Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 13:49:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Helping out Dad, Part 3

Dad and his cock was all I could think about. Despite the danger involved
in it all, I began jacking him off and sucking him off on a regular
basis. I couldn't help myself and I loved the taste of his cum.

One evening, Dad came home early. He told me he needed to talk to me. My
heart raced at what the possible subjects were. I didn't think he would
be revealing that he knew about my nighttime activities with him.

He started off telling me that recently he had been feeling a great deal
less stressed. He said at first he thought he was having wet dreams
again, but after a while he realized he had been cumming, but there was
no evidence on the sheets. I sat there silent, unsure what I should say,
if anything.

He went on to tell me he eventually began to think I had been involved in
some way, but wasn't sure. He then told me he had borrowed some
equipment from a friend of his and began to videotape us at night. I must
have turned white as a ghost when he said that. He then got up, popped in
a video tape. It showed a scene from just the other night, where I had
sucked Dad's cock and then jacked off myself.

"Thomas," he said. "What the hell were you thinking."

I began to sputter. I told him it started off because I just wanted to
help him. Then it got to the point where I loved it so much, I couldn't
help and I couldn't stop.

"You liked sucking my cock?" he asked. I answered honestly, telling him
that I loved it greatly. I said I didn't want to be with any other guy,
just him.

He told me he wasn't angry with me and he was grateful I had just wanted
to help him. Then he said it couldn't happen again, because it was
wrong. I knew better than to argue with him. He assured me he would take
care of his sexual desires from then on.

Dad began jacking off after that. I knew he was doing it when his showers
took ten minutes longer than they had before. As much as I wanted to
share that with him, I didn't say another word.

Then, several weeks after our talk, Dad came home early again. He had a
videotape and asked if I minded if he put it in. I said I didn't mind
and we sat down on the couch to watch it. It turned out to be a porn
flick and started off with a guy eating a chick's pussy and then fucking
her hard.

I was immediately hard and I could see Dad was too. I wanted to pull out
my cock, but wasn't sure if Dad would approve. However, he ended up
unzipping his pants and pulled out his hard cock. I did the same, and we
slowly stroked our pricks at the same time. I watched him out of the
corner of my eye.

Then he started to talk. He said even though he had been jacking off a
lot lately, he wasn't getting the same relief as when I had been doing
it for him or sucking him off. I said nothing.

"I was thinking," he said. "I was thinking maybe it isn't such a bad
thing for you to do what you did as long as we both know that neither one
of us is gay. And, of course, if you don't mind doing it. I wouldn't
ever force you into something you didn't want to do."

"I don't mind at all," I said.

"Well, I suppose it is okay then."

I didn't hesitate for another second. I was quickly between his legs,
his cock in my hand. I stroked him for a moment and then began to lick
him before taking his cock into my mouth.

Damn, I loved sucking his cock and I finally got what I had wanted
before. I got my Dad urging me on.

"Oh, yeah, Thomas," he said "That feels so fucking good. Yeah!"

His hands went to the back of my head and he began to push my face deeper
onto his cock as he thrusted his hips upwards. I took his entire cock
down my throat and he started really giving it to me.

Dad face fucked my hard and I never gagged once. I stroked my own cock as
I sucked his cock.

"Damn, yeah!" Dad moaned and groaned. "Suck my cock, son. Yeah, boy.
That's it eat my dick. Eat the whole thing."

I loved the way he talked to me and it got me even harder. I felt Dad
getting ready to cum and I sucked him harder. He face fucked me even
faster, and when he came it was another fucking huge load.

Dad shot his cum down my throat and I sucked. I came myself when the
first load hit the back of my throat. I drank all of Dad's cum and kept
his cock in my mouth until he went limp.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. I could tell a wave of
guilt hit Dad. He stood, pulled up his pants, stopped the movie and then
claimed he had somewhere to go and he was gone.

And so it began. Dad would avoid sexual contact with me for weeks,
jacking off in the bathroom frequently. I would know he was ready for him
to please him again when he brought home a straight porn movie. It was
like he could excuse me sucking him off as long as he was watching
straight sex.

I played along with him and didn't pressure him until he was ready. But
when I did get his cock, I made it last as long as I could. I drew out
the moment, sucking him until almost the point of cumming and then
pulling back. I could get our time to last for several hours and when he
did cum it was a fucking explosion.

He never minded my jacking off and even let me do it on his cock on time.
He claimed he just wanted me to be satisfied as well. It never went
beyond me sucking him off and me jacking off. Though I desperately wanted
more.