Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2011 16:58:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering My Father?s Secret ? Part 3

Discovering My Father's Secret -- Part 3
By Bill

I woke the next morning to the sound of easy-listening music
playing at a barely audible volume on the bedside clock radio.
I was spooning against my father's back, both of us naked,
with my arm draped over his smooth chest.  As the fog of sleep
cleared, my mind replayed the erotic events of the previous night.
I also quickly became aware that my penis was stiff. I hugged
my body closer to his, then slid my hand down to his crotch.
His cock was also fully erect.  I gently fondled Dad's boner,
thinking again about how similar it was to my own in size and
shape.

"Mmmm... that feels nice!" he murmured.  Then he turned around
to face me, taking me in his arms and looking into my eyes.
"Are you sure you're alright with what we did last night? And
what we're doing now?  It seems so...."

"Dad; I'm 100% sure.  We both want it, and we both get
pleasure from it.  And I'm sure I want to do it again."  I
adjusted my body so that our hard cocks were perfectly aligned
and pressed together.  "You do want it, don't you?"

"Oh, god; yes!  I want it so intensely I don't trust myself to
know where to stop."  His face mirrored the mixture of love,
lust, and anguish that I could hear in his voice.

"Then trust me; ok?"  I gave him a kiss on the lips.  "Ok,
Dad?"  I repeated insistently

"Ok, son."  He kissed me back, and our tongues touched,
playfully at first and then passionately.

I felt that I should take the lead, reassuring him that our
feelings and desires were mutual.  "Let's suck each other...
you know, at the same time... ok, Dad?"

He nodded, smiled, kissed me again.

I shifted myself around to the 69 position, with both of us
lying on our sides.  Before I could take his penis in my
mouth, I felt the warm wetness of his lips and tongue plunging
down the shaft of my cock.  I moaned out loud and then took
his cock-head into my mouth.  It was so great to have the two
of us pleasuring each other like this.  Dad was far better at
cock-sucking than I was, of course, and I decided to imitate
everything he was doing to me.  When he orally pleasured my
glans, probing the piss-slit and running his tongue around the
exquisitely sensitive ridge, I did the same.  When his lips
plunged down to the base of my cock, I did it to him too... or
at least tried to. And when he began fingering my anal pucker
as he sucked my cock, I copied him exactly.

It didn't take too long before my 14-year-old body was
overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of my anal flesh and
the gentle penetration of his finger as my stiff dick was
being pleasured.  "That's making me so horny!  Would you...
fuck me?"  It was so sexy just saying the words!

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No," I answered, honestly.  "But I've thought about it a
lot." And, of course, I had topped Dad the previous night.

"I'm glad I'll be your first," he said with conviction.  I
could tell already how psyched he was.  "How do you want to
be... on your back, face down, or some other position?"

"I'll do it just like we did last night."

As I lay on my back with my legs spread and pulled back, Dad
put a pillow under my hips and reached for the tube of KY from
the bedside table.  Before he could smear a glob of lubricant
around and into my asshole, I impulsively blurted out a
request.

"Lick my bottom-hole first, Daddy," I said in an 11-year-old's
innocent voice.  The sexual acts I had learned from Dad's porn
books had me eager to try everything out.  I also knew that
Dad wouldn't be able to resist the taboo thrill of me role--
playing a pre-pubescent boy.

His face dipped down, and I almost jumped when his tongue
first made contact with my asshole. He was soon lapping at my
anal flesh with the eagerness of a puppy, and then his tongue
began drilling into the clenched circle.  Oh, yeah!  This was
every bit as awesome as the porn books had suggested.   My
hands drew my legs back even more to better expose my asshole
to his probing.  I craned my neck forward to watch my
submissive father's total devotion to pleasuring my anus with
his tongue. As he rimmed me, I stroked my rigid cock.  It was
all I could do to restrain myself from shooting cum all over
my chest. But I wanted to make the feeling last forever, so I
held back.

After a several minutes of intense anal ecstasy, Dad rose up,
grinning at me, and said: "Is my little boy ready to make
Daddy's penis feel good?"

"Yes, Daddy. You can put your hard penis in my bottom-hole
now.  I'll be your good little sex-boy."  We were both getting
really off on the role-play.

Dad lubed his cock up and spread the rest on my asshole, which
was already slippery with his saliva.  One finger probed into
the hole, then two, as he described how to dilate my anal
muscle.  By the time he finished these preliminaries, I was
totally ready for my virgin ass to be fucked.

As Dad positioned his cock--head and pushed it into me, I
opened myself to him and took it without a whimper.  With a
rhythmic series of small nudges forward, his cock entered me
completely. Since his boner was smaller and more slender than
average, it was perfect for me.  The feeling at first was an
ambiguous mix of unfamiliar fullness (though not pain) and a
new kind of sexual stimulation.  As he began to slowly fuck
his cock back and forth inside me, the balance tilted
increasingly to pure pleasure, and I began masturbating my own
super--hard penis again.

"Yes, Daddy!  Ah, yes!  Yes," I moaned in my little--boy voice.
"Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck my bottom--hole!  Your penis feels so
good inside me!"

And it did feel good.  Amazingly good!  Right from the start.

Dad loved it too.  I looked up into his face, beaming with
ecstatic sexual arousal as his hips churned in fuck--strokes.

"Oh, Billy... it's so good!  Fucking my sexy little boy...
I've dreamed of doing this for so long!"  He leaned into me,
his arms pushing against my pulled--back legs, and our mouths
met in an instantly--intense kiss.  At the same moment, his
fuck--thrusts came faster and harder.

Oh, God!  I wanted it to last forever -- the intense pleasure
of my hyper--stimulated anal nerves, the totally new sensation
of my prostate being rubbed by a stiff cock, combined with the
self--induced euphoria of my masturbation strokes.  With every
hard thrust of Dad's cock and every pleasure-moan from my
mouth, I became ever more convinced that I was destined to be
a bottom slut, craving the next delicious butt--fuck.

The bedroom echoed with the sounds of intense sexuality as
both of us neared our climaxes.  Dad was first, groaning with
lust as his adolescent--size cock spewed cum into my bowels.
But instead of resting, he immediately pulled out of me and
slid down my body so that he could finish me with his mouth.

In a moment his lips and tongue were sliding rapidly up and
down the full length of my stiff penis.  I knew I couldn't
last long, and I didn't.  In less than a minute I was spurting
boy-cum into my father's mouth, and he was taking in every
drop.  His lips slid off of my spent penis, and he moved up
into my embrace as we lay side by side.  When our tongues met
I tasted my own semen as I kissed him fiercely.

We had to end our lovemaking there, unfortunately, because Dad
needed to get ready for work.  We showered together,
sensuously soaping each other's body, and then I watched as he
got dressed.  I remained naked, lying back on his bed and
trying to look sexy.  He kept looking at my body and smiling,
so I guess I succeeded.

"You're so goddamned hot, Billy!" he said as he put on his
suit coat and leaned down to fondle my penis one last time.

"You are too, Daddy," I said, as my own hand groped his
crotch.

I could see on his face that he was tempted to linger and have
sex with me again, but his sense of duty prevailed.  He leaned
down and kissed me and then was gone.

I ate some breakfast and sat in bed with Dad's porn books,
reading the parts I'd skipped the previous day and re-reading
passages that I remembered as being particularly hot. The
entire time, I remained naked.  I knew that nobody would come
by the cottage, and it made it easier to fondle my cock, which
kept rising up to a boner at the slightest provocation.  When
I finally decided to go to the beach, I went to Dad's dresser
and got the skimpy red speedo bathing suit that I'd noticed
the day before, when I was searching for his porn collection.
It fit me perfectly, and I looked at myself approvingly in the
full-length mirror, adjusting my penis to show it off best.

I walked the two blocks to the beach, wearing only the speedo
and flip-flops, wondering whether I would get any lustful
glances.  After my encounters with Dad, I was feeling
uncharacteristically bold in flaunting my pubescent sexuality.
When I reached the boardwalk, I looked down to the left at the
cinderblock building that contained the public toilets,
showers, and changing room... the place my parents had warned
me not to enter by myself.  All of a sudden it took on a
magnetic attraction for me.  I wasn't sure what I was looking
for exactly, or what I'd find, but I had to check it out.

As I approached the door, there was a guy who looked around
college-age just outside.  He was smoking a cigarette (this
was the 1960s, remember) and wore khaki shorts and a polo
shirt with a logo -- the waiter's uniform of a popular nearby
restaurant.  He looked at me and smiled, his eyes quickly
scanning down my body, and his hand casually brushed against
his crotch.  He had an appealing demeanor and a very nice body
-- medium-height, slender, with broad shoulders -- and I felt an
immediate attraction to him.  I don't know if the word
"gaydar" had yet been invented, but he surely possessed it,
and I was feeling it for the first time.

"Hi," he said.  Just reading that word doesn't give any hint
of the seductive inflection of his voice that combined with
the knowing look on his face to make me blush and stammer
before I could say "Hi" in return.  Instead of going inside, I
just stood there making goo-goo eyes at this self-confident
20-year-old.

"If you want to get an eye-full," he said in a sly voice; "go
in quickly and go around the barrier on your left.  There's
two of the regulars in there and nobody else, and I bet you
anything that one of them is on his knees with a cock in his
mouth."

Now I was blushing even more, and my penis was beginning to
stir beneath the snug material of the speedo.  I tried to
cover my crotch with my hand, which just made my arousal more
obvious.

"If you like, we can go in together and have some fun."  He
crushed out his cigarette, but kept his intense eye contact
the whole time. "You know what I talking about right?"

"I think so," I said, managing to get the words out as I
impulsively squeezed my stiffening cock.  "Yeah; I'd like to
have some fun."  I pulled my hand away to show him the boner
pushing out a vertical ridge along the crotch of the speedo.
He smiled and nodded approvingly.

"My name's Dave," he said, extending his hand.

I shook it.  "I'm Billy."

He held onto my hand for longer than the usual handshake, and
I imagined I could feel erotic electricity flowing between us.

"I have to be at work at the restaurant in 20 minutes, but
that's plenty of time."

I nodded, not knowing precisely what I was getting into.

"Follow me; move quickly," he said.

He barged through the door of the building with me at his
heels. Zipping around a barrier wall to the changing area, we
were just in time to see two men in the process of disengaging
from their blow-job, just as Dave had predicted.  One was
turning away and pretending he was getting dressed.  He was a
burly guy of perhaps 35 or 40, Italian-looking and hairy.  The
other, who was rising up from his previous kneeling position,
was older - maybe 50 or even 60. He was franticly trying to
fasten his Bermuda shorts over his erection, having probably
been masturbating while he sucked the other guy. Seeing Dave,
who was now laughing at his prank, the two men immediately
relaxed.  And when they saw me, their eyes widened with
renewed lust.

"Jesus, Dave!  You scared the shit out of me," said the older
man, but his friendly grin suggested that he got off on the
danger of being caught.  "But I sure like what you brought
along."  His eyes were devouring my body, focusing primarily
on my crotch.

"Who's your young friend?" asked the other one.  He let his
pants come open again, showing his cock and stroking it back
to full erection.  Man!  It was huge!  Easily 9 inches, and
thick.  He was blatantly showing it off, and I couldn't help
but stare. "Want to suck it, boy?" he asked me, giving the
monster a wiggle with his fingers.  "Or maybe you'd like to
get a good fuck?"

As a matter of fact, I was already fantasizing both options.
But Dave had other plans.  "Billy and I are going back to a
stall for a little privacy.  He's not an exhibitionist like
you two faggots.  But how about you give us a show to get us
in the mood before we go back there."

"Sure!" said the man with his cock out.  "Get on your knees
again, Ronald, and show the boy how it's done."  He turned 90
degrees so that I would be watching in profile.

The older man, who struck me as soft and effeminate -- the very
opposite of his macho partner - slipped down into position and
enveloped the large cock in his mouth, quickly taking the
whole thing into his throat.  Jeez! How did he do that?

As I stood watching the pornographic scene, Dave came around
behind me and spooned my back.  His hands first rested my bare
shoulders, then stroked down my arms, then across to my chest.
He seemed to have a magic touch, and the caresses of his
talented hands sent shivers through my body.  As he toyed with
my tiny stiff nipples, his face nuzzled my hair, and then he
brought his mouth close to my ear.

"You ever sucked a man's cock before?" he said softly.  At the
same moment, his right hand slid down along my belly and came
to rest on the bulge in the front of my speedo.

"Yeah," I replied.  "A couple times."

"Cool!" he said, as his fingertips poked inside the front of
my bathing suit and touched the head of my straining boner.
"Done it with your friends too, I bet."

"Yeah," I answered, breathlessly.

"Ever been fucked by a man?"

"Once."  A sexual chill ran through my body.

"Alright!  You're a pretty awesome dude, Billy."  Both of his
hands slid beneath the waistband at the sides of my hips and
pushed my speedo down a few inches, so my cock was fully
exposed.  He began masturbating my stiff penis with a soft but
totally erotic touch, as his other hand fondled my balls.
"You're really handsome and sexy too!" he whispered, with his
mouth so close that I could feel his hot breath inside my ear.

The flood of erotic stimuli stoked my lust to a level I'd
never imagined before -- watching the incredible blow-job that
was being performed there in the public changing room; being
expertly masturbated by a handsome gay twink; and hearing him
praise me like that.  I was floating on a cloud of pure
ecstatic sexual arousal.

I continued to concentrate on the two older men going at it a
few paces away. The younger one was gripping the older guy's
head and thrusting his cock in an aggressive face-fuck, and
the older man was deep-throating it all with apparent ease as
he stroked his own erection.

Just then I heard voices approaching and the door creaked
open.  Ack!  My brain went into panic mode as I pulled up my
speedo.

"Quick!  Go to the sink and wash your hands," whispered Dave.
"Don't look around at the people who come in."  And then he
moved quickly to a bench in the changing room, faced away from
the door, and pretended to be tying his tennis shoes.  By the
time the people entering were in a place where they could see
anything, there was no obvious sign of what had been going on
only seconds before.  In the mirror above the sink, I saw a
young boy -- perhaps 8 years old - and his father, moving
toward the toilets.  The boy glanced in my direction (he was a
cutie!), but the father nudged him along (perhaps suspecting
what had been going on).  In another minute or so, they were
through with their business, not bothering to wash their
hands, and were out the door.

I smiled at Dave as my adrenalin rush completed its change-
over from panic mode to sexual exhilaration.  My boner was as
stiff as ever, and I squeezed it eagerly.

"So what do you think of men's-room sex?" asked Dave as we
came together and his hand replaced mine.  "Pretty exciting,
huh?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed as I looked over to see the two men get
back into position to resume their blow-job.

Dave glanced at his watch.  "Let's go to a toilet stall and
have some fun."

As he led me farther back in the building, I looked back over
my shoulder, and the burley guy getting sucked gave me a sly
wink.

When we got to the toilet area, Dave chose the stall that was
farthest in back, in a corner, and latched the door behind us.

"Take off you swim suit, Billy."

As I did as he instructed, Dave was stripping off his khakis
and shirt, hanging them on the hook on the back of the door.
He pushed his boxer shorts half-way down his thighs.  As I had
anticipated, he had a great-looking body -- tight abs, a smooth
well-defined chest... and a fully erect cock.  His was only
the second adult hard-on I'd ever seen at that point, but I
knew instinctively that it was beautiful. Of all the cocks
I've seen in the years since (literally thousands on the
Internet), Dave's stands out in my memory as a classically
perfect twink boner.  It was more than 6 inches long, smooth,
curving slightly toward his belly, and elegantly proportioned
from the glans all the way down his trimmed pubic hair.  He
gave me a hug, and his hands slid down my back to my butt,
pulling me close and pressing our cocks together.

"Have I mentioned yet that you're really sexy," he murmured,
just before kissing me and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss as our
bodies did a slow erotic grind against each other.  My boyish
boner pressed into his adult-size rod, as my mind swam with
arousal and the excitement of sexual discovery.

"Sit down on the toilet seat and suck me," he said, his hands
already pressing on my shoulders.

My mouth was almost perfectly aligned with his cock-head as I
leaned forward with my elbows resting on my knees.  I slowly
slid my lips around the beautifully-shaped glans.  Back then,
most American guys were circumcised, and Dave was no
exception.  My tongue slithered all around his cock-head,
exploring the piss-slit and stimulating the ridge.  Dave
murmured words of praise, and his hands softly caressed my
hair.  My mouth began to slide rhythmically up and down,
taking in a little more of the shaft with each down-stroke,
determined to go all the way down on Dave's cock.  When I kept
gagging each time before I'd taken in much more than half of
its length, Dave pulled his slippery boner out of my mouth.

"You don't need to learn that right now," he said gently.
"I'd get off really good if you use your hand to help out."
He showed me how to wrap my hand around the base of his cock,
bringing my mouth down to touch my thumb and forefinger, and
then moving them up and down together on his cock.  "Kind of
like jacking me off and sucking me at the same time," he said.

Doing as he instructed, I was soon working his spit-slick
erection in rhythmic strokes of my hand and mouth. When my
hand was all the way down at the base, there was just enough
cock above it to fill my hungry slobbering mouth without
engaging my gag reflex.

"Yeah, dude," he moaned.  "That feels totally awesome!  Keep
going hard and fast, just like that.  Damn, that's so good!"

I was giving it my all, trying to use some of the oral
techniques that Dad had used on me, and I felt confident that
Dave was being truthful with his praise.  And the proof came
faster than I expected.

"I'm getting really close!  Let me take over!"  He pulled his
cock out of my mouth and replaced my hand with his own.  "Open
your mouth and wait for it," he ordered.

Dave masturbated his beautiful boner right in front of my
face, and in less than a minute a rope of semen spurted out
onto me, spraying my face from chin to forehead, including
into my open mouth.  More spurts followed, to the
accompaniment of Dave's pleasure-grunts and sighs.  Then he
stuck his cock back in my mouth.  "Suck it some more, but
really soft and slow....  Yeah; that's it.  Oh, yeah; that
feels so good!"

Finally, Dave was sated, and he pulled his softening cock from
my mouth.  He swiped at the cum on my face with his fingers,
and then fed my mouth.  I licked and sucked his fingers,
eating his cum and loving the intense eroticism of the act. I
was proud of myself for giving him pleasure, but was still
really horny too.  My own cock had remained stiff, and I
reached down to stroke it.

"Stand up, Billy, and trade places with me.  I want you to
beat off for me," Dave instructed.  "I love watching handsome
young guys jack their cocks."

With Dave now sitting on the toilet and me standing right in
front of him, I began to stroke my penis, putting on a sexy
masturbation show for his enjoyment.  As I jacked my rigid
cock, Dave reached around me with his left hand and caressed
by butt cheek.  His right hand went to his mouth, collecting
saliva on his fingertips, and reached between my legs and up
to my ass-hole.  I continued to masturbate as his fingers slid
all around the anal flesh and then probed into the pucker.  I
began to jack off faster, whaling away on my boner as his
index finger gradually penetrated in a twisting motion.

"Getting close?" he asked after a couple minutes.

"Yeah!" I gasped.

"I'll finish you off," Dave said, removing my hand from my
dick and replacing it with his mouth.   Right from the start
he was aggressively sliding his lips and tongue up and down
the entire length of my cock-shaft, and the sensations were
incredible!   My knees felt so weak that I needed to rest my
hands on his shoulders for support.  And the whole time, he
continued to finger-fuck my asshole.  As I felt my orgasm
rising up, Dave's finger started massaging my prostate.
AAAAHHH!  It was almost too intense as a massive burst of cum
shot out of my cock and into his mouth.  He quickly replaced
his lips with his hand and milked several more long spurts of
semen onto his face. Then he returned my cock to his mouth and
gently nursed even more cum onto his tongue as my body
convulsed with pleasure spasms.

As he withdrew his finger from my ass and let my cock slip
from his mouth, he guided me onto his lap, sitting sideways
with my legs dangling to the side.

"Lick your cum off my face," he said with a smile. I happily
complied, getting every glob of semen.  Then he returned the
favor, licking every remaining splotch from when he's shot his
load onto my face.  We kissed briefly and then quickly
dressed.

"Walk with me to the restaurant, OK?"

"Sure," I replied.  It was like he was my boyfriend, walking
me home from school.

As we passed the two men in the changing room, they were
engaged in a standing fuck.  The older one was bent over a
bit, with his hands resting on the wall and his ass sticking
out.  His pants and underwear were around his knees, ready to
be pulled up quickly if someone came in the door.  The burly
younger man was plowing his long thick cock into the other
guy's asshole in rhythmic thrusts, and the older man was
loving it.

"Stick around, sweetie, and I'll fuck you next," grunted the
40-year-old bear as we walked past.

"Uh, maybe some other time," I replied.  Would I be able to
take a cock that seemed twice as big as Dad's?  The guy
reminded me so much of the characters in the porn book about
big-cocked bikers.  I knew the visual memory would feed my
masturbation fantasies for a long time to come.

"So are you down here for the week?" asked Dave as we exited
the building and strolled along the boardwalk.

"Yeah; `til Sunday."  It was then only Monday.

"Any chance of meeting me earlier in the day sometime, so we
can take our time?"

"Sure!" I said, feeling a surge of excitement.  "In fact, I'm
staying with my Dad in a cottage on New Castle Street.  He
lives down here all year, and I have the house to myself
during the week from 8 o'clock on when he leaves for work."

"Awesome!" Dave said, and he slung his arm around my shoulder
as we walked.  "Tell ya what.  Meet me at that bench over
there at 8:30 tomorrow morning if you're still psyched, and
we'll walk back to your place.  If you don't show by 8:45,
I'll know you changed your mind, but I won't hold it against
you.  Deal?"

"Deal!" I said.  "And I promise I'll be there."

We were just coming up to the restaurant, and Dave walked me
around to the back entrance.  When we were out of view of
people on the street, he took me in his arms and gave me a
really sexy kiss, holding me tight.

"We'll have some awesome fun tomorrow," he said.  See ya."

I walked back to the cottage in a daze... like walking on a
cloud.  This week was beginning to seem like a wonderland of
sexual discovery.  Dad would be home in 5 hours, probably
feeling horny for some more role-play sex with his little boy.
And he said that he might get in touch with his BDSM buddy
Pete for a 3-way.

Hey!  What if we had a 4-way with Dave and Pete?  I definitely
had to tell Dad all about my adventures today.

End of Part 3

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