Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: FIRST TIME WITH MY DAD
Chapter 5
I woke up in a dark room, on my parents' bed. For a moment I had quick sense
of panic trying to figure out where I was. Then, the day's events slowly
crept into my awareness, and I rolled over to look at the clock radio beside
the bed. It was
8:00 PM..I had been asleep for three hours!
I turned over on my back and stared into the darkness of the ceiling. I was
exhausted. What a day! The encounter with my Dad this morning on the living
room floor, then basketball all afternoon with the guys , then the
"cleaning" I got from him when I got home. Things had clearly changed. This
was becoming evident as I languished in the soft folds of my parents'
bedding and my mind wandered off in that soft post sleep hypnogogic state
of floating, clear awareness.
What the hell was going on here?!
Just when I had gotten to the point of thinking I could handle the recent
sexual
encounters/experiments with my father...handle them mostly by thinking
humorously about them, even though they were such a turn on....then he goes
and does this! Where did he learn that stuff? Has he done this with other
men? Why did that feel so good?! Where the hell was this going?!
I smiled lazily as I thought of what had happened a few hours earlier. Boy,
my dad sure knew how to turn me on...but boy could he get intense! He seemed
to be
pushing me..probing (so to speak) further and further. A worrisome thought
flashed across my mind...what if I said "no" and he didn't stop? Our deal
(his deal?) was that I could stop anytime....still, he had said he would
keep trying...keep asking for sex. Perhaps I should try the "no"
option...just to see what would happen. But, I thought, why say no? Aside
from the very uncomfortable feelings early on in this afternoon's episode,
it was great. Hell, who wouldn't be embarassed?! I thought I had had some
pretty strange fantasies during my j/o sessions alone at night.....
but none of them included someone licking me all over while I was soaked in
sweat!.....licking my armpits! licking my asshole!...a finger up my ass!..
And...it felt good....once I gave in......My mind screeched to a halt. Those
last fleeting words
rolled back across the screen of the darkened ceiling above.."once I gave in".
I turned them over slowly in my mind. They fit...but not quite. I was
"giving in", but I was also "getting"...getting new things. What was
different? I had to admit I felt closer to my dad. Hell, who couldn't after
what he had done with me. But "closer" wasn't the right word either...I had
never felt "not close" to him. Maybe "comfortable" was a better
word....comfortable with him and myself...about sex.
He had more access to me.....I had given him more access..hmmmm.
My stomach rumbled and I realized I hadn't eaten since morning. "Enough of this
analytic bullshit" I thought as I swung my legs over the side of the bed,
and walked across the dark room toward the light in the hall. It wasn't
until I was at the bottom of the stairway that I realized I was still naked.
But I thought "who cares" and headed off through the family room to the
kitchen.
Dad was sitting at the end of the couch in his bathrobe. He was reading a
book, and at first didn't even realize I had entered the room. Then he
looked up quickly, as if surprised, and said "Hey, sleepyhead..thought you
were zonked out for the night...nice suit".
His humor was initialy lost on me....then I grinned at his remark...and the
foolish feeling of standing there naked in the middle of the room.
"Glad you like it" I responded. "I had your tailor make it..and charged it
to you".
I heard him chuckle as I headed for the kitchen where I devoured the last
half of a cold pizza and some warm Coke that was sitting out on the counter.
After a few minutes I returned to the room and saw him still engrossed in
his book.
I grabbed the woven blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and
lay down on the couch with my legs curled up and covered myself with the
warm scratchy blanket. My feet were toward him and he looked up momentarily
at me and smiled as he grabbed my ankles. He pulled both my ankles into his
lap, adjusted his book and returned to his reading. After a few minutes, I
started to doze off feeling wonderfully tired and relaxed........and glad to
have him close.
I felt his hand begin to caress my leg, and I uncrossed my ankles in his
lap and let it continue. My cock got hard, and I started to drift deeper
into sleep as his hand reached my crotch. After awhile he clicked off the
reading lamp, got up, and knelt quietly beside the couch. He lifted the
blanket and lowered his mouth to my
cock. I could feel the thick hair of his chest against my leg, and my tongue
stirred unexpectedly in my mouth. Then, as I drew a long breath and fell
into a deep sleep...he sucked me softly until I came.
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A few months ago I had gone with my friend to pick up his mother at a lecture
at the University. The trade off for him getting the family car for a few
hours (he had just gotten his license) that night was that he had to drop
her off and pick her up.
Upon hearing this, he and I had made immediate plans to drive around town,
go to all the places our friends hung out and basically flaunt the fact that
"we" had a car for the night. Most of our plans didn't materialize, but we
did have fun in the parking lot at the local mall. We went to a far corner
of the lot and he let me drive.
We ended up at the University almost 30 minutes early, and walked into the
back of the lecture hall. His mother was a psychologist, and the guest
lecturer was some famous woman shrink who had just written a book. As I
stood at the back of the hall I realized a couple of things...it was full
older people (no nice looking girls) and
the speaker was really attractive. I started to pay attention to what she
was saying and quickly realized that I didn't understand much of it. But
one thing she said stuck in my mind. It was something to the effect that
people "learn more about themselves that is really of value when they are
asleep rather than when they are awake". She continued on about "solving
problems at the unconsious level" and a lot more that sounded pretty stupid
to me at the time. I decided to tune out what she was saying and tried to
imagine what she looked like naked........
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When I woke up the next day it was well into the afternoon. I left the couch
and wandered sleepily into the kitchen where I found a note from my dad. He
would be back late that evening. I made a huge sandwich, grabbed a quart of
milk and went back into the living room to eat. As I sat there crosslegged
on the floor I decided not to turn on the TV. I sat in silence and ate.
When I was done I found myself wondering why I felt so mellow...almost
spacey. At first I attributed it to the many hours of much needed sleep.
Then I found myself thinking about what that woman shrink had said at the
lecture....then thoughts of my dad and me. But the "dad/sex" thoughts didn't
seem as emotionally charged as usual......neither as bothersome..nor as
tittilating....nor as complicated. I felt like I understood a lot more...but
I couldn't put words to it.
When my dad returned late that night I was in bed. He walked carefully into
my dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. I rolled over and said "Hi". He
leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and said "Hi sport". Then his hand
reached under the covers and gently grabbed my thigh. I leaned my head back
against the pillow and put my hands behind my head. His hand moved to my
crotch, and my cock began to get hard. A faint murmur of appreciation came
from his silhouette,
back lit from the hall light. He pulled back for a moment and began to
unbutton his shirt.
I took a deep breath and said "Dad, I don't want to do this...I need to go
to sleep"
His hand didn't stop massaging my cock, but it slowed considerably, and the
change in the energy in the room was palpable. But he kept rubbing my cock.
"Dad, I'm tired"......my voice lost a bit of firmness at the end of this
message, and I wished it had come out differently.
Still he kept rubbing..but more slowly. Then after a long moment he sighed
and said "OK sport". But there was a clear edge in his voice. "Sleep
tight...we'll talk in the morning" he said as he leaned over and kissed me
on the shoulder, pulled the covers back up over me and left the room.
Now I was fully awake. I lay there for a few minutes and heard him walk to
the bathroom, then back to my parent's bedroom and close the door.
I was suddenly aware that I was sweating and that my cock was very hard. I
reached down and began to jerk off......strangely fearful that he would hear
me through the walls.....then I came. As my cum flooded over my stomach and
chest I found myself reaching down and frantically mashing my open palm
against my belly...rubbing quickly to capture the hot sperm. I brought my
hand to my face and licked it off like a hungry kid....then reached down for
more. It was a hurried ritual..till my stomach was dry and matted with the
last remains...and my face was smeared and drying.
I fell into an angry, satisfied sleep........ with my tongue raking around
the inside of my mouth. The cum taste was mine......a safe, secure familiar
taste. But it didn't quite satisfy.....
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There was tension in the air the next morning as I passed my father in the
hall on the way to the bathroom. He smiled at me and said "Want some
breakfast?"...
but there was a strained tone to his voice. "Sure, if your cooking" I responded.
I went down to the kitchen after my shower and sat across the table from
him. He was slowly eating a huge stack of pancakes and I began to dig into
the ones he had put on my plate. After an unusual silence he said "You
angry at me or something?"
"Nope" I said between bites.
"Is this getting too heavy...what's happening between us?"
"Nope" I said, trying to sound offhand.
He waited a minute then said "Learn any new words at school lately?"
"Nope" I responded trying to stiffle a laugh.
"Are those the best pancakes you've ever tasted?"
"Nope" I said, staring down at my plate...knowing that if I looked at him we
would both start laughing....or start a serious father/son talk.
"That's strange" he muttered, acting perplexed..."Because I jerked off into
the bater".
As always, his timing was perfect. A laugh, actually half laugh half gurggle
burst forth from my mouth. It was accompanied by the large gulp of milk I
had just taken exploding from my nose and running down my chin. He leaned
back in his chair and smiled.
"You asshole!" I managed to yell through my choking laughter as I headed for
the paper towels at the kitchen counter. He sat chuckling at the table.
"Next time try jerking off into the microwave" I said while blowing my nose.
"But turn it on, and wrap your dick in tin foil before you stick it in"
Now we were both laughing....at the absurd image of him jerking off into a
bowl of
pancake bater (which of course he didn't).....but mostly because the tension
was broken. We were still OK.....but things had changed..I had said
"No"....and he had accepted it...at least that was the way it seemed.
The next three days were very busy for both of us. He worked late each
night, and even went out of town overnight once. I was completely consumed
with school, track meets, and even the unexpected surprise of my girlfriend
sneaking over to my house the night my dad was out of town. She was getting
unusually bold about our meetings and I loved it. She even brought rubbers!
We ended up fucking lustily for a couple of hours...in my parents
bed...before she looked at the clock and realized she had to run home before
her parents found she was gone.
Two nights later I was finishing my homework/reading Sports Illustrated at
the old roll top desk in my room when dad got home. I heard him come in and
yelled "Hey Dad".
"Hey Son" he responded from downstairs. I heard him tramping up the stairs
and entering my parents' bedroom. After a few minutes he emerged and I heard
him walk into my room. I was absorbed in reading an article in Sports
Illustrated and didn't look up. But I was standing in front of my desk
leaning forward with a hand on either side of the desk. I was wearing only a
pair of sweatpants.
He came up behind me and slapped me on the butt..his hand remaining on by ass,
"How's it going stranger" he said.
"OK" I muttered. I was focused on the article and just glanced to my left,
noting that he wore only a towel wrapped around his waist. He must be
heading for the shower,I thought.
"Well don't let me interrupt you Mr. Sociable" he said sarcastically still
keeping his hand on my ass....and rubbing slightly.
"Huh?...ya..just let me finish this story" I said...only half hearing him.
He stayed standing close to me with his hand on my ass, and began to lightly
squeeze my cheeks...his hand moving back and forth with a deliberate motion.
I was still engrossed in the article, but suddenly realized in the back of
my mind that he was not going to go away....that he was forcing the issue. I
quickly tabulated the days since we had our last "encounter"...it had been
awhile.
And, while I had been feeling a bit full of myself for having exercised my
"No" option.....I had also been very horny even after my secret fuck with my
girlfriend. I continued to read while bent over the desk.
He leaned a bit closer and started to push his fingers down into the crack
of my ass as his right hand passed from cheek to cheek. He was saying
nothing while he did this...which was unlike him. This made me begin to pay
attention to what was going on...and made me a bit anxious.
After a minute, I started to straighten up and move away from the desk. His
left hand came firmly down on my shoulder blades, and he said "Keep reading".
I reflexively bent back down over the desk, and a wave of anxiety swept
through my stomach. It passed quickly and I started to straighten again,
until I heard a more stern, immediate command...."Stay down".
My stomach clenched, and my head jerked around to the left to look at him.
His eyes penetrated mine...as if they had been waiting for my gaze.
I bent over...half angry..half willing....mostly turned on...and a bit scared.
He stayed positioned at my left hip, with his left hand still placed between
my shoulders, and his right hand on my ass. I could feel his cock geting
hard through the towel as it pressed against my hip.
"Thought I'd give you something nice..kiddo..since we haven't done anything
in a few days" he said softly. "Are you in the mood?"
"Come on Dad....." I said half-heartedly. It was a feeble statement, given
my surprise at his stern tone...and the sexual energy I felt racing through
me. He reached quickly, with his left hand and grabbed my crotch. He began
squeezing my balls firmly while continuing to massage my ass. There was a
directness, a tension about his grasping, and it caught me off guard. I said
nothing.
He kept up his massage and leaned a bit closer. I could feel his erection
against my left hip through the towel. It was clear that he wasn't going to
stop, and wasn't going to say anything until I spoke. I weighed the
uneasiness I felt at his bluntness.
His words had asked...but the tension of his presence was demanding.
I was stuck for something to say, and my cock was getting hard quickly as he
rubbed it. This continued for a long minute as he rubbed more roughly, and I
got very hard. Then the silence was broken.
"Well?" he said, in a husky, urgent voice...still the demanding tone.
I turned my head to the left and up a bit, somehow thinking that this motion
would make an answer spring from my lips.....nothing came out. A long few
seconds of silence passed..... and the answer became evident to both of us.
I could feel his eyes drilling through me. I turned my head back and lowered
it in silence.
I heard a brief intake of breath, and its ragged release. Like a winning
poker player whose opponent has just laid down his cards.
I felt his hand brush my left hip as he dropped the towel from his waist. He
stepped back quickly and moved behind me, grabbing the waistband of my
sweatpants on both sides and pulling them down around my ankles. He reached
down and lifted each ankle out and tossed the sweatpants aside. He grabbed
my right ankle
and yanked it out to spread my legs wide apart. Then he stood back in his
original position at my left hip, only closer now. His left hand grabbed my
balls again, and I heard a wet sucking sound as his fingers went to his
mouth. My mind was spinning at the quickness, the determination of his
actions, and I realized for the first time
what it felt like when fear mixes with sexual excitement.
What happened next was not really new.. I had felt it once before.. a few
days ago, but this time it was not in the context of the "cleaning" I had
received...the lengthy sensual encounter. Now it was direct and explicit.
His wet fingers decended to my ass and, after gently rubbing the rim of my
asshole for a few seconds, his thick middle finger forced its way in. I
started to jerk upward, more from being startled than from the pain. His
left hand quickly left my balls and grabbed the back of my neck pushing it
down. My focus went back to my ass as he pushed in deeper.
It hurt, at the rim, as the thick finger went in and I could feel the rest
of his hand pushing against the cheeks of my ass. But I was surprised at the
room that I seemed to offer inside myself. The surprise was jolted to
another level as his finger touched something inside me that shot a streak
of intense pleasure to my cock. I groaned loudly and braced myself as his
finger began to move like a piston at full length in and out of my ass.
I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my hip as he finger fucked me
and my thoughts exploded...alternating between the intense pleasure and pain
I was feeling. I wanted to say something, but the situation overwhelmed me.
I felt at once like a school boy bent over for a caning...embarassed,
humiliated...then, at the same time like a peer with someone who was
treating me to a great new sexual experience....and taking complete charge
of me. Then he pulled his finger out and
moved behind me. He fell to his knees, and I felt each of those big hands
grab my ass cheeks and spread them. A couple of seconds passed, and I didn't
need to turn around to know what the pause was for. In my mind I could see
that intense sexual stare on his face...that look that had scared me when I
first saw it... but at later times had turned me on with its intensity. He
was savoring the view of my ass....splayed open before him...held in his
hands..his for the taking. Then his face decended. At first with a
thrust..and his tongue plunged into my asshole. He held it there for a brief
second and then began circling it around inside me. Then it came out and he
began licking. Licking my crack from top to bottom.....licking my
hole..licking the inside of my cheeks....them plunging it back into me. I
could feel the muscles in my rectum relax as they were soaked with his spit
and massaged with his tongue. It was relentless and continued on and on. I
was in ecstasy and could only moan and whimper. At one point I bent my head
down and looked through my spread legs. I saw my father.......from the neck
down. That thick hairy body, kneeling.....his cock huge and hard sticking
out...as his face wreaked havoc
on my ass. I didn't dare move my hands from the desk...they were holding me
up, now that my knees had turned to jello. But my cock was out of control.
It was jerking involuntarily and I was going to come.
Between groans and my frantic breathing I choked out the words "Dad,
please...I'm gonna ......" He never stopped. His face was buried in my ass
crack. His lips and tongue were still assaulting me with incredible
pleasure. He just removed his hands from my cheeks and reached around my
waist. One big hand grabbed my balls, the other cupped the end of my cock.
This touch was all it took.
I started pumping out streams of hot cum into his hand....groaning and
calling out
his name as I spasmed. His mouth never left my ass. Then in my orgasmic
haze, I felt him move his right hand away from the end of my cock. His face
pulled back for a second, and the palm full of cum was wiped deep into my
ass crack. Then the licking continued.
Later...much later it seemed he pulled back and stood up. He grabbed my side
and turned me around. I faced him on shakey knees and looked into his eyes
for a brief moment. But it was clear there was nothing to say at this point.
I dropped to my knees and stared at the rock hard nine inchs that was
bobbing and dripping in front of me. His hand went to the top of my
head...but it wasn't necessary. I moved my face forward and began to suck
him. I looked up as that huge cock started to fuck my face. I was completely
spent and felt almost inadequate because all I was going to do was suck him
off after what he had just done to me. I felt completely in his service. I
opened as wide as I could, and stared up at him as he started to increase
the speed of his thrusts....my face was a cunt. And I gave myself over to
the pure passive pleasure of the act.
Then something wordless shifted deep inside me, and the world went into slow
motion. As I stared up at him seeing his face contorted with pleasure,
rocking back and forth above those big hairy pecs, the smell of his sexual
sweat stirring through my nostrils, my right hand raised and moved slowly up
his thigh.
It cupped his big hairy balls as they banged against my chin. My face was
stretched in a painful lust as I tried to accomodate the size of his
cock..it felt so good. I could feel his thick foreskin stretched back over
the tip, and raking frantically across my tongue. My hand moved slowly
behind his balls and I felt the sweaty hair that led to his crack. His knees
bent as he lowered himself a bit involuntarily...caught up in the passion of
his impending orgasm. Then my middle finger moved into his ass crack. It was
damp and very hairy. And the pucker of his asshole was prominent. My finger
felt it, and in the same motion I pushed upward and slowly, firmly, without
hesitation drove my finger up into him...in concert with his thrusts.
His eyes widened and he stared wildly at me. I saw a look of surprise as he
kept plunging his cock into my mouth,,,quicker now. I stared at him and
pushed my finger in deeper. He grunted....I twisted my finger and wagged the
tip up inside him....and was sure I saw a quick look of puzzlement cross his
face. Then he began to come. It started with a loud groan from between his
clenched teeth, and grew into a violent act. He clutched my head, pulling at
my hair as he released a flood of hot sperm into my mouth. I gulped and
swallowed as fast as I could. I could smell the hot seed almost more than
taste it as it poured down my throat. But I was still not fast enough, and
some started to seep from the sides of my mouth.
Moments later, when he was done fucking my mouth he stood over me sweating
and heaving, his cock still in my mouth but getting softer. I pulled my
finger from his ass slowly while still looking up at him. He stared at me
for a long moment, then smiled slightly. "I think we're getting close to it
, sport...aren't we?" he said, less as a question than a statement he
expected me to accept.
I let his cock fall from my mouth, and with streaks of cum out of both sides
of my mouth I looked up at him and just nodded slightly.
I knew what he meant......but I wondered if he knew what I meant.