Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 21:32:58 -0500
From: Gerald Simmons <umpire@columnist.com>
Subject: When Dad tried to cure me

I don't remember exactly how old when all of this transpired, but it was
during my middle school years. We were on vacation and for some reason
my Dad and I were sharing a motel room bed while en route to our
destination. I was very curious about grown men at this point, and I
found myself tempted to touch my sleeping father.

I remember resisting this temptation for a while, but I could not get it
out of my mind. Finally, I allowed my hand to slowly and gently begin
exploring my father's body. It didn't take me long to find his crotch.
I slipped my hand through the fly of his pajamas and began touching his
underwear. I finally managed to slip a couple of fingers into the fly of
his underwear.

At this point, I was as eager to feel his pubic hair as I was his dick.
I very slowly began fondling my father. After awhile his dick began to
get hard, and obviously, this was very exciting for me and the thrill of
touching his stiff cock was beyond my ability to resist. My father was a
very sound sleeper, and he really didn't begin to wake up until he
reached orgasm. Naturally, when he came close to climaxing, it became
obvious, and I backed off. I was scared that he knew what I had been
doing, but he woke up thinking it was nothing more than a wet dream.

He went into the bathroom for several minutes. When he returned, he got
back into bed wearing only his pajama top because his pajama bottom and
underwear were now messed up. My excitement rose as I realized that my
Dad was not wearing anything below the waist. I couldn't help look at
him as he was walking around with his stuff hanging out, so he knew that
I had awoken.

When he got back into bed, he began explaining about wet dreams. He had
never talked to me about it before. I don't remember much of what he
said, but I remember not being able to get back to sleep in anticipation
of being able to explore him in the nude.

Within a short period of time, he was back asleep and snoring. My hands
got busy again, and before I knew it I was basically jacking my father
off. I was so into it, I couldn't bear to let go when he started to cum
again. Well, of course he woke up, and he realized what was going on.
He called out my name and told me to stop. At that point, I let go and
rolled over trying to act like I was doing it in my sleep.

He didn't push the issue that night, so I hoped that maybe I had gotten
away with it. But the next day he took me aside and tried to talk about
it. I was denying everything and wouldn't respond. Naturally this issue
put a damper on the rest of the vacation, but my father seemed as
reluctant to talk to me about this as I was to talk to him about it.

A few weeks after we got back home, my father invited me to spend the
weekend at the lake just him and me. Dad had rented a cabin for the
weekend. He didn't give me many details, and I don't really remember the
few he gave me. I remember being worried that this was related to the
fondling incident, but I remember looking forward to it rather than
dreading it. Let me also say that this was very unusual. Dad and I had
never really done anything like this all by ourselves.

On the drive up my heart sank as Dad began to clumsily bring up my
"problem." I sank into my seat and just listened. He told me that he
had talked to some doctors and stuff about what had happened and whether
it was normal or not. Apparently, they said that it wasn't all that
unusual but it might indicate homosexuality. He thought I was going
through a phase, and that I just needed to transfer my interest from guys
to girls. So he had come up with a plan. He described this weekend as a
sexual exploration weekend for me. He would allow me to use him and his
body to explore my curiosity about men. Naturally this shocked me, and I
didn't believe him, but then he told me the catch: For the first 24 hours
of our trip, I could do whatever I wanted, and he would cooperate, but
during the second 24 hours, he would be in charge, and I would have to be
willing to do whatever he wanted me to do. He had "arranged" for us to
have some female companionship during the second half of our trip.

Now although this sounds very kinky in my retelling, it was very clear
that my father's plan was for me to do some fairly innocent exploring
with him, and later he planned to bring in some prostitutes for me to
lose my virginity in hopes that I would realize how much better sex was
with women.

I was very skeptical, and I verified with him that he would do whatever I
wanted him to do sexually. He confidently told me that I was in charge
for the first 24 hours, and that he would allow me to do whatever I
wanted. He said that as far as he was concerned his body would be my
laboratory, and I would be calling the shots. I asked him when my 24
hours were to begin, and he told me that technically it started when we
left home. So I asked him whether that meant that he would allow me to
strip off his pants while he was driving (I was trying to get him to say
"No" so that I could figure out where the real boundaries were.) He told
me that was fine, but that I better be careful because any of the passing
trucks would be able to see what was going on in our car. And besides,
we only had a few more minutes in the car before we would arrive at the
cabin site.

So the deal was I could use Dad as a sex toy (he would never have
described it this way!)for a day if I would agree to allow him to call
the shots during the second day of sex. To a horny kid, this sounded
like a dream come true, so I agreed.

to be continued...

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