Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 07:53:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House - 6

I had just told my dad I was ready to explore, that I wanted to right
then. He was high. Maybe even stoned. He smiled a wide, goofy smile and put
his hand on my hand, the one on his knee.

My heart was racing, having finally said it, and when I spread my legs even
slightly, my boner bounced up. I was mostly hard, simply from having told
my dad what I wanted. He moved his hand to my knee. Looked down at my dick,
tenting in my pants, and then moved his hand to feel it. He gripped my dick
through the thick fabric, squeezing it a few times.

"Nice," he said. Then he let go and took another pull off his joint. "Shit,
this weed is strong."

"Can I have some?" I asked him, but he immediately shook his head no.

"So, I can suck your dick, but I can't suck on your joint?" I said it like
I was teasing, but I was seriously annoyed. I felt like an adult. I wanted
him to treat me like one.

Dad gripped his own dick, and sat there with his mouth gaping. He was
thinking slow, maybe, because it seemed to take him a second to realize
what I'd said. That I intended to suck his dick.

He handed me the joint, rubbing himself.

"Do you know how?" Dad asked me. I assumed he meant the joint, but who
knows.

"I breathe it in?" I asked, making fun.

"Yeah, deep," Dad said. "First pull it into your mouth. Then, when you're
ready, pull it all from your mouth into your lungs. It isn't like a
cigarette," he said, but I'd never smoked either. "And then hold it in. As
long as you can." I did what he said, and took a long drag off of the
joint. But as soon as the smoke reached my lungs, it tingled and burned at
once. I launched into a coughing fit.

My dad patted my back as I coughed for what seemed like too long. My eyes
were watering. But I wasn't feeling anything, yet. I told him I wanted to
try again. The second time, I held the smoke in for ten seconds before I
had to blow it out and get real air. And then I coughed some more, my lungs
seeming to want me to.

"Feel anything?"

Dad was still rubbing my back. He moved his hand lower and lower, until it
was just above my waist line.

I did feel something. It was like electricity between us. A vibrating pull.
The whole world was distilled down to just his hand, warm on my lower
back. His leg shifting toward mine, until the sides of our knees were
touching. I grabbed my dick through my pants and saw another wet spot
forming.

"Fuck," Dad moaned, letting his head fall back. I looked at the tent in his
shorts. I could make out the outline of his cock head. It was thicker than
mine, but similar in every other way. Trevin's was more tapered than
mine. But Dad had a full mushroom head. It looked like mine, only
bigger. It made me feel comfortable with it and him. Close in a new way.

I reached over and put my hand on Dad's crotch, and then started to undo
the zipper on his shorts--all while he brushed the small of my back with
his big, rough thumb.

"You're sure?" Dad's dick twitched when I said yes. I wanted it so bad, and
it came out in my voice. My desire ached for him, and he knew it. He loved
it. And maybe his ached for me.

I tried to reach my hand into my dad's zipper, but it wasn't working. Dad
undid the button of his shorts and pulled his shorts down to his knees. I
could see a spot of precum on his dark boxer briefs. Dad moved his hand
from my lower back, and I turned to face him better, looking him in the
eyes and telling him how much I loved him. He smiled, and I sat up on my
knees.

"Take your pants off," Dad said, and I did. I stood in front of him, my
bulge ridiculous. I undid the button and zipper and pulled them down, so
that my dick sprang up. I hadn't taken the time to put on underwear, racing
to be dressed before Dad got home from his walk. And so as I pulled my
pants off my ankles, I was entirely naked from the waist down.

"Take off your shirt," Dad said. If his first request sounded like it was
for me, for my comfort, his second was a command. It was for him. He wanted
his boy naked before him. And when I took my shirt off, I was.

Dad looked me over, stroking himself under his underwear. He reached out
and put his hand on my waist, then moved it up to feel my smooth skin, my
hairless belly, my chest and then throat. I knelt down on the couch next to
him, his hand on my neck. I leaned to sniff Dad's crotch, and he took his
hand out of his underwear. I nuzzled into his hard lap, rubbing his
erection with my nose and mouth. I reached up to his underwear and pulled
down on the elastic. I felt so powerful, undressing my father. Revealing
him to me, my face inches from his cock.

As soon as I'd pulled his underwear down to his thighs, I could smell the
intense musk from Dad's lap. It was humid down there, and as I nuzzled his
cock and balls, I could feel how wet they were from the little bit he had
stroked.

I gripped his dick a bunch of precum flowed out, running down to pool at my
hand. I lifted my thumb to my mouth and licked the clear juice. I loved the
taste. Similar to mine, but somehow better. This time, leaning in, I licked
the line of pre slowly up the side of Dad's cock, up to his head. I could
hear from his breathing that Dad was into it. And so was I. I lowered my
mouth all the way onto it, taking as much of Dad's dick as I could, and
sucking on it, moving my tongue around to taste it.

I was savoring the moment, aware of nothing but my mouth and my Dad's cock,
until he put his hand on my lower back again. I arched my back, so my ass
was in the air as I sucked him. Dad ran his hand down over my ass cheeks
and soon was playing with my balls from underneath.

I couldn't help but moan, and when I did, it vibrated where Dad's oozing
cock was pressing into my throat.

"That's my boy," Dad moaned back to me. He moved his hand from my balls
long enough to lick his palm, and then he reached back under my ass,
pulling my cock down and lubing it with his palm of spit. I moaned more as
my father stroked me, his big dick filling my mouth with his flavors. My
own cock was leaking serious precum as well, and Dad used it to wet his
thumb. He then let go of my shaft and used his lubed thumb to play with my
asshole.

I let Dad's dick pop out of my mouth, as I turned to look at him, feeling
his thumb on my hole. I wasn't expecting him to touch me there, and
certainly wasn't expecting it to feel so good.

"Like this?" Dad asked, clearly enjoying himself. I nodded, my face
probably ten shades of red.

Was Dad planning to fuck me? I had loved everything we'd done together so
far, but I was scared of being fucked. I knew it would hurt, and I wasn't
sure if I'd like it. Yet as Dad's thumb started to enter my asshole, I
gasped with pleasure, not wanting him to stop.

I put his dick back in my mouth, wanting him in me on both ends. Dad
groaned when I started sucking him again, and begged for me to tug his
balls.

"Good boy," he panted, wiggling his thumb deeper into my ass.

Then, without warning, he pulled it out, pulled me off his dick. I thought
something was wrong until he was pulling my mouth to his.

He kissed me hard, his tongue on mine, his lips on mine, his spit mixing
with mine. He pulled me onto his lap so my naked crotch was pressed to
his. Our dicks slipping against each other, oozing onto Dad's pelvis as he
sucked my tongue.

Suddenly, Dad's cellphone rang on the coffee table. I hoped he'd ignore it,
and he did. But when it rang a second time, he stopped kissing me and asked
for me to hand it to him.

Still on his lap, I reached behind us for his phone. It was Uncle Steve.

Dad let it go to voicemail, but we agreed he should probably listen to the
message. My uncle never called, and since we were in his house and he could
come back at any moment, it seemed important.

I crawled out of Dad's lap, still stroking myself, ready to continue--but
also ready to bust. I thought about surprising Dad by cumming on his chest
without warning him. Ideally, while he wasn't expecting it. But I wanted to
cum with my Dad, so I stood there, stroking, loving the wait.

I watched his dick bounce, dribbling all the way to the kitchen. He brought
me back something, the phone still to his ear. It was the bag he wouldn't
let me see before, from when he went into town. What was in it?

I smiled at him, and he was my dad still. It was like my birthday or
Christmas, and he was the same man. I could have both. He smiled, still
checking his messages.

I opened the bag. There was lube inside, and (my heart stopped) a small
glass dildo. I didn't know what to say. I was scared. I wasn't sure if I'd
want to. I smiled, wide-eyed, and thanked him.


The look on Dad's face wasn't good, though. He stood and walked into the
kitchen, pacing as he listened to the rest of the message.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said to himself. He listened to the rest
of the message. And then Dad looked at me, deflated and annoyed.

"Get ready for your uncle Steve, cause he's going to be here very soon."


I have to admit, I was a little relieved. After my present, I wasn't sure
what would happen with Dad. What if I said I couldn't and he got mad? What
if I said I could, but couldn't--and it hurt and wouldn't stop? What if it
didn't feel good?

I wanted to crawl back onto the couch while Dad was still hard and insist
that we finish each other off now, real quick, it'd be cool. I still wanted
to feel what it would be like to have a man cum in my mouth. Especially my
dad. And honestly, having felt his thumb in my hole, I still wanted to cum
with it in there, wanted my dad to make me spew my load everywhere. But he
insisted that we had to get Steve's tin of weed back into the locked room
before he got to the lake house. And Dad didn't seem to know exactly when
to expect him. So I begrudgingly put my pants back on and washed Dad's
precum off my red face. And the two of us tried to act like something crazy
didn't just happen--or almost happen.

My aunt Genny married Steve long before I was born. He doesn't look like
our side of the family, has dark hair and olive skin. He still has his
beard from before he was married. The the kind of guy that goes out on the
lake with some buddies and they drink beer in the silence.

I'd never really thought about him, truthfully. I'd always thought of Uncle
Steve as boring. But knowing what I know now. Having seen his dick in my
dad's mouth. And having seen his ass. I felt like he and I had more in
common than I knew. Did my dad fuck him? Did he try to? Did Uncle Steve
want it? He seemed to in the pictures. I wanted to know him, suddenly. And
it seemed I was going to have my chance.