Date: Sun, 11 Jan 1998 01:04:51 -0800
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: First Time With Dad # 11

 (continued)    

 I just lay there. My back against my parents' bed. Legs spread.  Feeling
like the Mississippi delta. Wide, wet, flowing, and nothing to explain. Wide
open and evident....for the whole world to see. My sperm had gone down his
throat like a 
southern tornado in late summer. And his head...none of his body, had ever
moved. His eyes stayed holding mine, firm and still, like a building that
had faced the storm and was still there when it was over. Strong,  resolute
and confident for having gone through it. Knowing he could do it again. 
I still could not speak. I just lay there, mute and pouring myself back into
him. Slowly now, as the final drops of cum left my cock, and entered his
stern, unmoving
head. Slowly now, as his cum found its way back down his thick hairy finger
to the palm of his hand. Everything  flowing toward him.
His mouth lifted from my cock. Then his finger left my asshole. As he leaned
back,
his palm came slowly to his mouth, and he licked it clean. Then he just
stared at me, and our breathing slowly settled down together. Then a few
minutes more. Then it was time to speak. And I knew I had to go first.
"Dad" I started softly...it was mostly a weak question, though I had meant
it to be stronger. The word left my lips and seemed to echo loudly
throughout the room. It bounced off the walls, then got sucked back into the
candles' flames on the dresser. Then, from the flames, it was sent like a
sargent's order quickly back to his sweating face and eyes which controlled
the room. Awaiting confirmation.
"Yes" was all he said. It took me a few seconds to sort out the tone in his
voice.
His "yes" was a large archery target. Concentric circles, with me at the
center in this present moment. Then,next circle, him. Then next circle, our
sex together for the past weeks. Then, next circle, his Marine sex. Then,
next circle, his life with my mother. Then, next circle.......
It was all layers of the same thing. Time. All brought into focus,
collapsing down on to me at this moment. Then breathing out again, back
through the circles, back over time. I breathed back and forth through the
circles a few times before I spoke again.
"Dad" was all I could say. I just leaned forward and put my arms around his
neck. I wanted my body to follow the wetness that had been drawn into him.
That, and I had a strange feeling that if I didn't hold on to him I would
float away. I just clung to his shoulders and felt his rough beard against
my cheek. It took a long minute of my clinging to him before his arms came
up and wrapped around me. That pause stuck in my mind. 
I was a wreck. My asshole hurt.....A LOT. I was soaked in sweat, and my eyes
felt tired from crying. My mind was spinning out of control. Not even
working. But what was working....at high speed, was every heightened nerve
in my body.
I was vibrating.  I had never felt this way!  My body seemed to stretch out
through the room. Porous and ghostlike to capture every slight sound and
sensation. I could feel the candle flames moving, with closed eyes. The
sound of my father's unshaved cheek came to my ears in stereo when I shifted
my face against it. But I felt great. Great and scared. And still full of sex.  
Our embrace continued in silence for a few minutes, and he gently caressed
my back and the cheeks of my ass. Then he moved his hands to my chest and
slowly pushed me back. After a long look, he stood up and reached down to
grab me under my arms. He pulled me up and back on to the bed. He was hard
again and so was I. I noted this fact with a faint smile. It didn't seem to
matter since the feeling of sex that I was experiencing went beyond our cocks. 
He arranged me on my back, and moved my arms so they were stretched out
perpendicular to my body. Then he lifted my legs up so my feet were flat
against the bed, and stared at me for a moment. He still hadn't spoken, and
had an intent, almost concerned look on his face. Then it changed into a
slight smile, but there was a far away look in his eyes....back through the
circles I thought.
"You hurt?" he said finally. The question sounded a bit offhand .
"Yes" I said, still feeling like I was going to float. Feeling exhausted and
a bit dreamy. 
"I know" he said. There was a firm tenderness in his voice. It was
comforting, but I couldn't help being yanked back over a couple of the
circles. Backwards to a different,  newly familiar place. Barracks. 
"Just breathe deeply" he said as he positioned himself over me. His hands
moved to my belly, just above my pubic hair. Then he started a slow massage
with his fingers. I couldn't figure out why he was working on my front when
it was my asshole that was screaming with pain. But, to my surprise it
seemed to work. The pain inside slowly lessened, and a tenuous numbness
moved its way down from my belly to my ass. I was so grateful, and just
drifted off into a haze of thought and feeling. I was here, but I was back
there too. Back there somewhere where he had been. Crossing back and forth
across time, trying to imagine the links. All the things in his mind from
then to now. Then I fell asleep. My senses extinguished themselves quickly.
My frantic, racing, mind flickered out like the watchfull candles in the
room. My aching body left me.Wilting like a flower awaiting water. Last to
go was the smell of what had happened. The smell of sweat and cum, and the
new road that had been opened into me filled the room. It wrapped me up and
sent me off to dream.
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When I woke up, the smell of it all was still there. A long night older but
still intoxicating in the sunlight that leaked through the shades. I was on
my back, and he was asleep on top of me. His thick arm wrapped around. His
hairy leg drapped over me. His steady breath on my neck. My ass still hurt.
It was a dry ache, and it distracted me from a strange equation that started
forming in my mind. I did my best to ignore the pain, and focus on the
comparison that was totaling itself in my thoughts. In prior, quiet times,
alone and naked together, I would compare myself
to him. How thick were his wrists? The hair on his chest and legs? How rough
was his beard after not shaving for a day....two days? How thick was his
cock...how long? What did he smell like when he hadn't showered for a day?
All compared to me. Now a new territory emerged. It belonged in MY column.
It was my ass. Until last night it had never been used like that. Now it
had. Just like his. The perverse equality of this thinking wafted into my
thoughts and kept me lying still in the bed for a long while, even though my
stiff cock was begging to be relieved by a trip to the bathroom.  Finally I
got up and headed on shaky legs to the bathroom. Everything I did on the
toilet hurt, but seemed to relax me. I wandered downstairs and walked
aimlessly through the kitchen and other rooms. Then I realized what I was
pacing for...what I was investigating. It was all the familiar spots where
we had sex before last night. I was imagining myself having sex in all these
same places....as someone who had now been fucked.....by a man...for the
first time. What would be different from now on? What was next? Not only had
I had my ass ripped wide open last night, but I had been given access to a
new world. A past world. His story. A story that seemed to me now like a
lubricant. He had fucked me as much with his words as he had with his cock.
He had pulled me back across time to those barracks, opened my ass with his
story, and then he took me.
Why did this affect me so much? Wasn't the sex enough!   
My pacing ended a few minutes later when I heard him walking down the
upstairs hall to the bathroom. I could feel a knot form in my stomach.
"As if I don't ache enough!" I thought, while I waited immobile at the foot
of the stairs. I heard the shower start to run and shifted uneasily. Still
standing quietly in the same place. After a few minutes, he emerged from the
bathroom, and walked to the head of the stairs.
"Come on up here" he said. His voice was so low that I knew he was aware
that I was nearby.
"Damn it!" I thought. "How did he know I was waiting down here?"
I walked up the stairs and saw him disappearing into his bedroom with a
towel around his waist. I followed him into the room. 
He had stopped near the side of the bed and shed the towel. When he turned
to face me I felt a shiver go down my spine. It evaporated when I saw his
smile. He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, then pulled me
close for a hug.
"How are you feeling?"  he said slowly into my ear. His hands had moved to
my ass cheeks as if to clarify the question.
"Sore...it still hurts" I answered.
"I know" he said "It will take a day or two.......but it will get easier"
This reference to the future made my body tense, and he felt it.
"Relax" he said "It gets a lot better"
Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees in
front of him. He took his cock and rubbed it across my cheeks, then with his
other hand reached for my chin.
"Open up, I want to use your mouth"
I opened my mouth and offered my extended tongue. The reflexive obediance of
this act sent shivers down my spine. With swift silent movement he entered
my mouth...staring down at me while his thick hand worked his cock. I looked
up at him with the wide eyes of a supplicant as he masturbated into my
mouth. It was quick... only a few minutes. When his cum started pouring into
my mouth, he was silent. His hips twitched, but he filled my mouth without a
sound. He just watched.
And, I held it all in my open mouth as I looked up at him. Then I swallowed.
He smiled and touched my head. Then he pulled back, turned away, and went to
the closet for his clothes. 
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I spent that day in a trance. Trying to assimilate what he had done to me
the night before. More importantly, how he had done it. His seduction story.
His past secrets
from the military. When he returned home I was still feeling detached from
my body. Dinner was a series of brief comments. He seemed to watch me
closely as we ate. He knew what I was feeling, and I wondered what he would
do. Things had shifted again. I felt helpless and vulnerable. He was in
charge....just like when all this started. As always, he had the right
approach. After dinner I went in to watch an NBA game on TV. He joined me on
the couch. Sitting close he just put his arm around me. While we talked and
joked, it was much more low key than usual.
Then his hand went to my crotch and he massaged my cock through my
sweatpants. I closed my eyes and started to drift away. Not moving.
I didn't know where to drift. Part of me wanted to go off into those
familiar sexual feelings. The rest of me was frozen. In fear that he would
take me again like last night. But he knew better. When he had me hard, he
just leaned forward and pulled my sweats down and sucked me. Long and slow.
When I started to come it wasn't with my usual loud groans, and verbal
demands. I just whimpered and begged. 
Then he stood up and stripped off his clothes. He pushed me back on the couch
and undressed me. Again the fear swept over me, and the soreness in my asshole
seemed to pulse and yell out to me. But it didn't matter. He did something
so different. So considerate. So sexy. Yet such a clear reminder....and a
clear statement. He laid me on my back and lifted my legs. An ankle in each
hand. Then he looked at my raw asshole...with a steady knowing gaze. Then he
leaned forward and lay on top of me. I could feel his thick cock up against
mine as his belly lowered on to me. He took my legs and wrapped them around
him. Then, he grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. Then slowly he
began to fuck me.
Fuck my stomach, like a couple of virgin teenagers dry humping. His mouth
descended to mine and his tongue entered my mouth. After a long incredible
five minutes he was done. His cum gushed onto my belly, and while I could
feel the volume of his passion welling up in his throat, he never made a
sound. It was such a kind, but explicit message of what was to come. All I
could do was whimper, and imagine, and feel the cum dry between our bodies.

to be continued.....