Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 13:41:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Little Games Part 1

This story is a work of fiction, please do not read if you are underage or
this material is not legal where you live. If you like it and want to let
me know, shoot me a message.

Dad's Little Games

Our little "game" started completely by accident. Ever since I was little I
had enjoyed sitting with my dad in his favorite cushy armchair in the
basement den, watching TV together. Nothing out of the ordinary there,
although as I reached the ages of 9 and 10, when our little game started, I
had started to notice a little stirring on his part when I would climb onto
his lap. I figured it was just a natural reaction to the weight and
friction, and hoped dad didn't know I had noticed.

One night while we were watching TV I was on his lap as usual, and I had
leaned back against him to relax while we watched. His hand had ended up on
my left leg and just started to move ever so slightly without me even
really thinking about it. Maybe he was thinking about it, at least
subconsciously, but his hand ended up closer and closer to my crotch. I
didn't mind--in fact, I scooted even closer to dad, wiggling my backside
against his crotch and getting him a little aroused from what I could
tell. Dad shifted his hand just a bit just over the small unmistakable bump
of my little pecker. Using his thumb and first two fingers, he started to
massage it through my pants. I have no idea whether he planned what we were
doing or not, but I definitely enjoyed it, and showed it by burrowing even
deeper into his lap. He obviously enjoyed it too, and I could feel how much
underneath my bum as I pressed it against his stiffening cock. We did this
the first time for just a few minutes before dad decided to end things,
perhaps before he got way too excited.

For the next year or so, whenever we were alone watching TV, I would crawl
up into my lap and ask if we could play our little game. He knew exactly
what I meant, and was happy to oblige. As the year wore on, our game got
longer and longer, and we always waited until mom went to bed early as she
usually did, and we would be alone. I still wasn't sure exactly where we
were going with this, but my excitement at dad's attention to my crotch was
definitely increasing, as was his own excitement feeling my ass rub up and
down against his. Sometimes I would lean back as far as I could to give dad
an even better angle, and he would grind his fingers against my excited
little stiffy, making me shiver with excitement. We both seemed to derive a
lot of pleasure from our game, and on several occasions I noticed that my
dad would excuse himself afterwards to go into the basement restroom. I was
still a little too young to know exactly what he was doing in there but I
had a pretty good idea.

And then, just like that, it stopped. I was getting older, and bigger too,
in more ways than one, so I suppose dad felt we had outgrown our game. For
the first few times when I would get on his lap as usual he would avoid the
contact I had grown used to, and nothing I did seemed to be able to
initiate it again. I had just turned 11, and figured as long as the game
was off, I was too old to be sitting on daddy's lap anyway. He seemed to
agree, so our TV watching nights turned into dad in his chair and me
sitting cross-legged on the floor. Besides, as I had discovered in the past
year, I was able to generate my own excitement now under the covers late at
night.

About a year later, after I had turned 12, we were watching TV one weekend
night as usual, when I said I would turn in. I had an ulterior motive, a
hard on that I had been dying to take care of for a while. As I got up to
go, dad said to come over and say goodnight. When I did, trying as much as
possible to keep my profile turned away so he wouldn't see my boner, he
grabbed my arm and sat me down on his lap. "You can stay up a little later
if you want," he offered. He didn't say anything about the fact that we
were sitting as we used to, but it had to be as much on his mind as it was
on mine. I desperately wanted to escape and go into my room and beat off,
afraid dad would see my embarrassing hard on if I stayed. But I changed my
mind when dad also suggested, "We can even play our little game if you want
to." I nodded and settled into his lap, sensing immediately that I wasn't
the only one in the chair with an erection. I laid back as far as I could,
pushing my tented crotch into the air and pressing my backside firmly
against my dad's erection.

His hand immediately went to my crotch, and he began to rub. I heard him
make a slight murmur as he noticed the increase in my size, and he quickly
added the rest of his digits so that all five fingers were working my hard
little prick. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as my erection got stiffer
from dad's rubbing, never even occurring to me that I was still fully
clothed. Maybe dad didn't realize what I was capable of now, he just kept
playing the game like we always had. My pent up desire coupled with his
fingers meant it didn't take long, and I moaned and shuddered deeply as I
squirted hot cum over and over again into my underwear and pants, a dark,
hot, wet slick spot quickly spreading over my crotch. Dad kept rubbing his
fingers against my wet sticky hard on, massaging every bit of cum out of my
dick. The intensity of my orgasm made me grind further against him as he
continued to coax the last drops of jism out of me, and I could feel the
enormous erection just underneath me beginning to quiver. Dad breathed
heavily and shuddered as he pressed himself up against my bum and rubbed
against me furiously, finally settling back into the chair with a sigh of
relief. He kept his fingers on my crotch as my prick softened underneath,
while another hot pool of cum started to gather underneath me where dad's
crotch met the back of my pants.