Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 11:16:25 -0400
From: Jock Larson <jock_larson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Briefs

This is a true story...so if you are not interested in reading about
it...please move along.

Comments are welcome!  Send email to Jock_Larson@hotmail.com

I've always played with my cock.  I can't remember back to a time when I
didn't.  One day when I was 12, though, the cum started gushing out of my
cock.  I was hooked!  If I had played with myself a lot before, I was
playing with it more than ever once I started cumming.

Early on weekend mornings, my Dad was never dressed.  He either was in his
easy chair in the Living room or at the Kitchen table reading the newspaper
clad only in his white briefs.  He was always up and out of bed before any
of the rest of the family.  I guess he liked some time to himself to read
the paper.  I was always the next person out of bed.  Actually, I looked
forward to it being just me and Dad.  I read the comics ( wearing just my
underwear, too) or tried to figure out the crossword puzzle while Dad read
the rest of the paper.  I can't remember not liking to look at Dad in just
his briefs.  Dad was a handsome man with brown hair and brown eyes, with a
stocky (though not fat) naturally muscled body with a dense forest of hair
on his chest, legs, and the small of his back.  I remember wanting to be as
hairy as he was and look just like him when I grew up.

Dad wore his briefs perfectly.  The way they contoured his asscheeks and
cradled (and showed) his balls was awesome.  The more I played with myself
and spewed cum, the more I found that my jack off images were of Dad, his
hairy body, and bulgy underwear.  On those weekend mornings, I found myself
sneaking looks at Dad's body and briefs encased crotch -- wondering about
his cock.  On a few occasions, Dad would catch me staring at the bulge in
his underwear.  He never said anything, but would just smile at me and go
on reading the paper or fetching himself a fresh cup of coffee.

Our house had a small bathroom off the kitchen.  It was "Dad's bathroom."
That's where he shaved and washed up every day.  One morning when it was
just him and me at home -- I honestly don't remember where the rest of the
family was -- clad only in his briefs, he got up from reading his paper at
the table to go into his bathroom to take a piss.  That was nothing
unusual.  He left the bathroom door open a bit -- after all, it was just me
and Dad home at the time.  I could hear him pissing and thought that he
must have one big dick for his piss to make that much noise as his stream
hit the water in the toilet.  After he flushed, I looked up towards the
door as he was coming out of his bathroom.  Naturally, my eyes were glued
to the nice dick basket he had going on in his underwear.  He took a couple
steps toward the kitchen table and stopped.  I looked up and noticed that
he was looking right at me.

Then he spoke the magic words that I will remember for the rest of my life.
Looking right into my eyes, he asked, "Wanna' see it?" -- of course
referring to his cock.

I remember being so dumbfounded that I couldn't speak, but not wanting an
opportunity of a lifetime to pass, I nodded in the affirmative.  He grinned
and walked the few steps to where I was sitting at the table.  I turned in
my chair so that I was facing him.  Dad then put his hands on the waistband
of his underwear and pulled them down and off in one smooth movement and
stood before me, one hand on each of his hips, totally nude.  I gasped as I
saw the object of my jack off fantasies right in front of my face: my Dad's
large and musky uncut cock.  Coming out of the dense forest of dark pubic
hair, Dad's fat cock hung over two equally impressive hairy balls.  My eyes
were wide open as I stared at his very much man-sized equipment.  I wanted
to touch it and explore it so badly!  As if reading my mind, Dad told me
that I could touch it if I wanted to.  My own boypecker was pulsing as I
reached out and ran my fingers through the lush bush of pubic hair.  After
a few seconds, Dad said that I should smell my fingers.  As I brought my
hand to my nose, I breathed in the aroma.  The aroma of hairy, sweaty
mancock.  I smiled.

 "Kind of like that, eh son?" Dad asked.

I moaned as I shook my head yes.  I reached out again to feel the weight of
Dad's big balls in my small palm.  As I felt around on his balls, Dad's
cock started to get even fatter and his foreskin started to peel back as
the tip of his cockhead came into view.  As I massaged his nuts, I was
mesmerized as my Dad's cock grew into an all-out manly erection.  He gave
his thick shaft a couple tugs and suggested that we go into the living room
to the couch since it would be more comfortable.  I followed Dad into the
living room, staring at his hairy asscheeks as he walked.

He sat down on the middle cushion of the couch.  Before I sat down, though,
Dad made a suggestion

 "Why don't you pull off your underwear and let Dad see what you've got,
son."

 I got naked in a flash and stood before Dad with my red, hard, and pulsing
boydick jutting out from my body.  Dad smiled and told me that I had a
"cute cock".

 "I see you've got a few hairs sprouting around it, too."

Pride welled up in me.  To have my sexy Dad, with his big dick, commenting
his approval on my just-entering-puberty boymeat meant the world to me. As
I sat down, Dad pulled me to him and kissed me.  I felt his tongue probing
my lips, so I parted them, and he explored my mouth with it.  I was on
fire!  His prickly body hair tickled my hairless body as I breathed in his
luxurious scent while he french kissed me.

He then removed his tongue from my mouth and whispered into my ear, "Wrap
your hand around my cock, son, and stroke it for me."

He didn't need to suggest twice.  I wrapped as much of his thick shaft in
my hand as I could and began to jack off his cock.  He moaned and cooed as
I watched his cockhead appear and disappear into his foreskin as I stroked
his big dick.  He then said he wanted to do the same for me.

I thought I would leave my body as I felt Dad's hand go around my own cock,
stroking it.  We stayed like that for a few moments.  Me jacking my Dad
off, and him jacking me.

Next, Dad had me lay back on the couch and he got between my legs.  Still
stroking me off, Dad leaned in and began kissing my tummy and legs.  I told
him that I was going to squirt any time.  I thought that would make him
stop.  Instead, he began licking my boyballs and cock -- then he took my
cock into his mouth and began sucking me.  Holy Shit!  I had heard about
blowjobs, but none of the descriptions I had heard could compare to the
feeling of actually receiving one.  My first blowjob -- and that from my
Dad.  What more could a boy ask for?  In no time I felt my cock begin to
stiffen and I moaned.  I thought that I would fly up off the couch as my
cock started shooting its load into Dad's mouth.  He continued suck up and
down on my cock as he swallowed my cumload.

"Want to take my load like I took yours?" he asked.

Dad then straddled my chest and brought his fat, leaking cock to my lips.
I opened wide as I could, but just barely got his cockhead in when his body
began to convulse.  The hot cum spewed out of his big cock into my mouth.
I couldn't take it all and it began to run out around my mouth, but I
swallowed what I could.  He cussed and told me how much he loved me at the
same time.

After he finished shooting, Dad then scooted up behind me on the couch,
wrapped his arm around my waist, and we both feel asleep and began napping.
Eventually, we got up and dressed.

Though Dad and I weren't sexual with each other all the time, we continued
to enjoy each other as I grew older.  On occasion, Dad and I still enjoy
each other sexually.  We enjoy the familiarity of our bodies -- and our
love -- with each other.

If anyone would like to hear of other experiences Dad and I shared with
each other...just let me know.  I enjoyed writing about this.