Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 19:18:22 -0500
From: Eric L <dad_peter_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 - Peter at age 10

I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 - Peter at age 10
A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest   ***ADULT FICTION***
by Eric L.     Email, send to Eric:
dad_peter_story@hotmail.com

THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
It does not represent my actions or anyone else's.  I claim a right
to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have
fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for
entertaining reading and feedback.   --Eric L.
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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2    *IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!*
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PETER AT AGE 10
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      "Petey, I guess that's enough for today."

      Then we stopped touching each other, but it was so good.

      "Ok, dad."

      "That's my good boy," dad said smiling.
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      My dad loves me.  I'm always sure of that.  And I love him,
too, but I also have other feelings for him.  When I see his
chest, I get hard--but when I was little, my hand would go down
there and I would touch myself and squeeze.  The past two years
dad has given me a great sex education, and he says it's not
stopping, it'll keep going.  It's been slow, but good.

Now that I'm ten years old, I feel very grown-up in what I know.
And I know a LOT more than any of the other boys at school.

Every day, I wait for dad to come home and get naked with me, let
me rub myself on him, and he helps me cum with the way he touches
me and moves his body against mine--well, I move, too.  A lot of
times, we start in the shower.  I kinda miss my baths, but dad
and I can do a lot more in the shower.  I can't wait to see dad
cum--he said I could, someday.

My dad is very handsome.  He is 6 feet tall, I think, and weighs
about 175 pounds.  He looks like about 21--which his old but not
really that old.  I love to look at dad's golden skin, dark blue
eyes, and wavy blond hair.  I look a lot like him, I know, but I
don't think I'll ever be as cool and good-looking as dad is.

I still call him 'daddy' sometimes, and it makes me feel really,
really good to call him that.  Sometimes I get a boner calling
him that--and he knows it, too.  It's so cool to watch where his
eyes go when I call him 'daddy' --because he knows I might get
hard.  If he sees me hard then we usually go do something.

But in the shower, I love that I can wash him if I want to.  I
love washing his big dick the most--and that's because when I was
little, I thought it was so cool that it would grow.  I still do,
but now I know more about it.  I think dad's about eight inches
and pretty thick, but not like WAY thick.  I'm about three
inches, but not thick at all.  He's tan and slim because he does
a lot of outdoor work.

The guys at school complain they have to go hide when they wanna
jerk off, and they worry they're gonna get caught.  Not me!  It's
so cool--when I get horny I can go to right to dad!  And if he's
horny he'll come to me and say something.

It's all private stuff, so I don't tell anyone, and that's real,
real important.  I love having a big secret and I'll never tell
anyone else.  I know, it's supposed to be all criminal and
everything, but that can't be really true--dad and I love each
other and feel so good.  We touch each other a lot in the shower.

One Saturday morning, when we had the whole day to do anything we
wanted, we had fun in the shower.  I had to wake him up, first.

"Dad!  Wake up!  Come on!"

"Wha--who?"

"Daaaaaddddeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh, it's you!"

I giggled real hard.  "Yeah!  Who else?"

"I give up, who?"

"Come on, dad!"

"Lemme sleep, five more minutes."

I crawled into bed with him, rubbed his front and back, pulled
his dick out of his boxers, and put mine on top of it.  I rubbed
really good and got daddy nice and hard.  With my hands on his
big chest and my penis rubbing on his, we were both feeling those
good feelings, right away.

"Mphurrff!  Not fair, Peter!" dad said, all muffled through the
covers.

"Ha ha!"

Then I licked his nipples.

"Oh, Petey, uwwwuurrgghh!"  Dad made a funny sound because I
tried something new--I bit his nipples a little, PLUS rubbed
under his balls--both at the same time.

"You make me feel good, dad," I said, knowing that really I was
making HIM feel good, and the new thing I did really got to him,
and that made my boner jump.  So I made sure I kept rubbing it
real good against dad's big dick.  When my boner slipped off, I
rubbed his with my fingers.

"I can make you feel even better," he said, with lots more energy
than before.  I guess he sorta woke up, more.

"I can make YOU feel better."  I was hoping I could.  I mean, I
knew I could make him feel good, but I'm not sure how good.

"Okay, son, let's hit the shower.  My dick can't take much more
of your teasing!"

"Teasing?"

"Yes, and stop pretending you don't know!"

"Why?"

"Because you do know."

"Why?"

"NEVER MIND!"

"Oh."

Then we both laughed.

In the shower, we washed each other, and dad washed my dick and
balls extra good, but in a way that really teased me.
"Ahhh!  Ohhhh, that feels good--mmmmm, oooooo!  Is this what you
mean by teasing?"

"Yes, you know it is, son--now how do you like it?"

"Makes you wanna really cum," I said, even though I couldn't
shoot yet when I came.

"That's the idea."

"What about jerking off?  You keep telling me you'll teach me
later, later.  When's later gonna come, dad?"

"Okay.  Maybe it's today."

"Yay!"

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In the bedroom, I was a little nervous, and stood next to the bed
while dad lay down.

"Pete--come on up."

I climbed up and sat Indian-style, staring at him.

"You look cool, dad."

"Thanks, Peter.  Now I need to tell you something right at the
start.  I'm going to teach you how to do this, but I don't want
you doing it just any old time.  You do it with me, or with my
permission--never when you're by yourself.  You have to promise."

"Okay, dad.  I promise."

"Now take this tube of KY, and smear some on your hands, and put
some on my dick."  Dad already taught me what KY was.

"Dad--I get to jerk you off first?  Yeah!  But um, can't we do
both at the same time?"

"My little horny boy!  Sure, Peter, just this time we can't do it
that way--because this is your first time and I have to teach
you."  That's when I rubbed the stuff on his dick.

Dad was so hard, and he was shaking a little.  His dick was
really red, so I knew he liked the way I was doing it, and I knew
he was really horny like I was.  I put the KY on him like he
said.

It was cold and slippery, and I didn't like the way it felt on my
hand.  But dad seemed real happy to have me put it on his boner.
I let all my fingers just wiggle around, hoping that would feel
good, too.

"Okay--what now?"

"Two hands, Peter, like this," dad said, doing it to himself,
long enough for me to see how I should do it.

My hands weren't big enough to use just one, so I had to use two.
I started copying what he did--used my two hands to stroke up and
down his awesome hard dick.

"OH!  Slow now, Pete, real slow."

This was a lot more fun that rubbing together, but rubbing was
special, too.  I kept stroking and watched daddy's face looking
like it was feeling so good, just like when we rub together.

"Peter, lean back--I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum?"  I knew what cum meant, but I didn't think it could happen
this quick.

"Yes!"

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DAD:  I shot the hardest cum of my life.  A great stream rose up,
hitting Peter in his hair, and on his cheek, more struck him in
the chin, and splattered on his chest.  I loved my son greatly.
I watched and smiled as he giggled with delight at the spurts of
liquid he was seeing.  With Peter and his cute little face and
body, my focus was drawn tightly to him.  There was no way to
fantasize about anything else but his innocent face and perfect
little body--so an orgasm became almost a pure, heavenly thing,
besides being stronger and hotter than any orgasm without him.
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"Wow!  That was so fast, dad!  And all that STUFF!"

"Your hands!  They did it!"

"DAD!  That is SO cool to see!"

"Good.  So, what did you learn?"

"Well, um, I learned that you were right when you said that when
you grow up, your cum shoots out far, and there's lots of it."

"Good.  I get to do it to you now, Peter.  Then you should be
ready to try it on your own."

"Really?  You're gonna . . . do it to ME?

I always liked it when dad touched my dick, but when he spread
the KY on me, I yelled.

"Is it too cold, Petey?"

"Nooo . . . it just feels so good, dad."  Dad was using three
fingers on my dick and I couldn't believe how good it felt.
Dad's other hand was flicking my balls just right.  Pretty soon,
dad was using a lot of fingers on my little bone, and it felt so
good I made noises.  "Urraaghhh . . . ahhhhhh!"  Well, mine
wasn't little, it just looked little next to dad's.

"It's a good thing it's just the two of us Peter--all that loud
noise you're making," dad said, and then he stopped jerking me.

"Dad--no, don't stop!"

"Try it on your own, Peter, see how you do."

"Ahh!  Oh!  Oh, man that's--Ahh!  It's good, but--"  It was good,
but way hard to control.

"Don't worry, Petey--you just have to learn to grab it right.
Here, son--let's wrap that up for a while."

"Wrap it up?  No, WAIT!  Dad--I don't wanna stop!"  But dad put
these big wads of cotton all over my penis.  I couldn't feel
anything.

"Peter--I need you to see how long you can wait before you cum."

"WAIT?  No--no, dad, PLEASE!"

"I have to see how manly you can be by waiting.  You did fine on
all the other man-tests I gave you."

"Dad, no!  I'll be manly on everything but this, okay?  I gotta
finish, really bad!  I can't wait--I can't!"

Dad gave me one of those looks where you know you can't go
against him, or mess around.  I always hated it when he did that.
Then, dad raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, dad.  How long do I have to wait?"

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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2