Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: First Time with Dad #7

As I pulled back and knelt behind him, I was struck by the simple raw
intimacy of the scene. I had never seen my father in this position...I had
never seen ANYBODY in this position! But there was something about the way
we were positioned, the location of our bodies...men....father and son....
men together.

The unease I felt, the awkwardness of our discussion only moments ago that
led to this.......the events of the past few weeks between us. They all
seemed to be drawn 
into a vortex... swirling upward like a wind  that raced through my mind. It
was palpable...I felt it. I was transported back in time to someplace
unfamiliar. Someplace new. Someplace full of men...fathers...sons...men
together. Cave men.....gladiators.......athletes...soldiers......
explorers....friends......public friends.....furtive friends.... secret
friends.... brothers.....men of the world...old men..young men......all
across time.
The  timeless archetype swept through me. It started as a commotion in my
head..then moved to my crotch. It grabbed my balls...slowly firmly..it moved
to the bottom of my shaft...firmly holding it. It was wordless,
intense.....it had its own history...... and it consumed me. 

I  looked again quickly at his asshole. It was twitching involuntarily. The
sweaty 
dark hair around it seemed to be shifting in a slow dance. That same gaze
caught my cock. It was bobbing and twitching in the same way. The long line
of his hairy crack seemed to match the length of my hard cock, and I wanted
to lay up against him to feel the match......for reassurance.....but I
continued to stare and breathe harder as each second passed. I couldn't
bring any thoughts to bear..nothing to make sense of all this....
Then the newly arrived images of this strange history increased their roar
in my head, and I stopped trying to understand. 

I leaned forward and reached for him. Each of my hands grabbed first the
thick cords straining in his neck..then his shoulders, and then wrapped
around to feel - palms wide open - the sweaty hair of his armpits. My palms
visited there, feeling the heat and texture, for a moment before moving down
and back towards me to his chest.His nipples. I grabbed them, sought them
out , fingered my way through the thick hair. I pinched them, and he groaned
loudly. 

Then my eye caught something else. It was the full length mirror on the wall
in front of us. I was struck that I hadn't noticed this before...but there I
was...there WE were.
The mirror caught my gaze, and bounced it back off the sweaty form bent
beneath me, then back up to my eyes. I stared at myself and was shocked at
the upturned corner of my lips....my teeth exposed.......the sweat pouring
down my face, and the spit that had gathered at the corners of my
mouth......that was shaped in.....              such
a.......primitive.......snarl.

The image seemed suddenly, strangely.... familiar......like I had done this
before........many times before.....but I hadn't...other men had.....not
me.....other men.

The image sank deep inside me......in a cavern of silence to be explored later.
But it left a deep affirmation in its wake. A permission.....a reminder......an
expectation.

The rest came easy. 

My hands continued their pillage through the thick hair of his chest and belly.
They grabbed his cock briefly, and returned to his cheeks. I spread them
again, and heard his panting voice - it seemed far away - saying...."DO
IT!"......"DO IT SON !" 

I reached for my cock. It felt like a metal bar...wet at the end. Almost
unfamiliar.
I placed it against his twitching rim at stared at this unique first
meeting. A blurred image fought its way through the sexual tornado that
consumed me. It carried me back through time.

"Well, try it on....does it fit?"  He had said standing over me smiling
expectantly.
I thrust my hand deep into the fragrant, leather treasure I had just
recieved. It was new.....strange....but the perfect gift........ Just what I
had wanted!
"Oh Yeah! It fits just great !!!"
I had said with a fierce gleam in my eye as I pounded one bare fist into the
prize that covered my other hand. I thought a million frantic thoughts about
the future on fresh cut green grass. I was 10.........he had bought me my
first real baseball glove!

The smell of leather wafted through my head as I stared at that same fisted
right hand...now wrapped around my cock.

I pushed the swollen head of my shaft against his rim and entered him. 

I heard him cry out. From behind him I could envision him biting his lips.
The cry turned quickly into a grunt, and then quick breathing. I stopped,
and looked down at the length of my cock....minus its head, which had
disappeared inside him.
The feeling was incredible! I took a deep breath and leaned forward. Another 
stiffled cry...and I saw his fists clench. He was rocking a bit now.....back
and forth on clenched fists and his knees. The dark hairs at his asshole had
wrapped forward to join my cock as it entered.  

How many other times had they been forced  into his hole?...... by
Marines?...by other men?......all those years ago.....while my mother had
watched? These thoughts vanished as quickly as they appeared in my tortured
brain......the feeling was just too intense to be displaced.
"Oh yeah, it fits just great" I muttered quietly.               

I leaned forward again....another couple of inches disappeared. I leaned
forward.
Into him. My eyes rocketed back and force between the hairy, sweaty meeting
down between my legs...his asshole, my cock.......then back up to the mirror. 
It offered a larger view. I leaned forward again...leaned into
him.....leaned forward into an image of myself....through the looking glass. 

The last swollen inches of my cock, down to its base, entered him quickly.
Almost without a sound...except the frantic, ragged, breathing and muffled
grunts  from him that now seemed to have been there forever. 

I stared at the sight. It was done....I was caught up in every
detail..everything was new, and again, went into slow motion. I lifted my
hands off him and leaned back, carefull to stay completely inside him. The
sight of my thick dark pubic hair wedged between his ass cheeks.....touching
against the hair that lined his crack. 
The feel of my balls...the front of my sack, touching the back of his sack! 
The sight...the sight! of my staring down at my crotch and not seeing my cock!
Because it was buried.......consumed.....welcomed....in another man's
asshole! My father's asshole!
The sight of his strong muscular body...sweating and heaving beneath
me..bent over......grunting in pleasure and pain.......

I took it all in..as much as I could. Then the gorgeous, rampant details
seemed to all come together before my eyes. They sucked themselves into a
small tornado
that swirled above his sweating, bent body and traveled upward to my
face..stopped for a moment ...and entered me.
Entered me through my nose. So I could capture the stunning mix of smells
that were happening because of this act. I sucked in a deep breath. 

The tornado traveled from my face, my head, to the back of my neck. Then
raced down my spine touching every nerve. It hit the base of my spine and
lit up every nerve in my body. I felt it take possesion of me as it rushed
to my cock, waiting to be released. So I started.

Slow at first. Then faster. I plunged my cock into him...pulled it back out
almost
to the end...then drove the full length in again. 

I had nothing to compare this to...nothing to judge it against. 

He was starting to moan louder now and match my thrusts with his hips, and I
just
fell into the increasing rythym. At a certain point it just began to feel so
natural.
I leaned back and put my hands behind my head....never missing a stroke...I
could smell myself.
I leaned forward and grabbed his thick bisceps from behind...never missing a
stroke.
I leaned down even closer and grabbed his wrists..near his balled fists that
were holding him up.....my chest touched his sweating back....never missing
a stroke.      
I leaned back a bit and reached for his crotch. I could feel the precum
dripping from him...his cock was like steel. I started to wrap my hand
around it, but stopped, as an image flashed.....a long ago lesson turned
into muscle memory.

"When you move up on it , plant your feet and look at the whole field.  Look
closely...look quickly.  Hold your hands tight..close together... Then take
charge!  Then bend your knees..and get ready. Keep your hands together!
Always keep your hands together..... wide open...fingers together. Be
ready....make a net with your hands.....so it can't get through! Reach for
it with both hands....gather it up..
pull it to your chest..then start your release. It should all be a smooth
motion"
                                                                            
                                                                 I  was
10......he was teaching me, for hours each day...with my new glove....at the
ball field near our house......so I could make the little league
team........how to play shortstop.....he was such a good teacher.

I reached forward and beneath him to his crotch. Held my hands close together.
Open and  beside each other. Like holding a book...only tighter. My palms
touched
the sides of his cock ....finger tips near its head.......and began to move
in sync with my hips.  

My thrusts were increasing in speed....equal to the tone of his grunts and
loud breathing. I was over him....pumping..breathing hard. I was in
him..deep...then back...then deep again. It was all sweat and hair and
muscles...and I loved it.

It lasted only another minute. My balls clenched like a vise grip and I
started to come. I felt the surge of hot sperm race to the head of my cock
and, after an equisite heart beat, explode into him! I didn't pull back. I
stopped thrusting. I just held myself deep in his asshole. The muscles in my
groin and belly did all the work....and my cum kept pouring into him like
the end of the world.

When the first hot torrent hit him deep inside, he started to come. He
thrust forward and back only twice. That was all it took. His hot cum
blasted into my open palms, and he shuddered uncontrollably as his belly
seized and convulsed. 

He was groaning and heaving now...louder as each second of this wet coupling
passed...quickly, frantically as we soaked each other...inside and out.
It was all one steady stream......and the sperm seemed to never end as I
emptied myself into him, and he poured himself into my hands.

We spasmed together...out of control........spasmed in large life..in this
moment... in front of the mirror......spasmed large in a life dance......our
bodies twitching in concert ........like a single sperm under a microscope. 

As it began to subside, I felt my hands separating and moving away from the
heat of his cock. They appeared , like magic from beneath his belly and
moved in a dream toward my face. Each hand cupping a huge puddle of his cum.
They went to my cheeks, then my neck.....my chest..down my belly. Smearing
all the way.
Then back to my face.
I held out my tongue......like he had made me do days before on the living
room floor...on my back.  But now it was a greedy tongue.....not a scared,
worried tongue. A confident tongue.....I licked off the damp remains of his
cum, and sucked the smell deep into me.....as he twitched beneath me...with
my cock still buried 
to its root, in his asshole.  And I looked into the mirror.  

to be continued......