DAD

I was your typical 14 year old.  I was constantly horny and anxious to see
a naked body at any point.  I didn't care if it was a man or a woman.  I
knew that I preferred guys but assumed it was a phase I would pass through.
This proved not to be the case.

My dad was/is a big burly guy.  Hairy arms, legs, chest.  You know.  He's
you're typical truck driver.  I was always attracted to him and used to
love to watch him in the yard or work around the house..  He was very into
fitness and had constructed a small gym in the basement.  I started using
it occassionally to work out in the winter.  He used it when he was home.
I would sometimes spot him on bench presses or some similar activity.  I
used to get excited just being near him getting all pumped up and sweaty.
Often when we were working out (he'd wear sweats and no underwear), I'd try
and spy his dick through the material.  I would see it swinging around in
there and I think secretly he got a kick out the the fact that I like
looking at his body.  He never said any thing, but occasionally I'd swear
it would swell up a little.

He'd always take a show when were done working out in the show in the
basement.  It was a stall shower with a clear curtain.  I could see him in
there soaping up his hard biceps and working his way down to his dick.  I
would have to wait until he was completely done in order to take my shower
because I was certain what I was feeling wouldn't be cool with him.  But I
would get in there when he was done and jack my cock just know that he had
been in there just a few minutes earlier.

One night changed my perception of how my dad felt about sex with guys
forever.  He would often take a bath or shower and put on his robe and
watch TV.  He'd usually get the coach, I got a easy chair and my mom would
get "her" chair.  One night while we were all watching TV my dad fell
asleep on the coach.  It was getting a little late so my mom decided it was
time for her to go to bed.  She tried to wake my father, but the hard work
of the day and the few beers seemed to have him out cold.  She kissed me
goodnight and went to bed, leaving my father lying there.  I watched a
little more TV and looked over at my dad.  His robe was wide open and he
was lying there completely naked.  Needless to say, I could hardly stand
it.  I started shaking inside almost immediately.  I wanted to get closer.
I got up and walked toward the coach.  He was still snoring loudly and
moved.  I froze!  What would I say?  My pajama bottoms were already
tenting.  But he didn't wake up.  The one thing I saw for the first time
was that my father was uncut.  I didn't know what that was until that
moment.  All the guys I had ever seen in gym didn't have foreskins.  I
wanted any even closer look now.  I couldn't imagine what was going on with
his dick.  As I stepped closer he rolled over a little.  His dick (which is
about 4" soft) flopped to his side.  Again I was scared but the fear didn't
seem to matter.  I got so close I could smell the soap from the shower he
had taken earlier in the evening.  I got down near it and started jacking
my dick.  Suddenly I noticed that his dick started swelling a little.  Not
a lot, but enough where it jumped.  I didn't know whether he was awake or
not.  I was totally transfixed on his dick.  I didn't know what to do but I
knew I wanted it.  As I jacked my dick I noticed his dick started to get
harder.  He was getting a fuckin' hardon in front of me.  Soon the skin
around the head started to pull back and it was at full mast.  I could
stand it any more.  I leaned over very carefully and licked the tip of it
with my tongue.  It tasted salty. FUCK!  Suddenly he moved again.  What
happened next shocked me.  He put one hand on the back of my head and
guided my mouth down on his dick.  I couldn't believe it.  I was giving my
own dad a blow job.  I started bobbing up and down on it and he started
moaning.  Soon I felt the head expand and he shot a white hot load in my
mouth.  He held my head down until I swallowed it.  I shot my load so hard
I couldn't tell you where all it went.  When I looked up he had an evil
smile on his face and said that that was just what he needed.  He got up
and kissed me good night and went to bed.  That was just the beginning of a
great relationship with my dad.