Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 19:19:42
From: dave adkejian <davead20@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anal Fun with Dad

Anal Fun with Dad
by Davead20@hotmail.com

My name is Dave, I'm a 23 year old medical student.

This story happened in April, when I went home from Philadelphia to visit
my Dad in D.C. on a break.

My Dad is a 48 year-old guy, in amazing shape.  He has a white-collar job
but although he works at a desk all day, he's always made it a point to
work out regularly. He is about 5'11, 180 pounds, dark hair/dark eyes,
clean shaven, really full lips and very toned body, with a nice smattering
of chest hair. (By the way, I look pretty much like him, also with dark
hair and dark eyes, though I'm only 5'10!)  He and my mom are divorced and
she lives on a kibbutz in Israel so I don't see her much.

Anyhow, one night Dad and I went out after dinner for some beers and were
just shooting the breeze.  Dad was talking about his new girlfriend,
Starla, and how amazing she is. You have to know this about my dad: He has
an addiction to floozies who have great bodies and no brains.  And he likes
to talk about sex.  Since I was about 16 he hasn't held back much from
telling me about his great escapades, as if he's giving his buddy some good
advice that I'll be able to use in the sack, myself.

It was a funny kind of night.  I was getting a little buzzed and as we sat
at the table drinking our knees kept touching, which I enjoyed a lot.  Dad
was talking about "g-spots" and how much fun it was to work that spot on
Starla and watch her go crazy. I'm usually pretty reticent talking to Dad
about sex; I just nod and go "uh-huh" a lot. But something set me off to be
a little daring.

"Too bad guys haven't got a g-spot", I said.

"Yeah", Dad answered.

I had an idea.

"Let's get going", I said. The beers we'd been nursing were empty.

We set out into the evening--Dad lives just a few blocks from the place
we'd been drinking.  It was one of those warm D.C. nights--we were both
wearing shorts and short-sleeves, and as we started to walk, we kept
bumping into each other--which I enjoyed a lot.

"You know, I remember learning in school that guys do have a g-spot", I
said.

"How's that?"

I started to explain to him how in men and women the same cells develop
into different types of equipment although they still share a similar
underlying purpose.  We were already at the door of the house when I got to
the part about how a man's prostate gland is likely the equivalent of a
woman's g-spot when it comes to getting off.  I couldn't believe that I was
talking like this to my Dad!

We went and sat down in the living room on his couch, in such a way that my
right knee was touching his left as I faced him.

"So how is Starla gonna trigger my g-spot?" Dad asked.

"Well, you gotta---" I hesitated.

"Gotta what?"

I went on, fortified by that last beer.  "She's gonna have to stimulate it
with her finger."

"No fucking way", said my Dad.  "That sounds pretty scary."

"It's not that hard to find it," I said, "and it will feel amazing."  I
blushed when I realized what I'd said.

"So you've had your g-spot played with?"

I demurred.  "Well, you learn all kinds of things in medical school."

We sat for a few minutes.  Dad seemed to be taking this all in.

Finally he spoke up.  "How's it feel, I mean for her to get her finger up
there?  Sounds painful."

"No, Dad," I answered.  If she knows where she's going, it'll be fine. Plus
it's pretty obvious how to find it."

"How?"

I couldn't believe that my Dad was so ignorant of his own body.  I tried to
explain.

Dad had a blank look on his face.  Or maybe it was all that beer.

"Tell you what, Dave.  How about you show me."

Huh? For a split second my mind reeled.  And then, I'm glad to say, I came
to my senses.  I didn't know what would happen next but I figured this was
my chance for something good.  "OK, Dad," I said, "after all, I'm the
doctor in the family."

"What do I do first?"

"How about taking off those shorts."

Dad stood up, peeled off his shorts and his undershorts too.  He stood
there in his tennis shoes and socks, looking pretty amazing to me. His
cock, which I hadn't seen since I was a kid, looked like it could get
pretty big, although at the moment it was soft.  His shirt hung down almost
to his dick and I wanted to see him out of it.

"Chuck the shirt, Dad, it'll get in the way."

The shirt came off.  God, he was hot. Really firm pecs, really good biceps,
a defined stomach.

"What next?"

"You're gonna want to get in a position where you can easily access
your--anus."  God, that sounded weird.

"What do you suggest?"

"Well," I said, just sprawl out on the couch.

"Hey, Dave," he said in a playful way, "just show me.  This is kinda
embarrassing on my own."

Once again, I had the presence of mind to go along with this.  I shucked
off my clothes and sprawled down next to him, spreading my legs so that my
own hole was accessible and so that, incidentally, our knees touched.  Dad
mimicked my pose.

"Alright," I said, now you've just got to get your finger in there.
Without forethought, I licked my index finger and began to play with the
rim of my butthole.  Dad laughed.  "That's quite a picture."

"Well, then," I said, embarrassed, "Do you have any lube?"

"No", said Dad.  "I guess, when in Rome...", and put his finger into his
mouth to moisten it.

I wanted to see what was coming.  I decided to shift my position, leaning
against the arm of the couch with my legs out in front of me, on the couch,
with my knees bent, so that Dad could clearly see my asshole.  "Get in the
same position, Dad," I said, "so that I can instruct you."

Dad complied.  What a view I had! His cock dangling down, a beautiful pair
of balls, lightly covered with fuzz, and below them, also surrounded by a
light dusting of hair, a gorgeous, tight, pink, asshole.

Dad began to insert his finger in, and then grimaced.

"You've got to get it relaxed, Dad."  I said.  I had a thought.  "Hang on a
sec."

I ran into the kitchen and found a bottle of olive oil.  This could be
messy.  I quickly ran up to the bathroom and grabbed some towels.  Then I
came back down.

"This'll help--stand up for a second while I lay down the towels."

Dad looked strangely dizzy.  Had we really drunk so many beers?

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his bicep.  It felt amazingly hot.
I'd never been in this position before, naked, next to my naked dad, about
to teach him how to explore his own butthole.  We looked at each other for
a moment.  I felt a tingling start in my dick.  Then I lay down the towels
and we got back onto the couch, again facing each other.

"When you're aroused, Dad, everything is a lot more relaxed down there.  So
how about we get ourselves a little worked up."  I poured a little olive
oil right onto my dick.  It felt obscene and very hot.  I passed the bottle
to him with one hand while I stroked myself with the other.  He drizzled
some of the oil over his dick and also began to stroke.

It wasn't hard for me to quickly get an erection, playing with myself while
I watched my Dad do the same, while I stared at his hardening dick and
tight asshole.

"OK, now it's time for the next step.  Pass me the bottle."

Dad reached over to me.  Our fingers touched.  That jolt again.  I looked
into his eyes.  We held the look for a second.  Then I took the oil and
poured a little into my hand.  As I continued to play with my dick, I began
to play with my butthole.  Dad started to do the same.

This was fucking getting hot.  I started to insert my finger into my hole.
Dad did the same.  This time he didn't grimace.

"Easy, huh?"

"Yeah," he said.  "Hey, this feels pretty good."

"Wait till ya see what's coming," I said.

I went deeper.  And then deeper.  I got to my g-spot and started to stroke.
The combination--playing with my dick, having my finger up there, and doing
this with my dad--was almost too hot.  I glanced over at Dad.

"I'm kinda nervous about going deeper," he said.

"Lemme give you a hand," I said.

I couldn't believe I'd suggested this.  I couldn't believe he didn't say
no.

I moved off the couch and knealt beside it.  I kneeled in front of Dad's
ass.

And then I began to stroke his hot, tight hole with my finger.

"Getting more relaxed?" I said.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeahhh."

I applied a little more oil, and then twisted my finger in.

"Oh, fucking yeah."

I couldn't believe I had my finger up my Dad's hole.  It felt hot and
tight.  I reached over and grabbed his dick.  His asshole clamped around my
finger and I began to stroke.

"Oh, man."

I pulled my finger out of his ass.  I leaned over and began to lick the
tight, pink little opening.

"Jesus!!!" shouted Dad.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmm", Dad responded.

I started to work my tongue in.  With one hand I started to stroke myself,
with another I kept stroking him.  I had an idea.

"OK, Dad, now you're ready for my finger."

I re-inserted my finger and it went in a lot easier.  I reached up until I
found his prostate.  I began to stroke it.  Dad moaned.  I pulled my finger
out.

"Hey!"

"Just a sec", I said, I poured some more lube into my hand.  Then I started
playing at his entrance with two fingers, slowly working them in.

Dad moaned again.

We kept this up for about 10 minutes.  Just stroking his dick.  Fingering
his ass.  Licking his butthole.  Dad was in ecstacy.

Now, I thought.  Now he is ready.

I withdrew my fingers again.  I reached for the olive oil.  Dad looked into
my eyes.  I think he knew what was coming.

I poured the olive oil onto my hand.  I greased up my dick.  I stood up.

"And here's the best way to stimulate your prostate," I said.  I began to
push the head of my dick into his butthole.  All that stimulation had
opened it up and I kept moving forward.  Dad breathed, slow and deep.  I
kept one hand on his dick, stroking it.  It didn't soften a bit.

And then I was in to the hilt.  I felt his buttcheeks against my balls.  I
leaned down and kissed him.  On the lips.  I felt his tongue enter my
mouth.  I began to piston my hips. Nice and slow.  And then I picked up
some speed.  We continued to kiss.  His dick throbbed in my hand.

Dad broke the kiss for a second.

"Forget Starla!" he said.  We both cracked up.

And then I kissed him again, and as I plunged my dick into Dad's ass, as
deep as it would go, hitting his prostate with all the force in my cock, I
shot my load.