Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 11:33:57 -0400
From: bearman610 <bearman610@comcast.net>
Subject: Dad's Smile

Although this story reads like fiction, I can assure you it really did
happen.  I lived it and should know.

Once started, dad and I continued our sessions on and off for many
years. Had I not lost dad about 8 years ago in a traffic accident, it would
still be going on.  We both enjoyed it and the bond it created between
us. Not exactly lovers, but more like best buds who shared a secret.  The
only other living soul who knew about it was dad's younger brother.  But
that is a story for another day.

Dad's Smile
By famaffbear@comcast.net

	I had lived alone with and was raised by Dad, since I was about 5
years old.  He was only about 19 years older than me and was an OTR
trucker.  When I was very young, his sister would stay with me when he had
to travel.  He was a brawny, man, about 6'2",220 and covered with hair.He
really was what you'd call an Alpha Male and he exuded sex from every pore.
When he was home with me and it was just the two of us, he rarely bothered
with clothes and I got quite used to seeing him in just his boxers or
nothing at all.  Of course, I was always fascinated with his dick.  It was
about 7" soft and uncut, with hair growing all the way up the shaft.  I
loved watching it swing from leg to leg as he walked around the house.  His
hairy nut sack always hung low and his dick would rest there when he
stopped walking.  When I was about 10years old, I came to understand just
why his dick fascinated me so.

	Around that age my best bud from school, Bob, and I started to play
around with each other.  Walking home from school one day, I followed him
into an alleyway and then behind a building 'cause he said he had to take a
leak.  I needed to as well so we both stood there and pulled out our dicks.
When we finished he didn't put his away so neither did I.  He started to
stroke his and I saw it get hard.  I did the same.  He suggested it might
be more fun if I pulled on his while he pulled on mine.  I was more than
willing.  Over the next few weeks we did this often and soon we were
sucking each other.  I can't remember who suggested this change but again I
was more than willing.  Of course at that age, neither of us actually would
shoot (that happened about a year later) but it still felt great and we
took every opportunity to make each other feel good.

	Anyhow, these experiences sure gave me a better understanding of
just why I found Dad's tool so interesting.  Trust me, it wasn't just Dad's
either.  I took every opportunity to look at men's dicks.  I peeked in
public rest rooms (it was easier back then 'cause most of them had long
troughs instead of separate urinals).  I especially loved going to public
swimming pools and would spend more time hanging out in the men's changing
room than I did in the pool.  But I would always compare them to Pop's
pecker, It was his I got to see the most as he usually displayed it freely
around the house.  It was also his that I liked the best.

 	I think on some level he was both amused and flattered that I
couldn't keep my eyes off his dick.  He'd often catch me looking and would
just smile.  I remember once, I guess I was about 12 or 13; I was sitting
in an easy chair reading a book for school.  He came into the room naked,
walked to the side of the chair, propped one of his legs up on the arm and
started a conversation with me.  When I turned to answer him, there was his
hairy cock and balls right at eye level and less than a foot away from my
face.  Needless-to-say, I wasn't very successful in making eye contact with
him as we spoke although I knew I should.  When we finished talking he just
walked away, but turned around and flashed that smile.

	A few weeks after that, I had a birthday and instead of a big
party, I was having my buddy Bob come for dinner, some monster movies on TV
and a sleep over.  Of course, Bob and I got little sleep!  We both work
early in the morning and were lying in bed stroking each other under the
covers.  The headboard of my bed was against the same wall as the door to
my room.  I was on the side nearest the door and was looking at Bob's face
and enjoying watching the pleasure I was giving him.  Soon, however, I saw
the color go out of that face.  He mouthed the words, "Your Dad!" and I
turned to find Dad standing in the door way.  We hadn't even heard him open
the door.  Although, I'm sure he had to notice what we were doing under the
blankets, he just smiled that smile asked how we had slept and what we
might want for breakfast. He never said a thing about it to me even after
Bob went home later that morning.

	About six dayss later, it happened.  It was a Friday night and Dad
had gone out for the evening.  I was old enough now not to need a sitter so
I was home alone.  I watched some TV and went to bed.  Sometime after 2am I
woke up with a stiff dick and a big urge to piss.  Naked, I walked down the
hall to the bathroom and walked in.  There was the old man sitting on the
john with his pants down around his ankles, slowly stroking his rock hard
dick.  I had never really seen him erect before.  His dick had swollen to
about 8 and a half inches and the foreskin was pushed back over the thick
head of his cock.  I could easily tell from the smell of the room that he
was very drunk!  I could also tell he was very horny.  He noticed me
standing there yet he didn't stop working his cock.  He just looked at me
and smiled.  I suspect the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions.  The fact
that he was so drunk gave me courage.  I also started to work my boner and
began to inch my way closer to him on the john.  We were both just staring
at each other now and smiling.  When I got in front of him, he stood and
started to bang his dick on mine.  Realizing it was now or never, I sank to
my knees and took his big hairy tool in my mouth.  After two years of doing
Bob, I was far from a novice and soon I could hear Dad moaning and knew he
was enjoying what I was doing.  Shortly however, he gently pulled my head
off his head and stepping out of his pants, he backed away from me.  He
turned and walked to the bathroom door to leave.

	"Well, that was fun while it lasted!", I thought to myself still
kneeling on the bathroom floor. When he got to the door he turned and
smiled at me then walked down the hall toward his bedroom.  I followed him
a few minutes later.  My desire to finish what we had started was greater
than my fear of what I was doing.  When I got to his bedroom and slowly
pushed open the door the room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the
nightstand. Dad was lying on his back naked in the center of the bed.  He
had thrown one arm over his face and was still fondling his hard dick with
the other.  His legs were spread wide and his nuts hung down over his furry
asshole.

    	 I crawled up and the bed and stretched out between his legs and
started licking his dickhead again.  When I went down on him again he moved
his hand from his dick to the back of my head.  I started to work him
faster and he moaned and bucked his hips as he fucked my face.  He slurred,
"Yeah, suck my fuckin' hard dick and get ready for my load."  Soon I could
feel his body tense up and he began to shoot.

	I had never taken a man's load and wasn't ready for it.  I thought
he'd blow the back of my head off when the first gush hit the back of my
mouth.  It was too much for me to keep up with and I couldn't swallow fast
enough.  His spooge ran out of my mouth, down his shaft and matted the fur
around his dick and on his nuts.  Almost immediately after the final spurt,
I could feel him relax and could hear him snoring deeply.  He had passed
out from the booze.  His dick softened and slid out of my mouth still slick
with his cum.  I began to clean him up, licking the juice from his dick,
balls and wherever else it had ran.  Then I laid there just taking in the
sights and smells that were available being so close to his crotch.

	I woke up the next morning still laying there between his furry
legs with my head resting near his cock.  I stuck out my tongue and again
began to lick him as I rubbed my face in his bush.  His dick began to stir
again and get hard.  Soon it was standing on its own again and I put my
lips over the head and took it in my mouth.  After just a few bobs up and
down on his knob, I felt Dad's body jerk and he woke up.

	"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

	I replied, "Just what I did last night and you didn't seem to mind
it then."

	"Was that you?  I knew someone was sucking my dick.  You were
pretty good and thanks for helping me out Buddy.  But you don't have to do
it again if you don't want to."

	"And what if I want to?", I asked.

	"Well then, you can do it whenever you'd like to and long as we
don't tell anyone about it.", he replied.

	I looked up and him and said, "You bet!"

	He smiled and so did I as he guided my head back to his swollen
cock.  That was my first sexual encounter with my old man, but it wasn't
the last.