Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2006 18:24:38 -0800 (PST)
From: raj marcus <rajnmarcus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad Saw It All

My dad and I were close during my childhood.  That seems like a very long
time ago now looking back. The family was always doing something together.
My parent loved to travel, and they loved taking us kids with them on rides
to the mountains and to the beach.  All of us were inquisitive and loved to
be out in the world in touch with the movement of life.

However, during that era and along the Atlantic seaboard it just never
occurred to me that I would ever find expression for who I really was.  Oh,
it took me long enough to realize how specifically I was different from
everyone else, and an equally long time to cultivate a convincing facsimile
of a normal heterosexual; so that I could have an enjoyable life of some
kind.  I just never thought that it would really ever be possible for me to
be truthful and relaxed living out my real life?  I learned that real life
does prevail though?

My father was a GP.  We kids tried to avoid that fact by playing with
others who were not the children of physicians; usually it was by
befriending the kids we went to school with.  For me that meant riding my
bicycle to the houses of my friends every afternoon after school, and being
invited to stay for supper if I were lucky.  But regardless, through those
years, I never sought to fulfill the love that I coveted with every living
breath.

High school passed and finally college arrived and I moved away from
home?for all practical purposes, permanently.  I was often homesick, but I
knew I had to succeed on my own somehow; so I endured.

My dad always took the time to telephone me each weekend and ask how I was
doing.  He would offer me his car for extended periods of time, for the big
dance weekends that were so significant a part of college life then.  I
declined but was really happy that he cared enough to keep in touch with me
so regularly and to see that I had the financial support that made college
life easy.

One particular weekend, I was feeling very homesick.  I decided I would
hitchhike home, some 7 hours, and spend the weekend with the family.  I
thought I?d surprise them.

It turned out that on this particular weekend, mom and the little kids had
driven down to the beach to grandma?s house.  Dad had a busy schedule, it
seemed.  Delivering babies was nearly a fulltime activity for him, along
with a new interest in trying to help the aging men in town with their
erectile problems; so he stayed home alone this time.

Medicine had not developed very far in the ED (erectile dysfunction) area
in those days.  I remember Dad talking about giving his first testosterone
treatment to the middle aged owner of the local Lincoln dealership in town.
That apparently had turned the guy back on because he ended up marrying a
woman 20 years younger than he was and spent a lot of time driving around
town in his white Lincoln convertible with his younger wife by his side?

On the night that I got home, the house was dark except for a single light
in my dad?s study.  I let myself in and yelled out in the dark, ?anybody
home??  I didn?t want to startle anyone.

My dad appeared at the top of the stairs and said, ?Well, look who?s here.
Come on up. Oh, Rob it?s so good to see you? (Pause) Is there anything
wrong??  His mood became serious in an instant, extinguishing the
spontaneous happiness he showed when he first realized that I was home.

?Of course not, Dad,? I said. ?I just decided that I wanted to feel the
comfort of home for a change.  School is great, but it doesn?t replace you
guys.?

The light returned to his face by the time I reached the top of the stairs,
and he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me close as we stumbled down
the hallway together to my old room.  He flipped on the light switch as I
dragged in my suitcase.

?Now I know you must be hungry,? he said as he watched me throw my suitcase
on the bed.  ?Rob! How did you get here??  It suddenly hit him that I must
have hitchhiked, the practice of which he thoroughly disapproved.  ?You
hitchhiked, didn?t you??

?Yes, Dad; but I was careful who I got in with??

?Rob, that is just not a good idea.  Now I?m going to either drive you back
myself, or put you on the Powatan Arrow back to school on Sunday!?

?OK, Dad.  Suit yourself.  I?m just happy I have two days to be with you
all.?

?Well, Rob.  Your mom and the others have gone to visit grandma T.  I?m
afraid it will just be the two of us this time.?

I had to pee.  I walked out into the hall toward the bathroom, and dad
called out that he would make sandwiches and chocolate milkshakes for us.
?Come on down when you?re comfortable?? And he walked down the hall toward
the stairway.

While we talked over sandwiches and homemade milkshakes, dad began telling
me all about his new testosterone treatment program, the newest thing in
town.  All of the aging men were making their way to his office to find out
whether they would be candidates for the potential benefits.  Dad said that
mental function usually improved, energy went up, muscle mass even
developed, and, of course, sexual motivation returned; some of these guys
could actually get it up once again. Sounded ok to me.  But I wasn?t too
interested in the medical world; so the conversation wound it?s way from
dad?s latest professional developments to my academics and then on to the
fact that ski season was in full swing, and did I think I?d like to do some
skiing in December during the holidays?

?Well, you bet.?  I confirmed that right on the spot. I didn?t want that
offer to go unremembered when we were actually planning for the holidays.

I realized that I was feeling very happy to be home, very relaxed to be
having a conversation with dad, and eventually I was ready to go up to bed.
So we both agreed we?d go upstairs.  The dishes could wait for tomorrow,
Dad said.

I lay on my bed, my t-shirt and boxers still on, aware that I was very
relaxed and yet aware also of my cock slowly becoming turgid.  My dad came
in the room.  I never closed my door; just never though it necessary.  He
had a syringe and a tiny little bottle in his hands.  He said, ?You know
that treatment I explained to you downstairs. Well, it is definitely not
for young guys like you on a regular basis?for athletics and such; however,
you might want to try it just once to see what it?s like to feel the
influence of an extra measure of testosterone.  I assure you that the
experience is not addictive in any way.  Of course, it?s up to you.

Sure, Dad, I said.  It?d be a neat experience.  And you say that it will
not upset my own endocrine glands to accept this one shot?  Not at all,
son.  Just flip over on your tummy.  I?ll give you a little shot in the
butt.

?Ow! I didn?t know this was going to hurt! Dad!?

?Oh, Rob,? he said with some exasperation in his voice.  ?That?s it.  It?s
all done.?  ?One shot in the butt is not the end of the world.  Now just
let your body begin to absorb the hormone while you relax.?

I lay on the bed, half asleep.  Dad left the room, and I did fall asleep.
The trip had been tiring, and I needed to sleep by that time.

Actually I slept quite a long time. I didn?t wake up until about 6am, the
time I?d usually wake up to get breakfast at the dining hall and then be on
time for my 7:30am class. But this morning was Saturday; I was home; and I
had a hard on like none I?d had before.  And I felt the most profound urge
to open my legs, spread them as wide as I could, and masturbate my very
hard cock.

I am extremely hairy.  I have a nice body and average size cock.  But the
exquisite sensitivity of my cock this morning was extraordinary.  And the
urge that hit me was causing me to tremble as I tore off my shirt and
shorts.  I just had to jerk off.  I could feel the horniness that emanated
from my crotch.  I had to lift my legs and feet from the bed as I rubbed my
cock.  I used the thumb and middle finger of one hand to stimulate my
nipples in a circular motion.  Each circular massage delivered
indescribable pleasure to my body that forced me to spread my legs and
become aware of my asshole and my craving for its stimulation.

 I was aware that I wanted to rub my cock in different places and feel the
different versions of ecstasy that each place elicited.  I had never
thought that there were zones on my penis, but this morning, I felt that
rubbing the helmet made me tremble in one way, while stroking the sides of
the shaft caused me to writhe deliciously in another, both ways making me
open my legs even more than they were, if that were possible.

I just writhed in horniness and became conscious of every hair and crevice
in my crotch.  I could feel my asshole, and again and again I longed for
something to stimulate it.  I felt my prostate radiate pleasure as it
forced precum out the end of my penis.  I became obsessed with the delivery
of stimulus and pleasure that jacking my penis and massaging my nipples was
delivering.  I could not have stopped to deal with some other matter at
this moment if I?d tried.  All I wanted to do was lie there and masturbate,
masturbate, masturbate, rub my nipples, feel the intense pleasure in the
very bottom of my body, between my dick and my asshole.

I wanted to show the world what great pleasure my maleness was delivering.
My dense hairiness, the very thought of which I found so profoundly erotic,
seemed to be the source of my intense sensitivity that morning, and I
wanted to savor it all endlessly.  I just wanted to jack and jack and jack
endlessly.  I couldn?t stop jacking. The precum oozed, and I kept on
jacking. Oh, God it felt good?

I began to moan quietly, but in a few minutes, I didn?t care if I were
heard or not.  My sexual experience was so all-encompassing and so
magnificent that I actually WANTED to be seen and heard.

While I writhed on the bed, I became aware that my dad was standing next to
me in the dim early morning light.  I pushed my ass up off the bed with my
legs spread unbelievably wide-open displaying every detail of my maleness
to him specifically.  My cock was hard? every stroke made me quiver in
ecstasy? my hairy crotch and asshole actually began to make me crave
penetration?an idea I?d never had before.  But this morning, this morning I
wanted my dad to see me experience every scintilla of male sexual energy I
was capable of generating.  My horny fucking ass covered with dense black
hair radiated sexual desire, and I massaged my hard penis up and down, up
and down, up and down?sometimes slow, sometimes faster?but every time with
my eyes fixed on my dad?s eyes as he watched me deliver masturbatory
pleasure to my dick, huff out my horny animal groans, and show him motion
after motion of male sexual self stimulation?

I?d say, yes, yes, yes and nod my head up and down as I jacked my cock
frantically. I?d press hard on my nipples and feel the sexual pleasure
radiating from the hard, slippery little buttons under my fingertips, all
the while looking deeply into my dad?s eyes.

Finally I actually whispered words as I jacked.  I looked into his eyes and
said, ?Dad, dad?.. look at me?. Look at my hairy cock?. I?m so horny dad? I
want you to see me cum, dad?. Look at me?. See me do this to myself?.?

In breathy phrases I kept up my frantic masturbation and pleaded with my
dad to acknowledge my intense sexual display.

?I love you dad.  I love jacking my dick for you, dad.  I want to cum for
you.?

And with our eyes locked together, my own eyes opened wider in wonder at
the pleasure surging through my body in a growing crescendo. I strained and
curled like one great erotic abs crunch when cumming became inevitable. The
fluids actually gurgled in my crotch for both of us to hear as ejaculation
commenced.

And I did!

?I?m cumming dad! OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Look at me dad!  NOW!  Look at my
crotch, dad.  See all my cum!?

Huge sprays and spurts of white cum flew out of my cock, and I convulsed
when muscles somewhere down in my abdomen shot more ecstasy into my brain.
My legs spread wide open, hairy and horny, for my dad to see.  This was
finally the real me being seen. Thank God.

When I shot my cum, dad reached down quickly and put the palm of one hand
on my convulsing balls.  He pressed and rubbed me in a circular motion
allowing one finger to penetrate my anus and probe my prostate.  That
finger against my prostate triggered another volley of squirts and finally
a dry orgasm.

When my convulsing subsided, dad bent down, hugged me, and kissed me deeply
on my mouth. Our tongues pushed against each other in recognition.

?Oh, yes, Son,? he said.  ?I love you so much.  Now rest.?

And I did!