Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: FIRST TIME WITH MY DAD

When I was sixteen, my relationship with my father changed forever.

My mother had left three weeks earlier to stay with her sister in Seattle
because my uncle was recovering from surgery and my aunt needed help with
their three young children. Dad and I had begun to adapt to our time without
mom, trading off on cooking duties initially and then falling into a pattern
of eating out or sending out for food. The laundry room was getting filled
to overflow, and we ended up making bets on stupid things like basketball
games on TV for which the loser would have to do the laundry. 

My dad and I had a very close relationship. Since I was an only child I got
a lot of his attention. This increased as I  became an increasingly
accomplished athlete when I entered adolescence. While my dad had never been
as versatile as me in
his youth he had always loved sports and admired athletes. He was in great
shape and ran every day and worked out constantly. He came to all my
baseball and basketball games and was my biggest fan. I loved his unabashed
(sometimes publically embarassing) support for me and my teams. He is Greek
and very outgoing about his emotions.

When my mother was gone we would often sit in the living room at night in
various states of undress, most often in our underwear and watch sports on TV.
We would yell and cuss at the games, the players, the refs. and generally
have a grand old time. On a few occasions, particularly the night I will
describe, he would let me drink beer with him. 

That night he (and I) had polished off a couple of six-packs, eaten a large
pizza and were a bit tipsy as the game ended. He said he was going to bed
and headed off to the bathroom. I heard him taking a shower, and decided to
watch the news
so I could take a shower after him. I heard the water shut off, but stayed
downstairs for ten more minutes watching the rest of the news and sports. As
I staggered upstairs, I decided to stop by my parents bedroom to gloat a bit
with my dad about a score I had seen on the TV sports...a game we had bet
on...I had won. As I approached their bedroom I heard a moaning sound. I
stopped for a moment in the hallway and then approached the slightly open
door. What I saw shocked me!

My father was laying on his back on the bed with his legs spread. One of his
hands was pinching his nipple and the other was slowly massaging his erect
cock. My father was jerking off!! I was caught between embarassment, and an
unexpected facination. My cock began to get hard as I watched him, and I
reached into my jockey shorts and began to stroke it.  I was transfixed by
the sight of his cock! While I had seen it many times at the gym or
sometimes in the bathroom as we passed going to the shower at home I had
never seen it hard. My parents were very uninhibited about sexual matters,
and while we never walked around the house naked, there was a sense of
openness and direct communication about sex in my family as I was growing up.

But now I was staring at his cock..it was huge...at least nine inches, uncut
and very thick. His thick fist was wrapped around it and he was moaning as
his hairy naked body rocked and hunched back and forth. I leaned closer
toward the door to view this spectacle, all the while rubbing my own cock
more quickly. Without realizing it I leaned my shoulder against the door and
it creaked and opened further. My father opened his eyes immediately and saw
me! He looked quickly 
at me, paused for a second, then stared intently for what seemed like the
longest few seconds of my life. Then he said " Are you gonna just stand
there and stare or come in and give me a hand?" 

While my father and I had a very close, almost brotherly relationship, he
was still a very authoritarian man. His "question" had all the overtones of
the type of command I was all too familiar with. I pushed the door open and
walked into the room hesitantly ......

My father never stopped slowly stroking his cock. He looked at my crotch,
then to the embarassed look on my face, and said with a kidding half smile
"drop those pants and get over here". To this day I wonder if I would have
done it if I hadn't had all that beer. But I had, and I did what he said.

He slid over to the far side of the bed, and I lay down beside him. Then he
took his right hand off his prick and reached over and grabbed mine. It was
very strange!
He began slowly jerking my cock which by now was very hard. He was leaning
over me and I could feel the thick hair on his chest rubbing against my
shoulder.
After a few moments (during which I was trying very hard not to come) he
leaned back and said  "now do me for awhile".  Initially I felt so awkard
that I just lay on my back and reached down for his cock. I took it in my
hand rather tentatively and began to stroke it. The feeling that shot
through me was quite intense. While I had jerked off with some of my friends
when I was 13 or so, my main sexual experience 
had been with girls (I had lost my virginity shortly after my 16th birthday)
or jerking off by myself, which I did frequently.

I couldn't believe how thick and rock hard his cock was! The awkard silence
was broken when he said, with a hint of irritation in his voice "get up and
do it right".
I leaned up on one elbow as he had done and began to "do it right". He put
both hands behind his head, closed his eyes, spread his legs more and began
to moan  slightly. Then his hips began to buck upwards and he said through
clenched teeth"quicker..harder!"  By now I was transfixed at the sight of
his cock and frantically began to jerk harder. Then he grunted as a short
spurt of come shot into the air. Then his right hand moved quickly down from
behind his head and he grabbed his cock from my hand, squeezed it hard and
jerked it very fast. A huge stream of come shot out and laced itself
straight up his chest. Then a second and third long white rope followed,
reaching up to his neck and laying across the thick dark hair on his chest
and armpits. More come was spraying itself around now as the spurts subsided
and it was dribbling down over his fist. His strokes slowed, and he opened
his eyes and turned toward me.  As his eyes came into focus he grinned at me
(with a hint of embarassasment I thought at the time), and said "your turn".    

He quickly pushed me down on my back , got up and knelt between my spread
legs and began to jerk me off while leaning over me. He really was getting
into it. By this point I was so dazed and overcome by what had just happened
that I lasted about 30 seconds. He had my cock in his right hand, my balls
in his left hand and was clearly enjoying giving his son a hand job. I
started to come. The first shot went straight up and he immediately tilted
my cock toward me and the next few streaked up my chest. He kept going till
I was done, then sat back on his heels and looked at me with a smirking grin
and that characteristic twinkle in his eye. I didn't know wether to be
embarassed or burst out laughing, so I just lay there catching my breath and
thinking "what the fuck have I just done!!??"

He rolled over on the bed and said "we better wash up, go ahead you can use
the shower first".  I got up and went to the bathroom, my head still
spinning. When I got out of the shower, I went quietly back to my parents
bedroom to tell him I was done.
He was sound asleep! Laying on his back with his big limp cock laying over those
huge hairy balls! Asleep! How could he sleep?! I went down the hall to my
room and after a few hours of tossing,and turning (and jerking off twice)
fell into a fitfull sleep. I dreaded the morning and facing him. Mostly
because I imagined he would be completely humiliated by his drunken behavior
(he hardly ever drank anything other than beer and even that was not too
frequent)  and
what he would think of me .   

Needless to say I was quite surprised the next morning, and in the intense
weeks that followed before my mother returned.