Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 23:04:15 -0500
From: Eric L <dad_peter_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 5

I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 5 - 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.

Josh gets credit for his ideas that I used in this Chapter.
Thank you.  Josh is very charming.
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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 5    *IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!*
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Peter's Pleasures / Dad's Woe
(Peter age 10)
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      Then dad turned me around.  I smiled at him.  While I was
      looking down, I saw my dick looked bigger than ever.  Then
      his arms went around me in a nice hug, and he started
      sucking me again.

      "Yeah, dad!"
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I felt it coming--my orgasm.  It felt like something was growing
inside my dick.  It grew fast until I closed my eyes and saw
black and felt wonderful feelings.  I could hardly hear dad
talking.

". . . Hey big boy, that was fantastic!  I felt your dick pulse
very strongly, young man."

I couldn't talk, but I did hear that last part.  I wish I WAS a
big boy or a young man!  And I didn't feel very big.  Dad put me
on my back and rubbed the whole front of me.  His hand felt cool.

"I think you grew a little, Peter," dad said with that warm sound
that means he's really serious and proud of me.

"Grew?" I said, smiling a little.

"Look at your dick."

"Oh, wow."  I put my hand down to feel it.  I was definitely
bigger.  I lifted up to look at it.  "Dad I think that was the
best one, yet!"

"Best?  Best what, son?"

"Dad, you know!  My orgasm!"

"Oh, yes, that!" dad said with his funny grin.  Then I knew he
was fooling.  "You sound too grown-up to be saying that word,
Peter."

"Daaaaaaadd!  You taught me, remember?"  I could see I was making
dad get silly along with me.

"I taught you?  Let's see . . . oh, yes, I think I remember now.
There was a boy . . . looked a lot like you . . ."

Dad grabbed my ankles and lifted me upside down.  Then he bent
over close to my dick and sucked all my things into his mouth.

"Ahhhh!  Dad--ahh, no!  Oh, that tickles!  Noooooooooooo!"

"That's my good boy," dad said, then he went back to tickling me
with his mouth.

After a while, he stopped.  I loved the look of him all out of
breath, right along with me, smiling at me, like he was having
the most fun ever.

"I wish I WAS a bigger boy, like you said!  I don't have any of
the signs you told me, dad."

"Signs?  What signs?"

"You know--cum, hair all around down there and a really big dick
and my voice change."

"Oh, I think I hear your voice sounding lower every day, now," he
said, sounding serious again.

"Really, dad?"

"Of course."  His hand was touching my dick and rubbing it really
slow.

"Oooh, that feels good."

"See what I mean, Peter?  Your hard and ready to cum again.  A
really little boy can't do what you do."

I remember I smiled real hard.  It felt so good to hear dad talk
like that.

"Yeah, thanks dad!  But the bigtime changes are taking forever."

"Peter, don't be concerned.  I think you'll be an early developer
like I was.  That means those changes you're talking about will
happen sooner for you than for most boys.  I think you have more
hair above that very special boy-cock of yours, already.  And
yours is very thick, Peter--I don't think too many ten-year-old
boys have what you have down there.

"Dad--why do you call it a boy-cock?"

"Because it's not a baby dick anymore.  It's more like a big-boy
dick.  It's special because it's you; because you're my son, and
I know how good and beautiful you are--and I love you."  Then dad
hugged me.

"I love you too, dad.  It's just like taking too long."

"It's taking too long to love me?" dad said.

"No, dad!  You know what I mean."

"You think daddy's dick is too long?" he said, with his eyes
really open wide.

Then I just laughed hard and couldn't stop.

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I wore shorts out to dinner.  Dad took me to his favorite Chinese
reasturant.  It was my favorite, too, because they had these
really narrow tables, and me and dad could sit across from each
other with him touching me under the table and no one could see.
I left my underwear off, just like daddy told me.  His fingers
went real, real slow around the head of my dick.

"Oh, uhmm, dad," I moaned.  No one but dad could hear.

"Feel good, Peter?"

"Mmm," I just nodded.

"I'm going to make you cum now," dad whispered, "and you better
not be too noisy, Petey."

"Arrrr---uhhhh."  Whatever dad was doing was like magic--I was
ready to cum.

"Urmmph . . . errff . . . ah!"

"Are you cumming, Peter?"

"Ahhhhhhhh . . . OH!"

"What a good boy."

I don't know why that had to happen right when the waiter was
walking over to our table.

"Energetic boy.  Frisky!" the waiter said.

"Yes, very hard to keep his energy flow down," dad answered.
After he gave our order and the waiter left, dad just smiled at
me.  It was one of his silly grins.

"You should see your face, Peter--it's as red as fire."

"Dad, that was fun, but . . . that wasn't fair."  Then I got the
idea to touch dad and see how he liked it.  I unzipped him real
quick and slid my hand into his boxers.  I squeezed and stroked
him.  Dad got hard really fast.  His face got red, and he got out
of breath.

"Peter what are you doing?" dad said, but he knew what I was
doing.

"Feels good, huh dad?"

"Well yes, Peter, but--"

"How 'bout this?" I said as I slid to my knees under the table
and let half his big bone slide into my mouth.  Dad always tasted
so good.  I wondered if he'd moan loud and other people wouldn't
know why.

"Oh, God, Peter--stop."

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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 5