Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 18:22:28 -0500
From: David C <davidatnifty@gmail.com>
Subject: "Bonding With My Dad" Part 1

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Bonding With My Dad

I sat there in the kitchen, vigorously typing away at my laptop, looking
down at my notebook; and occasionally looking up at the screen to make sure
I had not made any mistakes. When my wrist started to get uncomfortable, I
stood up with a groan and walked over to the fridge, deserving of a
break. I grabbed a cup that I had previously left besides the fridge, and
dispensed myself some water.

Here I was, on a Thursday afternoon, doing schoolwork. The usual. I was 16
years old at the time, a high school junior. At the moment, I was studying
for finals. The end of the school year was near, and I needed to keep my
grades up for college applications in the fall. Soon enough, the school
year would be over. It felt like my secondary education has whizzed past me
like a vague memory. I wasn't all study though. I had been involved in
soccer since my Freshman year. Our team would only actually play
seasonally, but I trained by myself year around.

Taking a gulp from the glass, I walked back over to the table. I grabbed my
laptop and sat at a different seat at the table. The sunlight was hitting
where I had been previously sitting, and it was getting annoying having the
sun hit my face.

I lived with my father in a suburb on the north west side of the city. Just
him and me. No mother, no siblings. We had unfortunately lost her to an
aggressive form of cancer a couple of years after I was born. I wasn't with
my mother for too long, so I unfortunately don't remember much, all I
remember was my dad when I think of a childhood with parents. We've made
our peace with it. He's been caring for me ever since. He's always been an
outstanding father; always made sure I was taken care of and always gave me
the most he could provide. I remember I never wanted to play soccer at
first, but my dad would toss the ball around with me when I was a kid, and
I slowly grew to like it.

That's when the ding of the home security system broke my train of thought.

"You home?" I heard him call out from the hall.

"In the kitchen" I responded, still typing away at the laptop.

"Hey bud, doing homework?" He asked, walking into the kitchen, laying his
hand on my shoulder.

"No, I just like to write essays on my free time." I joked, sarcastically.

"Smartass" He said as ruffled the hair on the back of my head.

"I fried up some chicken breasts" I said, pointing to the pan I had left on
the stove.

"Sounds good, I'm starving." my dad said as he prepared tonight's dinner.

I had some time on my hands when I arrived home from school earlier to cook
some dinner. My dad and I would take turns cooking on alternating
days. Since it was just us, we would split the housework. We were pretty
clean for the most part.

I finished up my schoolwork while my dad prepared the table for dinner.

"Finish that up later? Lets eat." My dad said as he placed a plate next to
my laptop.

I shut my laptop and set it to the side and placed my plate closer to me. I
helped out my dad by setting the rest of the table.

"How was school today?" My dad asked as we both finally sat down to eat.

"Uneventful. Just more reviews for finals." I said before shoving a steamed
baby carrot in my mouth.

"You're going to ace them right?" He asked, looking up at me

"I'll try" I mumbled with a mouthful of carrot.

"How was work?" I asked before he got the chance to ask another school
related question.

"Eh, ok. Conferences, planning, presentations, workers being dick-heads:
the usual." He smiled, looking up at me.

The rest of dinner was spent with us nonchalantly talking about usual
things like news we heard throughout the day, or plans for the summer.

My dad's phone rang as I stood up to start picking up the dirty dishes from
the table. He answered the phone as I walked towards the sink, balancing
cups and utensils on plates. I didn't really focus on what he was saying; I
just focused on cleaning up the table, and putting away any leftovers. I
tried to rush so that I could get back to my schoolwork and finish up for
the night.

"Hey, can I check my email on your laptop really quick?" My dad said as he
broke the blankness in my mind.

"Sure" I said, scrubbing away at a plate with a sponge.

"I left mine at the office, and I just need to print a few things." He
explained.

"That's fine." I said as I set the wet plate down on the dish rack.

Some time passed, as I was finishing up the dishes. I carefully planned my
work in my head as I scrubbed the pan I used to cook the chicken with. My
train of thought was then abruptly interrupted.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" My dad asked "Shoot" I said, drying my
hands with a rag.

"Blondes or brunettes?" He asked playfully.

"What?" I asked, half laughing. I never really talked to my dad about my
taste in woman.

"Well, I saw all this porn in your history, and I was just wonderingÉ"
He stated, as he turned my laptop towards me.

The screen displayed some porn I had seen a couple nights back, titled:
"Blonde vs. Brunette" which features two women who fight at first, then
make up, ending in climax. One blonde, one brunette, obviously. I could
feel my face turn a bright red as I stood there motionless, too nervous to
move; my dad looking right at me.

"Woah! Dude! It's alright!" My dad exclaimed as he shot right out of his
seat towards my side. "Hey, hey. It's all right, I don't care. I just never
thought you were the type to look at porn, you're usually so studious." He
said, trying to console me.

"If you ask me, I prefer brunettes." He said, nudging me with his elbow,
and giving me a wink.

I was still processing everything in my mind. My dad just found evidence of
me being a sleazy, horny, sex hungry teenage boy; something I imagined most
parents would not want to know about their own children. The whole thing
was a little awkward.

"Why were you going through my stuff." I muttered as I dried my hands.

"Well, I wasn't exactly going through it. The porn practically revealed
itself." He said, motioning to the laptop.

"Look" He said, grabbing me around the shoulders, and slowly pulling me
closer to the laptop. "I don't care if you watch porn, or jack off. It's
only natural" he tried to explain.

He could clearly see that I was really uneasy and embarrassed.

"Let me show you something" he nudged me as he walked off towards the
hallway.

I was flushed with emotions. I had wished that I had deleted my search
history like every other sane-minded teen.

"You coming?" He called out.

I caught up with him. I trailed behind him up the flight of stairs, still
trying to recuperate from the embarrassing moment.

"You kids have it great. I wish I had the luxury of just opening up a
laptop and having all of the world's porn at my disposal at your age." He
went on as we reached the top of the stairs, and turned to his bedroom.

"Don't get me wrong, internet porn is greatÉ" His voice became muffled
as he walked into his closet and dug around. "But, when I was your age, I
had to use good old fashioned magazines." He said as he walked out of the
closet with a shoebox in his hand.

He set down the shoe box on his bed and motioned for me to go over there.

"Take a look at this" he said as he handed me a magazine.

A curly haired blonde graced the cover with a green half turtleneck that
rose extremely high, exposing half of her breasts, covering the nipples of
course. The edges of the magazines were slightly curled, and the paper felt
quite thin. I assumed it was old. The Jan. 91' at the corner in small print
confirmed my assumptions.

"That's one of my favorites" My dad said, giving the magazine a flick. He
grabbed the shoe box packed full with magazines and placed it on the
nightstand.

"I've collected these throughout the years. I glance at them once in awhile
when I'm feeling nostalgic." He explained.

My dad climbed on his bed, and cued me to do the same. We were sitting
there, leaning back on his headboard gawking over a dirty magazine like
pubescent twelve year olds. The images got progressively hotter as my dad
flipped through the magazine. One that I really liked in particular was
this Asian girl bent over, washing a car, with her ass all sudsy. My dad
had to immediately stop at this one picture of a girl only wearing a pair
of boots and a cowboy hat, leaning over a stack of hay, and seductively
trying to reach over for her flannel shirt. He told me of how he's
particularly fond of that one, and how he's jacked off to it several
times. I completely understood, It was one of the hotter girls I've seen in
awhile. He was right; this porn was different, a little better than
internet porn. Only the perfect shots made it into this magazine. No videos
of chicks trying to sloppily suck dicks, or finger themselves with less
than enjoyable facial expressions. Only the best made it into the magazine,
and it was evident.

I felt like we were really having a heartfelt moment. The feeling of panic
and embarrassment that consumed me a few minutes had subdued. Most would
feel squeamish discussing sex with their parents, let alone look at porn
with them. I'm very lucky to have a lenient, open-minded dad. He's like my
buddy, and still a paternal figure. I only hope that one day I can be a
father like that to my son.

I completely snapped out of focus from the magazine when I had realized
what was going on with me. I had started to grow uncomfortable in my
crotch. My shaft had stiffened; pressing against the side of my leg. I
could feel the warmth on my thigh. I had opted for a pair of shorts that
day that were unfortunately too tight to comfortably conceal an erection. I
could see my erection as clear as day. I was worried my dad would see it,
and then things would take an awkward turn, or even worse, he already saw
it. I sat straight up, positioning my shaft to have it rest across my thigh
rather than pressed up next to it on the side, while moving a pillow behind
me, trying to distract my dad from seeing my boner. Much better. I didn't
feel nearly as constricted.

"Nice boner" He scoffed as he nudged me with his elbow.

Shit. The feeling of embarrassment came rushing right back.

"Hey, I got one too" He said as he turned to me and gave me a wink.

He firmly gripped the rod like bulge in his pants and gave it a firm
shake. He was wearing a dark dress pant with a powder blue button up shirt
with the sleeves rolled up. He leaned forward and positioned pillows on his
back, then leaning back on them. He kicked of his shoes, and quickly undid
his belt and tossed it off the side of the bed. He let out a relaxed sigh
and placed one hand behind his head, returning his focus to the magazine. I
immediately followed his lead. This was only going to be weird if I made it
weird. Two guys just looking at porn, nothing unusual about that, even if
he is my dad. If anything, your dad is the one guy you should be looking at
porn with. Who else better than your own dad to gawk over pussy with?

My erection was full grown by now. Had I been in the comfort of my own
room, I would have surely stripped my shorts off to let that sucker breath,
but seeing as I was with my dad, I felt it necessary to keep it
concealed. My dad and I spent a few more moments flipping magazines. When
the first one came to an end, he tossed it so the corner of the bed and
grabbed another one from the shoe box on the night stand. We took our
moments to stop at specific girls and lust over their perfectly thick asses
or voluptuous breasts.

Not long after, I noticed my dad undoing the button on his pants and
opening his zipper, to let his boner out. A better outline of his erection
could be seen through his dark green boxer briefs. Well, I guessed if he
was doing it, it would be ok for me to do it too. I undid my top button and
opened the flaps. My cock was instantly relieved of the tightness in my
pants.

As we looked at the magazines, all I could think of was having one of these
flawless women's' pussy sliding up and down my cock. I could have killed to
have a pair of perfect breasts to titty fuck at the moment. I firmly
grabbed a hold of my cock under over my underwear and felt the warmth it
gave off. For a second I thought twice about what I was going to do. A
father and son looking at porn together can be seen as inappropriate, so
doing a little extra couldnt cause anymore harm. I ever so slowly stroked
my cock from the base to the tip while it was still in my boxers. I swear I
could feel the precum ooze out as I slowly ran across my bulge

My dad looked at me and flashed me a smile to show his approval.

I hadn't realized he was paying attention to what I was doing, but he
seemed to be ok with, so why the hell not? I continued to slowly stroke my
cock while it was still in my boxers, concentrating on the girls. Soon
after, my dad followed my lead. I noticed he had slowly started to stroke
his cock through his boxers like I was. We both then started to remove our
bottoms. He shifted out of his pants and was sitting their with his meaty
legs spread out and a boxer short full of rock hard cock. I did the
same. My cock was aching to be freed from my underwear. My dick laid on my
left leg, and my underwear perfectly outlined how hard it was pressed
against my thigh.

We both sensed that we were progressively getting comfortable with each
other. I could feel my body start to get really warm, it usually happens
when I start getting especially horny. I decided to go for it, we were
headed there anyways. I pulled the waistband of my boxers and pulled them
down under my balls, exposing myself. My hard cock sat up and laid on my
belly. I had always been somewhat proud of my dick. I noticed it really
started to grow when I turned 13, and looked like a grown man's penis by
the time I was 16.

"Now we're talkin." My dad exclaimed as he then proceeded to pull down his
underwear. This was the first time I saw my father's penis that I could
remember. His looked like just a half-inch longer than mine, and slightly
thicker. I guess you could say that we are both slightly larger than the
average man. But I still had plenty of time to catch up to him.

We both grabbed a hold of our own cocks and slowly started to stroke
downwards, completely revealing our pink heads. It felt so good to finally
stroke it. We had been looking at porn so long my cock was just aching to
bust a nut.

I looked over at my dad who was undoing the buttons on his shirt. He slid
his arms out of the sleeves and tossed his shirt to the other side of the
room. He had a large, muscular, hairy chest. Not necessarily curly or thick
hair, but subtle, even, smooth brown hair. His chest went perfectly well
with his toned stomach. He wasn't exaggeratedly muscular, but he took care
of himself. We would work out sometimes whenever we had some free time
together. I could smell the masculine scent from the deodorant on his
underarms.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side as well. My
father and I had very similar bodies. Our chests and biceps looked similar,
but mine were slightly smaller, but still muscular. I was also slightly not
as hairy. In my defense, my father is older than me, and larger than me,
and I had not fully developed yet.

We turned our attention back to our throbbing erections. There mine was,
stiff, resting on my stomach. As I slowly raised it, a string of precum
stuck to some strands of hair under my belly button. My head was pink and
moist. I am uncut, so my foreskin was retracted when hard to show off my
fleshy tip. In fact, my father is uncut as well. We are both men with
intact, non-mutilated, natural cocks.

I looked over to see my father sensually stroking his thick, veiny
member. He stroked from base to tip at a steady rhythm with his hairy,
muscular arms. He had a great set of meaty balls to go along with his meaty
dick. As I was looking at him, it struck me that we are so much alike. I
was just a younger version of him. I hoped to someday grow to be just like
him, mentally and physically. He looked like the ideal man anyone would be
more than happy to be with. The perfect face, the perfect body, and the
perfect cock. I would notice how woman would look at my father. They looked
at him with lust in their eyes, and I now understood why. At that moment, I
was immensely happy to be his son.

I was trying to mimic the hand motions my dad was using on his cock, on my
own. He looked like he was really enjoying it, so I decided to give it a
shot. I focused on exactly how he was jerking it. His palm came down all
the way from the base of his dick to the top, where he would play with his
head with his thumb. He clearly made sure that no part of his cock was left
unattended to. I tried his technique on my own cock. I gripped my cock from
the very base and slowly worked my way up to the top, where I would then
massage my tip. Being uncircumcised, my tip is very sensitive, so I could
only play with it for a few seconds before I focused on the shaft again.

"It's all about the pressure" My dad said, as he shimmied a little closer
to my side.

"Huh?" I asked, taken slightly by surprise

"Apply a little more pressure as you get to your headÉ Like this" He
stated as he placed his hand back on his cock.

I watched as he again slowly started from his base and slowly worked his
way up, now I would see that he was applying more pressure as he went up
the cock. I tried the same.

He was definitely right, It made all the difference. As I followed his
advice, my cock felt more pleasurable with every stroke.

"That's right, dude. Just like that" My dad egged me on.

As he slid even closer to my side, he put his left arm around my
shoulders. His arm was warm and his beefy bicep acted like a cushion for me
to rest my head on. I was slightly taken aback by this, but the feeling
quickly faded away because all I could think of was the building pressure
on my cock. As I kept stroking, the dribble of precum oozed down the side
of my stiff cock.

I occasionally glanced over at my dad's cock. He sensually stroked, and
even slightly moved his hip. He used his thumb to clean off a dribble of
precum on his head. He would periodically slow his jerk, probably to last
longer. As we jerked, I felt his hold around my shoulders getting
tighter. It felt like he was embracing me, like he was proud that we were
jacking off together. I could tell he was on the verge of cumming, just
like I was. His breathing was starting to get more heavy.. Our hairy legs
were brushing up against each other as we wiggled and shifted around from
our pleasure. I noticed that at one point my dad kicked the magazine off
the edge of the bed. We were to busy working on our cocks to even flip
through anymore pages.

I wanted to cum so badly, yet I didn't either. I didn't want this moment to
end. Every stroke was like a small orgasm within itself. I felt so close to
my father at this moment. I was thankfully lucky enough to have a dad that
is so open minded that he can gladly share a pleasurable experience with
his son by his side.

As I got closer to a climax I slowly started to lose sense of control. My
toes were curling, and my knees would quiver. I could feel my face, chest,
and under arms being sweaty hot. I was to bust any second.

Meanwhile, my father next to me was just as ready to let loose. His heavy
breathing had transitioned to short, deep moans here and there. He placed
his index finger on his tip, and I was mesmerized as I saw him pull away a
thick, gooey strand of precum. He then grabbed a firm hold of his cock and
stroked, faster this time. His chest slowly expanded and shrunk as he took
his deep breaths.

"I'm about to cum, man" He groaned, tightening his arm around my back.

We were both so close to finally cumming, to finally relieving all that
sexual tension we had been building up for a while. My dad's muscles tensed
up. I could feel his legs and chest next to me start to stiffen, and his
stomach clench. Still stroking, he positioned his cock towards his chest,
ready to blow a load. He let out a low sigh as he squirmed and started to
cum. He tilted his head back as his dick started to gush. His thick, creamy
semen shot out with a tremendous force and landed on his massive
chest. Shot after shot, his creamy substance quickly showered him in his
own cum. He jerked his cock until his balls were drained, then let out a
final moan of relief. Still breathing heavily, he wiped off his cum covered
thumb on his nipple, the one not glazed in a thick layer of his semen.

"Fuck, that was amazing" He said, resting his head back.

I was still in the process of trying to climax myself. I remember thinking
about how my face felt so warm. The feeling in my crotch felt like never
before. Whenever I jerked off, It was usually very quick and to the point,
but this was something much better. The build up, the anticipation, it was
the recipe for the perfect orgasm.

It suddenly felt like my body had shut down at once. For a quick second, I
felt completely numb, and then pure pleasure ensued. It started right at
the pit of my stomach and it expanded to the rest of my body. The pleasure
was so intense, I immediately hunched over, firmly gripping the base of my
cock.

"Woah, dude. Relax" My dad said as he grabbed me by the shoulders and tried
to get me to lean back.

I felt the pulsing of my cock as the cum shot out. My nuts twitched in my
scrotum as my cock spewed semen. I had to take a couple of seconds to
regain my breath. It was easily one of the best ejaculations I had ever
had. I glanced down to see a small puddle of my adolescent cum all over my
stomach.

"You good?" my dad asked.

"I'm great" I smiled.

My dad reached over for his boxers and wiped the cum off his chest, then
handed it over to me. I folded over the boxers and then cleaned up my
stomach. My father's cum was thicker, but I had shot a little more.

Our hearts were still kind of racing, but we just laid there, relaxing. I
felt like it was such a great bonding experience between us. We rested
there for a couple of minutes, in silence. I wasn't uncomfortable by what
had just happened, and I hoped he wasn't either. he finally broke the
silence as he stood up from the bed.

"Did you ever finish cleaning up the kitchen?" He taunted me.

He walked over to his dresser, pulled open his drawer and put on a fresh
pair of boxers.

"No" I let out a laugh

"Well, let's get to it" He said, tossing me a pair of his boxers.

I sat up from the bed, slipped them on, and followed him downstairs. For
the rest of the night, we continued on like normal. It was as if it was all
normal. The world did not come crashing down as I might have thought it
would. I finished my schoolwork, we watched some Netflix, and off to bed we
went. Just two dudes jacking off isn't that big a deal, but for my dad and
I, it strengthened our bond, for the better.