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

Here is Chap 2 .....Thank you all for your very positive responses. I'll do
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Chapter 2

Early the next morning I heard my dad get up and leave the house. I knew he
was going running as he did almost every morning. I drifted back to sleep,
and later heard the shower running, and then my dad return to the bedroom
and finally walk downstairs. A short time later I got out of bed and went
downstairs to get something to eat before going to school. I had hoped my
dad had left for work...he hadn't. He was sitting at the kitchen table
dressed very sharply in a white shirt and tie with his suit jacket on the
couch near the door. He stared up from the papers he was reading and smiled.
"Hi All -Star" (one of his nicknames for me) he said. 
"Sleep OK?" 
"Yeah,OK" I answered trying to sound as off-hand as possible. I couldn't
look at his eyes.
"I want to talk for a minute, OK?" he said.
"Sure" I replied as a wave of anxiety swept over me. 
He waited as I took a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator and
walked over to sit across the table from him. As usual he got directly to
the point.
"Look, about last night...." he started, looking directly into my eyes. "I
really don't want to feel like I made you do something you didn't want to
do. I guess I got a little carried away....I'm sorry...I'm sure you think
what we did shouldn't happen between fathers and sons".  He was clearly
uneasy, and was choosing his words carefully.  
"No dad, thats ok..." I began "I...umm guess we were both a little drunk..no
big deal...."    
He looked at me with a shy, studied, half-grin on his handsome face, and
paused a moment before he spoke. "Yeah...you know how horney guys get...and
me..well your mother has been gone for awhile....and...you and I are so
close...and well...you know how that happens...shit when I was young I
jerked off with lots of my friends....just like you did".   
I was getting uneasy at this point. In the same sentence my father had
referenced his sex life with my mother, his sex life as a youth with his
young male friends..and my sexual experiments a few years before.......(how
did he know about me and my friends?)....this was not the standard
discussion one has with his father at age 16.
But, at the same time, most 16 year old boys don't jerk off their fathers
like I had last night. This was geting uncomfortable.   
"Look dad, its OK" I said...."just a little weird doing it with my
father..thats all". At that point a short laugh burst from my lips as I
realized just how funny in some ways last night was. My father looked at me,
his eyes lit up and he chuckled softly. He was thinking the same thing, and
the uneasiness seemed to disappear. 

"Well anyway, it felt pretty good for me" he said still smiling, "except
that you were  such an uncoordinated  geek, and I had to finish it myself".
I knew this tone of voice...this type of challenge..now we were back to our
familiar bantering and one
upmanship. I answered quickly "Good thing I did help you, you were so drunk
you probably would have started using the vacuum cleaner for sex" He laughed
out loud at this comeback. "Not bad kiddo you're getting quicker all the
time...almost as quick as you came last night" he teased. We both laughed at
this and he got up
 from the table, reaching for his coat.  "Well, the way I figure it" he said
with a  teasing smirk, "you still owe me one".  He always tried to get the
last word.

"In your dreams old man..in your dreams!" I responded quickly...somewhat
taken back by the suggestion. I certainly had thought this had been a "once
only" event, an abberation that I was willing to forget. I wondered, however
if my response sounded definitive enough.....given that after I went to my
room the previous night my frantic masterbating had been accompanied by
intense thoughts of what had just happened. And even more so by fantsies of
my father and sex, which I had tried unsuccessfully to put out of my mind. 

As he passed behind me, he reached around with one arm and hugged me roughly
from behind as he often did. However, this time I froze. There was no
mistaking the hardness in his crotch as he briefly brushed it against me! 

Needless to say that day at school, and track practice afterwards was a bit
of a blurr. I struggled with trying to sort out what I felt about the prior
night. I was struck, and largely pleased that my reaction seemed so benign.
I wasn't freaked out, or shameful. Quite the opposite, when I thought about
it, I found myself grinning and finding it almost humorous. However, I could
not easily dismiss the sight of dad's cock and the feel of that thick hard
meat....that was not a laughing matter...and it was stirring up a lot within me.

Dad got home late from work that night. I had eaten,watched some TV and was
up in my room reading. He knocked lightly at my door and entered. "Hey,
what's up?" he said, sounding weary. "Not much, just getting ready to go to
bed" I replied.
"Me too" he said, sitting on the edge of my bed and picking up one of my school
books, "I'm exhausted". We talked about nothing in particular for a few
minutes, then he got up to leave. I was sitting at my desk with my back to
him and he leaned forward and placed one of his hands on each of my
shoulders and squeezed lightly. He held this grip for a few seconds, then
said "good night" and left the room.         

About a half hour later, when I was coming back down the hall, I tiptoed up
to his closed bedroom door and listened. I could hear his soft moaning and
the bed squeaking. I went quietly back to my bedroom, with my cock getting
hard very quickly. I lay on my back and masterbated...thinking about what
was happening in the room down the hall. As the jets of hot cum coated my
chest, I reached down and pulled my fingers through the thick cream. Then I
brought them to my mouth and slowly licked them.....this was the first time
I had ever done this. I fell asleep still hard.     

The next few days were filled with tests at school, and preparation for a
big track meet on Saturday, and we saw very little of each other. We would
talk briefly at breakfast, and I would often be in bed before he got home.
Things seemed fine.
After the track meet, which we won, I went out with my girlfriend and a
group of friends to an "underage" nightclub and danced for hours. My friends
dropped us off at her house and as always, I was very horney and tried to
get her to go out in her backyard with me on the patio set away from the
house. After a lot of intense kissing and me feeling her up she said she had
to go in.....she was having her period and didn't want to do anything else.
Frustrated, and with a serious case of "blue balls" I walked the few blocks
to my house.

My dad was up watching TV and greeted me with "Hey hot shot, thought you
would never get home...have a good time?"  He seemed in his usual good spirits
and I expected  this mood was helped by his watching me win in the high
hurdles and long jump at the track meet.  He was sitting on the couch in
only a pair of gym shorts, and his hair was damp. He had just come from the
shower, after going for a late night run I expected. I glanced at the TV and
was surprised to see that he was watching one of those quasi X rated cable
channels. There was a woman with large heavy exposed breasts leaning over a
table talking to two men who looked like customers in a bar.

"Yeah we had a great time" I responded. Then added " I see you're watching
one of those high culture programs...what is this Public Television?" I was
in a fiesty mood after the day's events, and certainly a bit combative after
my failed efforts on the patio at Amy's house. "Oh! excuse me Mother Teresa"
he said in mock horror while laughing. "I didn't mean to offend your
virginal sensibilities".   I had been removing my shirt which was still wet
from the sweat of dancing and trying to get in Amy's pants. I got it off and
threw it at him saying "Screw you..here,  do this laundry
for me..its your turn". The shirt landed on his face and chest, and we both
laughed as he tried to yank it off while it got caught around his neck.

"No way Jose" he said. "You're on laundry for the rest of your life...you
still owe me" 
I was too caught up in glancing at the TV, and thinking of a quick retort to
pick up on his reference...it hit me after a couple of seconds and I stopped
short. 
I had almost put our sexual encounter out of my mind (except at night when I
masterbated) over the past few busy days.

"Are you gonna pay off or what?" he said in a challenging, half humorous tone.
I noticed that his hand had slipped to his crotch. "Or better yet, I'll go
double or nothing if you want to be such a wimp". He said this as he held
his right arm up and flexed his hand. It was an obvious reference to our
most recent (in an endless series of father son competitions)  habit of
challenging each other to arm wrestling contests to settle arguements. 

"I owe you nothing" I said as I flopped down on the couch beside him and
started to take off my shoes . We were both chuckling, but I felt my crotch
getting hot. 
He got down on his knees and laid his elbow on the coffee table, holding his
forearm erect. I couldn't resist. "I owe you nothing you ancient pervert" I
said  as I knelt down across from him on the carpet. I put my elbow next to
his, and reached for his hand. "I'll beat your sorry ass just to put you in
the laundry room forever..or at least till Mom comes home" I said in a
feigned serious tone. 

We locked hands and started to arm wrestle. I had beaten my father at this
before, on a few occasions though I had sometimes wondered if he had let me
win to try to boost my confidence. This time, though it took almost a full
minute, it wasn't even close. I expect I could have put up a better fight,
except my eyes/concentration kept getting distracted by the intense look on
his face, and the sight of his hairy chest starting to bead with sweat. He
pinned my arm to the table and held it there. "Ready to pay up ?,,,now you
owe me two things" he said, staring into my eyes. 
He still had the same kidding tone we always used when we were in our
"father & son competitive mode" but there was an edge of seriousness in his
voice...a challenge or real level of question.  

I knew I could call this whole thing off immediately by just making one of
my typical  snide remarks...by continuing our verbal jousting....by making a
joke of the whole pretense under which we had competed. But I didn't.  And
I'm still not sure why.

I was kneeling next to the table, sweating and exhausted from the intense
physical effort. I relaxed, and he let go of my hand. I simply stared at
him, took a deep breath, and sat back on my heels. He took this movement as
acceptance on my part (perhaps more quickly than I meant it to be). His eyes
never left mine, and I could feel a serious but gentle power coming from
him. He looked at me as he stood up and moved around the corner of the
table. It was a look of appreciation (as if he was proud that I would now
honor our "bet") but it also had a hint of the
 victorious sexual predator. I would rember this look for a long time. But
now I was too exhausted, too confused, and too turned on to do anything but
kneel there and see what he would do.

He lightened the mood by grinning slightly and saying "Pay-off time champ".
He was standing directly in front of me with his crotch only inches from my
face.
I could see the bulge of that incredible cock through the thin fabric of his
gym shorts, as I stared at the thick dark hair on his muscular runner's
thighs. He reached out and put his hand on the top of my head and tousled my
hair lightly as if to say "go ahead do it....or "you can stop if you
want".... I was too caught up in the moment. The quick change from our
smart-ass remarks which started when I had walked in...to the sexual
references.... to the arm wrestling....from the exilaration of dancing for
hours....to the sexual turn on by Amy.....I simply stared up at him and
raised my hand to touch his thigh.

An electricity ran through me! I kept going and reached up under his gym
shorts to feel his cock. He stared down at me directly into my eyes, and
said "take them down". It was much more an order than a request.I reached up
with both hands and pulled his gym shorts to the floor. The huge cock that I
had been thinking about for so many days stood in front of me...thick, hard,
and very hairy. I began to massage it. By now my own cock was rock hard. I
reached down and began to rub it through my jeans. I looked up and saw that
my fathers eyes had closed and he was pinching his left nipple hard with his
right hand. I rubbed his cock harder, and watched his large hairy balls move
back and forth with every stroke. This kept on
for a couple of minutes and he began to rock and moan with a deep gutteral tone.
I could smell his body..so close..and it was intoxicating.

Then he slowed his rocking motion and I looked up. He stared down at me with
slightly glazed eyes and said "you owe me two things and now I want the second".
I stared up at him not knowing what he meant. Then he reached down with both
hands,  grabbed my head on either side and pulled it toward his cock.  I
couldn't believe this! His cock touched my face, and I tried to pull back.
With one hand he took his cock and the other grabbed my lower jaw and
squeezed it open. He forced the end of his cock into my mouth. I struggled
briefly, but the feeling was too overwhelming and I gave in. I was sucking
my father's cock!

Once the end of his cock was in my mouth he pushed a couple more inches in.
Then he took his hand off my jaw and the other off his cock and held the
sides of my head firmly. Then he stopped, holding me in that position as he
stared down at me. I had been so surprised my his initial assault on my
mouth, that I was frantically trying to adjust to breathing through my nose
as his rock hard cock stretched my mouth. My own cock had gone completely
soft as my mood had changed to one of mild panic. Hunched down, sitting on
my heels, I looked up at him with a startled, almost plaintive look in my
eyes.  

"Well...?" he said, staring at me. It was that same tone of
voice...challenging, somewhat questioning, yet expectant. He had taken me
the next step, but I sensed he was offering me one last chance to decline.
Yet he was clearly serious about this sex, and how far we had gone. I just
stared at him..feeling somewhat foolish kneeling inert in front of my father
with his stiff cock in my mouth..but also somewhat compliant and stunned. He
took my silence for the confusion it represented, and responded by very
slowly pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and pulling it back a few
times..never taking his eyes off mine. Then he paused...again leaving the
decision up to me. By then, during his long slow thrusts, I had moved my
hands up to grasp each of his wrists as he firmly held my head. I did this
more as a weak attempt to control the depth of his thrusts than as a way to
stop him. Now, as I looked up at him, I could see the intensity in his eyes.
I could see, and smell the fresh sweat shining on his chest and running down
from his armpits. I slowly let my hands drop from his wrists, and placed
them on my thighs. Then, after staring into his intense, questioning eyes
for a moment, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider. 

(Some weeks later, my father would describe this act as one of "submission
between two equal men" and something that " turned him on more than anything
he could remember".) 

That it turned him on was unquestionable. I felt him step a bit closer, and
he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Then he pushed his crotch against
my face, I could feel his huge cock leaning against my nose and his balls
touching my lips. "Use your tongue" he said firmly. I stuck out my tongue
and felt his scrotum pressed close. I began to lick the hairy sack, and
could feel his balls tighten. I licked his balls and around his hairy crotch
and the base of his penis for a few moments while he graoned lightly and
moved his hips. I could feel the electricity of his sexuality move through
him. "In your mouth"..he said crypticaly as he began to breathe harder. I
tried to get his scrotum into my mouth but even in its contracted state it
was too big. I stretched my mouth wide and took his left testicle into it,
and sucked gently, "Harder" he said through shortening breaths.

Now I was working frantically, trying to keep up with his increasing
passion. And, also realized that my own cock was beginning to harden. He
pulled back slightly and pushed the head of his cock against my lips. There
was no resistance as he began to pump his cock into my mouth. I felt like a
passive receptacle as I tried to match his thrusts and stretch my mouth
without gagging. He kept this up for almost a minute, grunting and moaning
louder with each stroke. As I knelt in front  of him with my eyes still
closed I felt like my entire body was some sort of device attached to the
end of his cock by my mouth. 

Then a wave of panic swept over me as I realized what he was about to do. I
opened my eyes and looked up over the huge hairy cock that was ramming my
face. I caught my father's glazed eyes and began to shake my head from side
to side staring pleadingly into his handsome face. I saw a look of anger
pass quickly across his face as he frantically kept jerking his cock into my
mouth.
Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth with his right hand, grabbed the top
of my head with his left hand and began to cum.  His teeth were clenched,
and the cords in his neck strained as he let out a series of loud long
moans. I knelt in 
speechless awe as his cock shot stream after stream of hot cum on my chest
and neck. I certainly had never seen, nor could I have imagined a man
cumming so much. I was drenched. As the ropes of cum began to subside he
pulled my face toward the end of his cock "Taste it..damn it" he said with
only a slight hint of anger. I stuck out my tongue and touched the end of
his cock. Then he pushed it gently into my mouth and milked it a few times.
As his cum ran down my chest I could feel the last short spurts cover my
tongue. I looked up at him and swallowed. The taste of his cum was strong,
salty and excited me. He watched me swallow it with a small smile on his
face, and I lowered my head in embarassment. 

At this point I was hoping for at least a brief moment to gather my thoughts
and decide how to handle whatever was going to happen next. However, this
was decided for me. My father reached down, grabbed me by the shoulder, and
lead me around the coffee table. He gently pushed me to the floor on my back
and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I reflexively reached one of my hands
down toward my stiff cock, but he grabbed it and put both my arms back over
my head on the floor. Then he straddled me, stared down at me and leaned
forward quickly
and began to suck on one of my nipples while he roughly squeezed and twisted
the other. A shock ran through me at this intense treatment, and before I
could respond, he had backed down a bit and was lowering his mouth to my
cock. By now I was in ecstasy and ready to burst. My mind was reeling with
thoughts of our first sex a few nights before, my masturbating to fantasies
of more sex with him, my girlfriend, the taste of his cum, and the
unbelievable feeling of his large hairy body hunkering over me while he
greedily sucked my cock. As my hips began to buck, I could only moan and
yell "Dad, I'm going to......."  

It didn't matter. I gushed cum into his mouth, and he never missed a beat as
he pumped his face into my crotch. He sucked every drop from me, then kept
my cock in his mouth for what seemed like ages. When it began to soften
temporarily, he sucked it further into his mouth and I could feel his rapid
breathing as his nose crushed into my pubic hair. Then he let my cock out of
his mouth, and leaned back
momentarily while he stroked his cock. Then he moved up over me straddling
my chest on his knees, and then closer until he was kneeling over my face.
He was massaging his cock faster now, and his balls slapped against my chin. 

"Now are you ready to do it right?"  he said in a half jesting, but serious
tone.
I knew what he meant, but was too overcome and exhausted by what he had just
done to me to respond. His message was clear. He had just sucked my cock and
swallowed every drop. And this after I had backed off from the "pay off" I
had "owed him".....he was playing the friendly competition routine to the hilt. 

I could hardly see his face since his cock and balls were only inches in
front of mine, so rather than say anything I just closed my eyes and took
his balls into my mouth and began to suck.  "Good boy" he said as he leaned
closer and kept jerking his cock. After a few minutes of licking the sweat
from his balls and sucking 
on his scrotum, I started to reach around him to grab my own hard cock. He
stopped my hand and moved it back over my head so I was spread eagled
beneath him...he was going to do this his way. He pushed his cock into my
mouth and started pumping into my face. I tried to accomodate him but it was
hard
because he was getting rougher and he was leaning over me holding both my
wrists to the floor. Then he stopped and reached behind my head and tilted
it forward.  "Open your eyes" he said..I did. "Now stick out your tongue"..I
opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. By now he was taking short
ragged breaths and his eyes were on fire as he lowered his cock to my mouth.  

He wanted to see it happen, and he wanted me to see it.

Now I was as frantic and turned on as he was. I could feel my cock jerking
involuntarily, and I just stared wide eyed as his cock descended. With a few
final jerks he began to cum. He held my head up,then with the end of his
cock an inch from my mouth, began pumping his hot sperm into my mouth and on
my tongue.
As consumed by passion as he was, he had a look of almost fierce
concentration on his face. Not one drop even splattered on my face. He was
shooting every bit into my mouth, and watching it with a look pure lust in
his eyes. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I could see the hot ropes of cum as they 
left the end of his cock and felt them fill my mouth. I didn't swallow. I
just let the hot juice build up and tried not to gag. The sight and smell of
this act was overwhelming and I had never been so turned on. When he
finished with me, he stopped milking his cock and stared down at me
expectantly.  I just blinked once and swallowed..then swallowed again. It
was thick and tasted strong but I got it down without gagging. He watched
carefully, then smiled slightly and leaned back so he was sitting on my
chest, as I tried to catch my breath.


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