Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 07:40:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Will S <baysidebator@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad and Internet Porn

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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  If this is
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	Dad And Internet Porn

	What can I say?  I grew up living a fairly normal life.  My parents
were and are still happily married and I am their only child whom they dote
on.  Dad was never modest much--at least up to a point.  He loved his days
off from work and spent most of the weekend lounging around the house in
his underwear much to my mother's annoyance.  Up until I got a little older
and spent the night over at friends' houses I thought all men sat around
the house all weekend in their tighty-whities.  Dad and I would cuddle
together in his lazy boy recliner with my blanket and watch cartoons and
giggle and play and tickle and roughhouse with each other.  Then something
devastating happened which completely destroyed the life I once knew.
Puberty.

	As soon as I sprouted my first dick hairs I had to be the horniest
kid in the world.  I was a masturbating fiend--I still am for that matter.
I also began to see my father in a whole new light.  Seeing dad on Saturday
mornings in his underwear took on a new meaning for me.  My vision was
often drawn down to his crotch and the outline his cock head would make on
the white cotton fabric.  Also dad had some pretty big low hangers--bull
balls some would call them.  When he was naked drying off in the shower
they would hang very low and bounce between his thighs as he walked.  I'm
damn proud of my low hanging nuts but they can be annoying when they keep
falling out of your underwear.  This is the problem dad often had--a
problem I came to enjoy.  He would often times be sitting in his recliner
or laying in bed and his nuts would invariably work themselves out.  As a
young kid in the middle of puberty this would drive me wild.  My throat
would tighten up, my dick would spring to life and my breath became fast
and shallow.  I would stare at his dark, hairy nuts for as long as I could
without getting caught.  I used to emulate him and would sit around the
living room and if mom weren't around I would reach down and pull out a
ball and let half my nuts hang out and stand in a position that he had no
choice but to see.  When dad noticed he would just laugh, point and say,

	"Boy, you're exposing yourself again."

	I usually turned red and would say "ooops" before stuffing them
back in and look over and tell him his were hanging out too.  At which
point he would usually make some grunting noise and stuff his nuts away.
This went on for years.  Every Saturday morning dad would sit in his chair
with the paper and coffee and I would position myself so that I could study
the outline his cock made.  You would think after a few weeks I would get
over it but no.  I made a habit out of meticulously studying his bulge for
years!  The one thing I rarely got to see was dad naked--much to my
distress.  I would sometimes make up a reason to get something out of their
bathroom and catch a look at him drying off or showering but I was careful
enough not to do it too often and arouse suspicion.  Dad was a handsome
man.  He's about 6 feet tall and around 190 pounds.  He was an ex marine
who kept fit enough.  He had nice arms and biceps that would bulge in the
sexiest way when he would pound on a hammer or open a jar for mom.  He had
a broad chest too that stretched the fabric of his white t-shirt and just
the slightest hint of a belly from the beers he was so fond of drinking.
Dad was a hairy man no doubt about it.  From his chest to his arms down to
his toes he had thick, dark hair.  It made a perfect pattern that conformed
to his muscled chest and spread across his stomach too before narrowing
down to his crotch.  Hi forearms were very hairy and I loved to be wrapped
in them as a kid.  The hairiest part of him were his legs.  I loved they
way they felt on my own legs when I would sit in his lap as a small child.
The hair often tickled me and made me giggle but it felt great.  As I said
before dad's nuts hung low and were a dark brown color that stood out from
his pale white skin.  His dick was always heavy and lanky from just getting
out of the shower--the only time I managed to see it.  And that was pretty
much my youth.  All my youthful jack off fantasies were about dad but they
never were realized.  He was happily fucking my mom and enjoying every
moment of it from what I could tell by the noise they would make.

	I grew up then went off to college out of state.  It was in college
where I learned about gay sex and realized my particular fetish for older
men.  I loved to fuck my older professors and when I wasn't getting any I
was jacking off in my door room fantasizing about dad.  The first summer I
decided not to come home but to work and get an apartment where the college
was.  It was a great time and I had a blast but my money situation was
dire.  So the second summer I decided to come home and work and save money.
It was weird being at home again but definitely nice being around dad again
and spending the mornings with him lounging around in our skivvies.  Things
had changed quite a bit at home too.  I think mom and dad really enjoyed
their newfound freedom after I left.  They both became a lot more laid back
and easy going.  Dad wasn't wearing tighty-whities any more, he wore skimpy
little bikinis that mom bought him.  It was impossible for his nuts to stay
put and he didn't even bother to put them back in.  And the super thin
fabric showed every bump and fold on his fat cock as it pressed against the
tight spandex fibers.  My parents also finally got their own computer and
much to my surprise my dad was rather adept at using it.  Too good perhaps.
I would come down in the mornings after mom had left and dad would be
sitting at the computer web browsing and fiddling around.  I didn't think
much about it until I came into the room once and I saw him quickly
minimize the screen.  I also caught a quick site of his crotch before he
wrapped his house robe up and his dick was clearly hard and tenting up his
jockey shorts.  This went on for quite a while.  Just about any time dad
was on the computer and I came into the room he would minimize the screen
and bring up a new one and pretend like he was reading email.  And when he
did get off the computer he would clear out the history files which showed
which web sites had been visited as well as clearing out the cache.  Now I
knew this tactic.  I did it everyday when I used my dorm mate's computer
after looking at porn.  I cleared out all the cache at such so he wouldn't
know what kinky gay sites I had been jacking off too.  I decided I needed
to be more sneaky about it and catch dad.  I woke up before dad one morning
and fiddled about downstairs.  After a while he came down and I heard him
get on the computer.  After I while I heard him sort of talking to himself.
Stuff like,

	"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.  Nice tits.  Hot pussy."

	Needless to say listening to my dad dirty talk made leave a big wet
spot in my shorts.  After a while I strolled into the room unseen while he
we was staring intently at some hard core fuck pics on the screen.

	"G'morning, dad" I shouted as I walked in the room.

	Dad just froze for a second.  I could see the hair on the back of
his neck stand up.  He fumbled around for a bit and minimized the screen
and spoke with a sort of choked up voice.

	"Oh shit, son.  Ummm...yeah good morning.  Oh well...I was just
uhhhhhhhhhhh"

	I felt sorry for dad.  His strict religious upbringing had him
feeling pretty low at the moment and I could see the shame in his eyes for
having let his son catch him looking at porn.

	"Oh for crying out loud dad.  What's the big deal?  So you were
looking at porn?  Remember last year when I asked for Christmas to get a
bigger hard drive?  Well that was because I filled up the old one with
dirty pictures!"

	Dad and I laughed for a moment and he seemed to relax.

	"Besides," I continued, "far be it from me to prevent you from
enjoying your God given right as a man to look at dirty pictures."

	Dad laughed some more and nodded.  "Yeah I guess I was acting
pretty silly," dad replied.  "I didn't want you to think your old man was
some kind of freak."  Dad paused for a moment and continued, "I guess
you're just like you dad then, huh?  Can't get enough of the sex pics huh?'

	"Oh shit, dad!" I exclaimed.  "I'm like a freaking addict.  If I'm
on the computer 9 times out of 10 I'm looking at dirty pics and playing
with myself!"

	Dad just smiled at my comment but didn't say anything for a moment
then said, "So you enjoy yourself and don't worry about me...just don't mind
me when I'm on there too.  Deal?"

	"It's a deal, dad." I quickly responded.  "Just try and keep the
keyboard from getting sticky."

	So dad went back to his porn and I tooled around the kitchen some
more and made up excused to come by the room every few minutes as if I was
cleaning around the house and stuff.  Dad was enjoying his porn and though
he wasn't jacking off he was clearly rubbing his cock through his
underwear.  The days wore on and I would get on the computer before he came
home which was a little bit earlier than mom did and put in on some
straight porn sites.  They didn't particularly turn me on but the guys in
the fuck pics were usually pretty hot enough.  I would sit back with my
right hand stroking my dick through my underwear while dad walked in the
room.  Usually he would grab a beer and offer one to me as well.  He lean
in the door way and shoot the breeze while I continued to look at the pics.
If I started to rub myself too much dad would usually walk out saying,

	"Well I'll leave you to your business.  Just don't get the keyboard
sticky."

	That night dad was looking at porn after mom had gone to bed.  I
walked in to get a beer and decided to just pull up a chair next to him and
look at it with him.  We talked for a while and commented and who had the
best tits or the wettest pussy.  I have to admit all the dirty talk with
dad would usually enough to make me blow my wad in my shorts.  But after a
while dad went up to bed and I was left alone to jack off.

	A few days later dad had come home early.  I saw him in the drive
way and decided to run down stairs and drop my pants and start jacking off
to one of his porn sites.  He came out of the kitchen while I was in the
middle of furiously jacking my meat.

	"Oh sorry, son," Dad nervously said, "didn't mean to bust in on you
while you were busting you nut."

	I just laughed and slowed down my moves and stroked my cock slowly.
I looked up at him and smiled.

	"Shit, dad," I said as calmly as I could.  "It don't bother me
none.  We both know why we look at this stuff...to get off!"

	Dad just nodded and smiled.  "Cool.  So you're not bothered by me
being here," he said.

	I sort of stopped stroking for a moment and look down at my
throbbing cock and looked back at him and said, "Do I look like I'm
bothered?"

	So dad pulled up a chair and watched the movie I had downloaded
with me.  I slowly pulled on my meat while dad took turns looking at the
movie and quickly glancing down at my cock.  Feeling a little bold I
reached over and picked up the lube I was using and offered it to dad.

	"Here you go," I grunted as I stroked my cock.  "Enjoy yourself."

	Dad hesitated for a second then unzipped his pants and pulled out
his hard cock.  We sat there side-by-side choking our dicks and even
started to do it on the same beat.  I looked down and realized how similar
our hard cocks were.  I think dad was doing it too because he looked up at
me and smiled then said,

	"Chip off the old block, heh?"

	"Yep," I replied.  "So I guess I owe you the thanks for my dick and
these nuts, huh?

	Dad just chuckled and nodded.  "Yep," he said, "kids used to tease
me at school about them.  How about you?"

	I nodded.  "Oh hell yeah.  Just look at this!"  As I spoke I took
my nuts and pulled on them and stretched them out at far as I could.  "The
guys at the dorm call me Bull because they say I have nuts as big as one!"

	We sat for a while jacked our meat while watching some slut get
gang banged by five guys.  Slowly I noticed dad's hairy leg inching closer
and closer to mine.  After a while our hairy thighs were touching and
bumping up against one another as we jacked off.

	"Fuck this feels good," dad shouted.

	"Oh man does it ever, dad."  I hoarsely responded.

	"I just wish I could get your mother to suck my did like that bitch
on the screen does," dad shouted.  As he said it his let rubbed even closer
to mine and I felt his arm rubbing against my arm too.  I turned around and
look at my dad.

	"Holy shit!" I thought to myself.  Dad had the look.  You know what
look I'm talking about.  The kind a guy gives you at a bar or party when he
wants to fuck you.  That sort of predatory look that is unmistakable for
anything else.  I took my cue and bent down and took dad's cock into my
mouth.

	"FUCK!" dad shouted.  "Fuck, yea!  Suck that cock, boy.  Oh damn
that feels good."  Dad placed his heavy hand on my head and pushed me down
further on his cock.  Soon I was gagging on his thick meat but I didn't
mind.  I was in Heaven.  I didn't take long for dad to shoot his load down
my throat.  It tasted amazing and I could not get enough of his wad.

	The next day I came home from work and mom was out shopping.  Dad
was in the living room watching a sex video on TV buck naked just stroking
his cock.  He just had a rascally look to his eye and I immediately chucked
off my clothes and went down on his cock.  After a while I began to go
lower until my tongue was playing with his ass.  Dad was in ecstasy.  I
never heard a man moan louder than dad did.

	"Does it taste bad?" Dad asked.  "I mean it's ass after all."

	"Tastes better than any pussy I ever ate." I responded before
diving back down into his ass.

	Dad loved it and couldn't get enough.  After a while though he
pulled back and asked to try.  I crawled onto the sofa and spread my ass
cheeks.  Dad sniffed around my ass for a moment which was hot and fresh
from a shower at the gym where I worked.  I dove his tongue into my hole
and reached around and tugged on my nut sack.

	"OH fuck, dad" I shouted.  "Eat my hole.  Eat that man pussy."

	Dad continued to eat my ass and after a few minutes my ass was
loose and slobbery.  "So that's a man pussy, huh?" dad asked.  "Well a
pussy is good for just one thing.  Sticking your dick in."  With that dad
stood up and slowly but firmly shoved his cock into my slobbery ass.

	"Oh fucking hell, boy!" Dad shouted.  "You feel so damn good.  Damn
you make your dad's cock feel good!  You like your daddy's cock, boy?  You
want more of that?"

	Dad's dirty talk drove me wild and I shouted for more and started
begging for his daddy cock to shoot his seed inside of me.  It didn't take
long and then I felt his cock swell in my ass and then he shot load after
load of his dad spunk into my ass.  At the same time my own dick shot out
my boy load and we both collapsed onto the sofa.  We laid there for a while
in our sweat and jizz.  After a while we both got cleaned up and went out
for dinner.  On the way home we stopped at the porn shop and dad rented
some more movies.

	He just smiled and said, "I think you and your old man are going to
have a good time this summer."