Date: Fri, 05 Jun 1998 02:07:19 PDT
From: chris <cadons@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kneeling for Dad

This is a story about sex between two men. Do not read it, if you are 
offended by it, if you are under age, etc...


Kneeling for Dad
by cadon

One night, when I got home late from a party it happened. I was 17 at 
that time and did not have any sexual experience at all.
I had been dating some girls, but it had never really been to my 
satisfaction and had never slept with anyone of them. My Dad 
is in his forties and still very attractive. He is in the army
and a very straight guy. I had been attracted to him for a long time, 
but had never dreamed to imagine what happened that night.

I had been out and returned home sometime well after midnight. I left my 
car in front of the house and silently opened the door. I did not
want to wake anyone up, so I also took off my shoes. The house was dark
and silent. I took my coat of and flung it over a chair. Suddenly a 
noise broke through the silence and from the kitchen I saw the 
dimm light of the fridge. 'Someone of the family was in the kitchen and
getting himself a midnight treat' I thought. Whoever it was must have 
heard me, in spite of my attempts to be silent. So I went to the
kitchen to see who it was. By the time I reached the door, the light
was gone and I could only see the outline of someone standing in front
of the fridge. Through the darkness we were staring at each other. 
Neither of us said a word. All I could hear was the person breathing.
It was odd, because normally we would have greeted each other or said
something else, but we just stared at each other. 

I walked closer until I was standing right in front of him. Now I could 
see, that it was my Dad. We were looking straight into each others eyes.
He was only wearing his boxers and I could make out a bulge in them. 
His muscular torso shone in the light that came from the street and 
there were little drops of sweat all over him. He saw that I was looking 
at him and that my cock was getting hard in my jeans, too. He was 
breathing heavier. 
I knew that I had interrupted him doing something. 
Everything was silent around us. 

Then slowly, he placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt him pushing me 
down. I gave way and slowly went to my knees. My face felt the heat of
his body. The smell of his sweat reached my nose and got straight to my 
head.
I breathed heavily against his chest and felt my own cock throbbing in 
my pants. Finally I was on my knees, with his boxers right in front 
of me. I took a deep breath. The smell of his sex was in the air. I 
looked up at him and saw that he was watching me. His right hand was 
still on my shoulder. His left was now caressing my cheek and slowly
moved to my chin. He inserted his thumb into my mouth and opened my 
mouth wider. "Pull 'em down", he whispered. Although I could 
barely hear him I knew it was a command. I lifted my hands 
grabbed his boxers on both sides. In the dimm light that found its
way from the streetlights through the window my Dads eyes got a little
spark in them. I looked him right into the eyes when I pulled his boxers 
down to his anchels.  I moved my face closer to him and suddenly felt 
his cockhead brushing the right side of my mouth.  

With one hand, my dad was still holding my chin, with the other he
touched the back of my head and forced me onto his crotch. I took
a deep breath when I my nose was in his pubic hair and inhaled the
smell of his sex, sweat and semen. Then he pulled me back and looked
down at me again. The expression on his face was serious. Almost a 
little grim and full of pure, raw lust. His mouth was open a little and 
I could hear him breathe heavily.
His prick was incredible. Nine inches at least, straight, thick and 
clean. His cock was uncut and his foreskin was revealing a perfect 
mushroom head, covered with pre-cum.

The only light in the kitchen came from outside. We were two male 
figures in the dark. Father and son. One kneeling in front of the other 
with the dick in his face. Through the dark we were still looking at 
each other. Fixed on the other ones eyes.

He opened my mouth with his hand and his grip on my chin tightened. He
placed the huge mushroom head of his prick on my tongue. I licked it. 
With his other hand he began to stroke his huge prick, never
taking his eyes off me.

Silently he jacked his prick in strong,
eager stokes. His face did not change. I did nothing. With my open
mouth I waited for his load tasting the drops of pre-cum, that floated 
from his tool. We still looked each other in the dark. His strokes got 
faster and his breathing heavier. Still there was silence around us and 
other than his breath there was no noise at all. In this silence his 
thighs started twitching. Suddenly his grip on me got tighter and in his 
eyes I could see that he was about to come. 

It went fast. He hardly moved. There was no noise at all.
His load hit me at full force. As I looked deep into my Dad's eyes I 
felt his sperm spurting into my mouth. Felt it on my tongue and running 
down my chin. My mouth was flooded with his sweet juice and I gave my 
best to catch every single drop.
When the taste of him hit me, I released my load, too. I had not even
touched my cock, but felt the warm liquid filling my pants and 
surrounding my dick.
His semen was creamy and sweet and his load was just incredible. It 
seemed to go on forever. Some of the spurts hit my cheeks and my face 
was covered with his jizm immediately.

His right hand was hanging limb at his side, with the left he was still 
holding my chin. His cum was running from my mouth over his hand. He 
held me as if I was some sort of tray and his look had something 
indifferent about it.

For a moment nothing happened. He could not take his eyes from the
jizm, that he had just shot into his son's mouth and that was still
surrounding my tongue and shining in the dimm light. His thumb moved
through the mixture of my saliva and his sperm in my mouth.
Finally his hand let go of my chin. He looked at it and licked off the 
cum, that was on it. He did not seem to realize where he was, or what he 
was doing.

When I opened my eyes again he was gone. All that he had left were his
boxers lying in front of me and the taste of his cum in my mouth. 
I sat there in the dark kitchen on my knees and could hardly 
believe what had happened to me. I probably sat there for quite a while.

My Dad never mentioned this night and his behaviour did not change 
either. He acted as if nothing had happened. In a way I am thankful for 
it, but he has lit a fire in me, that is getting more and more difficult 
to bear. 


Kneeling Again
by cadons

One of the other cool times with my Dad happened after one of his army 
camping weekends. It must have been about two years later, so I was 
about 19 or 20. I had sucked him some other times after parties, when I 
got home and he had been waiting for me. 
We always did it in the dark and never said a word.

So this one day my Dad had been gone for a weekend on a camping trip 
with some of his army buddies. They had spent the day out and when he 
entered the house he was covered with dirt and sweat. He left his bag 
next to the entrance, took his shoes off and came into the living room. 
I was lying on the couch watching some television show when he came in. 
I even remember eating chips, that had been one day too old, but I had 
not found anything else in the house. 

He asked me where my brother and my Mom were and I told him, that they 
had left to visit some friends that night. He mumbled something and left 
the room. I heard him going upstairs and decided to follow him. There 
was nothing more sexy than his dirty, sweaty, naked body and I wanted to 
see it. When I was on the stairs I could hear him unbuckle his belt, 
which almost gave me an instant hard-on. He had not closed his door and 
when I passed it to get to my own room I heard him say my name. I 
stopped and asked what he needed. So he said I knew very well what he 
needed and that I should come in and not ask questions. So after a 
moment of hesitation I slowly pushed the door to my parents bedroom 
open. It was empty, but the door to the bathroom was open and someone 
turned on the shower. I stood in the door and stared at the open 
bathroom door for a minute. I could not believe, that my Dad  wanted me 
to suck him in bright daylight with the danger of my Mom and brother 
coming home... Finally I moved towards the bathroom and stood in the 
next door, this time staring at the shower and the body I could make out 
in it. It was incredible. He is was so well built and was incredibly 
sexy with his short army haircut. With his demanding voice he asked me 
what I was waiting for. It was this tone of voice, that sounded funny, 
but was really without mercy. Within seconds I had taken my clothes off 
and entered the shower stall.

Hot water was running down from above. It hit my hair and quickly soaked 
it running further down my body, over my nipples, my bellybutton and my 
hard cock and further. My Dad turned towards me and looked down at my 
cock and then into my eyes with a grin on his face. His own cock was 
only half hard. It touched my leg when he moved, wich turned me on even 
more. There was not that much room in the shower, so we stood pretty 
close to each other. Both of us were completely wet.

Without saying another word I took the soap and washed the dirt off my 
Dad's skin. First I cleaned his torso and moved further down his body. 
My lips and tongue licked the parts that were already clean and I sucked 
on his nipples. He leaned back against the wall and pushed his hips 
towards me, as my lips went further down, past his bellybutton and I 
went down on my knees.

With the soap in my hand I was cleaning his now hard prick running it 
over the shaft and around his balls. I even let the soap run through his 
asscrack, sort of rimming him, which he did not abject to. His hands 
found the back of my head and as my lips touched his cockhead he let out 
a moan. This time we did not have to be careful that someone could hear 
us. The moan mixed with the noise of the water running down from above. 
The slippery soap excaped my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud 
noise. I went further down on his cock. The water and my saliva made it 
slippery and I eagerly sucked his pre-cum out of his cockhead. My hands 
closed around his asscheeks and pulled him closer. His cock went further 
and further down my throat. I took as much as I could. My Dad gave 
another moan and looked at his son, kneeling in front of him, sucking on 
his tool. His hands ran through my wet hair. The water was still hot and 
raining down on us with full force and I heard the hard breath of my 
father.

I let go of the cock and caressed his balls with my tongue. I took one 
at each time and sucking and biting them a little. My Dad pulled on my 
hair and forced me closer to his crotch. His movements were getting more 
forceful and I felt the tension of his musceles. He let out load moans, 
which really turned me on. I did not dare to touch my throbbing cock, 
because I did not know, what he would say and I was already close to 
cumming anyways.

Then one of my Dad's hands let go of my hair and started to jack his 
prick. My mouth did not let go of his cockhead and I looked up at him as 
his grunts and moans got louder and louder and echoed in the bathroom. 
His mouth was open and his head thrown back. His hand was jacking his 
cock like crazy. Without even thinking about it one of my hands on his 
asscheeks moved and one finger touched his asshole. That set him off.

He let out a loud scream and sent his cum flying into my mouth.

My mouth was flooded immediately and I swallowed my Dads sweet jizm. He 
watched from above, still moaning as he sent spurt after spurt into his 
son's throat. His mouth was open and the water was running down his 
lips. He was still jacking his prick releasing every little drop of 
white, thick cum into my throat. 

As I was still recovering from the taste in my mouth he suddenly pulled 
me up and I found myself standing in front of him with his cum running 
from my mouth. He looked at me with the blank expression of his and 
suddenly pushed his tongue into my open mouth. It was not really a kiss, 
but he just licked off his own cum from my tongue. 

That was, what it took for me and my hips twitched as I shot my load 
onto my Dads crotch and half hard cock. I was almost loosing 
consciousness. With amazement he looked at my load, but the water was 
washin it away quickly. 

He cleaned himself quickly and left me in the shower by myself again. 

It was the closest I ever got to his ass - never tried it again - and he 
never tasted his own cum again. I love the taste of his cum and right 
now that's all I need.


Send comments, suggestions, experiences, questions to: 
<cadons@hotmail.com>. Thanks boys. *Chris