Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2011 19:00:52 -0400
From: RayC <rc7448@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up With Dad Part One

The usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this please don't.
This is a true story and happened years ago to me and my father. The
copyright of this story is held by the author.

Story code: Incest, mm, mb

Growing up with Dad part one

I remember humping the mattress during the night. I'd lay there on my
stomach and rub my hard little cock against the mattress. It felt really
good to me and I'd even have this tingly climax thing that happened. I was
way too young for cum but I didn't know anything about that. yet.

At first I didn't know why I did that and I didn't think of anything while
I did it. I just did it because it felt good. I was very young and did that
for some time before I took another step and learned a little more. One day
I got sat in the tub by my mother and sitting at the other end. naked of
course. was my father.

It was shocking to me at first. seeing his dick. it was so big and so
hairy. I know I looked at it too much. it was hard not to. My dad didn't
seem to notice. either that or he didn't care if I looked. After that first
bath I was hooked and thought it was the most fascinating thing I'd ever
seen.

Now. I did have a thing for my father. always have. but. other men probably
had one of those too and I wondered what theirs looked like. The only
chance you ever got to see one was at a urinal somewhere and that's if he
let you look. most didn't and it was very frustrating. The locker room at
the community pool was a good place. saw a lot of men there. Those high
school boys were amazing to watch while they changed or showered. or dried
off. and the occasional one would parade around a little or even get semi
hard in the shower or at his locker while he dried off slowly trying to
give you more time to look at it.

It was sad because you didn't go to the pool and hang out in the locker
room. You had a few minutes at best. if you stayed longer you got
disapproving looks or your mother was the entrance calling your name. It
was always very frustrating. so close and yet not quite there. Those early
years were haunted by those feelings. always wanting what seemed like you
were never going to have. At times it was painful. the level of
frustration.

There were neighbor boys my own age. a few of them were always interested
and so was I. We'd hide somewhere and drop our shorts. check each other
out. stroke each other. It was fun and I enjoyed that. looked for it
whenever it seemed like it was possible There was a boy or two in every
neighborhood that would do that. as I learned over the years. As fun as
that was. it was that adult I was looking for. some man like my father that
would do those same things with me.

My dad had a friend from out of town that would stay with us when he was
there on business. We only had three bedrooms in the house and during the
winter my grandfather would stay with us and he took my room. I was put on
the pull out sofa in the family room. I didn't mind as it was like an
adventure doing that and I loved the pull out bed.

My dad's friend. Gordon. had to share that pullout bed with me. He said he
didn't mind at all and I had no choice in the matter but I certainly didn't
mind either. That first night he came back from the bathroom wearing
pajamas and got into bed. he smiled and winked as he shut off the light.

I lay there for a while wondering what his dick looked like. thinking about
it as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning very early and
rolled on to my back. It was just getting light out and I looked over at
Gordon. He had the sheet off and his dick was sticking out the fly of his
pajamas. It scared the shit out of me seeing like that and I quickly looked
up at his face. his eyes were closed and I thought he was asleep.

I looked back down at his dick as it stuck out of his fly. not very long
but very thick with a big flared head. he was cut. I looked at it intently
for a while wishing I could touch it. it was so beautiful and exciting to
me.

I went back to sleep and when I woke up Gordon was already up and in the
kitchen with my parents. He smiled when I came in and sat down at the table
for breakfast. He was friendly and attentive all of which I liked very
much.

Gordon stayed over again that night and all though it was difficult I did
manage to sleep some. I woke up when I felt something nudge me a
little. just a slight shoulder bump. It was hardly light out. very early as
I lay there letting my eyes adjust.

I rolled on to my back and looked over at Gordon. his dick was hard and
poking out of the fly again. I looked up at Gordon's face and his eyes were
closed. just like yesterday morning. I leaned up on my elbow to get a
closer look and noticed just a little bead of clear stuff on his piss
slit. I leaned in closer and looked at it wondering what it was. I was so
close to touching it. it was so hard. I wanted to touch it so bad.

I looked back up at Gordon and his eyes were open. he was watching me. I
was going to panic but he smiled and winked. he nodded at me. he was fine
with me looking. I relaxed a little but was still very nervous over getting
caught. I wasn't sure what to do. should I lie down and go back to
sleep. or was it all right to look. I was frozen on the spot with Gordon
looking at me too afraid to move.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Gordon's dick move a little. it
throbbed. got harder momentarily. I looked at it quickly and then back at
Gordon. he smiled again. he winked. he nodded. almost like he was
encouraging me. I wasn't sure what. he wanted me to do. look. or not
look. It seemed we were like that for some time. just lying there wondering
what the other was thinking.

Gordon reached down and lifted the sheet that was over my lower half a
little. he looked down at me. It occurred to me that he wanted to see me
like I was looking at him. I looked up at him and he smiled and winked. he
nodded.

I pushed the sheet down and moved my pajamas so that my hard dick stuck out
of the fly like his was. He looked at it and smiled. I smiled back. It was
so hot laying there with this big man. our dicks out and hard where we
could look at them.

I trembled as Gordon's hand moved over me and he traced my hard dick with a
finger. just let it travel up and down the shaft. It was like a jolt to
me. the pleasure that finger gave me. He did that for a few seconds. that
finger traveling up and down my dick.

He stopped and then nodded at his. it was permission for me to do that to
him. I reached up with my finger and did what he had done. his dick
throbbed as it reached up to meet my finger. It was warm to the touch. and
smooth. so thick and hard. All the things that crossed my mind. things I
wanted to do with Gordon's dick. now that I knew he would let me.

As luck would have it. my grandfather opened his bedroom door. it
squeaked. Gordon pulled the sheet up quickly over us and we both pretended
to sleep as my grandfather went through to the kitchen. I lay there quietly
and was disappointed when Gordon got up and went to the bathroom. His
business was finished and he went back home. I was so disappointed.

My dad wore white Jockey briefs... he'd shower and then put on a clean pair
and then a robe before he came into watch TV after dinner. It was his
routine and he rarely varied from it. The bathroom he and I used was down
stairs with the basement split up into the bathroom and furnace room on one
side and a small family room on the other.

His robe would sometimes open a little and I'd get a glimpse of his
underwear. that and the bulge in them. I loved looking at my dad in his
robe and underwear and I always looked. One night after his shower he put
on clean clothes and went to the neighbors to play cards with my mom.

I was home alone and I thought about my dad showering and then putting on
clean clothes. There was a dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom and out of
curiosity I went in and looked in the hamper. There on top was the pair of
underwear my dad had taken off before he showered.

I looked at them laying there. I wanted to touch them but worried I'd get
caught or somehow he'd know if I did. What if he had them arranged just
so. he'd know if I touched them. it was a big risk but I picked them up and
looked at them. They were big. really big. or so it seemed to me. In all
reality they were average size. My dad wasn't that tall and he wasn't that
big. he was just bigger than me.

Over the next few weeks his underwear became my passion. or rather
obsession. I'd sneak down there every chance I got and take them out and
look at them. I grew brave enough one day to hold them up to my nose and
smell them. it was totally erotic for me. I'd get so hard with his
underwear in my hands.

As the weeks want by I got braver. I'd take several pair out and compare
them. look for the one that had a yellow pee stain. or a random pubic
hair. I'd smell them deeply thinking about my dad as I did. I wanted to try
them on but didn't dare. the risk would be too great.

I thought about it a lot during the days ahead. I had to find a way to try
them on. feel them against my skin and raging hard on. thinking his dick
had been where mine was. I admit it occupied my mind a lot during the day.

One night my mom went out with some friends and my dad took his shower. he
got dressed and told me he was going next door to play cards with some
friends. I heard the door close as he left and I waited for a few
minutes. I went upstairs and looked out the window. no one in sight.

I ran back down the stairs and went into the bathroom and over to the dirty
clothes hamper. There were three pair in there and took them out examining
them closely. I was nervous and very excited. I felt the need to be quick
even though I had plenty of time. I pulled off my shirt and then pushed
down my shorts. I listened carefully for a few seconds in case he'd come
back. but it was quiet.

I held up a pair of his underwear and stepped into them and pulled them up
over my achingly hard dick. That initial feeling was so intensely sexual
for me. the pleasure they gave me was incredible. They were so big on me. I
looked in the mirror at how they hung on my small frame. I could see the
fly and thought about my dad's cock being right there where mine was.

I lay down on the floor and closed my eyes as I rubbed his underwear on my
dick. it felt so good. I was so into what I was doing that I didn't hear
the door or my father come down the stairs. The next thing I knew he was
standing there looking at me with big wide eyes.

I was so terrified that I couldn't move. I was frozen to the spot in fear
of what was going to happen next. My dad gave me a pathetic look. he sighed
as he looked at me. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

He didn't seem all that mad. maybe a little perplexed was all. I had no
answer so I didn't say anything. What could you say at this point? I was
embarrassed beyond belief and was worried my life was over. surely he'd
kick me out and I'd have to find somewhere else to live.

"I have to go back over," he said meaning next door and the card game he
was playing. "I just came over to check on you. Don't fool around like that
much longer. your mother could be home soon." I nodded and he went back up
the stairs and out the door.

The feeling had gone. it was no longer exciting for me. I was devastated
and not sure what really happened. I took his underwear off and put them
back in the hamper and then put my clothes back on. As I was dressing I
noticed the wall behind the hamper. it had all these little
holes. pegboard. My dad had hooks in it where he hung his robe and other
clothes. On the other side was the TV. where it sat in an alcove cut into
the wall.

I leaned in close and looked through one of the little holes. I could see
the TV and all the things hanging around it. It occurred to me that if I
were over there. I could look right into this bathroom. I turned and looked
at the shower right across the small room. It was a big cement block shower
stall without a curtain. It was big enough that it didn't need a
curtain. My dad had built this bathroom for him and me didn't think we
needed all that much privacy.  The possibilities went through my head.

I went to the other side. the family room and over to the corner where the
TV sat set into the alcove. I squatted down next to the wall and looked
through the holes. it was perfect. The same old thrill went through me like
a shot. now just to get up the nerve to do it.

It took me a few days to get over getting caught in my dad's underwear. My
dad was fine and didn't bring it up. I wasn't in trouble. My mother was
fine too so he didn't tell her about it. I'd been worried he'd tell on me.

I was starting to think about his underwear again. wanting to do that
again. the feelings were returning but I was still nervous over it. It was
my father that got me over that nervousness. He came in from mowing the
lawn and was sweaty. He smiled at me before he went down to take his shower
as he passed me in the kitchen. "You're going to love this pair of
underwear," he said as he winked and then went down the stairs.

The emotions that went through me were huge. he didn't care that I did
that. it was almost like he understood. I didn't know what to do. I wanted
to run down there and take them from him as he took them off. I was beside
myself thinking about it. I sat there with all these emotions not really
knowing what to do.

I went down stairs and into the family room. This was long before there
were remotes and I walked over to the TV and turned it on. I squatted down
next to it while I waited for it to come on so I could check all the
channels to see what was on.

As I waited my head turned to the peg board wall and I thought about my dad
taking a shower. I heard the water start and figured he was just getting
in. I moved the few feet to the wall slowly and looked through the
holes. He was in the shower getting wet. from here I had a prefect view of
him. He was facing away and I watched as water ran over his naked butt. it
glistened from the water and looked incredible.

His butt was small and waist narrow. his legs were well muscled. I never
realized how beautiful his butt was. I was always so eager to see his cock
I never gave his butt a second thought. but now. I looked at it
longingly. I wanted to touch it. to feel the skin. even open those cheeks
and look in between.

My dad turned around as he grabbed the soap and began to lather up. His
cock was incredible. the shaft hung down over his balls and was surrounded
by a nest of black hair. His cock was a little darker than the rest of him
and that fascinated me. I watched as he lathered it up. pulling on it a few
times and then turning around to soap up his butt. his hand and the soap
went between his butt cheeks and worked the lather in. I was so hard
watching this. my cock ached.

My dad rinsed off and then turned the water off. he grabbed his towel and
dried off and then stepped out of the shower. I ran over and sat down on
the couch as he finished up. He came out a few minutes later with his robe
on.

He sat down in his big chair and leaned back with the foot thing coming
up. He looked at the TV surprised I had the golf tournament on. I hadn't
been paying attention to what channel I had on. "I figured you'd want to
watch it," I said as my excuse.

The next few days went by with me making sure I was in the basement when my
dad showered. I would be watching TV when he came down and then move over
to the wall when I thought it was safe. usually when I heard the water
start.

It became a habit with me. one I always look forward to. almost like an
addiction. I'm not sure when he caught on. or how long he knew I was doing
that. The underwear incident might have clued him in and made him more
aware of what I was up to. My father and I were opposites. he was darker
skinned then I was with black hair where as I was lighter and blonder. I
took after his older brother who was colored like that. My dad also was an
avid sportsman. he grew up playing baseball and basketball and loved
golf. He usually went on a yearly trip with his friends hunting or fishing
up in Canada. I didn't really play sports and I didn't hunt or fish. That
was fine with him. he didn't care that I didn't want to. I'd go
occasionally with him. along for the walk or to ride around in the small
boat. I did like camping and hiking. which was a good thing because we did
a lot of that.

Anyway. I don't remember exactly when he caught on that he an observer when
he showered. I knew that first time I went down to shower and he followed
me down to watch TV that something was up. As I took off my clothes and put
them in the hamper I could see him on the other side going through the
channels on the TV. He was taking his time and going slow.

I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I looked back towards
the pegboard wall and could see his outline against the light from the
TV. I could tell that he'd known all along. it was obvious when I looked
towards that wall.

I got in and got wet. I glanced over at the wall and could tell he was up
close looking through the holes like I did. I was so nervous with him
watching. I thought about the underwear and him catching me and not
telling. that he knew about that too. It was one of those things you can't
control. it just happens no matter how hard you try not to let it. My dick
got hard and stood straight up. I was so afraid to turn around where he
could see me.

At some point I realized I had to. so I did it and got it over with. I
lathered up quickly and turned around to rinse off. then turned the water
off. I even forgot to wash my hair. I dried off with a hard on and had to
step out of the shower and walk over to the wall for my clean underwear and
robe. He was right there and hadn't moved. If I hadn't been so embarrassed
I might have enjoyed it. I would have wanted that kind of attention.

I came out and walked over to the family room and my dad was in his chair
watching TV. he never acted like anything had happened. We watched the
program without saying a word. I was relieved. he wasn't upset with me. at
least I didn't think so.

I was out with friends in the neighborhood the next day when he showered
with it happening again on the day after that. Then he was late from work
the next several nights in a row and I didn't get to watch him shower. It
was starting to get on my nerves. I was so frustrated.

The only compensation I had was his underwear and I made use of them. I had
to be careful with that. and snuck a pair up to my room that I stuffed
under my mattress. I would put them on when I went to bed and sleep in them
all night.

All the nights I'd missed watching dad shower were annoying but at least I
had his underwear. I would put them on and hump the mattress in them. it
felt so good doing that. One night I'd just gotten in bed with his shorts
on and the door opened up and he came in. I was surprised. he was never one
to tuck anyone in and once the door was closed that was it for the
night. There he was closing the door and coming over to the bed where he
sat down on the edge.

"I know I've been late these last few nights," he said. "I'll be home on
time tomorrow. you going to be here or out playing?" "I'll be here," I
said. He nodded and smiled. "I'm glad I don't have to work late very
often." "Yeah. me too," I said.

He noticed that I wasn't wearing pajamas. that I was bare shouldered. "You
don't wear pajamas anymore?" he asked. I shook my head. "Just
underwear. like you do," I said. "Okay," he said as he stood up. He
surprised me when he lifted the covers and looked at me. It was like being
caught all over again in the basement and for a second my heard stopped. He
looked at me in what had to be his underwear. they were way too big to be
mine.

He let the covers go and leaned over the bed. "You be careful with that,"
he said. "I don't want you to get caught." I nodded and smiled
sheepishly. He leaned over and kissed my forehead and then left the room
closing the door behind him.  The next day was a long one and seemed to
take forever. I couldn't wait for my dad to get home. He finally pulled
into the driveway and got out. I was standing at the door when he came
in. He smiled and said hi as he put his billfold and keys on the counter by
the door.

I smiled too and then followed him down stairs where he went left and I
went right. I sat by the TV turning it on while I looked over at the
pegboard wall. I moved over closer and looked through. it was odd knowing
he knew that I was there. That he knew made it very exciting for me. that
he knew made me love him more.

He took his clothes off by the hamper and put them inside. His dick swung
back and forth as he tossed them inside. He turned and walked over to the
shower turning the water on. he waited till it warmed up and then got
in. He got wet and then reached for the soap... he turned around to lather
the front and as he did. his dick got hard. I'd never seen it like this
before. it seemed so huge to me. My heart was pounding away in my chest as
I watched and my dick was hard in my shorts.

He turned around and lathered up his backside. he washed between his butt
cheeks while I watched and then rinsed off. He turned the water off and
then dried off. he walked over to the pegboard and hung up his towel with
his hard cock inches from my face. He put on clean underwear and reached
for his robe which was my clue to head back to the couch.

He came in and we watched TV until dinner was ready. After dinner it was my
turn to shower and my dad was at the TV changing channels while I
undressed. I was already hard as my underwear came down but I didn't
care. it was alright to show that to my dad. he wanted to see it.

I took my time while I showered. it felt good to do it while he watched. I
was hard the entire time. My dick was standing straight up as I dried off
and put on my underwear inches from where he watched. He was in his chair
watching TV by the time I came into the family room.

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