Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 05:37:56 CDT
From: Sal Limke <simke8@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Dad's First Jackoff"

Dad's First Jackoff

Warning: This story contains sex between a minor boy and his biological
father.  If this subject matter offends you, or if you are underage, or if
it is illegal to receive such material where you are, then go back now.  If
not, then read on and I hope you enjoy.


This is a true story of the first time my dad and I had sex.  If you get
off on it good.  Since I've read so many stories on the net about first
time encounters, I knew that sooner or later I would want to share mine.
It's not a 'big' deal and unlike the experiences I've read on the net, mine
seems to be pretty insignificant, but I thought it might be hot for some
guys out there who are into incest and dad/son sex.  So here it goes.


Starting when I was 5 I always had trouble with wetting the bed - every
other night.  So much so that my parents decided to take me to a doctor to
see if there was something wrong with me.  There wasn't of course, I just
had an under developed bladder.    I was the youngest of 3 kids and the most
mischievous.  My dad was a chemical engineer for a shampoo company and
starting when I was 5 I would often sleep in his bed.  My older brother was
in college and my sister Jill was almost 16 and gone all the time.  My mom
worked as a sitter for people with disabilities, so she was often gone on the
week nights.  I guess my dad was lonely because he never minded me
getting in bed with him -even if it was late and he was already asleep.

Due to my bed wetting problem, I would wake up several times a night
which never seemed to bother my dad because he was a sound sleeper.
Anyway, around this time I remember always waking with a little kid
erection.  Every morning my dad would roll over, lift up the covers and pat
my crotch area to see if I'd wet myself the night before.  I never thought
anything of it and it definitely wasn't sexual.  If I had peed in the bed, the
first thing we would do is take off the sheets and bring them downstairs to
the washer.  My mom HATED it when I slept in their bed because of that
reason, but my dad never told her when I did and he didn't seem to care if I
had an accident.

It was around this same time that they started having a lot of problems in the
marriage and when I turned 6, they got a legal separation.  My mom moved
in with her parents and me and Jill got to stay with my dad for the time
being.  During this time he seemed pretty depressed and I remember him
drinking a lot more.  Even so, he still let me sleep with him, especially now
that mom was gone.

I remember waking up in the morning with my little piss hard-on and as
usual my dad would wake up, roll over and place his hand over my little
dick.  He sometimes would make jokes about my 'little pup tent' which I
always dismissed.

I don't know when it started to change really, but I remember seeing him get
out of bed with his own piss hard on poking out the front of his shorts. I
never got to ask him about it and he never seemed embarrassed or shy
around me and I liked it that way.  But the more I saw him, the more
fascinated I became.  I was fascinated by all of him.  By his long hairy legs,
by the hair on his chest and by the large erection in his shorts.  Sometimes it
was almost like he was parading in front of me to see what I would do and I
became really curious and remember wanting to see more.


I remember the time everything changed.  I guess a lot of guys would think
what happened was sick, but to this day it remains one of the hottest things
that's every happened to me.  I was still only 6 though.

I'd woke up to hear my dad's alarm clock going off.  It was a high pitched
buzzing sound that I hated, but that morning he turned it off rather quickly.


I remember laying next to him and feeling my little dick spring a boner.  My
dad then sat up in the bed, pulled back the covers and placed his hand on my
groin.

"You wet?"  He asked me not looking down.

I just nodded no and didn't say anything.  For whatever reason I remember
my dad leaving his hand on my crotch and could suddenly feel how warm
and big his hand felt.  I remember holding my breath wondering what he was
doing, but then after a few seconds he actually squeezed my dick in the palm
of his hand.  He did this several times before removing it.

I remember us both looking down at my little boy cock that was now
sticking straight up in my shorts.


My dad didn't say a thing, just looked at me, then looked back down at my
dick and placed his hand back on my shorts.

He slowly began to massage it back and forth and I remember how good it
felt and how excited I was.  I knew we were doing something 'bad' which
made it all the more exciting.  I really couldn't believe he was doing this.

He kept squeezing my dick for what seemed like forever, then in one quick
move reached his hand underneath the waist band of my shorts and grabbed
dick with his fingers.  I remember hearing him breath real deep when he did
that and the feeling was INCREDIBLE.  He grabbed my little boy dick head
between his fingers and slowly felt up the length of my cock.  He did it
really slow like he was trying to remember what it felt like.  I could tell he
was getting excited too because he was breathing really deep.  That's when
he rolled over on his side to face me and then took his hand and pulled the
waistband of my shorts down until my kid dick popped straight up.  I
remember it wasn't any bigger than 2 inches and the head was shinny.

I remember my dad sucking in his breath again and mumbling something.  I
think he said, "damn it's hard" or something like that.

He then went back and slowly grabbed my dick between his large fingers
and began stroking it back and forth.  I remember him whispering for me to
'just lay back and close my eyes.'

I did as he said feeling the incredible pressure in my cock head and shaft as
he jacked me.  I still couldn't believe this was happening and didn't want it
to stop.  I remember he then went down and gently cupped my nuts.

"Nice" he said.  I do remember that.  I was praying he'd go back to jacking
my dick which he did.

Then I remember sitting up and opening my eyes.  I remember seeing that
the front of his jockey shorts were stuck straight out.  His dick was hard as a
rock.  I was mesmerized.  I remember looking up at him.  He was grinning
and he had  a sexual look in his eyes.

Everything from that point seemed to happened in slow motion.  Without
saying a word, he reached down, pulled back the waistband of his shorts and
showed me his hard cock for the first time.  It sprang up and slapped up
against the trail of dark hair on his stomach.

It was fucking incredible.  I still remember the large lemon shaped head and
the way these veins stuck out along the shaft.  Most of all I remember
looking down into his shorts and seeing all this dark brown hair.  There was
so much of it.

My dad was just sitting there watching me.   I was too scared to move.  I
remember him telling me to touch it, but I couldn't.  I just couldn't do
anything. That's when he took my hand and placed it on his dick.  I felt a
bolt of electricity shoot through me when he did that.  His dick was hot and
hard and rubbery and unlike anything I could have imagined.

I remember him wrapping his large hand around mine and slowly using my
little hand to jack himself off with.  I remember him laying back in the bed
and then motioning me to sit up and come closer to his side where I could
get a better look.

At that angle, his dick looked longer than ever.  I guess it was around 7
inches and he was uncut which I didn't know then.

Anyway, he took my hand and placed it back on his dick.  I remember just
grabbing it in my fist and slowly squeezing it not knowing what I was doing.
I remember my dad closing his eyes and moaning really soft.  He didn't say
anything.

I remember him spreading his hairy legs and seeing his big ass balls.  They
were so hairy and I actually thought they were kinda gross at the time.

Then he took his hand and placed it around mine again and slowly started to
stroke himself off.  I remember him starting to breath really hard and
moaning to himself.  I still couldn't believe I was playing with my own dad's
dick.   Suddenly he lifted up his legs and held my hand really tight.  I felt his
dick pulse and suddenly he started shooting all over his hairy chest.  He shot
so hard, the first few spurts landed on his chin and neck.  I remember him
moving his legs back and forth and feeling some of his cum land on my bare
legs and arm. I was surprised and excited and scared all at the same time.

Then my dad finally relaxed and let my hand go.  It had cum on it and I
remember lifting it to my nose and smelling it.  It smelled funny and I
remember my dad watching my expression as I did it.  He then smiled and
reached down and grabbed my little dick which was still hard as a rock. He
jacked it a few times and just shook his head.  I could tell he was turned on
by me, but didn't know how to say it. He also looked ashamed and guilty at
the same time and I remember he quickly got up, went to the bathroom and
grabbed a towel.

I remember his dick bobbing in front of him as he walked and the cum
dripping off the head.  It was fucking hot looking back and I wish it had
happened more often.  Unfortunately it didn't.


My mom and dad reconciled a few months later and got back together.
After that nothing else happened like it even though to this day I still
fantasize that I'd gotten to do more with him.  Just wishing I knew what I
know now!

The end

Would love to hear what you think or your own true experiences!
You can email me at Simke8@excite.com