
my own thoughts.

"Okay, I'm on my way."

By the time I had closed the front door I could tell Dad had been
crying. Whatever it was he had to say to me wasn't going to be easy on
either of us. I just hoped we didn't yell and fight. I slowly made my way
into the dining room, my clothes slick with sweat from my run, clinging to
my runners body. I think it was at that moment I knew what Dad had to say
to me before he even opened his mouth. It was in the way he looked at my
body. Admired it. Lusted after it.

"Dad?" The flicker of desire I had seen was extinguished just as quickly as
it appeared. Maybe I had been seeing things.

"Sit down, Geoff." I did as I was told and sat across the table from
him. "I have some things to tell you. Do you want to eat dinner first, or
hear them now?"

"Let's eat first. The look on your face tells me I might not have an
appetite after." So we ate. In silence and without exchanging many
glances. It felt like an eternity. My curiosity kept throwing idea's into
my mind about what it was he was going to tell me. What explanation he
could have for the years of avoiding me. When we had both finished our
meals neither of us moved to clear our dishes. I just stared at him until
he started to speak.

"I," his word's failed him for a moment. "I'm so sorry," my Dad started to
weep. "I never meant to hurt you, that's actually why I kept myself away
from you. I didn't want to hurt you." I was confused. He didn't want to
hurt me? This is the man that beat me with a cane when I crashed his car
last fall.

"I don't understand," I was frowning at him, trying to put the blanks
together to make a solid idea. "You have always been the
disciplinary. You've hurt me. What do you mean you didn't want to hurt me?"

"I mean," once again his word's failed him. This time it took him longer to
get them back. "I mean that the things I wanted to, want to, do to you
whenever you're near me they.. they're not natural. They're not right. Some
of them would hurt you physically in a way you can't imagine and some of
them would hurt you mentally. I didn't want to do that to you. I mean, I
wanted to, but I had to control myself."

"Dad. Just spit it out. You're just making me more confused. What are you
trying to tell me?" I didn't care anymore what he had to say, I just had to
hear it.

"I want to fuck you Geoff!" My fathers face was flushed, whether it was
with anger or embarrassment I couldn't tell. I didn't care. I was in shock.

"What...?" I whispered, fighting back the throbbing erection his words had
created.

"I want to take your cute little ass and I want to plow into it with my
cock. I want to take your ass's virginity, and even worse I want you to
fuck me!" He seemed to no longer care either. He was getting a weight off
his chest that he had carried since I hit puberty, since I had become a
man. "I have wanted to for a very long time and anytime I'm around you I
can smell your musk. It just drives me even more wild. I can't stand it
anymore!"

"Why...?" I was fumbling for words. I didn't know if it was the lack of
blood flow to my brain or just the pure shock of hearing my Dad say such
hot things to me.

"I don't know," he started to calm back down. "I've been asking myself that
for years. 'Why? He's my son!' I haven't come up with an answer. I'm sorry,
but I guess I couldn't avoid it any longer. You needed to know." I just
nodded slowly. I would have gotten up and left the room, gone up to the
solitude of my room to think things over, except that he would notice the
huge bulge in my running shorts. And maybe thinking things over wasn't what
I needed to do.

"I forgive you Dad," I smiled up at him, "and I understand." The look on my
fathers face became very confused and it just made me smile even more. At
that moment I stood up, walked around the table, bent over and hugged my
Dad for the first time in years. "I want you too," I whispered into his
ear. It wasn't until I said it that I realized it was even true.

"What?" His voice gave away that he was wanting to believe me, but was
afraid to. So I released him from my hug and stood up straight. I was
pitching a very serious tent and his gaze slowly found it. And when he
finally saw it, he licked his lips slowly, "Really son?" His voice quivered
with excitement. I could see in his eyes that he would do anything to have
me. Suddenly my evil streak popped up. I was going to make him work for it.

"Really, Dad." I slowly pulled on the tie cord for my jogging shorts,
loosening them before sliding them down over my rock hard cock and on to
the floor. "But you don't get to fuck me yet, Dad." I grinned, "First you
have to suck me." I think he almost came right then and there he was so
excited. I didn't have to say anything else before his lips were around my
cock and pumping up and down it's length already. "Ooh yeah Dad, suck your
son's cock." It was so exciting, more exciting than the time I hid under
Thomas's desk after school and sucked him off while he had a parent teacher
meeting. I had never thought of my Dad this way until the moment he blurted
out that he wanted to fuck me. I ran a hand through the thick hair at the
top of his head, brushing it to the side and watching as my cock slid in
and out of his lips. "You're a cock sucking pro, aren't you Dad?" He nodded
with my cock fully hilted in his mouth. I could feel the head of my hard
manhood pressing firmly against the back of his throat and let out a loud
throaty moan. I was going to cum if he kept sucking me off like this. The
hand that had brushed his hair away took a handful of it and roughly pulled
his head back, sliding my cock out of his mouth.

"What's wrong son?" He looked concerned that I had changed my mind. I
smiled down at him, releasing my grip on his hair.

"Nothing Dad, you're great at that. Too great. You're going to make me blow
too quick. I want to enjoy this." That's when I had an idea. "You say you
want to fuck me, Dad?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Well then," I bent over
the table, raised my ass in the air and exposed my tight teenage pucker to
him by spreading my cheeks with my hands. "You'll have to get me ready for
your cock then, won't you? Lube me up," I paused and let him stare at my
not-so-virgin asshole. "With your tongue."

"Oooh thank you!" Dad nearly exploded with joy. I heard his chair topple
over and felt him grasp my hips tightly in his hands as his face buried
itself between my cheeks. His tongue darted out hungrily and lapped away at
my sweet pucker. He slobbered over my hole generously, but also teased it
by pressing the tip of his tongue inside me. I was moaning deeply and my
hard cock, wedged between my hips and the dining table, was leaking precum
like crazy.

"Oh Daddy!" I moaned, pushing my ass back against his face. "Stop teasing
me please!" I begged, I needed to have him inside me. "Please just ram that
cock of yours into me! I need it!"

"You sound like a little bitch," my Dad mumbled into my ass, clearly
regaining his composure and being the forceful Alpha male I knew him to be
once more. "Are you a little bitch, Geoff? Are you going to be Daddy's
little slut?" He had pulled away from my ass now and was removing his own
pants and underwear. I looked back at him and watched as his thick cock
stood straight out, pointed intently at my tight passageway. I shivered
with anticipation as he started to rub the tip of his hard dick against my
slick, tight, asshole.

"Yes Daddy, I'm your little bitch," I whimpered, he had turned the tables
on me and was now the one in control, the one allowed to call names and be
degrading. "I'll be your little slut, whenever you want me
Daddy. I'll.. OH!" He had been slowly pushing the head of his cock into my
pucker and it finally popped inside. It felt so good I couldn't help but
drip out even more pre cum onto the wood table.

"Now," My fathers authoritative voice boomed out, "moan for me slut."
That's when he started to pound my tight little asshole like it had never
been pounded before. My father thought I was an anal virgin, but I had had
men before. Quite a few at that. But I wasn't going to correct him, I would
let my father think he was the first man to ever intrude my ass with his
cock. He kept thrusting his hard length in and out of my tiny pucker,
grunting and moaning with me at every movement.

"Oh god Daddy! I'm going to.." I couldn't hold it back any more, my fathers
thick manhood stretching and fucking my ass had pushed me over the edge. My
muscles clamped down as my sticky hot seed spurted all over the table,
covering both my chest and the wood. As my orgasm hit, the clamping down of
my ass must have sent my father over the edge as well because his thrusting
stopped with him fully hilted inside me.

"That's a good bitch," my father cooed at me, sliding one of his hands from
my hips to my ass and giving it a soft rub. "You're such a hot young stud,
boy," I blushed as my fathers words reminded me once more of Thomas Hay, my
English teacher and first lover.

Thinking back on that first time my father and I went at it only made me
miss him more as I dragged my ass across campus to make it to my first
class of the semester in time. College was going to make me miss my family
a lot, but like I said, I would miss Dad the most.