Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 23:24:04 -0500
From: Eric L <dad_peter_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 6

I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 6 - Peter at age 10
A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest     ***ADULT FICTION***
by Eric L.     Email, send to Eric:
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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.

IN THIS CHAPTER, I have used ideas I got in emails from Josh,
Ole, Don, Larry, and Mike.  Thank you for your emails, your
ideas, and friendship.  Others have also made good suggestions I
used that help the story.  Thank you all.   --Eric
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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 6    *IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!*
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Peter's Pleasures and Woes
(Peter age 10.  Peter will progress to ages 11 and 12 soon.)
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      "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 would look at him to figure out why.

      "Oh, God, Peter--stop."
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But I didn't stop.  I pressed hard and forced another inch of
dad's dick in my mouth.  Then I hummed, because I knew that made
it feel even better.

"Hummmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Oh!  Arrrr!  Argghh!  Peter, no!"

I slid my mouth off his beautiful long bone.

"Dad!  Not so loud," I whispered, then I slid my mouth back on
him.  I loosened my grip on his pole and made squishing sounds
with my mouth that I knew dad could hear.  Then I squeezed my
tongue hard against it, and flicked it on the part of the dick
I knew felt really good.

"OHH!  Jeeezus, ahh!"

I knew daddy was close.  His voice was so strong and deep, it
made me get hard to hear him.  Well, I was hard before, with
dad's penis all hard and wet in my mouth.  I wanted it to feel
special for him.  I wanted to be the one to make him feel really
good.  So I tightened my lips and went up and down him, real
fast, and I flicked my tongue like he taught me.

"OHHhhhhhhhh, yes!  UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" dad moaned just when the
waiter was bringing the food.

That was when dad's hot cream shot to the back of my mouth.  It
was so cool.  I put my tongue a special way, so I could feel it
and taste it there, and swallow it when I was ready.  Daddy was
trying not to moan, but he couldn't help it.

"Oh, geez!  That's some kid you got there.  Hope you share him
someday."

"Aggbbrrffff, oof, orm, oh yes, tharrrmmnk you," dad said.

"What a cool kid!" the waiter said, avoiding dad's eyes as he put
the food on the table.  I could look up through a crack in the
table and see him.

"Lucky guy!" the waiter said.

I stayed quiet till the waiter left.  He was a really good-
looking guy, and I'm not sure how old but maybe like a high
school or college boy, I think.  I peeked out from the table and
he had a nice smile and he touched his dick like it was getting
hard.  I wondered if his dad showed him what to do when that
happens.  Then I wanted to see the boy naked, but I didn't tell
dad that.  Finally the waiter was far away so I could talk.

"Dad, how was that?" I said, getting up and back into my seat.

"Very good, Peter.  But not good that you did it in public, and
kept going even after I told you to stop."

I knew, right then, I was in trouble.  "Are you going to share
me?  What did he mean?"

Dad explained that he wasn't going to share me and not to think
about that.

"By not stopping when I asked you to, you earned yourself a
spanking, young man."

"Daaad!  You can't mean that.  I'm still little, but I'm too old
to be spanked."  When I looked at dad, I could tell what his
answer was.

"I do mean it, Peter.  I'm not going to torture you, but--"

"I know THAT!"

"But I am going to give you a little bit of discomfort so you'll
have something to think about the next time you want to disobey
me, or one of our rules."  Dad always said that.

"Okay, dad."  Dad's spanking never really hurt bad.  But I
decided the less I said now, the better.

"That's a good, brave boy, Peter."

"But I still made you feel good right?  So there was some good in
it, right?"

"Technically, yes, Peter--and you did it well."

"Dad, you remember when you--um, you know when you had your
tongue on my butt?"

"Yes, how did that feel?"

"It felt really great!"

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I didn't know that part of you could feel good."

"It feels especially good for men and boys.  There are other
things that I can do there that will feel good to you, son."

"Can you do some to me, tonight?"

"Sure, Peter."

"Cool!"

"After your spanking."

"Oh.  Okay.  Like what kinds of things?"

"You'll see."

"Oh."  When dad said 'you'll see' it was kinda like a dead end.
"Dad--when you say that, I never really get to SEE, though."

"Okay, Peter," dad said, as he took a pen and started to draw on
a napkin.  Pretty soon, he needed more napkins.

Dad drew a lot of pictures--he told me they were sketches--all
showing things he could do to make me feel good on my butt.  I
thought dad drew really good pictures.  I knew about fucking from
pictures I saw in my internet surfing, but dad didn't draw any of
those.  I wasn't supposed to say 'fucking.'  Dad wanted me to say
copulate or penetrate.  But if I asked, he usually let me say
'fucking.'

"What's this one, dad?"

"The man is behind the boy, and the man's erection is pressing up
against that area of the boy."

"On the hole?"

"Yes, or close to it."

"Oh, wow!"  Then I felt dad's hand go up my shorts leg, and he
touched my dick.

"Talking about this made you hard, Peter, didn't it?"

"Yeah--I mean, yes, dad.  I know it feels good, that's why."  I
was really hard.

Then he pulled his hand back, and slid his fingers all around
back there, and pressed in a little.  I jumped.

"Peter, I imagine right now you're feeling some very good--"

"Oh, yeah, dad!  Oh . . . oh, God!"

"That's enough.  We'd better eat now, son."

I hated that he stopped.  While we ate, dad drew a new picture.
I knew what it was.

"That's copulation!"

"Right, Peter."

"But I didn't see it like that before."

"What's different?"

"The boy's on his back and legs are up and back, and they're
kissing."

"Very good, Petey!  Now what do you think of that?"

"I think it's better that way--so you can touch and kiss.  And
see each other.  That's cool."

"Are you afraid to copulate?"

"No, you told me a lot about it."

"But you know, it will be a while before you're--"

"I know, dad!  Before I'm ready for it."

"Right, son.  That's for your own good."

"I'm already stretched and ready, dad."

"What are you saying, Peter?"

"You taught me all about it, so I took your rubber dick and used
it real slow, every day a little more, and now I'm ready."  Dad
looked really surprised when I said that.

"Son, uh--"

"Dad, don't get scared--just put your fingers in me."

He did, really slow.  I was still greasy there because I just
practiced before we went out to dinner--while I was waiting for
dad to get ready.  Dad had his finger way up inside me.

"Dad, don't be afraid!  Try more fingers.  OH!  Wow that felt
good."

Dad kept looking at my face while he slid more fingers in me.  By
the time he had three in, he looked really nervous.  I was
jumping all around, he made it feel so good.

"Peter--you got yourself fairly loose, son.  You did this all by
yourself?"

"Yup!  Did I do good, dad?"

"Yes--very good, Peter.  But even though it's just a five-inch
dildo, it can be dangerous to play with yourself back there when
you're new at this--so promise me, from now on you'll only play
or stretch back there when I can supervise, okay?"

"Sure, dad.  I just wanted to surprise you--to be ready."

After that, dad ate really fast, and we got home early.

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"It's time for your spanking, Peter."

I knew I had to be naked.  I just undressed and got over dad's
lap.  He spanked me with his hand.  It stung, but it didn't
really hurt.  I thought it felt pretty good.

"There, now," Dad said, "stand up and lets see that butt.  Yes,
nice and red."

"Dad, it really didn't hurt," I said, turning around to face him.

"Yes, Peter, I can see that now.  You're hard!  And you're a
little bigger than you've ever been.  Peter--I think you're
growing.  I think you may be starting puberty!"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"  I kept bending over and looking at my
dick.  It really was bigger.  I didn't see any extra hair,
though.

But then it was back to business.  Dad spanked me again, this
time it did hurt, but not real bad.

"Owww!" I said on the third slap.

"Does it hurt that badly, Peter?"

"No, but I don't wanna be spanked anymore."  I thought the way I
said that was real, real grown up.

"Peter--spanking is punishment for when you do something wrong.
The only way to never get punishment is always to do everything
right--then, you'd have to be perfect.  No one can be perfect."

"No.  But I don't like getting spanked."

"Then think of another punishment, Peter.  I'm not finished with
you yet."

"I don't know, dad."

"What's the worst thing you can think of?"

"What do you mean 'worst thing'"?

"Think of all the different feelings you've had in the last few
months--which do you like the least?"

"Oh.  That's easy.  It's when you make me wait to cum--and it's
like I can't stand it."

"Then that will be your punishment.  But first come here."

Dad had me help him get naked.  I was already naked.  Then he
held me and kissed me.  He felt so warm and so good.  I wrapped
my hand around his dick--it was already hard.  I licked it a
little, and that made him moan.

Then daddy had me sit on the bed and tied my hands behind my
back.  I was so scared he would tickle me, but thank God he
didn't.

"You know I love you Peter, even if this a little weird."

"Yeah.  I love you, too, dad."

"Okay, Peter.  Your hands are tied back there so you can't touch
yourself," dad said, as he got the KY stuff out, and put some on
his fingers.

Then he put his thumb and two fingers on the tip of my dick.
That felt so good!  He was barely touching it, and moving his
fingers around so slow.

"Urrmmmmmfffff!  Mmmmmmm!"  I was jumping and my body was jerking
on its own.  If felt good, but I could hardly stand it.
"UH!  OH!  OH!"

"Feel good, Peter?"

"Oh!  Oh, yeah, but--"

Then he touched less and less.  He had just the tip of one finger
going around the really wide part of my dick--just when it was
feeling good.

"Dad, no--uhhhhh!  Do more!  Ahh!  Don't stop!"

Dad took his hand all the way off.

"Dad, no!"

"I'll be back a little later."

"No, no, dad!!  Don't leave . . . . Come back!"

He had to be fooling, he HAD to be!

"Daaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

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CHAPTER END:  I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 6 (of lots, I hope)

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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 6