Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 20:04:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Guys Do What Guys Do" (Single installment story)

When I was twelve years old, I was taught how to masturbate by one of my
school friends.  Of course, as every boy knows, that moment is the
beginning of sexual pleasure that will last a lifetime.  I indulged myself
with this unspeakable pleasure every night from that time on---as well as
many times upon awaking in the morning.

From the day I was born, my Dad and I were never ashamed of our nudity
around each other.  Our penises, hard or soft, always hung out there in
full view.  Although I didn't care if Dad saw what hung between my legs, I
was particularly careful to keep my jerk-off activity secret from him.  My
Gym teacher once railed against such activity as being a health hazard.  I
also heard somewhere that masturbation was a terrible sin and that one's
hands would turn into the hands of a baboon, and that blindness would be
the ultimate punishment for such dirty activity.

On one occasion, my parents took me to a doctor to see about a rash on my
chest.  He looked into my eyes and, very accusingly, asked me if I played
with myself.  I lied and said, "No, no!"

"You do play with yourself," he said.  "You have dark circles around your
eyes.  That comes from playing with yourself.  Very bad, very bad."

All the stuff I was hearing scared me, but I couldn't stop masturbating.
Every night I said to myself this was the last time I would do it.  But I
couldn't stop.  How could any human being ever stop wanting to have those
magnificent, mind-blowing orgasms.

As luck would have it, my Dad walked in on me one night just as I was
blowing a load onto my stomach.  I was mortified . . . no, horrified.

He quickly told me it was all right, and said he thought it was now time to
have a talk with me about the "facts of Life" and the "Birds and the Bees."

I was relieved that he didn't lose it and knock me senseless . . . not that
my dad would ever hit me.  Several days latter, soon after dinner one
evening, Dad quite calmly said that, later in the evening after I had
gotten ready for bed and after he had taken his shower, he wanted to come
to my room so we could talk.  Since I detected no anger in his voice, I
wasn't nervous.  I was, however, full of anxiety and anticipation.

Soon after I climbed in bed and pulled the sheet over me, Dad arrived
dressed only in his Jockey shorts and sat in a chair.  He was a professor
of Biology and began his speech to me as though he were lecturing to a
class.  He started by describing both male and female sex anatomy, and
continued very clinically instructing me about how babies are made
. . . with a man's sperm connecting with the egg, etc.  He explained the
combined functions of the prostate and the testicles in producing and
ejaculating the semen.  He stressed the importance of foreplay when having
sex.  He also talked about sexual desire and arousal and the part that
sexual fantasy plays during sex with a woman, as well as during
masturbation.

As Dad talked, my penis had become quite hard, and I was surprised that it
was tenting the sheet that lay over me.  I quickly lay over on my side.
But it was then that I noticed that Dad had also sprouted a considerable
hard-on under his shorts with part of the head peeking out under the
elastic around one leg.

"Now, Shep," Dad said, as he poked his penis head back under, "we need to
talk about masturbation.  I'm sorry I startled you the other night."

"Oh, Dad," I said.  "I'm the one who's sorry.  I know I shouldn't ever do
that.  I know it's a bad thing to do.  I promise I won't do it again."

Dad sat forward with a smile.  "No, no, Shep.  It's a good thing to do.  I
should have known earlier, by the time you turned twelve, that you had
already started masturbating.  That's about the age when all boys learn the
pleasure of masturbating."

I sat up in bed and shook my head.  "But Dad, I've heard that it's a bad
thing to do."

"I don't know where you heard that, son, but it's not true.  I assure you
that masturbation is something all men and boys do all their lives for
pleasure and the relief of sexual tension.  That's a fact."

"Dad, you said `all men" . . . `all their lives.'  Does that mean that you?
I mean you?"

Dad laughed.  "Of course, Shep.  That means me, too."

I was stunned.  "But you have Mom.  I mean.  I thought only boys did it."

"Well, son, I'm not always home with Mom.  There are times when I take my
business trips."

"You mean, when you're away, you . . . masturbate?"

"Of course.  You see, Shep.  You learned something.  We need to talk about
things more often.


Two years passed, during which I happily continued masturbating every
night, as well as in the mornings when I woke up.  Dad never came into my
room again while I was doing it.  Some of my jack-off fantasies were about
Dad fucking Mom in their room across the hall.

One day, after I'd turned fourteen, Dad was preparing to go on one of his
business trips to New York City.  He asked me if I wanted to come along.
He thought, when we had time, he would show me some of the City.  I was
delighted to have a chance to see that famous city.

We stayed in a big hotel near Times Square.  The room was beautiful and
furnished with two twin beds.  I'd never slept in the same room with my Dad
before, and I was really excited.  That evening, we watched some TV until
Dad said he had to get to bed because he had an early morning meeting
coming up.  I took my shower first and got into bed.  After he took his
shower, I could see him through the bathroom door putting powder all over
his crotch.

Dad could see me looking at him.  "I've been having jock-itch like you
wouldn't believe lately.  I think I'm going to have to stop playing
racket-ball at the gym for awhile in this hot weather."

He was only thirty-seven years old, and I couldn't believe he would ever
give up his sports.

He turned the light off and, naked as usual, got into bed and brought the
sheet up over him.  "Goodnight Shep.  Got to get a good night's sleep
because I have to be fresh for that early meeting in the morning."

"Goodnight, Dad."

Even though the drapes were pulled, the lights from the street below came
in faintly around the edges causing a very dim glow in the room.  As always
every night in bed, my hand reached for my cock.  It suddenly dawned on me
that my dad might be able to see me and know that I'm jerking off.  I
wasn't sure what to do.  He'd never seen me jack off.

After several minutes, I turned my head toward Dad's bed.  "Dad?  Are you
awake?"

"Yes."

"You know, I was really glad you talked to me about . . . you know . . . a
couple years ago.  You know.  You said it wasn't a bad thing to masturbate.
Do you remember?"

"Sure, I remember."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Would you mind if I masturbated tonight.  I do it every night."

Dad gave a little chuckle.  "Of course I don't mind."

I threw the sheet back and hoped he couldn't see me stroking.  I started to
think about Dad's telling me once that he always masturbates when he was
away from Mom.

After several minutes, I turned my head toward him again.  "Dad, can I ask
you a question?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

I forced myself to speak.  "Would you like to jack- I mean would you like
to masturbate with me?"

Dad rolled over to face me.  "You want me to?  By the way, you can call it
jack-off.  I wasn't born yesterday.  I know all the sexual terms you kids
know."

"Dad, you told me you always did it when you were away from Mom."

"All right," Dad said, as he threw off the sheet.  "I'll jack off with you.
Why not?"

I could barely see Dad as he got out of bed and went to his suitcase.  When
he came back to bed, he had a bottle with him.

"Here, Shep.  Do you want some lubricant.  This is good stuff."

I never used lubricant, but rather kept my hand wet with saliva.  "Thanks,
Dad.  I'll try it."

I could hardly see Dad lying there in his bed stroking.  He never looked at
me, but kept his eyes on his penis.  My penis had never been as hard as it
was then.  Also, I'd never felt such raging level of sexual arousal in my
life.  I could hardly believe my Dad and I were jacking off together.

My arousal suddenly overcame me.  "Dad?  Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah."

"Would you mind if you came over to my bed with me?"

"These beds are pretty narrow," he said.

"I know, Dad, but I think we could fit.  I just feel like I want you close
to me."

Dad gave a little laugh and climbed out of his bed.  "Now shove way over
there, buddy.  I'm a lot bigger than you."

After Dad climbed in, we found there was no way we could avoid having our
legs pressed together.  I was overwhelmed.  I'd seen my dad's naked body
all my life, but I'd never touched his body.  It was almost unreal to me.

We both resumed stroking.  By now, our eyes had become more accustomed to
dark, and I could see his monster cock and could hear the sloshing of his
hand over its lubricated shaft.

"Hey, Buddy," Dad said, "why don't we try to cum together.  That would make
this little session really special."

I thought this session was special anyway.  "Okay, Dad.  How do we do
that?"

"Well, Shep, you just tell me when you're ready, and I can be ready
whenever you are."

"Okay, Dad, I'll tell you."

After a minute or two, Dad stopped stroking.  "Listen, Shep, as long as
we're doing this, I might as well get you acquainted with some other things
you might want to know about."

Dad got up again and went to his suitcase.  When he came back to the bed,
he had in his hand two things that looked like hard penises.

"Here I want you to try this.  You're old enough now to know about this.
These are call dildos.  They vibrate.  You put one of these up your ass
when you're masturbating.  It massages your prostate, and a lot of men say
it enhances your orgasm.  Here, I'll show you."

Dad lay on his back and brought his legs up as high as he could.  "Here,
Shep, You push it in while I hold my cheeks apart."

Was this really happening, I thought.  I crawled around so I could see my
dad's asshole.  I turned on the vibrator button and pushed it in.

"Mmm, good job, son.  That feels good.  Would you like to try it?  Okay,
raise up your legs and spread your cheeks with your hands."

Once again, I was totally unbelieving that my Dad was looking at my asshole
and pushing that thing up into me.  The vibration against my prostate was
like no other feeling I ever had.

"Now, son, it's far enough in where you can put your legs down and resume
stroking."

My dad was lying on my left.  He jacked his cock with his left hand, and I
did it with my right hand.  As we stroked, I felt his hand on my thigh.

"Shep, one of these days you'll have some hair on those legs, maybe as much
as I've got.  Here, feel the hair on my legs."

My left hand was lying between us and I lifed up and ran it over his thigh.
As hard as my cock was, I could feel it harden even more as I ran my hand
over the soft hair on his leg.

"I hope my legs will get hairy like yours," I said.

Dad ran his hand again over my leg.  "In time you'll get hair in all sorts
of places.  In your ass crack, on your chest, and maybe your balls.  Here
let me see if you have any on your balls yet."

Dad reached over my leg and took my balls in his hand.  "Nope, not yet.
Some women like their man to shave his balls.  But your Mom likes my hairy
balls."

I once again could hardly believe what I was hearing.  It all brought me
closer and closer to orgasm.  I could feel the tell-tale tingle in my gut.

"Dad," I blurted out.  "I'm gonna cum now."

"Let her blow," Dad said.

We could feel each other's bodies stiffen, and our breaths became short.
As I shot my load onto my stomach, I could see my dad's cum glistening on
his stomach.  I knew we had indeed come together.

We each pulled the dildo out of our asses and lay quietly for some minutes.
I could feel his hand going very lightly over my thigh.

Finally, Dad said, "It's fun masturbating with another man, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I whispered.  "I've never done that."

"I'm kind of surprised, Shep, that you've never done this before.  I
thought all boys, at one time or another, get together to have a good
circle-jerk."

"What's that?"

"That's when several guys get together and jerk off together.  Just like
you and I did, my friends and I used to see if we could all cum together.
We rarely managed it as well as you and I did.

"When did you do that?"

"Oh, when we were about your age.  And we did it sometimes in high school.
The last time I did it was with some fraternity brothers while in college."

I watched as Dad scooped up some of his cum on two fingers and sucked them
clean.  When he saw me staring at him with my jaw dropped, he smiled.

"Haven't you ever tasted your own cum, son?  I thought everyone did that.
You've got a good load there on your stomach.  Go ahead taste it.  It's not
going to hurt you.  It's only water and a little protein.  It's good."

At this point, I felt I had lost all my inhibitions with my dad, and I
eagerly scooped up a glob of it on my fingers and licked them clean.

"Not bad, eh?" Dad said.  He reached for the two hand towels he'd earlier
hung over the headboard.  Now we'd better get cleaned up and get some
sleep.  I've got to be as fresh as a daisy at that meeting in the morning.


When I awoke the next morning, I heard Dad in the shower.  From my bed, I
could see the shower through the open bathroom door.  It was obvious,
looking through the opaque shower door, that Dad was jacking off.  I
suddenly felt brave and liberated from all my old inhibitions.  I threw
back the covers and took hold of my gorged morning erection and started
jacking it off.  I knew dad would be out of the shower soon and he would
see me jacking off my hard cock.  I wanted him to see it.  I was close, but
I edged it back.  I wanted to have him see me as I shot my load.  Soon I
heard a little moan come from the bathroom and knew he'd cum and would be
out any minute.  When he emerged from the bathroom, still toweling himself
off, he laughed.

"Oh, man," he said.  "To be young again and be able to shoot a load both
morning and night."

At that moment, I let it go, with cum splattering over my chin and neck.
As he watched, I scooped a glob of cum off my neck and ate it.

"Tell me something, Shep, does it feel as good in the morning as it did the
night before?"

"Oh, yes.  Just as good, Dad.  How about you?"

"Well, maybe it's my age, but my morning orgasms are never quite as good as
they are when I'm in bed at night.

"That's too bad," I said.

"Now, Shep, I've got run.  The meeting is here in the hotel.  You can go
down to the café and have breakfast and spend the rest of the morning close
by.  Either in the room, the lobby, or outside.  If you go out to walk
around, stay close to the hotel.  I'll be back here at noon and we'll get
some lunch together."


While Dad was in his meeting, I walked up and down the street a little, but
spent most of my time in either the lobby or our room.  My mind was totally
taken up with thoughts of the night before.  It was impossible to think of
anything else.  I wanted the clock to jump forward to nighttime when Dad
and I could again jack off together, and with that wonderful dildo up my
ass again.

I sat in the lobby, oblivious to all the people milling around.  I thought
about my Dad.  Would I ever have a cock as long and straight as his.  Would
I ever grow hair on my legs as soft and wonderful to touch as his.  My
balls were almost hairless.  I longed to have them covered with hair like
his, and to hang down halfway to my knees like his.  I hoped to be really
handsome like my dad, with well-developed chest, arm, and leg muscles like
his.

Finally, after an interminable wait, we were once again back in our room
for the night.  Dad had some paperwork to do, and then he wanted to get out
of his clothes completely and watch TV for awhile and relax.

At long last, we were back in our separate beds, both lying naked on top of
the sheets.  I was so anxious, I blurted out, "Dad, can we jack off again?"

"I'm pretty tired, Shep.  I've got another early morning.  Why don't you go
ahead and do it.  I already did it this morning."

I was beside myself.  "Aw, Dad.  Please.  Just for a little while.  It
won't take long.  Please."

Dad laughed.  You young guys.  You've always got a hard-on stuck in your
pants."

"Dad, please.  You know how it is."

"Yeah, I know how it is.  When I was your age, I was hard all the time.
When I was in school, I had to carry my books and notebook down in front of
me all the time so nobody could see my bulge.  Nowadays, boys wear
backpacks, and they don't care if their cocks are bulging out for everyone
to see.  Times have sure changed."

I glanced over at him.  "Don't look now, Dad, but you've got a pretty stiff
boner right now."

Dad Grinned.  "Okay, you win.  But just for a little while.  I've got to
get some sleep."

Before Dad climbed into my bed, he turned on the bathroom light and kept
the door ajar to give us a little more light than we'd had the night
before.

As we lay there stroking, our legs were once again pressed together, and my
new-found boldness took over.  I ran my hand over the soft hair on his
thigh.

Dad?  Can I ask you something?

"Listen, Shep, you can ask me anything."

"When you first talked to me, you said something about foreplay.  What is
that?"

"Well, son, foreplay is when two people in bed play with each other to get
themselves really aroused.  They do a lot of kissing and caressing each
other's bodies."

"Do you do that with Mom?"

"Sure."

"What do you do?"

"I play with her nipples with my tongue and lips, and she does the same
with me.  I even play with her cunt with my fingers and even my tongue."

"Does she play with you, too?"

"Of course.  She plays with my hairy balls and loves to suck on them.  I
really love it when I feel her tongue on my asshole.  She even takes my
penis into her mouth and sucks on it.  That really feels good as she takes
the whole shaft down her throat and runs her lips and tongue over it.  I
have to make her stop sometimes because I don't want to cum.  I'd rather
cum when I'm fucking her."

"Have you ever cum, Dad, when you had it in her mouth."

"Oh, sure.  She loves the taste of it."

"Dad, I can't imagine putting a guy's penis in my mouth."

"Oh, it's not so bad, Shep."

"Huh?  How do you know?" I said.

"In my first year in college, I had to go through my fraternity initiation.
There were six of us pledges, and one of the things we had to do was to
suck off some of the active members."

I shook my head.  "That must have been awful."

"No it wasn't.  All six of us found it was kind of fun.  We even had to
swallow their cum."

"Wow."

"Then they made all six of us suck off one another.  I have to say, Shep,
that to feel another guy's lips and tongue around your cock was really
arousing.  Much better than when a woman did it."

"Really?"

"Here, tell me what you think."  Dad leaned over and took every inch of my
five-inch cock into his mouth and ran his lips over the entire shaft for
several minutes.

I couldn't describe the feeling I had.  It was like nothing I'd ever felt.

Dad pulled off.  "Not bad, eh?  The tongue action is what makes the
difference.  Your mother could never get the hang of it."

Dad shook his hard penis.  "Here, you want to see what it's like?"

Pre-cum was bubbling out of Dad's pee hole.  I leaned over and licked it
off and then slid my lips down over his shaft until my nose was buried in
his thick pubic hair.  I could feel his cock head against the back of my
throat.

Dad put his hand on the back of my head.  "Now run your lips over the whole
shaft up to the head.  Now doesn't that feel good, Shep?  Better pull off,
son.  I'm pretty close to cumming."

At that moment, I wanted him to cum.  I wanted to feel my dad's cum shoot
into my mouth and know what it tasted like.  I kept sucking on that
beautiful piece of Dad's manhood and resisted his efforts to pull my head
off of it.

"I'm going to cum, Shep.  You can pull off anytime."

I kept going.  I wanted my dad's cum in my mouth, something that came from
inside of his gorgeous body.  Then it came.  I felt his penis stiffen and
then begin to throb against the roof of my mouth.  Warm and thick, I let it
seep down my throat and into my stomach.  I didn't want to pull off, but
rather lie there until the end of time with his penis in my mouth.  Without
a word, Dad pulled out and promptly went down on my gorged cock again.  I
watched his head bobbing as he sucked furiously the whole length of my
penis.  It couldn't have been more than two blinks of an eye when I felt
the tell-tale cramping in my gut signaling the start of my orgasm.  I felt
my cum surging up the shaft and into his mouth.  I watched his Adams apple
moving up and down as he swallowed my cum.

When it was over, he sat up and smiled down at me.  "I want you to know,
son, about all the sexual pleasures a man can have.  You should never deny
yourself anything that will give you all the pleasure granted to you by the
creator."

"I'll try not to, Dad.  Do you do this with other men?"

"Sometimes, when the opportunity arises.  It's just doing what guys do.
Guys should take their pleasure where guys can find it.  Always remember
that.  It doesn't hurt anybody and it gives a man variety in satisfying his
sexual needs, which as you know, are always nagging at us.  Don't look at
it any other way, son.  If some form of sexual relief presents itself, go
for it."

Dad leaned over and cupped my hairless balls in his hand and kissed me on
the cheek.  "I love you, boy."


The next morning I awoke with Dad still lying beside me and still asleep.
I reached over and gently held his hairy balls.  As I kissed them and ran
my tongue over them, Dad woke up.

"That feels good, Shep.  Are you okay with last night?"

"More than okay, Dad.  Everything is so perfect."

Dad threw his legs over the side and stood up.  He stretched with his arms
over his head.  "I didn't mean to sleep so late.  I'd better hurry to make
the first meeting on time."


I told Dad that I thought I would spend the day walking around Times Square
and not hang around the lobby again.  After he left, I got dressed and went
down to the hotel's café and had some breakfast.  Later, I found a small
bagel shop about a block away and had a bagel for lunch.  As I walked
around, my mind was once again filled with the wonderful things that Dad
had taught me.  At mid-afternoon, I headed back to our room to watch some
TV.

When I approached the room, the door opened and a young man I'd never seen
before came out, followed by my Dad.

"Oh, hi, Shep, we were just going over some papers.  I'll be back shortly."

Dad introduced me to the man and quickly left.  I felt that I was about to
wet my pants and went directly to the bathroom to pee.  I looked into the
toilet and saw two used condoms floating in the water that hadn't been
flushed down.  It didn't take long for me to put two and two together.
Something had happened between dad and that man.  I decided that I would
not ask dad about it, but would wait to see if he told me.  I didn't flush
the toilet after I peed with the hope that he would see the condoms there
himself and feel that he should give me an explanation.  I didn't feel
badly about it.  I was, in fact, rather excited.  Dad said that a guy
should not deny himself any opportunities to pander to his sexual desires.
I turned on the TV and waited for him to return.

At about 5 pm, he walked in the door and went directly to the bathroom to
pee and wash his hands.  When he came out, there was no change in his
demeanor.

"Well, Shep," he said with a smile, "I hope you had a good day walking
around Times Square.  Let me change out of these clothes and we'll go down
to the Stage Deli and get some supper.  They make terrific sandwiches
there."

After we were seated at the Deli and given our order, Dad looked at me for
a long moment.

"Shep, I noticed you didn't flush the toilet after you peed.  So you
obviously saw what was in the water."

I nodded.  In a way, I hated to see my Dad in this awkward and embarrassing
moment.

"Remember, son, I told you that we guys should not deny ourselves any
opportunities to relieve ourselves sexually.  Well, I met John Porter at
the meeting this morning and . . . and we just kind of knew what we were
each thinking."

"It's okay, Dad.  I understand.  I really do.  But . . . but I don't
understand why the condoms."

"Yeah, well . . . let's talk about that when we get back to the room."

We finished our meal, largely in silence, and eventually returned to our
room at about 9 p.m.  I didn't mention the condom situation again, and Dad
still didn't seem inclined to talk about it.  We watched TV for awhile
until Dad suggested we go to bed.  This time he climbed into my bed without
my asking.  I was still determined not to mention the condoms, but rather
ask some other questions I'd been thinking about that might get him to
speak about the condoms.

As we lay next to each other, slowing stroking out cocks, I said, "Dad,
when you first talked to me about sex, you told me that the penis goes into
the woman's cunt and shoots the sperm into her.  But I've never been able
to picture how that's done.  Her cunt's down between her legs and how does
a man get his penis into it where he can push it in and out?

"Well, there are several positions they have to get into in order for this
to happen.  You've seen dogs fucking.  One position is just like that.  The
woman is on all fours or at least where her ass is up off the bed.  The man
then can be on his knees behind her and make a perfect entrance into her
cunt.  Another way is to lie on top of the woman, who spreads her legs and
brings them up into the air.  The man then has a perfect shot into her
cunt."

"Dad, which way do you do it with Mom?"

"I usually fuck her from the front.  But she does sometimes like it from
the rear."

"Dad, isn't there a problem with getting into her asshole by mistake.  You
told me once that the asshole and cunt are close together."

"Well, son, sometimes I get it in her asshole.  She likes to get fucked in
the asshole."

"You mean you purposely fuck her in the asshole?  You said the cunt is very
soft and wet.  But an asshole is so tight.  How do you do it?

Dad laughed.  "Don't forget there's the trusty lubricant.  It makes it slip
right in."

"I can't imagine getting fucked in the asshole.  Wouldn't it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt.  It feels good.  The dildo you had up your ass last
night didn't hurt, did it?"

"No, but . . . a cock would be so much bigger."

"Well, son, the bigger, the better it feels."

"Do you think a big cock feels better in your asshole?"

"Of course I do.  So much better than that dildo.

We lay quiet for many minutes while we continued to stroke.  Dad all but
confirmed it.  He likes to get fucked in the asshole as much as Mom does.
I looked into his face and I could tell he knew what I was thinking.  His
expression told me that he could not go any further without telling me what
happened that afternoon with the other man.

"Okay, Shep, you want to know about the condoms.  I should have told you as
soon as I came back here this afternoon.  I hope you took to heart what I
told you about not denying yourself any opportunity to satisfy your sexual
cravings.  In a word, Shep, we fucked each other."

"In your asshole?"  I felt stupid the moment I asked the question.

"Of course in the asshole.  Where else?"

When I didn't respond, he reached over, put his hand on my cheek and looked
deep into my eyes.  "Oh, Shep, there are so many things you need to learn
about men and their human needs.  Don't turn away from any opportunities
for enjoyment."

"I know what you're saying, Dad, but I don't think I would enjoy doing
that."

"Probably not.  But then, maybe yes."

I ran my hand down into Dad's crotch and took hold of his hairy balls.
"Are you saying I should try it?"

"It's only a suggestion.  What you try is up to you."

I looked into his eyes for a long time.  "I'm afraid it will hurt."

"If it does, we'll stop."  Dad reached over to the bed table for his bottle
of lubricant.  He raised his legs in the air and rubbed some on his
asshole.

"Here, Shep, let me oil up your penis for you.  You can do it to me first.
Now get in front of me.  You can see the target clearly, can't you.  Just
support yourself by your arms and lower yourself down until your penis
touches my asshole.  That's it.  Now push.  It'll open right up for you."

I did as I was told.  I could feel the head of my cock pop right in.  Then
the rest of my hard shaft slipped all the way in.

"Does it hurt, Dad?"

"No, it feels good.  Fuck me, in and out, as hard and fast as you can."

As I pumped my cock into his hole, faster and faster, I looked down into
his face.  He was smiling and his eyes were full of passion and longing.
There was a sweetness about his face.  I couldn't resist leaning over and
kissing his slightly parted lips.  I'd never before kissed my Dad on his
lips.  They were soft and warm.

I was only fourteen and had never fucked anyone, man or woman, before.  But
the sensation of my dad's asshole sliding so tightly over my penis was like
nothing I had ever felt before.  Much tighter than I did with my hand.
Pushing my cock down into my dad's throat was wonderful, but ramming it up
into my Dad's rectum was the ultimate.  For the first time in my life I
felt as though I had complete control over my dad.  I had him locked
beneath me and he couldn't get away.

"I'm going to cum, Dad.  I'm cumming."

"Pound me harder as you cum.  Oh, God!"

As surge after surge of my cum poured into my Dad, I suddenly wished that
my whole body could be sucked into his body through his asshole.  My orgasm
lingered longer than it ever had.

When I finally pulled out of my Dad, he said, "Awesome, wasn't it?  Now
it's your turn to find out what the other side is like."

I was apprehensive, but eager to try it.  Everything Dad had taught me was
good, and I told myself this would be good, too.  It had to be.  I lay on
my back and brought my legs up as he had.

"Shep, the lubricant I used was good, but I'll show you a better way.  I
always prefer to use saliva."

I could hardly believe what he did.  He had me lie on my stomach.  I could
feel him spreading my ass cheeks and then he pressed his face in.  I felt
his tongue on my asshole as he spit as much saliva as he could on it.  He
then swished it all over my asshole with his tongue.

"There now, son, roll over on your back and lift your legs.  Just relax,
I'm not going to hurt you."

I watched his long, fat penis descend into my ass crack.  As he pushed
against my asshole, it hurt a little, but when the head popped in, it felt
good as he pushed the whole length of it into me.  It didn't hurt a bit.
All I felt was the indescribable sensation of his penis passing in and out
of my asshole.  I looked up and saw in his face a look of intense love.  He
pushed his rod into me up to the hilt, and with each downward push, our
pelvises hit together.  I had the feeling I wanted him even deeper inside
of me and I automatically began bucking my hips upward.

"Does it feel good, son," Dad gasped as he pounded harder and harder.

"I love it, Dad.  Can you push deeper?"

Just then, I could feel his hard cock expanding in my rectum, followed by
an intense throbbing.  He started swinging his head from side to side and
growling like a animal.  As the warmth of his cum seemed to spread
throughout my body, he collapsed on top of me.  After a few seconds, he
raised his head and kissed me on the lips, gently at first, and then
ravenously.  I knew at that moment that we were both feeling a love for
each other that transcended the mere love that a father and son would
normally have for each other.  It was as though we had become one body and
soul.  The exquisite sexual pleasure we, as father and son, had given each
other had bound us inescapably together.

We lay there in each other's arms, caressing all parts of each other's
body.  Soon, I was bathing his body with my tongue: his nipples and chest
hair, his dripping penis and balls, his asshole, the soft hair on his
muscular arms and legs, his toes.  As I felt myself about to drift away in
a dream, I felt his tongue sweeping over my own skin, as though he couldn't
get enough of my hairless body.


In the morning, the sun poured in on us.  We said little as we dressed, but
each of us knew what the other was feeling.  After boarding our plane to
return home, I rested my head on my Dad's shoulder and went to sleep.

When we returned home, Mom greeted us with hugs and told us how glad she
was that we were back.  I looked at her and was sure I saw in her face and
the way she kissed him that she was looking forward to have him in her bed
again that night.  As he kissed Mom, he reached around and squeezed her ass
with one hand and her tit with the other.  It was obvious he was glad to be
back with her.  Not long after supper, they went hand-in-hand up to their
bedroom and closed the door.


I awoke with a start when I heard my bedroom door open.  I reached under my
sheet and felt the wet towel I'd used the night before.

Dad stood in the doorway, and was naked, as usual.  He had just come form
the shower.  "Time to get up, sleepy head.  I know it's Saturday, but it's
almost eleven o'clock.  You promised to mow the lawn today and do some
trimming."

"I know, Dad," I said.  "I don't know why I slept so late.  I think I was
dreaming.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I was dreaming."

"Well, Shep, we want to leave the yard looking good before you and I take
our trip to New York on Monday.  We've never taken a trip together.  Just
you and me.  We'll have fun."

As I looked at Dad in the doorway, I felt tears coming to my eyes.  "I love
you Dad."

He stepped over by my bed and tossled my hair.  "I love you, too, buddy.
Now you better get dressed."

As Dad left the room and closed the door, I pushed my face into my pillow
and cried.