Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2005 21:28:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby <melitobe2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adam and Dad in the Bathroom

All the usual disclaimers apply......



While me and my family don't go naked around the house
all the time we have always all been naked together
round the bedrooms and bathroom at bedtime and
mornings and also we all sleep in the nude.  So it has
never seemed unusual to see my Mum and  Dad or my twin
sister Alyssa without any clothes on.

Right from early on I guess that I was aware that my
Dad's peenie (our family word for it) and mine looked
very different cause he is circumcised and I'm not.  I
never bothered to ask about it though, figuring that
he must just like to keep his foreskin peeled back all
the time though whenever I experimented with my own I
found it pretty difficult to get it back far cause the
opening was quite tight and also the skin seemed to be
superglued to the head here and there.  When I was ten
my Dad had a chat with me one bathtime and explained
the difference between us and got me started working
on my foreskin every night, drawing it back as far as
I could and stretching it under the water and washing
under it to keep clean.  In what seemed like no time
at all the skin freed right up and came away from the
head and before I was eleven I could peel it back
completely with no problems at all.

I don't remember seeing my Dad with an erection when I
was little but I can clearly remember watching him get
one in front of me for the first time when I was
eleven and a bit.  It happened one Sunday morning when
saw me kneeling up in the bath washing my peenie with
the skin right back and the cool feelings I got from
doing it gave me a boner.  By then I had started to
develop a bit and no longer had just a little boy's
willy and when I got erect (which was happening more
and more often) my peenie way more than doubled in
size.  It also got quite a lot thicker and stuck up
tightly against my belly.  I suppose that Dad must
have found the sight of it sexy cause his own dick
quickly thickened and stuck straight out and I
remember him laughing and pointing down at it with his
razor and saying something like "Stiffys are
definitely catching!"  I thought his erection looked
enormous besides mine though I was kind of surprised
that his dick didn't get much more than a couple of
inches longer than it was normally.

I remember I loved seeing Dad with a boner, 'cause the
skin pulled back so tightly that it made the end of
his dick gleam and also when he was hard, the head got
bigger and kind of flared out into a really neat
mushroom shape.  I think he liked seeing me with one
too cause after that first time he always seemed to be
in the bathroom at weekends when I was having a bath
and when I got up to wash my dick, which I always did
until I made myself go stiff, he always stopped
shaving and watched what I was doing and his dick
always got hard too.

As for me I was finding that more and more I
absolutely loved the feelings that I got when I soaped
up my cock and I was gradually soaping it for longer
and longer each time.  Although I had no idea what I
was really doing, each time I suppose that I was
getting closer and closer to making myself come but
then I found that I had to stop what I was doing,
because the feelings got so strong that it felt as if
I was going to pee all over the place.  When I got out
of the bath I was left with a raging boner that stayed
right there right through getting dried, brushing my
teeth and even getting dressed.  I could also feel it
sticking up most of the way through breakfast!

I went on with this little game for quite a long time.
 Then one Saturday when I was doing my thing in the
bath I went further than ever and the feelings got so
strong that I actually gasped out loud and immediately
stopped rubbing myself and my dick gave two little
jerks all on its own.  Dad said "Wow Adam, you almost
came that time didn't you?"  I looked at him confused
and asked him what he meant.  He chuckled and said he
had a feeling that I didn't really know what I was
doing and then went on to tell me all about
masturbation.  I thought the idea sounded awesome.  I
asked him why he hadn't said anything before and he
explained that he thought it would be rather cool if I
could find out about it by accident like he did.  He
also said that it scared him to bits when it happened
to him and when he realised that I was doing it in
front of him bit by bit he thought it would be good if
he could leave me to it but be there to reassure me
about the feelings I was getting if it looked as if I
needed it.

I was so excited about the whole thing and of course I
wanted to go straight on and see if I could get the
fantastic feelings that he had just told me about for
myself.  Dad laughed and said that I might find it
easier to cope with if I was sitting down so I got out
of the bath and got dry.  Dad got me to sit on the loo
and then he produced a bottle of baby oil from the
bathroom cabinet and poured a little into the palm of
my hand and spread it over my boner.  He explained
that he always used it when he tossed off (as he
called it) and that he thought I would like the feel
of it too.  DID I EVER?!  I sat there and rubbed
myself exactly as he advised me.

Omigod!  I remember it like it was only yesterday. The
feelings were absolutely awesome - but then everybody
reading this knows that from their own experience of
it of course. On and on I went and the feelings
gradually became more intense and in a way a little
bit frightening. I told Dad that and he said that what
I was feeling was perfectly normal so I kept on going.

Suddenly it felt kind of as if something deep inside
of me was breaking ..... breaking...... breaking .....
Every now and then the sensations were so strong that
my whole body jerked and juddered involuntarily and I
gave a little moan that I couldn't help. Soon I was
panting and gasping and moaning continuously from the
strength of feelings that I was getting and then I was
suddenly taken over by the strangest and most
wonderful sensations that I had ever felt. Whatever it
was inside me that had been breaking seemed to explode
into a million pieces and strange pulsing squeezing
sensations started in the head of my cock and quickly
spread into my whole body. OH!! I WAS COMING for the
very first time! My God! I will never forget it for
the rest of my life. It was one of the most incredible
experiences I have EVER had.

My Dad was laughing and clapping his hands as he saw
what was happening to me and he congratulated me on my
first ever orgasm.  I looked over at him and saw a
string of clear liquid hanging from the end of his
dick with a big sparkling droplet on the end of it.
Looking down at myself I found to my disappointment
that my orgasm had been dry.  Not that I was
surprised, 'cause Dad had warned me that I would
probably have dry cums for quite a while, as he didn't
start sperming himself until he was almost 13. I asked
Dad if it was sperm that had come out of him and he
explained that it was pre-cum and that it had happened
because he had got very excited from watching me have
my first orgasm.  I was absolutely fascinated by this
and reached out and hooked the droplet off with the
finger of my left hand.  Dad told me to rub it between
my finger and thumb and when I did I found it was
really slippery.  Then I asked him how it differed
from sperm and he laughed and said he would show me.
He put on a little baby oil and moved over to the
vanitory unit and began to masturbate in exactly the
same way that he had told me to do and in no time at
all he groaned "Oh Adam, watch carefully now I'm gonna
sperm any moment!"  Then he started to rub really fast
and as he gave a big gasp of pleasure, thick
whitey-yellow coloured cream started to spurt from the
tip of his dick in ropes, landing all over the
vanitory unit in front of him.  On and on he stroked,
making soft mmming sounds of pleasure, gradually going
slower and slower and eventually he stopped and then
carefully squeezed out the last drops of cum onto the
top surface.  To say that I was gobsmacked was an
understatement and I quickly moved to the top surface
and touched and then smelled the unfamiliar substance.
 Dad laughed at my fascination and grabbing a handful
of toilet paper he cleaned up his mess.

As I write this and look back at that first brilliant
time with my Dad in the bathroom, I still can't
believe and how cool he was to have told me and showed
me masturbation in such a wonderful open way and how
lucky I was that it happened.  If there are others out
there who have taught or been taught in a similar way
I would love to hear from them at melitobe2@yahoo.com
I will write back to anybody who gets in touch.