Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2010 10:34:06 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boxer Boy

It was 1995 when I was 8 years old and my mom died. I cried for almost a
month. So did my dad, but he also shut down. He lost his job. But then my
mom was killed in a car crash and we got some money and my dad had saved a
lot. My grandparents sent money too. They told me that my dad would need
time to get over it.

A year earlier I had stopped wearing briefs because my dad didn't wear
them. So my mom bought me boxers when I asked. She gave the waring that it
won't hold you in place the same way. But I didn't care. "Dad wears boxers
so I want to", I told her. She said OK honey its a personal choice, just
wear underwear.

So when my dad and I were depresss and such; we often slept in his
bed. Nothing happened two months. But I got over the depression. He still
hadn't. I enjoyed sleeping in the same bed. Just being close to him was
great. I had no sexual feelings till one night. I woke up from a dream and
my penis was hard as could be. It was also wet. But it wasn't pee. In the
morning I asked my dad. He said I must of had a wet dream. I had heard
about that before. But I told him that I thought I was to young for that at
8 years old. He scheduled a doctor's appointment and took me to the doctor.

The doctor said I was normal size and weight for my age. He had me drop my
pants. Of course my dad was in the room. I wasn't embarrassed being in the
room with him. He was my dad. I know some guys are bothered by anyone
seeing them naked even a doctor. I wasn't by anyone. So any case the doctor
said its interesting. I didn't know what he meant. He then got some cream
and put it on my penis. He was of course wearing gloves. He began to rub my
penis. "We are going to find out of Greg is really producing sperm or not."
Suddenly I started to feel wonderful. My dad got behind me to help me
stand. I was having weakness in my legs he could tell. The doctor went
faster then suddenly my whole body shook violently. I shot sperm I guest
into the doctors hands. My dad grabbed me and just smiled at me. The doctor
wiped most of my sperm into a sample cup. "Well have this check and see if
there are sperm or not in it".

He told us to go home. He had told us both that I didn't have any other
sign of getting older. I still had no body hair anywhere. A few days later
the doctor called and said there was sperm and I may have started earthy
because of stress from losing my mother. He said was OK for it to
happen. He hesitated to give me any type of medication to stop it. He said
if I showed any signs of starting to get older than I should for 8 that We
were to let himknow. He said then he might want to give me something to
slow or stop it from happening if that was the case. Dad seemed pleased.

A month later he was still depressed from my mom dying. I had basically
recovered. I was getting better in school and ate regular.  He hadn't asked
me to go back to my bed and so I still slept with him. One night again I
woke up with wet boxers. Granted I had started to masturbate a lot since
the doctor showed me how. But I still had a dream that got my boxers wet. I
went to my room and got on my computer.  There was no restriction on most
porn sites. So I found tons of stuff to see. It gave me plenty of ideas. I
read a lot. I was a very fast reader. So with in two hours I had read and
seen too much. Even with my internet being dial-up back then I still found
way to much stuff. My mind was reeling.

I went back to my dad's bedroom. It didn't register in my brain to
masturbate looking at all the stuff. I was still 8 remember. But when I got
in bed with my dad I saw his penis hard in his boxers. I wanted to see
it. I put my hand into the fly and pull out his penis. It look just like
mine. Cut and hard wanting to be rubbed. I held it up and ran my hand over
it.  It was so smooth on the head. The texture was wonderful just like
mine. The size was the only thing different. Without thinking I leaned
forward and lapped at it. My dad jerk and moaned on the bed. I let go of
his manhood and laid down next to him. I noticed that my boxers were now
wet again. but it was very thin fluid. I remembered reading about something
call pre-cum was the way it was written on one porn site. I guess it clears
out the penis for the sperm to be safe to get into the female to get her
pregnant. All I know is it tasted good on my tongue.

My dad hadn't woken up so I went back to his penis. I noticed it was
leaking pre-cum. Without thinking much, my brain said "does it taste like
yours". So my mouth went to his penis. I liked it as much as my own, maybe
more cause it was my dad's. I wanted more so I started to suck it more. I
was rewarded with more yummy fluid. I was hooked I like man fluid. Next was
to find out if his sperm tasted good like mine. I had been licking my off
my hands for the last month. As I really started to suck my dad moaned all
kinds of sounds.  "O baby that's it....Yes...O Yes." Then he shot into my
mouth. Most of it came out of my mouth. I couldn't keep it all. I didn't
think of swallowing it. I liked my to be in my mouth for a while. So I held
what I had in my mouth of his seed and just swished it around. I laid down
next to my still sleeping dad.  Then I took some of his sperm I had in my
mouth onto my penis and jerked way. I came quickly. I was tired now so I
just laid there and started to drift off to sleep. My dad suddenly got up
and went into the bathroom. I waited to see if he would say anything. I
pretended to be asleep when he came back in. He rolled over on his side and
was quickly asleep. I did the same and was soon asleep.

The next morning he seemed a bit happier.  He was down stairs fixing my
lunch for school and had breakfast ready for me. He held out his arms for
me to hug him. Of course he was in just his boxers. I had showered and was
fully dress. He hadn't really dress in more than that except a few times to
go shopping at the supermarket. Most of the time his boxers was all he
wore. I didn't mind as he was my dad and it was just us men. Now however I
liked it because it turned me on. I had to be careful not get an erection
right then and there.  I sat down and ate my breakfast. Then I grabbed my
lunch and was off to school. It was only a few blocks away. So I could walk
and I didn't really except him to take me.

That night at dinner he looked lovingly at me as he spoke.  "Greg if it
wasn't for you I would just curl up and die. I still see you needing me. So
I have been trying to do better just for you son."I wanted to cry. But
instead I smiled to cover up the tears. I didn't want to seem like a baby.

That night in bed he was soon asleep and I had the TV on in his room. When
the movie end I shut the TV off. Tomorrow was Friday and I had school. But
instead of going to sleep I looked over at my dad. His penis was hard again
in his boxers. Mine got hard right away. My mind said "I want more of his
penis. I was already in my boxer ready to go to sleep. I reached over and
pulled his penis through the fly. It was warm in my hand. I wanted it in my
mouth. I sucked it then decided to do something different. I ran to the
bathroom and some oil for making your skin soft. I pulled my hard penis out
and put some oil on it. I put the oil bottle on the table next to the
bed. I got up on the bed got over my dad and rubbed my penis to his.

This sent shock waves through body I kept rubbing our meat together over
and over. I was lost in the feeling. I stopped for a moment. Then I heard
my dad's voice.  "Don't stop Greg it feels so wonderful."I looked at him he
was smiling. So I went back to rubbing our meat together.  "O Greg that
great. Go faster son."I did just that I started to move fast. But I got
tired quickly. He rolled me over onto my back and now he was on top. He
went back to rubbing our penises together. He started going real fast. He
mutter and moaned Yes and O Wow. He mutter a few O Gregs. But then the
feeling of shooting started to happen. I moaned back at him O Dad. We short
our loads just about the same time. He rolled off me and onto his side. He
didn't say a word. In fact he was quickly snoring.

I wanted to talk with him. But I figured it would have to wait. I got up to
go to the bathroom. When I came back he was still asleep in bed. I did the
same. In the morning it was the same as before. he was there in his boxers
with breakfast and fixing my lunch.

After school I got home and wanted to talk about what had happened. But did
he remember it. Was he to embarrassed by it. He was watching the news still
in his boxers. He said hi son. Get a snack then clean up around the
house. I got a snack and clean up around the house. It really didn't need
it but I always did what my dad said.

Afterwords I found him still watching TV. I looked at him.  "Dad we need to
talk about last night."  "What do you mean Greg. Did I snore to loud last
night. You can always go back to your room if you want."  "No dad, that's
not what I am talking about. The other thing."  "What other thing. Did I
fall asleep to soon while you were watching TV?"  "Come on Dad don't you
remember what happened after the TV was off?"  "I still don't know what
your talking about. Your mom will be home soon from her Job."

Now I know he wasn't living in the same world as I was. Mom had been dead
three months, yet he just talked about her like she is alive. I sat down on
the couch next to him.  "Dad, Mom is dead. What do you mean "She will be
home soon?"  "No she isn't and...."  "Dad she's dead." I started to cry. He
looked at me and did the same.  "OK fine she's dead, but I can't fix
that. I have been able to fix everything in my life till now." He was now
balling like me. I leaned into him and hugged him. He held me tight and
just sobbed. It lasted for about ten minutes.  "So how was school...I miss
her so much."  "Dad I do too. But we have to move on."

He laid down on the couch and I got up. He had a happy and then a sad look
on his face. I knew he was trying to deal with reality best he could. I
left him there.  He was soon asleep. I went to do my homework. When I got
back to the couch he was still asleep. But his penis was peeking out of the
fly on his boxers and it was hard. I took off my clothes except for my
boxers. I then sat on the floor next to him and started to lick the head
slowly. It felt wonderful on my tongue. I grabbed it with my hand and put
it into my mouth. It felt even better as it filled my whole mouth. I heard
him moan and I kept going. Suddenly he told me how wonderful it felt. Then
I looked at him and saw him looking at me. I stopped sucking.  "O no you
don't Greg. Keep sucking. You're doing its just like your mom use to do and
it's wonderful."

I went back to sucking and took it a few inches deeper. But that's all I
could get down my throat. But it was enough for him and I then grabbed his
testes and had him bucking like crazy.  I loved every moment of it. I was
rewarded with a mouthful of sperm. I swallowed most of it but a bit to
savor in my mouth.



Then he told me to come up to his mouth and he sucked me to first ever
orgasm through a sucking. I collapsed on him ready to die.



I looked at him and saw he was asleep again. I remembered what the doctor
said about depression. "It make a person more tired and then they sleep a
lot. I wondered if he remember this time of sex. I didn't really care as I
was the happiest I had ever been in my life. I was also the most satisfied
I had ever been. My dad had given me the greatest pleasure ever and to
think it all started with the fact we both wore boxers.



Jake Audio

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