Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2013 11:10:30 -0600 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Dad Likes to Watch; Chapter One; Story codes: M, Mb Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. 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He didn't coach; but he was encouraging and we used to play catch a lot. Sometimes he would chase me around the bases pretending to almost get me, but not quite until we got to home plate. He would then scoop me up in his big arms, twirl me around, and we would both end up on the grass rolling about. He was very demonstrative. He would hug me all the time, even in front of the other guys in Little League. I noticed that the other dads were not like that. It bothered me a little, as I got older, but I have to say it always felt good. Around the age of eleven, I started sprouting hair around my dick and getting hard. My favorite way to masturbate was lie on my stomach. I would rub my cock against the mattress. Eventually the day came when I started to shoot cum out of it. I found some dirty magazines with guys in them. How do kids find stuff like that? It just seems to magically come into a kid's life no matter how hard parents attempt to keep that stuff away from them. I would lay the dirty magazine on the floor, lean my head over the side of the bed, and rub my cock on the mattress until I would shoot. That section of the sheet was always stained and the mattress pad had a yellow area too. The stain became permanent no matter what incredible product Mom used to wash it. It is embarrassing to think now what my mother thought when she changed the sheets. She never said a word, but I'm sure she knew. One Saturday morning I was horny and wanted to get off before I got up; not much different from any other day. I heard everyone milling around the house getting ready. Dad got a little impatient and barged into my room unannounced. What he saw was his naked son rubbing the mattress and groaning softly. I jumped and turned around on my back, which made it worse. "Dad! What are you doing?" As I scrambled to find the sheet which was all the way down at the end of the bed so there was no way to hide that I was naked and hard and about to cum. "It's ok son." He shut the door quietly and came in. He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. "Dad, I, uh,..." "Son, you were jacking off. Every kid jacks off. Many adults do to, especially men." "Ya but I don't want to have people see me do it." "Why not, son? It is a perfectly natural act." He took his big hand and rubbed my bare shoulder. Thankfully, I managed part of the sheet up over my dick, but my dick was still hard and tenting the fabric. "Dad, you're embarrassing me." "I'm sorry son. I don't want to embarrass you. I want you to feel comfortable always. It is ok to feel comfortable being naked and hard in front of another person. Here son, move over and lean on my chest." Hesitantly I did. I was too eroticized now to say no. "Let's pull that sheet down and show me what a big boy you are." I did. My cock was so hard. It felt so good leaning naked body up next to my clothed Daddy. He wrapped his big arms around me. "Why don't you finished what you started, son? No one needs to know but us. I'd love to see my big boy shoot his load." I couldn't help myself at that point. I was too hot. It felt like an extension of all the hugs and caring he gave me over the years. I grabbed my meat and Daddy started whispering to me. "Yes son. Let me see you touch yourself. Let me see you work on your cock. Oh son. You are getting to be such a big boy. Daddy's big boy. Daddy loves you so much. Daddy wants to hold you while you make yourself feel good. Come on baby. Show Daddy your juice. Show Daddy how you stroke you cock. You are turning into such a little man you are. That's it baby. Rub yourself. Doesn't that feel good boy? Doesn't it feel good stroking your boy cock while Daddy holds you tight? You're Daddy's little man. Yes you are. Daddy's little man. Let me see it baby. Let me see you shoot boy. Yeah, oh yeah son. Oh my God son. Oh Oh Oh. Yeah. Doesn't that feel good? Look at all that white cream you made. You're my big boy. You're Daddy's big boy." That was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It was so much better than rubbing my cock on the mattress. Daddy took his hand and rubbed my cream all over my tummy. Then he took a little of it and licked it off his hand. After I slowed my breathing a little, he patted me on the shoulder and said. "Ok son. We have to get the day started. Take a fast shower and come to breakfast." He got up, walked out of the room like nothing was different. Yet, everything was different from that moment on. I really liked Daddy watching me play with myself. I so hoped that it would continue. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com