Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 05:28:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shemjaza Elohim <elohimboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy and Joe

I was fascinated by Daddy's hairy chest. I was just a boy then, and to me
Daddy was a real man. He was probably 35. He had big, strong arms with hair
on them, and there was even some hair on the back of his hands. He didn't
like to shave, I guess, because there was always a thick layer of stubble
on his face.

	Dad and Mom were divorced so I would go over to Dad's on the
weekends, and Dad would let me stay up late and play video games or watch
TV or whatever. He didn't care, he said it was Mom's job to keep me in
line, it was his job to show me how to have fun.

	Well, one night I'd already gone to bed but I heard some funny
noises that woke me up. So I decided to get up and see what was going on.
Dad was downstairs on the couch. The only light in the room was on the TV,
and he was watching some people do some funny stuff. I didn't even really
get a close look at the TV, because I noticed right away that Dad's pants
were off. He still had his shirt on, but it was pulled up a little so I
could see the thick dark hair on his belly, and around his dick. But his
dick wasn't like I'd seen it before in the shower. It was sticking straight
up, and he was rubbing it with his hand.

	Suddenly he noticed me and looked surprised, and started to cover
himself, but then he seemed to change his mind and called me down to sit
next to him. I walked down the stairs and sat next to him on the couch. He
put his arm around me, and I could smell him, so strong. My heart was
beating really hard.

	"Son," he said, "This is what real men do. Have you ever seen a
real man's cock?" I shook my head no. He continued: "Real men rub it, and
it feels good."

	Suddenly I wanted to touch it, to see what was making it stick up
so straight into the air, even now that he wasn't touching it anymore. I
guess I must've moved my hand a little because Dad said, "If you want to
touch it you can." I hesitated then reached towards it. Suddenly it
twitched, and I pulled my hand back. Dad laughed. "It likes you," he said.
"Go ahead, touch it." I put my hand on it. It was so thick I couldn't reach
my fingers all the way around. Dad had foreskin, so I slid it down off the
big head of his dick, and a new smell hit my nose.

	"Now that you're on the way to becoming a real man," Dad told me,
"You're going to have to keep real men's secrets. Can you do that for me,
son?"

	I nodded yes, eagerly. His dick twitched in my hand again. "And
Dad's going to need your help with some stuff."

	"Like what, Dad?"

	"You'll see," he replied mysteriously. "You trust me, right son?"

	I nodded again.

	"Just when I ask you to do something, you do it, right away, okay?
Because I'm trying to teach you."

	I nodded.

	Dad put his hand on the back of my head. "Now, lean down and give
my dick a lick."

	I looked at him curiously. Did he just say what I thought he said?

	"Do it, son," he ordered, a little more sternly, and started
pushing my head down towards his dick. "Don't worry, it tastes good. You
like the smell, don't you son?" I nodded again.

 	I let Dad push my head down towards his dick, and I stuck out my
tongue as far as it would go, and licked the side of his head. It was salty
and sweet at the same time. "It's good, isn't it, son?"

	I nodded again. He let me lick it for a little while, then he said,
"You know son, that's really good. You're a really good boy. I'm proud of
you. You want to know what else? If you lick that and suck on it like a big
lollipop, it'll squirt out milk, like a real cow."

	"Milk?" I asked. I was half-repulsed by the idea, but also
curious. Dad pushed my head further down until his cockhead was poking
between my lips. "Now lick it and suck on it, boy," he commanded.

	I did. After a little while of that, a drop of clear fluid came out
of Dad's dick. He pulled his foreskin up and squeezed that fluid up to the
top of the skin. "Lick that son, that's a little flavor to show you what a
good job you're doing." I slurped it up; it tasted sweet and salty also.

	"Now, let me guide you a little, son. I'm going to move your head
around to show you the right way to do it. You just relax and suck on it
and let me do most of the work." I nodded but he was already putting his
dick back in my mouth. I had to open really wide to let it in. Dad wrapped
his fingers in my hair, not to hurt me, but just to get a real good grip on
my head so he could move it the way I was supposed to.

	He moved it up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster,
and used his other hand to show my how to rub up and down the shaft of his
penis with my little hands. As he moved my head faster, Daddy made louder
and louder groaning and grunting sounds. It was very exciting, because
Daddy was so loud, and I could feel the vibration of his deep voice
throbbing through his penis. He kept gasping and moaning and panting, "Good
boy, good boy. That's right. Good boy."

	Then after a while of that, Daddy almost yelled, "That's right
boy. Suck it. Daddy's gonna make some milk for you. Swallow it all,
son. Make sure you don't spill a drop."

	Suddenly it seemed like Dad's dick doubled in size and my mouth was
full of white stuff. It didn't taste like milk, but it didn't taste bad
either. It seemed real important to Dad that I not waste it, so I made sure
to swallow. Besides, Daddy wasn't letting go of my head yet, so I couldn't
move my mouth off his dick.

	After a minute, Dad told me to lick his dick clean and squeezed it
into my mouth until every last drop was gone. Then he let go of my head and
told me what a good boy I was. "Come on, kid, ready for bed?" he said. I
nodded, and he pulled up his pants, then picked me up in his arms, and
carried me upstairs. But instead of taking me to my bed, he took me to
his. He laid me on his bed, and I watched as he took off his pants and
pulled off his shirt, exposing his chest, covered in thick dark hair. I
could smell his musky smell all over, and the slightly sour yeasty smell
around his dick. His climbed into bed next to me and pulled the covers over
us.

	"Now that you're a real man, you can sleep with me, son," he told
me. Then he curled into me wrapping his arms completely around me so I was
snuggled into his hairy chest. He even wrapped a leg over me so it was
almost like my dad was a cocoon with me inside. I rubbed my face in his
chest and Dad groaned with pleasure. I loved the noises he made, and I
loved the smell of his pits. "You were a very good boy tonight," he said
sleepily. "And because you were so good, you get to sleep here with me and
be cozy all night and have wonderful dreams." I was so happy.

	I curled there with Daddy for a while, until he squeezed me to wake
me up a little and whispered, "Remember when I said to do what I said so I
could show you stuff?" I nodded. "Well, I want you to kneel next to the bed
for a second." I obediently got up and kneeled next to the bed, facing
him. He scooted over and put his big hairy legs on either side of my head,
draped over my shoulders, so close that I could feel their fuzziness
rubbing against my cheeks. His thick cock, soft now, was hanging in my
face. "Open your mouth," he said. I did so. He scooted forward and lifted
his dick and put it between my lips. "Now you suck on that, for a little
bit, and when Daddy lets go with a little pee, I want you to drink it."

	"Drink your pee, Daddy?" I asked, not sure I heard right.

	"Yes, son, it's part of becoming a real man. I want you to drink it
all, every drop, so you can grow up to be big and strong like your old
man."

	"Okay, Daddy," I said, lifting his big heavy dick and sticking it
in my mouth, closing my lips around the head. Dad leaned forward and looked
at the ceiling. After a few seconds he whispered, "Here it comes, son, get
ready." I started sucking and a second later my mouth was filled with hot
warm water. It didn't even taste like much, not even that salty. Daddy told
me later that it was because he'd only been drinking beer. "Good boy," said
Daddy. "Drink it all for your old man."

	When he was done, I felt very full, but very happy because Dad was
so proud of me. "Now go to the bathroom and pee some of that out, okay? And
use some mouthwash. Then come back here and get some shuteye with your
Dad." I did what he said, and climbed into bed where Dad curled so tight
around me again I almost couldn't breathe, and when I did all I could smell
was his real man's scent. It was wonderful. His scratchy face rubbed
against my forehead, and his strong arms held me so close.

	I couldn't wait until the next weekend.

	The next time I showed up, Dad had another big surprise for me. He
had a friend there, a man he introduced as Joe. Joe was lean and a little
shorter than Dad but still much taller and bigger than me, and he was
covered all over in a fine soft very light blonde hair that was paler than
his skin. "I've been telling Joe what a good boy you are, son," said
Dad. "But can you show him?"

	"What do you want me to do, Daddy?" I asked.

	"Get on your knees son. You're going to make Joe's dick feel as
good as mine did last week, and then you're going to do mine, and then
Joe's again if he feels like it. Do you understand?" I nodded. Joe winked
at me. I could see the outline of his dick against his pants. "Then if you
do a good job, you can sleep with Daddy again and Daddy will make you feel
real good and everything."

	Daddy unzipped his pants without taking them off or even undoing
the belt and pulled his dick and balls out through the fly. His dick was
already hard, and so was Joe's when he pulled off his pants. His dick
wasn't as big as Dad's but it was cut and had a big thick head on it. I
realized that even though Dad's dick seemed thick to me before, Joe's was
much thicker, if a bit shorter. It was surrounded by the same dense, fine,
blonde hair. Joe poked his dick past my lips, but I pulled my head back as
he tried to push in further. I didn't understand. "He doesn't know how
to...?" said Joe, to my Dad. Dad said: "Not yet. But we're gonna show him
tonight. Son," he said to me. "I want you to open wide and see how far in
you can take Joe's dick. If you can get it to go down into your throat,
you'll be even more of a real man than you were before." I opened my mouth
real wide, while Dad held my head in place and Joe gently pushed his dick
in deeper past my teeth. I gagged, so Joe pulled his dick back, then tried
again. I gagged again. "Son you're going to have to get used to that
feeling," Dad assured me. "Can you try a little harder?" I nodded, so he
added, "We're going to push through for a little bit." Dad stood behind me
with both his hands on my head, while Joe leaned into me, pushing his dick
in and down my throat. Dad pushed my head forward until Joe's dick popped
down into my throat. Joe moaned loudly suddenly and grated, "It's too hot,
I'm gonna shoot." Suddenly, I felt a hot rush of liquid surge down my
throat and I swallowed reflexively, while Joe's dick throbbed in my throat
and squirted jizz deep down.  Then he pulled his dick out and Dad told me
to stand up. "You were soooo good," he said. Then he kissed me! I was so
surprised to feel Dad's hand on the back of my head and he slipped his
tongue in, tasting Joe's jizz in my mouth. Then he picked me up again and
carried me upstairs, this time with Joe following. He laid me down on the
bed, on my back, with my head hanging off of it. "Now just relax and let
your old man do all the work. Open your mouth." I did. Dad leaned in and
pushed his long, long dick deep down my throat. In a way it was easier
because Dad's dick wasn't as thick as Joe's, but it was much longer, so it
went much further down my throat. I gagged a few times but Dad didn't seem
to care, and start pumping his dick into my mouth, faster and faster. His
balls started slapping against my nose, hard, while Dad groaned and I
thrilled at all the beautiful deep noise he was making. I knew I was making
my Daddy feel real good and I was so proud. After a while Daddy's dick made
the milk just like Joe's did, but Daddy didn't squirt it all down my
throat. He pumped it in right past my lips, so I could taste all of it. He
knew I would like that.

	"Now son," said Dad, when he was done. "That was very good. Are you
tired?" I shook my head no. "Good, because Joe and I are going to show you
a couple more things. Are you ready?" I nodded. Joe, I noticed now, was
already on the bed with me. Dad climbed over me and looked at Joe's naked
butt, grabbing both cheeks in his hands and looking inside at his
butthole. "It's nice and clean," he said approvingly. "Good. Son, take a
look at that." I leaned forward to look. "Now, I want you to lick it." By
now I trusted my Daddy and wanted to please him so much, I didn't even
question this. Joe's butt and butthole were all covered by a downy coat of
light hair. I licked it, and then poked my tongue into his butthole. Joe
moaned into the pillow. Then Daddy pushed my face deeper and told, quietly,
in my ear, just how to move my tongue in there to make Joe feel good. I
think I did a good job, because when Dad finally pulled my face out, Joe
turned over and I saw that both he and Dad had big hard-ons.

	"Think you can last a little longer this time, Joe?" joked my
Dad. Joe laughed too, and then pushed my face into his crotch. Both of them
lasted a lot longer and I have to admit that by the time they'd both given
me another load of real man's milk, I was a little sore and really
tired. "You're a good boy, son," said Dad. Then he let me curl up with him
again, this time with Joe snuggled right up against me, so I could smell
both of them, and feel their furry man's bodies, one light and one dark,
curled against me, arms wrapped around me and legs draped over me, keeping
me safe and close.

	For a long time that's all me and Dad did. One time he actually sat
on my face and had me lick his butt like I'd licked Joe's. His was dark and
hairy and clean but stronger-smelling, like sweat. For many weekends, Dad
would just appear by my bed in the morning and tell me to open my mouth so
he could fuck it, or sometimes just randomly in the kitchen he would pull
out his dick, or be waiting with a hard-on all day until I got there when
he would show me. And every night Dad let me sleep snuggled in his arms,
with his scratchy face rubbing my forehead, and his arms and legs curled
all around me. Sometimes Dad would make me drink his piss. Sometimes he
would kiss me for hours, just hold me down and kiss me, or hold me down and
open my mouth with his fingers and spit into it. A lot of the time, he'd
make me suck on his nipples, or hold my head in his pits until I was almost
drunk on the smell.

One time he held my head there in his ripe pit so long that I finally
came. It was my first time, and I was so turned on by the smell that no one
even had to lick my dick to make it make milk. All of a sudden I shot jizz
all over Daddy's leg. I thought he'd be mad, but he seemed happy instead.

"Good boy!" he exclaimed, cleaning me and himself up. "Now it's time to
show you something else."

He turned me over onto my belly. "There's something else real men do," he
said. "It's called fucking. And now that you're pretty much a real man, you
can try it too. He pulled down my pants, exposing my little boy butt, and
leaned forward. "Good boy," he said. "This is gonna feel strange, but it
won't hurt. Just try to relax and enjoy it." Then Daddy started licking my
ass! It felt weird, but good, especially his scratchy face rubbing all
around on my butt and on the insides of my butt cheeks while his thick long
tongue poked my hole for what seemed like an hour.

Then Daddy slid up so he was laying on top of me. It felt good. Daddy slid
one arm under me, to hold me close. "Now your Dad's going to slide his dick
up there, real slow. You relax and let it happen. Here, bite on my hand if
it starts to hurt at all." He slid his other hand over and stuck the fleshy
side of it in my mouth. Then I felt his hard dick poking at my asshole,
then slowly sliding in. It did hurt a little, so I bit down. "Good boy," he
said. "Bite down harder. Your old man can take it." I did, I bit real hard,
while Dad's dick slid all the way in, until I could feel his soft, furry
balls rubbing against my buttcheeks. "Good boy," said Dad, turning his hand
around so one long finger was exploring the inside of my mouth. I couldn't
tell which was more distracting, Dad's long dick sliding in and out of my
butt, or his finger feeling my teeth, my tongue, and even sliding all the
way in to the top of my throat. As he moved his dick faster, Dad poked two
more fingers in, until my whole mouth was filled with almost his whole
hand. I was so distracted, I couldn't tell what to pay attention to, my
butt or my mouth. I guess that was the point. They both felt so full.

Daddy was pounding my ass by now, and grunting and groaning. I could feel
the tension in his fingers as they massaged my tongue. Then suddenly Daddy
shot his milk up inside my ass. It felt so good, his dick throbbing and
pulsing inside my ass, that I came too.