Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 09:44:31 +0000
From: taughtbydad@comcast.net
Subject: Business Trip with Dad Part 2

The following is the continuation of a true account of the first sexual
encounter between a father and son that happened in March of 1982.  To all
of you who have written to share your own experiences or fantasies, a
special "thanks."

taughtbydad@comcast.net


Business Trip with Dad -- Chapter 2
The Truth Comes Out

I spent the rest of the day in a restless daze.  I'd stayed in bed while he
showered and got dressed and the tension in the room was high.  He kept the
towel around his waist the whole time and even took his underpants and
slacks into the bathroom before putting them on.  Not a word was spoken
between us until he was ready to leave.  Just before heading out, he looked
at me with a small smile and said, "Have fun today.  I'll see you
later... probably about dinnertime, okay?"  And then he was gone.

After he was gone, I climbed out of bed, hit the shower, and grabbed my
swimsuit, a book and a bottle of suntan lotion to head for the pool.  After
months of being cooped up inside or bundled up in winter clothes, it was
great to just get out in the warmth and sunshine.

Even so, it wasn't very relaxing.  I tried to concentrate on my book but
found my mind wandering, reliving the morning's events over and over again.
Every time I thought about the look and feel of him next to me, the sounds
of his voice telling me to cum, to make him cum, my heart thumped in my
chest and my cock swelled in my trunks.  Even frequent jumps into the cool
water did little to calm me down.  All I could think about was my father
and what we'd done, what we might do.

After grabbing a hamburger to eat at the pool bar, I headed back to our
room and tried to take a nap.  Even though I was exhausted from not having
slept well the night before, each time I started to doze off, imagining
erotic scenes of Dad and me jerked me awake.  Finally I just gave up, went
to the desk on the side of the room, and dug out a textbook to study.  It
might have been spring break but finals were coming up fast.

About 5:30, I heard the key in the lock and Dad was back.  "Whew... long
day," he said, tossing his suit jacket on the bed and kicking off his
shoes.  "So, what did you do today?" he asked while setting his papers down
on the desk without looking at me and I got the sense that he was
pre-occupied, even uncomfortable

"Not much.  Just went to the pool," I replied, equally unsure of how to act
or what to say, if anything.

He went to the mini-bar in the bottom of the TV cabinet and pulled out two
cans of beer.  He opened both, handed me one, and went to sit down on the
sofa in the small sitting area of the suite.  I turned in the chair to look
at him and he finally looked up.  Very serious, not smiling and then he
looked away.  He motioned for me to join him and I got up and sat down next
to him.

"Um...Listen, I think we need to talk.  About this morning... I think
things got a little out of hand, no pun intended."

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

He raised his hand and I fell silent, waiting.

After a long pull on his beer, Dad sat forward, his elbows on his knees,
turning the beer can in his hands.  He took a deep breath, still avoiding
my eyes, and spoke quietly.  "When I was your age... well, maybe a little
younger... long before I knew your mother... I used to ...I had
a... um... a man who..."  He paused, gathering his thoughts.  "We used
to...Damn, I can't do this.  I can't tell you this..." he said, and the
slight catch in his voice touched me deeply.

"Dad.  It's okay." I whispered softly, as I rested my hand on his bent
back.  "You don't have to..."

He turned his head and looked at me then.  "No.  No, I owe you an
explanation after what I did.  It was wrong and I took advantage of the,
um... the situation... and you should know why.  You're old enough to hear
this... " Knowing that this was difficult for him, I just sat silently
taking an occasional sip of beer, lightly stroking his back.

He sighed heavily and continued in a steadier voice.  "This man... um...
he was older than me... one of my friend's Dad... it started just like this
morning... just jerking off together and then... then it went further... he
taught me about sex... what men could do with each other.  Well, we... we
did stuff together for about five years or so.  Then I met your Mom and I
fell in love with her.  So I... I told him and he... he understood. That's
when we stopped.  After I got married and then you came along... I knew I
couldn't... I swore to myself I'd never touch another man that way.  I
guess I just didn't want to take the chance on messing things up with her
or with you."  He hesitated, finished off his beer and set it on the coffee
table.

"But sometimes... sometimes when I'd get these feelings, fantasies about
other guys, I'd jerk off."  He chuckled, his eyes a little watery.  "Yeah,
I know it's hard to believe.  Your old man beats off, too.  But I guess you
already figured that out, right?"  I smiled at him, appreciating the quiet
intimacy of that confession at the same time a tingle ran up my spine at
the memory of him stroking himself beside me.

"Well, anyway.  Jerking off was enough until... until a couple of years
ago... when I started traveling so much.  I didn't mean to ... but I
couldn't help it... the first time, he was married, like me... we were at a
meeting together and we went out drinking... and... and after that I've..."
A single tear slid down his cheek and he hung his head down again.  A
thousand questions were running through my head as I imagined my seemingly
arrow straight father having sex with other men, actually wanting it.  I
wanted to scream out that I wanted that, too; that I wanted it to be me
with him and not some stranger.  I struggled with how to tell him when he
started talking again.

"When I came out of the bathroom and you were lying there... when I saw
you...what you were doing... you reminded me of myself when I was your
age... I watched you before I said anything and almost backed away but I
didn't... and that's when I decided... I shouldn't have... but I couldn't
stop...  I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he gulped out in a series of sobs.

I couldn't remember ever seeing my in-control father cry and my heart
clenched in sorrow at the guilt he was feeling.  I grabbed him to me then,
holding him tight, rocking him gently.  "Oh, Dad...no, don't cry... it's
all right... everything's okay...shh...shh... I love you, Dad... I love you
so much..." I whispered into his hair, tears suddenly stinging my eyes and
slipping down my cheeks.  He continued to cry for several moments as I held
him close.

He finally pulled away and sat up, looking at me, his face splotchy, his
cheeks wet.  One last shuddering sigh and he brushed his eyes against the
back of his hands.  "Ah, Dave.  I love you.  I'm so proud of you.  You know
I'd never do anything to hurt you.  I wanted you to understand about
me... why I did it... and I hope you can forgive me."

"I do, Dad.  I do.  Really."  I said earnestly, wanting to tell him exactly
how much I did understand what he was feeling.  I wiped my own tears off on
my shirt sleeve.  "I... uh... this morning... I... I liked it."  I
finished, lamely, angry at myself for not having the guts to tell him how
much the sight and feel of his naked body had excited me.

"Yeah?  Me, too... I guess it was kind of obvious we both did" he smiled
shakily.  "Well, it happened.  And you don't look scarred for life because
you whacked off once with your Dad.  It won't happen again... And what I
told you about... well, it's not going to change anything... I mean... I
still love your Mom and I'm not going anywhere...  You understand?"

"Yeah... just between us guys, okay?"

"Okay."  We hugged again clumsily, sitting there on that hotel sofa and
then he sighed, patting my leg, He took a deep breath and then said in a
more normal voice.  "Okay.  How `bout we get changed and go grab something
to eat?"

I drained the last of my beer from the can as he got up and walked to the
closet to hang up the suit jacket he'd tossed on one of the beds when he'd
come back.  I watched as he took off his tie, shirt and undershirt, and
then stepped out of his suit pants.  My heart started thumping as more and
more of his flesh was revealed.  His briefs stretched tight across his ass
as he bent forward to pull off his socks.  When he stood again, my eyes
focused on that same triangle of hair at the base of his back and I was
overwhelmed with lust.  Before I could even think about what I was doing, I
stood up and pulled off my t-shirt, tossing it aside.  I was across the
room in a flash, wrapping my arms around him, pulling his back against my
chest.  "Dad, I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, too, son."  He said as he leaned back against me and put one
hand over the one I rested against his chest.  He sighed heavily as I
nuzzled along his strong neck and across his shoulders.  I couldn't help
it.  My thumb started rubbing back and forth on the nipple covered by our
hands.  My other hand moved lower caressed his hairy stomach, rubbing
gently in circles, lower and lower until it brushed against the elastic of
his shorts.

"Hey, hold on a second...  what are you...." he started, but my tongue
slipping into his ear interrupted whatever he was going to say because the
rest of it came out as a grunt and then a slight low gasp.  As I licked his
outer ear, my hand moved lower to gently rub the palm of my hand against
his crotch, the ample bulge beginning to respond to my touch.  Dad's arms
dropped to his sides as my fingers gently stroked his cock and balls
through his cotton jockeys.

"No.  Stop.  We shouldn't do this.  Please, don't... I... I can't let
you..." he began to protest, shaking his head slightly.  But his cock
couldn't stop responding as I rubbed along his semi-hard dick through the
fabric, both hands now firmly working him, feeling it stiffen and grow.

I kept one hand on his crotch and moved in front of him so that we were
standing face-to-face. He had a funny expression, a curious mixture of
desire struggling with guilt.  But he made no move to push me away.  For a
long moment we stared each other in the eyes and I don't think either one
of us took a breath.  I placed both my hands on his chest, gently running
my fingers through the thick hair that had fascinated me for years.  It was
soft and silky to the touch and as I felt the heat of his body against my
palms, my cock stiffened in my shorts.  Fascinated by the pink-brown of his
quarter-sized nipples surrounded by fur, I moved my fingers lightly over
them, thumbs flicking at the nubs that quickly perked up in response to the
stimulation.

I bent my head forward and began licking his right nipple, the hair of his
chest brushing my lips.  My tongue lapped at his nipple as I reached again
for his crotch, thrilled to find him hard and tenting his shorts.  As I
lightly bit at the stiffened nip and rubbed and squeezed his erection, I
could hear feel his heavy breathing against my ear.

"David... please...  We can't... we can't do this," he stammered.  I felt
his hand moving slowly up my back until it rested at the back of my neck.
I could feel his heart racing beneath my lips as I worked my mouth and
tongue all around his pec.  His skin smelled and tasted wonderful and I was
surprised at how hot his body was; even in the coolness of the room, the
heat rolled off him.  I gradually worked my way to the center of his chest,
my tongue wetting the mass of hair to his skin.

Despite his half-hearted pleading, his fingers squeezed my neck, pressing
my head tighter to his chest.  No matter what his head was telling him, his
body wasn't listening.  His hips were moving slightly, pressing his groin
forward into my groping hand.  He turned his torso slowly under my mouth
until his hardened left nipple brushed my lips.  I latched onto it,
suckling softly at first, then a little harder as his hand pressed me
forward.  I let go of his cock and slid my hands around his hips and then
slowly up his back, holding him tight as I gnawed and laved at his breast.

His hand moved higher, caressing my head, his fingers tensing slightly on
my scalp.  He finally raised his other hand, stroking it along my arm
before letting it rest on my shoulder.  Then his head bent forward and I
felt the brush of his lips at the top of my head.  "Oh, God.  That feels so
good," he murmured into my hair, his voice rumbling deep and husky in his
chest.

With one last slurp at his nipple, I slowly slid down his body, my tongue
leaving a snail-like trail of spit through the mat of hair that bisected
his belly and fanned out across his stomach.  Planting soft wet kisses all
along the way down, my mouth got closer and closer to where we both knew it
was heading.

My lips brushed against the top of his shorts and then lower, inhaling his
strong male scent.  Whatever he was thinking, whatever doubts were racing
through his mind, it was totally betrayed by his cock.  He was fully erect,
the hard shaft straining to escape the thin material, trapped between the
fabric and his thigh.  I moved my open mouth tight against it, running my
tongue the entire length again and again until the cotton was damp with my
spit.  I glanced up to see Dad looking down at me, his eyes large at the
sight of his son's face pressed against his crotch.

My hands trembled as I brought them to his hips, my fingers gripping the
elastic of his briefs.  I had just started to pull them down when my father
suddenly grabbed both my hands in a tight grip, stopping me from going any
further.  He pulled them away and staggered back, his own hands moving to
cover his crotch.  He shook his head slightly, opened his mouth to say
something but nothing came out.

A flash of disappointment swept through me and I whimpered in frustration,
things had gone so far only to end just when I thought they were beginning.
And then I was scared.  I'd tried to seduce my father and been rejected.
What had I been thinking?  Would he hit me?  Throw me out?  I wanted to say
something, plead, apologize, but I was dumbstruck.

For a long, long moment Dad just gazed down at me still kneeling before
him.  "Get up," he said gruffly.

I scrambled to my feet, my humiliation complete.  I couldn't face him and I
stared down at the floor, waiting for him to strike me, yell at me.

"Look at me," he said in a quiet voice.  Somehow I got up enough courage to
raise my head, expecting to see anger, disgust, hatred on his face.  But
there wasn't.  If anything, he looked as nervous and scared as I must have
looked.  After a long pause, he finally spoke, stumbling over the words.
"Do you know... do you understand what... what you've started?"

I licked my lips, swallowed hard, and nodded.  "Yeah...um... I do," I
somehow managed to breathe out.  If I'd slapped him, I don't think he could
have looked any more shocked to hear those words.

He took a step closer and placed his hands on my shoulders, his grip firm
but his voice soft.  "Don't forget, I was your age once.  I know what it's
like to get all worked up over anything with tits or... um... a cock.  But
that... what you were going to do... that's a hell of a lot more than just
two guys jerking off together.  You understand how wrong this... what it
means if you and I ... it's... it's...?"  he struggled, unable to put the
word to what we'd both been imagining.  But it hung there in the room
between us as surely as if he'd shouted it at the top of his lungs.

"But, Dad... after this morning I thought... I thought we could..."  I
stammered.

"No.  We can't."  His fingers clenched down tight and he shook me slightly,
not in anger but as if to emphasize what he was saying, "I have to stop
this now...  Damn it, Dave, even if I want to ... for God's sake, I was
letting you... you were about to... I mean... I'm your father and you
shouldn't want to do that with me."

I tried to say something, anything to defend my actions, but I just stood
there, my mouth forming words without sound.  All I could do was stand
there, staring at him, my eyes silently pleading him to know what I wanted
to say but couldn't.

"Oh, shit," he breathed out in a rush, realization slowly dawning on his
face as we stared at each other.  "Tell me something and tell me the
truth," he whispered softly.  "I won't be mad... it stays just between you
and me... but I need to know," he paused.  "Are you just horny from what we
did this morning or is it... because it's me... because I'm your Dad?"

I hesitated, swallowed, and croaked, "I... um... you."

"Oh, God...," he sighed, his eyes closing.  He surprised me by pulling me
to him, holding me close as his arms wrapped around me.  I felt his warm
breath against my ear.  "It's okay... It's okay...I'm glad you told me the
truth," he said, his hands stroking my back.  He tightened his hug and
brushed his lips against the side of my head.  After a pause, he whispered
again, "Do you ever... I mean... you get yourself off thinking about
me... about us?"

Jesus.  How could I tell my father I'd been jerking off while fantasizing
about him?  Craving his body?  Having sex with my own Dad?  To say the
words seemed sick, twisted.  And yet they were true.  I finally got up the
courage to nod, glad he couldn't see my face and the shame I felt.

 "I understand...I do... God knows I've thought about you enough in the
past few years."

Now it was my turn to be surprised.  I hadn't heard him right, had I?  He
couldn't possibly have meant that, could he?  I pulled back in his arms,
staring at him in disbelief.

"What?" he said in response my startled expression.  "You think your old
man doesn't have a few fantasies of his own?"  My father looked at me and a
look of embarrassment crossed his face.  "When I told you I jacked off
thinking about other guys.  Well...", he paused.  Then in a disjointed
rush, "l, I... I've wondered what it would be like for the two of us
to... you know...  I just never thought it would really happen... And,
after this morning, I swore I wouldn't do anything else ... I... I figured
it was just a one time thing... I didn't know you might want to... might
want more... with me."

I was barely able to breathe as the full realization of what he was saying
finally sunk in.  Hearing that my Dad had been fantasizing, jerking his
cock, imagining us together, cumming to thoughts of me, sent a surge of
excitement through my whole body.  "God, Dad.  I do... I didn't know you
did stuff with... I didn't think you'd ... that you would ever... that we
could..." I sputtered.

"Seems we're more alike than I thought," he said quietly, looking me
straight in the eye.  "And I guess you're old enough to know what you want.
Even so, Dave... well... whatever happens... it stays between you and me,
understood?"

"I know, Dad," I said simply, looking into his eyes, hardly daring to hope.

"Okay... Okay..."  He paused, swallowing hard.  "If you want to stop... if
anything makes you... uncomfortable... you say the word and we stop.
Clear?"

"Clear."  I nodded, almost ready to burst.

We just stood there, both of us breathing heavy in expectation for what
seemed like forever.  Finally, he made the first move by sliding a hand up
my back until it was at my neck.  Drawing me close, he began gently kissing
my forehead, my eyebrows, along the sides of my cheeks.  My head turned and
then he brought his mouth to mine and for the first time I felt that
difference between a man's and a woman's lips.  My mouth opened on
instinct, and his tongue slipped in, brushing against mine for just a
moment before withdrawing.

Dad broke our kiss, leaning his head back.  "Stop?" he said, waiting for my
reaction.

"No way," I breathed out.  To prove it, I leaned forward and playfully
kissed him, licking his lips with my tongue.  I leaned back, watching his
face, then did it again, this time holding the kiss a little longer.  He
responded immediately, his own tongue sliding forth to swish against mine.
I smiled at him then leaned forward, bringing us back together for another
long kiss, my tongue slipping in between his lips this time.  He let out a
shuddering groan and when I heard that first sound of lusty pleasure, I
knew.  Whatever uncertainty he was feeling was slipping away, fast -- he
really wanted this as much as I did.  My tongue lunged at his roughly and I
reached up, my fingers slipping through his hair, pressing his mouth hard
against my own.

My father's strong hands roamed across my back as he pulled me tight
against him.  His tongue darted into my mouth and then retreated, my own
tongue chased his flicking along his teeth, probing, tasting and then
sucking his back into my mouth.  We stood there letting our tongues explore
each other's mouths, both of us moaning softly, clinging to each other.

We broke for air, resting our cheeks together, breathing heavily as if we'd
just run a race.  "Damn, Dad.  You kiss good."

"Kiss well'", he corrected me with a chuckle.  "You're pretty good, too,
babe," he said, turning his head, looking at me with a sly grin.  "Guess
you take after your old man, huh?"  And just like that, we were into it
again, sucking, licking, kissing each other deep as our bodies swayed
together.  There was an urgency now, both of us grinding against the other,
both of us aware of the other's hardness.

I felt his palms move up my arms, then across my chest, his fingers
ruffling through the light coating of hair then lightly stroking and
teasing my nipples.  I groaned, waiting, hoping as I sucked at his tongue.
His hands slid down my body, his fingers following the trail of hair past
my navel until he reached my shorts.  Lower and then he was rubbing,
pressing one hand against my hardness while the other unsnapped the button
on the waistband.

"Should I stop?" he murmured against my wet mouth, half-teasing,
half-serious.  "Or keep going?"

"What do you think?" I said, turning the question back at him.

"Hmmmm... Tough call.  Let's see...", and with that, he tightened his
fingers around the bulge in my shorts, making me groan.  "Based on
this... I think... yeah, I think we'll definitely keep going."  Our lips
parted and our foreheads tilted against each other, looking down between
our bodies as he stepped back.

His fingers found the tab of the zipper, pulling it down slowly.  In the
silence of the room, we could hear the release of every click, every rustle
of cloth as the flaps of my shorts opened.  I hadn't bothered putting on
underwear and as the zipper neared the bottom, my hard shaft was finally
released.  A quick pull by my hips and the shorts fell to my feet and I
stood naked and hard before my father's admiring eyes.

"Oh, damn.  You're all grown up, aren't you?" he muttered huskily as he
looked me up and down, staring at my body, eyeing my dick that was
straining out and away from me, pointing directly at the stiff prick still
hidden from view in his briefs .

"Turn around... let me see you... let me see all of you."  I did as he
asked, stepping out of the shorts turning my body.  "Oh,
yeah... nice... really nice..." he growled and I could feel his eyes boring
into me from behind.  His hands caressed my shoulders, then slowly moved
their way down my back to my hips.  He paused, then I felt him gently
stroking lower, cupping my bare ass in his palms.  I shivered with pleasure
and when he saw that, he moved his hands to my hips pulling me backwards
against his body.  "Fuck.  You've turned out to be one sexy stud, you know
that, David?  Even better than I imagined."  He moaned into my ear just
before his tongue licked around the outer lobe, his arms wrapping around my
chest and holding me tight

I leaned back into his body, totally enveloped in his warmth.  His hands
roamed across my chest, moving lower, caressing the hair just above my
cock, running the curls between his fingers.  I felt his mouth descend
against the back of my neck, felt his tongue and then his teeth nipping at
the sensitive skin, sending sparks of excitement through my whole body.
Then his mouth was at my ear, his tongue slipping in and out just as I'd
done to him moments before.  I writhed in his arms as he slowly slid the
backs of his fingers against my prick, teasing me with light strokes along
the whole length.

"So... My boy's got the hots for his old man... wants to mess around with
his own Dad... Is that what you were thinking about when I caught you this
morning?  You and me?"  he said in a guttural, seductive voice I'd never
heard him use before, his mouth moving along my neck in long wet licks.  I
almost shot right then and there when he finally wrapped his whole hand
around my cock, stroking gently.

 "Ahhhhh...yeah... Fuck, yeah, I was... Jack off all the time thinking
about you," I gasped, caught up in a rush of desire as he lapped and
suckled, one hand now rubbing my left nipple, the other lightly pumping my
prick.

"Been doing the same thing, Dave," he said in that deep, sexy voice that
made me shudder with excitement.  "Saw you getting the in shower when you
were sixteen... God, you looked good... wanted to climb in with you..."

Even if I had wanted to stop them, the words spilled out, all the yearning
and wishing bottled up inside forcing them out.  "You should
have... Dad... Oh, Dad... wanted you for so long...  I want you...  I need
this... please, Daddy"

"Oh, babe... you don't know how much I... We could have done this years
ago... if I'd known... if I'd only known... should have told me... what you
wanted... I wanted you, too... wanted us together... like this," he
murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he confessed his own secret lust
for me.

Hearing that, my head turned as I arched against him, searching for his
mouth with mine.  Our lips met, tongues snaking out, wet and urgent,
washing across every inch of skin we could taste as his fist stroked the
full length of my dick, a little faster, a little tighter.

I reached behind with both hands and clutched Dad's ass, kneading the
fleshy globes and pulling him tighter against me as I sucked hard on his
tongue. He let out a grunt as the pressure against his cock increased, his
hips grinding the hot bulge against my naked ass.  I slid my hands up to
his waist, my fingers hooking the elastic webbing of my father's briefs,
tugging at it, but the position was too awkward to budge them down more
than inch or so.  Instead, I stretched it out, allowing my hands to roam
inside and finally felt the flesh of the fur covered cheeks.

As the tips of my fingers slid into the hairy cleft of his ass, he broke
our kiss and moaned out a rumble of pleasure from deep in his throat.
"Hmmmmm... Yeah...that's nice... real nice.  Ah, fuck...  I think it's my
turn to get naked... you ready for that?"

"Take `em off, Dad... take `em off..." I gasped, my hands leaving his butt
to again pull at his briefs.

He let go of my cock, let go of my nipple, sliding his fingers up my chest
until his palms rested on my shoulders.  "Do something for me, Dave... I
want you to kneel down... like before," he whispered in my ear and pressed
down gently.  "That's it... that's it, son" he said as he guided me slowly
down until I was on my knees with my back to him, my prick throbbing and
dripping between my spread legs.  I didn't dare touch it or I would have
shot right then and there.

My old man slowly walked around until he was standing just a few feet in
front of me.  He looked down at me for a moment, then suddenly bent
forward, grabbing my face between his hands, kissing me roughly, his tongue
sliding deep and forcefully into my mouth.  Just as quickly, he stood back
up, his hands moving to his waist, pulling the band slowly but steadily out
and down, breathing hard as he stripped himself of the last barrier between
us.

I was holding my breath in anticipation as his thick bush of pubic hair
came into view.  A little lower and there was the swollen head.  More of
the straining prick was revealed, then the top of his full balls.  One more
push took the waistband to the middle of his thighs, finally letting the
entire length and his nuts swing free.

He quickly shoved his shorts past his thighs and they fell the rest of the
way down his legs to his ankles.  Dad stepped out of his briefs, his cock
waving back and forth with each move of his body as he kicked them to the
side and stepped closer.  He spread his legs slightly, looking down with a
sexy smile of pride as he watched me admiring the thick shaft.

My held breath finally released, coming out in a combination of a growl and
a gasp of amazement.  The light in the bedroom that morning was dim and,
even though I'd held it in my hand, felt its hardness and thickness as I'd
stroked him, I didn't appreciate until that moment the overwhelming sense
of awe at finally setting my eyes on the cock that made me.

For the first time, I had a clear view of my father's long, stiff prick in
the light of day, hard and pulsing with blood, standing to attention right
before my eyes.  The skin was stretched taut and underneath I could see
bulging ropy veins pumping, engorging what I later discovered to be an
almost seven-inch cock, beating me by a full inch.  He was cut, the broad
silken-skinned head encircled by a flaring ridge.  Dad's dick arched
slightly from its base, weighted by its own heft and the pull of the heavy
testicles hanging below. His plump balls were big, bigger than my own, and
they rode high in a fleshy sack the size of my fist, churning ceaselessly.
Everywhere were wiry black hairs that glistened in the light, swirling in
soft curls, dense at the base, climbing up his thick rod like ivy to
encircle the bottom inch or so of his jutting erection.

I could feel the blood roaring in my ears as a wave of gut-wrenching desire
swept through me.  I wanted this magnificent prick in my mouth, to lick it,
taste it, feel its heat inside me.  I was ready to suck my first cock and
it was waiting for me, swaying heavily between the legs of my own father.

As if he had read my mind, knowing what I wanted, his groin muscles
contracted with excitement, making the entire length swell and jerk.  He
did it again and this time, the pisshole flared opened and a clear diamond
of pre-cum bubbled out.  It shimmered in the light as it slid forward,
followed quickly by another.

"Son?" he whispered, reaching down, the back of his hand gently caressing
my check until he reached my chin, tilting it upwards.  I somehow tore my
eyes away from that amazing hunk of manhood and looked up, seeing in his
soft brown eyes the hunger that matched my own.

Our eyes locked together, seeing in each other's lustful gaze a mutual
understanding. We both knew this was the last chance to stop.  The few
inches between his swollen cockhead and my waiting mouth was a wide gulf, a
gulf that could change us both forever.  Dad stared down at me with such
love, such intense desire.

Not a word was said.  Nothing more needed to be said.  For so long we'd
kept our feelings covered, suppressed, hidden from each other.  No longer.
The truth had been spoken between us and there was no going back.  Two men,
flesh and blood, each wanting the other in the most forbidden way possible,
about to give in to years of an unfulfilled, impossible hunger.  We were
ready, eager to break the ultimate taboo, to finally make real the dreams
that had haunted us both.  I licked my lips and nodded, letting him know I
was ready.  He, too, nodded in acknowledgement.

We moved in unison.  My handsome, masculine father released my chin to hold
his cock by the base, offering himself to me as I leaned towards him.
Closer, closer, and then the drooling cockhead grazed against my lips.  I
licked at it carefully, tasting his lube, the sticky liquid salty-sweet.  I
puckered and kissed the tip gently then extended my tongue to swipe up the
fluid oozing from the slit.  I ran my tongue all over the sensitive head of
his penis then around, encircling the ridge of his glans, my mouth opening.
As my lips closed around the hot and swollen head, I heard him groan above
me.

I reached for him, my hands moving up his thighs to his hips, then around
to his ass, caressing, touching, making noises that were half moans, half
whimpers of delight.  Dad's hand went to the back of my head, pulling me
forward gently, guiding me onto his erect flesh for the first time.

Our fate was sealed at that moment.