Date: Wed, 07 Jun 2006 05:05:41 +0000
From: taughtbydad@comcast.net
Subject: Business Trip with Dad Part 1

The following is a true account of the first sexual encounter between a
father and son that happened in March of 1982.   Although incest is
offsensive to many, there is an undeniably  unique  sense of security and
fulfillment in  being able to express your love for one another
physically as well as emotionally.    Because there was no coercion or
force, I of us experienced any regrets or long-term guilt over our
relationship;  in fact, it has kept us closer than many other dads and
sons.  I'd appreciate your comments and thoughts on our story and invite
you to share your own experiences or fantasies as well as your questions.

taughtbydad@comcast.net


Business Trip with Dad -- Chapter 1
Caught In the Act

There's no question I'm my father's son.  We look so much alike that
total strangers have remarked at the similarity between us.  We both
stand over 6' 1" and weigh about 200 pounds.  Save for Dad's slightly
receding hairline and the usual graying at the temples, we both have a
full head of thick, dark brown hair.  As I was to discover, that same
hair that so generously covered me during late adolescence was another
trait I'd inherited from my father.  In fact, I was soon to find that
there was a lot more we had in common!

For as long as I can remember, my Dad has been the object of my best
jack-off fantasies.  Even though I dated girls all through high school
and into college, and got plenty of action from them, I still had a
guilty and suppressed desire for my father.  Maybe because I wasn't
interested in anyone else, or maybe because I just didn't catch the
signals, my impulses were never transferred to any other man.

My father is a very successful management consultant.  He specializes in
advising small businesses on improving their efficiency and, as such, is
much in demand as a lecturer at association meetings and conventions.
When I was growing up, Dad was often on the road, traveling all over the
country.  Depending on where he was going, Mom usually went with him,
leaving me with my grandparents.  Occasionally I traveled with them and
we turned Dad's work into a mini-vacation.

I was a sophomore in college when I got a call from Mom.  Spring break
was coming up and I had planned on coming home for the week instead of
going to Florida or staying on campus.  Dad was flying to Arizona for a
convention that same week and, although Mom had originally planned to go
with him she thought I could use a breather from my studies.  Since the
plane tickets had already been paid for, she wanted to know if I wanted
to go in her place.  After a long cold winter and grueling midterms, a
vacation at a warm resort with a pool and nothing to do was the perfect
escape.  We finalized the necessary arrangements and two Fridays later,
Dad and I were at the airport, heading for the southwest.

As a kid, you don't really appreciate what your parents do for a living;
needless to say, I was surprised to realize that Dad must have been doing
okay for himself because we flew in first-class, had a limo waiting at
the airport, and had a pretty big suite reserved at the resort.

While we unpacked, Dad went over his schedule with me.  He was making a
couple of presentations during the convention and had a few side
meetings.  I was going to be pretty much on my own during the day but we
would get together for dinner in the evenings.  He joked not to bankrupt
him by raiding the mini-bar and ordering everything on the room service
menu.  After grabbing something to eat in one of the restaurants, we
returned to the room.  Dad went over his materials for the following day,
arranged for a wake-up call and then, since we were both exhausted from
traveling all day, we decided to hit the sack.

I'd already brushed my teeth and jumped into my bed by the time Dad
started to undress.  I tried to keep from looking but I couldn't resist
staring as the body of my desires was exposed bit by bit in front of my
eyes.  He was completely casual as he stripped off clothes, never
noticing that my eyes were practically eating him up.  First off was his
shirt, leaving his bare chest out for inspection.  My cock twitched under
the covers as I noticed how his salt-and-pepper chest hair swirled around
his still well formed pecs and coated his belly with a thick pelt of fur.
Dad unbuckled his belt and I got a good view of two full ass-cheeks
filling his shorts as he stepped out of his pants.  A triangle of  dark
hair above his butt was just visible as he sat down to pull off his
socks.  My dick must have sure enjoyed the view because I was instantly
hard.  Dad padded off to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to
adjust the covers over me so he couldn't see that my crotch was trying to
pitch a tent.  Dad returned, flicked off the light, and jumped into his
bed.  After a couple of good nights, we settled down to sleep.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind.  Thoughts of Dad's hairy chest and
strong legs kept me awake for what seemed like hours.  I kept thinking
about what my father's naked body.  What did his cock look like?  What
would it be like to rub all over that hairy chest?  Scared that I make
wake him up, I intentionally kept my hands away from my crotch even
though my prick was practically screaming for release.  Finally, I fell
asleep, still hard, still dreaming about my father.

It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when the phone rang.  Dad
groggily answered the wake-up call.  In the dim light coming through the
curtains, I watched as he got out of his bed.  After stretching, he
stepped over to the bureau, opened a couple of drawers, and headed for
the bathroom.  I couldn't resist stealing a look at his crotch.  I wasn't
sure but I could swear that was a hard-on stretching his shorts out as he
walked by.

I was so horny from dreaming about Dad, I knew I had to jack-off, now, or
explode.  As soon as I heard the shower start, I slipped my underwear off
and started stroking my raging hard-on.  I figured I could beat off, wipe
the spunk up with my shorts, and be covered up before Dad was out of the
shower.  Since he had to get to his lecture and I was on vacation, I knew
staying in bed until he left the room wouldn't be suspicious.  I pushed
the sheet and blanket down, leaned back, closed my eyes and got to work.

The thought of Dad naked in the shower not ten feet from where I was
stroking my cock was a real turn-on.  Remembering those stretched shorts,
I fantasized that he was in the shower jerking off, too.  I pumped my
dick slowly with my right hand, savoring the sensations as I flicked my
thumb under the sensitive ridge of the head.  My left hand was dancing
lightly across my balls, tickling that sensitive spot right at the base.
In my mind I imagined him soaping up his body, rubbing his foamy hands
across his hairy chest, then his stomach, drawing closer and closer to
his now rigid prick.  Working it, making it harder, longer, priming it to
fire a hot load of dad-cum.  Me stepping into the shower with him.  The
surprised look on his face turning to lust as I reached for him.

I was really getting into mental picture of the two of us jacking off
together, when I heard a soft laugh.  My eyes flew open to see Dad
standing next to his bed with a towel draped low around his hips.  The
light from the bathroom cast shadows across his face and chest and I
could see the hair on his chest sparkling.  He must have forgotten
something and come back into the room and I never heard his footsteps
over the running water!

"Don't you know if you keep that up and you're gonna go blind?" he said
with a smile.

"Dad, I... oh, shit, I..." I stammered, shocked as hell that he'd caught
me stroking my cock. Having been caught in the act had made my prick go
limp and I blushed.  I reached to pull a sheet over my naked body but my
feet got tangled in the covers, making me even more embarrassed.

My father chuckled to himself as he watched me scramble about on the bed.
"Jeez, Dave.   It's okay.  I'm sorry... I didn't mean to startle you...
hang on there a sec."  He turned away and walked back into the bathroom
and I heard the shower turn off.  Seconds later he was back in the room
and walking around his bed and over to mine.  As he moved closer, I saw
that his towel was bulging out at his crotch.  My father stopped and
stood next to the nightstand, his body looming large and shadowed only a
foot or so away from me.

"Dad, I'm sorry... I didn't..." I started to babble.

His hand moved to where he had tucked the towel as he looked down at me,
hesitating.  With a flick of his wrist, Dad dropped his towel to the
floor, exposing his naked body to me for the first time in my life.  My
eyes went directly to his crotch to see in real-life what I had
previously seen only in my own jack-off fantasies.  There, just inches
from me, was my father's cock.   And I wasn't disappointed.  What a
beautiful sight!  Even in the dim light, I could see it thickening,
swelling larger until it arched proudly out from a lush nest of dark
hair.  Below hung a pair of bloated nuts in their fleshy bag.  He stood
there with his hands by his sides for what seemed an eternity but was
really just a moment or two.

"Dave, there's nothing to be ashamed of.  All men jack off... even your
old Dad.  In fact, look's like you've got a pretty good idea there."

"You mind if I join you?" he asked quietly.    Unable to trust my voice,
I pulled the sheet off and pushed it away.  My dick was over its shock
faster than my mind and was once again stiffening, begging for attention.

I glanced up to see him watching me and then he said, "Scoot over and
give your old man some room."  and then climbed onto the bed, his dick
swaying in front of him.

I shifted position and he lay down on his back next to me with his hairy
thigh pressed up against my own.  I watched in amazement as he took his
rod in hand and began lightly stroking it.

I couldn't believe it.  Here was my father, naked next to me, pumping on
his cock and smiling at me as if it was the most natural thing in the
world.  And in a way, it was.  Dad's legs were splayed wide as he fondled
his balls with one hand and slipped his other up and down on his rigid
dick.  My own hand went unconsciously back to my crotch as I started to
beat my dick, matching his movements stroke for stroke.  "That's it.
Finish what you were doing," he said softly.

To this day, I'm still not sure exactly how it happened.  Thinking back,
I realize now that if one of us had stopped right then and there what
would happen later between the two of us would have been so different.  I
remember looking up at his face and seeing him staring at my crotch and
realizing he was as excited watching me as I was watching him.  At some
point, Dad let go of his shaft, put his arm around my shoulders and then
we were lying on our sides facing each other.   He wrapped his arms
around me and pulled me close, his stubbled cheek rubbing against my own.
I groaned when I felt his hairy chest tickling mine then groaned again
when he moved his hips forward, pushing his hard cock against my own
aching rod.  He let out a moan of his own as I slid my hand down along
his back and pulled his ass closer to me.  We ground our crotches
together dry-humping each other's bellies  while our two stiff pricks
slid side by side, our ball sacs bumping against each other.

Dad rolled onto his back, taking me with him until I was laying between
his spread legs, our faces inches apart.   He moved his hand from my
back, slid it between our bodies and grabbed hold of my cock.  I almost
shot when I felt his hot fist tighten around my dick and begin stroking.
He moved his hand faster and faster along my rod and I heard a snapping
sound, knowing that the head was slick with pre-cum. His own throbbing
dick was oozing against me, poking and prodding against my stomach.

My hips thrust to meet every one of his strokes, fucking his hand.  I
felt my balls lurch, tighten.  "Oh, Dad..." I gasped out against his
neck, a part of my mind wildly thinking I needed to warn him in case he
wanted to stop. "I...I've got to...  I'm gonna..."

"Uh-huh... yeah, let it go... let it go..." he whispered into my ear.
Hearing Dad telling me to shoot was all it took.  I shoved my hips
forward once more into his clenching fist and let loose.  Just as the
first torrent of sperm shot out, Dad released my cock and pulled me
close.  I grabbed him tight, gasping out "Dad...oh, Daddy!" as I humped my
spewing dick against his belly.  He wrapped his arms around me, gently
rocking me back and forth as my body arched and tensed as the cum poured
out of me.  One final shudder, one final spurt and I relaxed completely
against him, breathing hard.   Dad held me against him, gently kissing
the top of my head and stroking my back.

"Feel better?", he murmured.   I nodded and grunted out a sound of pure
relieved exhaustion.

After a moment or two, Dad released me from the hug and I rolled off onto
my side, my head cushioned on his arm.  My brain slowly cleared as I
gradually regained my breath.    I looked over at him.  What a sight!
My father's furry stomach was wet and matted with my cum while his upper
chest had looked as if it had been painted in glistening streaks.  One
thick pearl of semen lay tangled in a thicket of hair just below his
collarbone while another coated his right nipple.

Dad glanced down at his body, seeing the heavy load that he'd wrung from
my balls.   "Damn, boy!" he whistled softly.    "Looks like you needed
that, huh?"

"Yeah, been a few days," I chuckled.

"Okay.  Guess it's my turn," he whispered."  Just as he had done when
he had first lain down on the bed, he grabbed his cock in his fist and
began sliding it up and down.  Except this time, he was jacking his dick
harder and faster, his big hairy balls bouncing with each stroke.

I couldn't stop myself.  Reaching out,  I tentatively stroked his thigh,
my fingers moving closer until they brushed against his wiry pubic hair.
When he didn't push me away, I got bolder, sliding my hand further up
until I wrapped my hand around his pumping fist, helping him jack off.
"Yeah, that's good, that's real good," he hissed between clenched teeth.
His legs spread wider and then he pulled his hand away, leaving just my
own stroking his cock, the first I'd ever touched other than my own.

Unbelievable!  Here I was, laying next to  my naked father, holding his
pulsing, oozing prick in my hand, working him to orgasm.  It was hot, a
little longer and thicker than my own and I could feel the swollen veins
beneath the skin as the bloated head disappeared then reappeared as I
moved my fist along the length.  His piss-slit was opening and closing as
thick clear pre-cum dripped in response to my squeezing hand.  After just
a few strokes, my fingers were coated with his juices and the bottom of
my fist was wet with the remains of my own jism that lay across his
belly.

I felt Dad's hand tighten on my shoulder and I glanced up to his face.
His eyes were closed and his mouth hung slightly open.  As I continued
jacking him off, his expression would grimace every now and then,
especially when I tightened my grip.   Suddenly his eyes opened and
caught me watching him.  Then he looked down to his crotch where my busy
hand was twisting, squeezing and fisting his cock.

"Ahhh, fuck.  I can't believe you're...  I... Son... I'm close... Not much
longer", he moaned in that urgent, excited voice men have when their
balls tighten and there's no way of stopping the coming eruption.

"Yeah... Do it, Dad... uh-huh... C'mon, Dad... C'mon."  I stroked faster and
faster, knowing I was just seconds away from making my father cum.

Dad's his legs twitched and stiffened as his dick swelled bigger and
harder.  "Oh, Dave, oh...  Don't stop!  Don't stop! Ahhhhh, yeah... fuck,
yeah... "  His head snapped back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut,
his hands clawing convulsively at the sheets, every muscle in his body
tensing.

With a strangled roar, Dad ground his hips down into the bed and a short
spurt of cum shot from his cock and landed on his belly with a soft
splat.  His back arched, hips  jerked forward, and then Dad really began
to shoot.  A long stream of spunk shot straight up and then landed
against his throat and neck.  Dad grunted and a second, a third, and a
fourth powerful jet arched out to coat his hairy pecs.  Each rope of
thick cum landed with a heavy splash.  Then, what seemed to be an
unending river of sperm poured out of his flaring piss-slit and slid down
his cock to cover my still pumping fist, mingling with the remains of my
own load that matted his wiry pubes, coating the tightened scrotum.

As his orgasm subsided, he relaxed back onto the pillows breathing hard
and slowly his prick began to soften in my hand, still twitching.   I
stared in amazement at the sight my father lying spread out beside me,
his entire torso awash in gooey sperm.  Gobs of cum clung trapped by his
chest hair while little streams of thinner, milky fluid trickled into
each other as the heat of his body began to liquefy the creamy juice.   I
wanted to lean forward and lick it all up, to taste him, to taste us.
But I hesitated, still half-paralyzed by what had just happened between
us.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment.   He
looked down along his cum-coated body then over to the slack-jawed look
on my face.   He grinned sheepishly at me, a little embarrassed.  "I
guess you can tell it's been a couple of days for me, too."

"Damn, Dad.  That was great!"  I let go of him, my jizz-coated hand
resting on his thigh.

"Yeah?  Well, good thing we took care of business then."  He glanced
over at the clock on the nightstand.  "Shit.  I gotta get moving."
After patting my leg, he sat up, scooting backwards and swung his legs
over the side of the bed.  Bending over, he picked the towel up from the
floor and tossed it to me.  He stood up, looking down at my naked body,
his glistening cock hanging heavily between his legs.  Looking me
straight in the eyes, he smiled and then did the most sexy thing
imaginable -- starting at his shoulders, he moved both hands down slowly
across his chest and stomach, smearing our juices together until he
reached his crotch letting the sticky, frothy liquid he'd gathered soak
into his pubes.  He stood there for another moment, his dark fur slickly
plastered to his body with our combined sperm and his cum-coated hands
dripping at his sides.  "Definitely gotta hit the shower, now," he said
and with a wink, he turned and headed back to the bathroom.

I fell back on the pillows, my mind racing with images of the past few
minutes.  The sound of his voice.  The feel of his hand stroking me.  The
milky jets of cum.   His cum.  On my fingers.  I raised my hand to my
mouth, licking my fingers and palm clean, tasting and savoring the musky,
salty fluid, the very essence of my handsome father.

Even after what had just happened, I never imagined that in the next
room, my Dad was standing before the bathroom mirror, watching himself as
he lapped the blend of our mingled cum from his hands.