Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 10:31:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Keith Cullem <_KCMO32@excite.com>
Subject: Jackin Dad

Jackin Dad
By Keith Cullem


My brother and I shared a room until I was almost 13.
What I'm going to share here is a morning ritual that I now
realize is pretty incredible.  I thought you guys might enjoy
hearing about it.

We had double bunk beds, Brian's was perpendicular to
mine and since I'd had bouts of sleep walking slept on the
bottom bunk (duh).  My dad always woke me around 6:00
am in the morning dressed in his boxers and t-shirt, to get
me up for school.

The all time thing I hated most in life was getting up early
in the morning.  I would usually stay in bed as an extra
15/20 minutes until my dad lost his patience and would
physically drag me out of bed or leave the bedroom light
on.  I could have easily slept 10 hours a night.

My brother Brian could sleep through a train wreck, so he
never woke up, but I would always grudgingly throw back
the covers and tromp down the hall with my little piss hard-
on sticking straight out in my little jockey shorts.  My eyes
stinging from the light.

My dad would be in the kitchen making breakfast and in an
effort to help me wake up - started drinking mild coffee at
the age of 10.
Anyway, I'm not sure why it started other than an attempt
to get me out of bed, but starting when I was 11 my Dad
would come into my room, kneel down and reach under the
covers and grab my morning hard-on.

Sometimes he'd make jokes about my little `pup tent', but
other times he would just absently feel me up like it was no
big deal.  Being still half-asleep I didn't even notice he was
doing it many times, but after a while caught on.  It didn't
seem nasty or gross, just a bit weird.  In the morning's
though I would start to turn on my side or roll over on my
back, but inevitably my dad would reach between my legs
or reach under me and grab my little dick.

I must admit it worked because I started waking up as soon
as he entered my room.

I remember the morning everything changed though.  It
was the weekend and my brother and I had just been to a
softball game the night before, so I was pretty tired.  It was
also a Saturday and I didn't have school.

Around 6:00 am my Dad came in my room, bent over and
slid his hand down the front of my shorts.  I don't think at
that point I was even hard, but I remember waking up
feeling him fondling me.  I rolled over and told him to go
away like I usually did, but this time he persisted.  I
remember raising up to see him staring down at my crotch.
He then took his other hand and pushed me back down in
bed.  His hair was all messed up and he looked like he'd
just woke up.

"Dad!" I said trying to resist him.

"Shhhhhh" was all he said putting his finger to his lips.  He
then reached down and pulled my shorts down to my knees
and gently began jacking me.  This was definitely different
from anything he'd ever done before and it was obviously
sexual.  In no time I had a raging hard on - all 4 inches of
it.  My dad just kept feeling me up, rubbing my cock shaft,
grabbing and squeezing the head, and then massaging my
smooth balls.

I remember just laying there watching him not believing
this was really happening and hoping my brother didn't
wake up.  I remember how intense he looked as he
examined my cock turning it this way and that and I must
admit that after several minutes of him squeezing and
jerking on my cock I was in heaven.

"Just relax." My Dad whispered and grinned.  I did as he
said and just closed my eyes while he played with me.

"Does that feel good?" He asked me still bending over me.

I nodded yes still not believing this was happening.

Soon he had a nice rhythm going and it was all I could do
to keep from moaning out loud.

Suddenly he stopped and I opened my eyes to see him
standing by the side of my bed.  The front of his shorts
stuck straight out and I remember feeling a rush of
excitement.

I remember him looking down at me, then reaching up and
shoving down his underwear to his ankles.  His 7 inch cock
sprang straight up and I remember gasping in surprise.  The
thing was all shinny and veiny and I remember how big the
mushroom head looked.  A lot bigger than the rest of his
cock.  I wondered if that was what a dick was supposed to
look like.  I remember all the hair around it just being so
mesmerized that I was speechless.

"Touch it" my dad said grabbing the base of his dick and
shaking it at me.

I reached up and just grabbed a hold of his cock head.  It
was hot and rubbery and sent an electric shock through my
entire body.

My dad just groaned and pumped his hips forward.  When I
touched it the whole thing seemed to swell and get harder.
There was clear stuff coming from the end and running
down the shaft.

"Here, hold it like this." My dad said taking my hand and
wrapping it around the shaft just beneath the head.  "Now
move your hand back and forth.  Do me like I was doing
yours."

I did as my dad said noticing his big balls swinging
between his legs as he swayed back and forth into my
pumping hand.  I must admit I was really turned on.
Suddenly my dad grabbed my hand tight scaring me.  The
veins popped out in his neck and his eyes were closed.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned once as he shoved his
hips toward me.  Suddenly his cock erupted and he blew his
fucking load all over me.  I remember it got in my hair, on
my face, on my bed  - but most of it landed on my chest.  It
felt hot and wet and smelled really funny.

After he was done, my dad just looked down at me and
grinned.

He reached over and gave my cock a few wanks and then
disappeared.  He came back with some Kleenex from the
bathroom and I could already feel his cum drying on my
chest.

He then bent down and whispered in my ear that he loved
me.  I still didn't have the nerve to tell him what I was
thinking.  That I wanted him to play with me some more.
To stroke on my dick  and I waited eagerly from the next
morning to come, even though he didn't come in for almost
a week later.

From that point on, until I was 13 we set up a ritual more of
less.  We'd have sex in the morning before anyone got up.
I loved seeing him jack off his hard cock and watching him
cum.  Several times he even got in the bed with me.

He also started oral sex which was pretty incredible.  Just
seeing my dad's head down between my legs sucking my
dick drove me wild and I'll never forget my first taste of
adult cock and the way my dad went nuts when I sucked
him.  We did 69 a lot, but my dad's favorite was for him to
stand over me while he jacked off and while I played with
his hairy balls.  Just massaging them back and forth was all
he wanted and he'd cum like crazy.  We got a method
going where he would shoot sideways instead of messing
up my bed.  We never had anal sex though.  There were a
couple of times he played with and looked at my asshole,
but that was it.  I remember him walking away after he'd
cum to go into the bathroom and seeing his hairy butt
bouncing as he moved.  After awhile he'd just bring a cum
rag with him.

To this day I'm not sure why it all started.  He and my
mom were happily married and still are.  I don't know if
my dad is gay or bi, but I do know I want to bring it up
some day.  I started cumming soon after we started our
little games and my dad loved to get me off, although most
of the time he was the only one who came.  When I was 13
we moved into a bigger house and I got my own room.  I
actually thought we'd get to do a lot more now that I didn't
have to worry about Brian, but that was when it all stopped.

I was really bummed out for awhile and depressed and
started fantasizing about him from that point on.
Sometimes I even wished my little brother would have
woken up and jacked off thinking about us having a 3 way..
God that would have been hot!
Anyway,  I'm a gay male now and don't regret what
happened in the least.  I was attracted to men as early as I
can remember and still get off remembering back to having
sex with my dad.  It' s still the best sex I've ever had.

Needless to say,  I no longer have trouble getting up in the
morning.

:o)

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