Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 00:43:09 -0500
From: K Andrews <kastorywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring My Father, Part 4

Exploring My Father, copyright 2002 kastorywriter
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Exploring My Father, Part 4

After the night I watched my father and mother make love, I looked at my
father's body with new awe. That next morning when I walked into the
bathroom and saw him standing naked in front of the mirror shaving his face,
I took a longer look than usual at his cock, and thought about how hard and
big it looked last night. I wondered if it still smelled the way it had last
night, and I tried to look really hard at his wide piss slit to see if it
was leaking any of that white jelly I saw dripping out of my mother last
night. But his cock was soft and dry, still looking huge but not quite as
big as it looked last night.

It didn't take much time for me to figure out exactly what my parents were
doing. My friends and their older brothers filled me in, and I started to
look at my mother to see if it looked like she was going to have a baby. I
was dying to see them in action again, so when they were busy around the
house during the day I started carefully setting up a place in the closet
where I could hide and watch without being discovered. It took a couple days
of planning to figure out how to accomplish my mission, and the first night
I officially took up position in their closet in my new hiding spot and
armed with my newly gained knowledge about sex, I was treated to the most
amazing sight.

After coming up to bed, my mother and father ended up naked on the bed,
their heads on the pillows. My father was closest to me, and my mother was
on his other side. After a few minutes of kissing, during which my father's
cock grew very hard and started to stretch up and touch his furry stomach,
my mother reached into the table next to her side of the bed and took a
bottle out. She squirted something on her hand and then gripped my father's
hard dick, starting a slow stroking motion from the base to the tip and back
to the base again. They kissed for a few minutes, and then my father pushed
his head back into the pillow, closed his eyes, and let out the long, low
moan. Seeing him in such pleasure made me sprout the stiffest boner I'd had
since that first night I watched them, and I reached into my PJs to squeeze
it.

My mother continued her steady pace, and dad started to roll his head from
side to side and thrust his hips up to meet my mother's strokes. After a few
more minutes of this, during which time there were several loud moans and
grunts from my father, he let out the loudest groan I'd heard so far, arched
his back, and swore. My mother drove her hand all the way down to the base
of his cock, and when she did a thick stream of white jelly---which I'd
learned was called cum---shot from the tip of his cock and landed on his
chest. This first spurt was followed by five or six more, and each spurt
brought another loud grunt from my father. I sat squeezing my hardon,
wondering how good that spurting must feel that my father actually cursed,
which he never does, and twisted his body back and forth. I longed to feel
that pleasure, and I wanted to get it from my father and give it back to
him. But I knew I had a lot of work ahead if we were ever to get to that
point.

Two nights later my parents went out for the night and a girl from the
neighborhood came over to sit with me. After she put me to bed, she called
her boyfriend, turned on the TV, and pretty much forgot I existed. Ever
since I'd seen my father spurt, I'd been wondering if I could do the same
thing and had been dying to find out. About 15 minutes after the sitter sent
me to bed, I crept across the hall into my parents room and opened the table
next to my mother's side of the bed. I took out a small bottle with a purple
label that was full of clear liquid. I didn't know what it was, but I
figured if it worked for my father it might work for me too.

I went back into my room, climbed into bed, and pulled down my pajama
bottoms. I played with my small cock, squeezing the tiny head and rubbing my
nuts through the thin skin of my sac. I got myself hard like my mother had
done with my father, and then I opened the bottle and squirted some liquid
on my hand. It was smooth and slippery, and it started to run out of my hand
and drip on the sheets, so I quickly held my hand over my stiff cock and let
the liquid drip all over it. Then I enclosed my hardon in my hand and
started to pull up and push down, just like my mother had done to my father.
The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt. I felt a bolt of electricity
from the tip of my cock down into a place behind my nuts. As I stroked up
and down, I got harder than I'd ever been before, and I closed my eyes and
just enjoyed my cock and the pleasure I was giving myself. I thought about
my father, about his huge hairy cock and nuts, about how big and stiff he
got when he was alone with my mother, and how so much cum spurted out of his
dick. After a few minutes I found myself slowly thrusting my hips upward off
the bed, matching the rhythm I had going on my cock. I could understand why
my father thrust because the pleasure was incredible and it felt even better
if I moved my hips.

Eventually my hand dried out a bit and I had to add more liquid. I continued
to stroke my cock for almost an hour, but I couldn't get to that place where
my father would go when he's swear and grunt and spurt white jelly. I was
really disappointed. I wanted to be just like my father and I'd failed
miserably. I didn't know what the secret was to make myself spurt, but I
wanted to find out and make it happen as soon as possible. I wanted to show
my father that I was a man like he was, and I knew if I could spurt he'd be
so proud.

The next day I talked to my friend's older brother, Brad, a kid who loved to
brag about sex and show off his cock (although I hadn't seen it in a couple
years). He said I wasn't old enough to spurt. He said only guys who have
dick hair can spurt, and when I asked him if he could spurt, he punched my
arm and said, "Fuck yeah!" I must have looked a little disappointed, because
he said even though I couldn't spurt I could still have a dry orgasm. My
look must have changed from disappointment to confusion because he went on
to explain what orgasm meant. While he was telling me I started to get stiff
inside my jeans, and I saw him tug once on his cock through his pants. He
kept talking about sex and orgasms and pussy for what seemed like forever,
and I glanced at the front of his pants and saw they were tented like my
father's briefs had been that night. I took a chance and asked him more
about sex and what he'd done and if he could describe what it all felt like,
especially what it felt like to be inside a pussy (I was getting the lingo
down if nothing else).

We must have talked for two hours before I finally got the nerve to ask him
if he'd show me his boner. He was 14 and I was interested in seeing if he
looked like my father. He shrugged, said yes, and stood up to unbutton his
pants. He pushed his pants and underwear to the floor and his stiff cock
sprang up against his stomach. It was big and gorgeous, but not as big as my
dad's. It was a little more than half as big as dad's, and his nuts were
about half the size too. His nuts didn't hang very low but sat up under his
cock in a tightly wrinkled but still almost smooth sack. I looked at the
hair around the base of his cock and asked him when it started to grow in.
He said it had been growing for a good year or so, and it started right
after his nuts started to grow. His dick hair was light brown like the hair
on his head and extended only and inch or so from the base of his cock. His
bush wasn't nearly as big as my dad's, which made sense because his organs
still weren't as developed as dad's either.

His cock was kinda thin and it lacked the thick tube that ran up the
underside of my dad's. While his cockhead wasn't as big as my dad's, it was
bigger than mine, and it looked like a mushroom. He gripped it around the
base and pushed it down so the tip was pointing at me. The piss slit was
long but shut closed, kinda like mine. He stroked it a little and I watched
it flex a bit. I held my breath when I asked him if he could cum for me to
see. I was sure he'd say no, but he didn't. Instead he smiled and said
"Sure, I gotta get off anyway" and started stroking it with a quick rhythm.
He didn't stroke the whole length like I'd seen my mother do to my dad, but
instead concentrated on short, quick strokes right under the mushroom head.
I watched closely, trying to remember exactly which parts of his cock he was
rubbing.  Most of his attention was focused on the underside of his cock,
just below the head. I figured this must be an especially good area to rub
and thought I'd have to try it on myself later.

He said "fuck" a few times, and "oh yeah" a few times more, and then told me
he was going to shoot. He turned to shoot it on the desk he'd been standing
next to, and the first spurt sent a ribbon of cum across the desk. He cursed
and grunted with each spurt, just like my dad, but unlike my dad he had only
3 spurts. The rest of it oozed out of his tight slit, but from the sounds he
was making, it must have still felt really good.

I stepped over to the desk and looked at the jelly, which he called cum, and
put my finger in it. It was slightly warm and really slimy, a little like
that liquid I'd used to stroke my cock. I had the instinct to taste it, but
I thought that was really too weird, so I just rubbed it between my thumb
and forefinger to get an idea what it felt like. As I did that I could
really smell it, and it was the same odor I'd smelled on my father's cock
that night I watched him make love to my mother. All the pieces were coming
together, but the fact remained that I didn't have dick hair like my dad and
I couldn't cum like my dad. But I could at least try for a dry orgasm, which
Brad said felt just as good but didn't make me spurt cum. He said he'd had
dry orgasms but not until he was 11 or so, and I just couldn't wait that
long. I had to try to get one as soon as I could.

I also wanted to make my father cum and watch his body react to that intense
pleasure, but I didn't know exactly how to go about it. Then a few months
later circumstances changed at home that gave me the perfect opportunity to
get closer to dad. Right after I turned 7, my mom finished nursing school
and got a job at a local hospital. Because she was new on staff, she got the
rotten shifts that none of the nurses wanted. As a result, she worked a lot
of odd hours, and that left me and dad at home alone overnight or early in
the morning.

Many times on Saturday mornings I would jump in bed with dad if he was alone
and watch cartoons on the TV in their room. My dad slept naked or in a pair
of boxers he called his "sleep trunks," so I always knew if I could somehow
get under the sheets I'd have a reasonably good chance of seeing his cock
and balls up close. One such Saturday morning my mom had left the house to
be at work at 7 a.m. After I heard her leave, I walked across the hall and
jumped into bed with dad. Because it was still early for him, I didn't turn
on the TV. I knew he liked to sleep a little bit, and right then he was
sleeping quite soundly.

I looked at his face and thought about climbing under the sheets to see if I
could see his dick up close. I didn't know what he was wearing, if anything
at all, but I figured even if he had on his boxers I could see something
through the fly. I moved slowly under the covers, and because the sun was
streaming through the thin drapes my parents had over their windows, I could
see everything under there just fine. He did have on a pair of boxers, and
as I'd hoped, I the fly was wide open and I could see his thick bush and the
base of his cock. I carefully slid down further under the sheets and closer
to him, listening carefully for any change in his breathing patterns that
might signal he was awake. I kept moving down the bed until my face was a
couple feet away from his stomach and I could easily reach his cock.

This was the moment I'd been waiting for for many, many months: the chance
to touch my father's cock and hold it in my little hand. I slowly reached
forward, still listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and held my hand
just outside the fly. I inched my fingers into the gap and carefully felt
the thick, coarse hair of his bush. I could feel my cock, which had been
hard since I got into the bed, stiffen and throb with excitement. I was
touching my dad's pubic hair! I couldn't believe it! Very slowly I moved my
fingers to the base of his cock and put my thumb and forefinger on either
side of it. It felt as wonderful as I imagined, so velvety and full. My
heart was pounding in my chest as I grabbed on a little tighter to the base
of the shaft and pulled it carefully toward the open fly. Now that I held it
between my fingers it felt so heavy, nothing like my little dick at all. It
felt just like a dad's dick should feel.

Luckily the fly was wide and in no time I had dad's cock hanging out of his
fly. Up close the head was even more impressive. Staring at it straight on
the head had quite a flare, and his piss slit was wide and pink inside. Now
that I had it out and between my fingers, I wasn't sure what to do with it.
I wanted to give him an orgasm, but I didn't want him to wake up and find
out what I was doing. I didn't think he'd be happy that I was doing
something that he only did with mom.

But I wanted to make him hard, so let the shaft full back against his body,
and I scooted down the bed a little so I could focus on the underside of his
cock. I gingerly reached forward and with the tip of my index finger rubbed
just under the notch on the bottom side of his cock head. After the third
rub his cock jumped a little bit and the head flared and pulsed once. I
jerked my hand back because I was sure he'd felt that and woken up, but he
didn't move and his rhythmic breathing never missed a beat. Because I didn't
have any of that slippery liquid, I wet the tip of my finger with my tongue
and carefully rubbed right near the notch again. This time his cock jumped
and grew a little longer and seemed as if it was coming to life. I could
hear my heart beating in my ears because I couldn't believe I was lucky
enough to be stimulating my father.

I wet the tip of my finger again and concentrated on rubbing that spot. His
dick flexed and jumped, started to really lengthen, and began to swell. I
continued making small circular rubs against that spot, my hand moving to
follow the cock head as his dick jumped and stiffened and started to make
it's way up against his furry belly. It wasn't long before he was fully
erect, his cock pressing back against his body. I was able to scoot up the
bed a little, so I did just in case he woke up. My face was across from his
chest, and I had a good view of his hard cock. Dad hadn't moved; he was
sound asleep. I wet my fingertip and started to rub in small circles right
under the notch, lightly pressing his cock back against his belly. It must
have felt good because his shaft would pulse, and the head would flare, but
he didn't wake up, and I wondered what dreams he might be having. I kept
rubbing in small circles up and down under the head, and after a minute or
so, dad's breathing stopped, he moved slightly and moaned very quietly. I
drew my hand back like a shot and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He didn't really move other than to shift his hips a little, and in less
than a minute he was sound asleep.

He was still hard as a rock, so I continued to rub his cock in the spot I
thought might get him to cum. After another minute of rubbing, his shaft
stiffened, his head flared, the piss slit opened, and a large drop of clear
fluid came out. It looked a lot like the liquid in the bottle that my mother
used on him and it slowly fell from the slit and made a thin ribbon on its
way down to the sheet. It wasn't cum, and it didn't spurt, so I wasn't sure
what it was. I touched it and it even felt like that stuff in the bottle, so
I figured I'd use it instead of spit to rub his cock some more. I wondered
if it was from a dry orgasm, but figured dry meant dry and this stuff was
from something else all together.

I continued to rub and his cockhead would flare every so often and deliver
another large drop of the clear stuff. Only now I could hear dad's breath
getting faster, and I wondered if he was near his orgasm. I picked up the
pace of my rubbing, and his slit flared one last time and let go a huge gob
of the clear stuff. By this time there was a sizable pool of the stuff on
the sheet under his cock, and I was hoping he wasn't going to be empty by
the time the real orgasm came.

Well I didn't have to wait long. While I was rubbing in quick, small
circles, dad quietly moaned into his pillow, his cockhead pulsed, the slit
flared, and he let loose with a huge stream of cum that shot up against the
hair on his belly and chest. The shot scared me and I reflexively pulled my
hand away like I'd touched something hot. I just stared at the streams of
cum shooting from his pulsing cock, as dad's hips thrust forward ever so
slightly, while he let loose another very quiet moan into his pillow. After
6 jets of cum, the spurting stopped, and the cum oozed out of his slit on
onto the sheet. I had to catch my breath from the site of what seem like a
massive orgasm---it was certainly much bigger than Brad had had that
day---and the mountain of pleasure I'd just given my father. My heart was
pounding in my head as I turned over to face away from him and to pretend
nothing had happened.

About 15 minutes later I heard dad wake up and say "shit" and get right up
out of bed. I pretended to be asleep the whole time as we walked to the
bathroom to get cleaned up. He came back into the bedroom slipped on a pair
of briefs, and woke me up to take me downstairs to get breakfast.

Later that morning he puts the sheets in the wash...

[I'd love to hear your feedback on the story or exchange emails about our
experiences. Feel free to email me at kastorywriter@hotmail.com or AIM
screen name kastorywriter.]