Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 16:13:10 -0500
From: John A
Subject: First time touching dad

               First time touching Dad
               by John A.

     The first of many experiences began when I was quite young, so the
details aren't entirely clear.  I was about 8 or 9 years old, and still
slept in my parents' bed on occasion (yes, I wasn't the bravest of
children).  At any rate, on one particular night, I had a nightmare and
went to my parents' room for safety.  I was fortunate that it was fairly
light outside due to the moon, allowing me to seeing my way around my
parents' room quite easy.  My mom was away visiting my aunt, so my dad was
in bed alone.  I went to the side of the bed and shook his shoulder a bit.
He let me under the covers beside him without hardly waking.  In moments,
he was sound asleep.
     As I lay there beside my two sleeping parents trying to get back
asleep, my dad (who had been turned away from me) suddenly rolled over and
put his arm on me.  I was pretty much stuck beneath his muscular arm, not
that I wanted to move.  It really was quite a nice feeling having his
half-naked body against me and his arm around me.  I lay there for quite a
while enjoying the feeling of him so near to me.  I could smell his manly
odour from the day's work and breathed it in.  I began to wonder what it
would be like to be a grown up like him.  He is quite tall (about 6 feet)
and works in construction, so he has very little fat and lots of muscles.
I looked at him in the dim light.  His moustache and hairy chest made him
look so masculine. The possibility of me one day being so big and muscular
and hairy was something I couldn't really fathom at that age.  I looked at
my dad's firm, hairy chest in wonder.  What would it feel like to have such
a chest?  I reached out without even thinking and touched it.  I gently ran
my hand along his chest, feeling the hair run through my fingers.  He
remained soundly asleep and I was engrossed in the sensation, so I really
didn't think about what he might do if he were to awake.
     I continued to run my hand along his chest, making my way to one of
his nipples.  It was sticking out as normal, and seemed large compared to
my own, which were flat and tiny.  I ran my finger around the edge feeling
the soft skin, moving the hair aside as I went along.  I then gently
touched the nipple itself.  It was firm and sticking out as always.
     I continued my exploration of my dad's sleeping body and moved my hand
over his rock hard stomach which was also coated in a layer of fur.  I made
my way down slowly, now beginning to feel a bit nervous. I have to say at
this point that I had not really seen a naked man before, including my dad.
He often walked around before bedtime in just his underwear and his bulge
seemed enormous to me, though I had no idea of what he looked like without
clothes on.
     My hand reached the waistband of his shorts.  I paused to make sure
there was no change in his breathing, and then gently ran my hand along the
fabric.  My little hand then felt what I was looking for.... the hot mass
which I knew was his cock.  I ran my hand softly along the length and back
and then down along his nuts.  I had to feel it in my hand.  I found my way
back to the waistband and slid my hand inside, all the while monitoring my
dad for any sign of waking.  My hand reached to mass of hair at the base of
his dick and then moved to the shaft.  My fingers encircled it, but only
partially, because of its size.  I was touching another man's dick for the
first time and it was my own father's.  Each time I breathed could smell
his odor, which had become lightly muskier since my hand had gone into his
underwear.  As I breathed in his scent and squeezed the shaft of his cock,
something odd happened.... it seemed to get a little more firm in my hand.
I continued to squeeze the shaft as it expanded in my hand.  I ran my hand
along the length of the length of his dick.  When I reached the head, it
seemed inflated and hard.  I could feel his foreskin rolling easily back
and forth.  It was very soft, but stretched by his thick cock.
     I moved my hand back down the length to his nuts and slid my hand to
feel each one.  I was amazed at how large everything was.  Once again I
wrapped my hand around his dick and felt the length.  It was honestly
enormous... I was dizzy with excitement and the musky scent.  My dad's hard
dick was in my hand.  I was still too young to understand fully that my
rubbing his dick was why it had gotten so hard and big, but nonetheless
continued feeling it.
     As I was moving his foreskin back and forth over the head one more
time, he suddenly moved.  I quickly moved my hand out of his underwear and
pretended to be asleep.  I was petrified.  He didn't actually wake up, but
I had been scared into stopping my first grope of my dad.  I stayed awake
for a long time thinking about how his dick had felt in my hand and thought
about hopefully doing it again soon... that would soon come.