Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 22:11:13 -0400
From: Cole Smith <turgidtraveler@gmail.com>
Subject: A lonely father and his young son.

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DISCLAIMER:  The following is a work of pure fiction based off a
series of unusual encounters I have had with my own father in my
youth.  If sex between a father and his son offends you or is illegal
where you live then don't read this.
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	When I was still a young child something odd happened in my house.
My mother moved out of my parent's bedroom and into one of the guest
rooms on the other side of the house.   Other than that things seemed
to be normal.  Mom cooked dinner, though less often as she was often
out playing bridge with her girlfriends our serving on various local
committees.   It wasn't until I was much older I understood that my
Roman Catholic parents had decided that they were not meant to be
married to each other but because of their faith they refused to
divorce and face the scandal.  So they kept up the appearance of a
normal marriage while secretly living separate lives.  Oddly enough
they didn't fight and got along just fine.  I guess in the end they
made better roommates than they did husband and wife.
	Dad ran his own landscape company and often came home dirty, sweaty
and smelly.   He would come in, kick off his mud caked boots, pop open
a beer, and stretch out in his recliner and watch TV.  Mom used to
complain about it but after their quasi-separation, dad set up a small
living room for himself in the basement complete with large TV, comfy
chair and mini fridge where he kept his beer leaving the upstairs to
mom's devices.  This continued on for years though I believe it began
to have an effect on my dad.  He took to drinking more beer and would
often pass out drunk on his recliner in the basement and he had vast
amounts of porn mags and videos strewn about the place with crusty
rags around the chair.  I used to sneak in when dad was out and look
at the videos and magazines.  I didn't know much about sex but at I
knew it to be dirty and I liked it.  I also knew I liked looking and
the men in the videos more than I liked looking at the naked women and
wondered if my daddy looked like them too.
	One night after I had gone to bed I snuck downstairs and silently
crept behind a table to spy my dad watching a porn on the TV while he
played with his willie.  From my point of view I couldn't see much but
I could see his hand moving up and down and hear his moans as he
talked to the women on the TV.   Now again I was rather innocent and
fairly pre-sexual but I knew enough to know my dad was what you'd call
a man's man.  He was about six feet tall and pretty brawny from all
the hard work he did for a living.  He had short black hair on his
head and thick curly hairs that spread on his arms, chest, stomach and
legs and big bushy armpits that stank when he came home from work.
Whenever daddy came home I loved to run up to him and bury my face in
his shirt and smell him.  Sometimes I would sneak one of his dirty
shirts and take it to bed with me just so I could smell him.  Doing so
often made my little prick hard and tingle but I never quite
understood why.
	One night I was downstairs with my dad after my mom had gone to bed.
Dad was sitting in his chair without a shirt and in just his dirty
carpenter pants drinking a beer as usual.   Mom had make me take a
bath earlier so I was running around the house in my Spiderman
underwear and wandered down to the basement and crawled in dad's lap
as he watched TV and kept flipping through the channels.

	After a while I had fallen asleep but some time later I awoke to the
familiar sounds of a moaning woman from one of dad's dirty movies.  I
barely opened my eyes and watched as a man was sticking his big prick
between the moaning woman's legs and moving in and out.  I watched for
a while and felt something hard and slightly uncomfortable underneath
me.  It took me a while but I finally realized daddy's prick was hard
and I was sitting on it.  Knowing this made my own little prick hard
and it poked up my underwear a bit.  Dad's hand was on my legs and his
rough hands were making small circles as he moved up and down my
thigh.  I looked at my dad and smiled.

	"Sorry, sport," dad said with a shaky voice.  "Don't tell you mom I
was watching this with you in the room.  She'd have my hide," Then dad
reached for the remote and started to turn the TV off.

	I reached out my hand to stop his and said with a somewhat whiney
tone, "No dad, I like to watch these movies."

	Dad chuckled slightly, "So you're the reason my movies are never at
the same place where I left them huh," dad said bemusingly.  "Well
alright I guess.  A boy needs to eventually learn about sex.  This is
just between us men, okay?"

	"Okay, daddy." I replied happily and snuggled deeper into his hairy
chest.  After a few minutes I asked, "Daddy, what are they doing to
each other?"

	"Well, son, " dad responded in a fatherly tone.  "They're having sex."

	"Sex?" I said with a curious look on my face.  "What's that?"

	Dad responded, "Well sex is what a man and a woman do to make babies."

	"Oooooh." I responded with eyes as wide as saucers.  "They're making
babies right now?"

	Dad chuckled again and shook his head before taking a swig from his
beer and responding.  "No they're not making babies.  You can have sex
to make babies or you can have sex just to have sex.  You see sex
feels really good and it's nice to make people you care about feel
good and they make you feel good.  See.  Watch was is about to
happen."

	As dad said this the man on the TV starting shoving his prick in the
woman even harder and the muscles in his arms and legs strained as if
he was in a lot of pain or something.  Then he pulled his prick out of
from between the lady's legs and started squeezing it.  Then white
stuff shot out from his prick and onto the woman's tummy before he
fell onto her while breathing heavily.

"There," dad pointed at the TV with an excited tone to his voice,
"there that man just came and that feels really, really good.  And
when you come that white stuff shoots out of your little soldier down
there and that's called jizz."

"Wow!" I said in shock.  "That's cool, dad.  Will mine shoot out j-j-jizz?"

Dad smiled down at me and tussled my hair.  "Not yet sport.  You have
to be a man first."  Then dad paused for a moment.  "Maybe after you
start to sprout some dick hairs you will jizz."

"Hair on my private?!" I said in disbelief.

Dad just laughed some more and then said, "Well what?  You thought all
this hair just stopped below these pants?"  As dad said this his had
slid down hid chest and patted his crotch for a second.

I pouted for a second and felt rather sad.  "Why do I always have to
wait to grow up?  I want to know how good it feels.  That's not fair!"
I said rather petchulantly.

Dad thought for a moment.  "You may not make jizz but you could still
probably come.   I doubt anything would come out but you'd still feel
really good."

"Really!" I said with renewed vigor.  "Lets have sex and find out!"

"What!" dad almost shouted.  "No sport, you need to try that on your own."

"But why, dad."  I asked.  You said it was nice to make people you
care about feel good and I care about you, daddy."  I paused for a
second.  "Do you and mommy do this?"

Dad sighed and took another sip of his beer and shook his head and
looked a bit angry but it passed quickly.  "No, son.  Your mother I
stopped doing that a long, long time ago.

"Well let me then make you feel good, daddy,"  I pleaded.
"Pleeeeeeease?"  Then blinked my eyes and tried to make myself look as
adorable as I could like when I'm at the store and see a toy I really
want.

Again dad shook his head but his eyes glazed over a bit as another sex
scene appeared on the TV.  "Well," he said, "At least somebody in his
house will finally get laid.  Just be quiet, okay?"

I nodded and looked up at my dad with a big, innocent smile.  "Well
what do we do?" I asked.

"Just watch the TV, " dad said.  He then returned to gently rubbing my
thigh with his rough hands making tiny circles moving up and down my
thigh and closer to the lump in my underwear.  After a while he
reclined the chair a big and let me snuggle in with my face buried in
his chest with my face right at the same level as one of his hairy
covered nipples which tickled.  Dad's hand worked his way up to my
tummy and gently moved higher and higher until his fingers were
circling my own tiny nipples.

"How's that feel, little buddy?" Dad chuckled heavily and breathy.  I
could smell the beer on his breath and as he stared down at me he had
strange look in his eyes.   It was lusty and predatory.

I moaned quietly and replied.  "It feels really good, daddy.  I feel
tingly and my willie is hard and tingles too."

	"It's supposed to, sport, "Dad said and then kissed my on the top of
my head.  "And call it your dick, "he corrected me.  "After tonight
you may as well quit the childish language and use a man's term for
it.  Call it a dick."

	Then dad lifted my arms above my head and ran his hands over my
smooth armpits.  I squirmed a bit but the tickling quickly subsided
and the feeling settled into something relaxing and sensual.  With my
free hand I began to run dad's hairy arm feeling the roughness of the
course hairs and studying the patterns they made.  I watched the
couple on the TV and the man was sucking on the woman's boobies and
she seemed to really like it so I stuck out my tongue and start
licking at daddy's nipple swirling the hair around his nipple and
feeling the little bumps around it.

	Oh, sport," dad exclaimed, "You're a natural."  He then continued to
stroke my chest with one hand and ran his other hand through my hair.
"So sweet and so smooth just like your mother," he said.

	"Like mom?" I said indignantly.   Though I took more after my father
than my mom and had the same thick, black hair on my head and his same
deep, blue eyes I still was young after all and was perfectly smooth
and thin.  I was a rather active little boy and had the same slightly
defined pecs and slight hint at a six pack that many, fit young boys
have from a life full of play and rough housing after the last of
their baby fat has finally left them.

	"Don't worry, sport" dad reassured me.  "You're young now but in a
few years you'll start to go through changes and I'm willing to bet
you're gonna be big, strong and hairy just like your old man.  In fact
by the size of that bulge in your underwear I bet you'll be a chip off
the old block.  Let's have a look shall we?"

	Dad then stopped massaging me and lifted me up above his lap slightly
and pulled my underwear down and off.  I was a bit embarrassed and
started to cover myself but dad pushed my hands away.  "Don't be
embarrassed, "dad said."  You have nothing to be embarrassed
about^Åtrust me."  He then reached over opened a bottle of whiskey that
was on top of the little fridge next to the chair.  He opened it up
and told me to take a swig.  I didn't like the taste very much at all
and I choked on it as I tried to drink it but then I felt the funny
warm sensation in my tummy that quickly began to spread throughout my
whole body and made my head swim.  Dad took a big, long drink too then
put the bottle down and then reached down and started to gently rub my
little 3-1/2 inch dick.   First he just gently stroked it but then he
took his thumb and finger and began to slowly pull my foreskin back
and forth exposing my red, swollen head then covering it up again and
repeating.  It was a bit dry and started to chafe a bit and I said so.
   Dad thought for a moment.

	"Hold up, sport" dad said and then lifted me up.  "It's not fair that
you're naked and I'm not besides I bet you're curious what your old
man looks like ain't ya?"   	I nodded my head and watched as daddy
pulled off his pants and then pulled down his briefs.  His heavy cock
popped up and slapped his tummy and I stood staring in awe.  It was
long and hard and his foreskin was pulled all the way back from the
hard member which protruded from a thick mass of black hair.  His nuts
were also long and looked like two eggs in a long sack that hung way
down between his legs and were also covered in thick, black curly
hairs.

	"Wow!" I shouted before remembering that we needed to be quiet.  "How
big is it?" I whispered.

	Dad reached and pushed his dick down and let it spring up and slap
his tummy again before scratching his nuts.  "Well, junior," dad
replied, "I'm a little over seven inches long.

	Dad then sat back down and I set me on his lap again.  This time he
reached down and wiped a bunch of glistening goo off his dick and then
smeared it on my dick and started stroking me again with his thumb and
forefinger.  He started telling me about pre-cum but I wasn't
listening.  I was in pure bliss.  The feel of the slick goo and dad's
fingers working my dick made my head spin.  After a while dad just
shut up and continued to work my cock while we both watched the TV.
Dad would sometimes explain what the two people were doing but I was
focused on the sensations coming from my dick.  Back and forth, forth
and back dad worked my little pecker and took his other hand and
gently cupped my little balls and massaged them.    The feeling in my
dick became more intense and my breathing became harder.

	"I think I have to pee," I said to dad.

	"Nope, bucko," dad replied.  "You're about to come.  Just relax and
trust me.

	I did just that and soon the feeling started to swell and then
subside then swell again.  Eventually it kept building and I stopped
breathing all together and this intense wave of pleasure shot through
my body like ripples in a pond emanating from my dick which was
spasming and twitching.  My whole body went rigid and when it finally
passed I collapsed back into daddy's arms.

	"You like that, sport?" Dad asked?

	I just nodded and smiled up at him grinning from ear to ear.

	Dad wiped the sweat from my brow and continued to massage my dick
with one hand and stroke up and down my chest, tummy, and thighs with
his other hand while I played with the hair on daddy's legs and then
the hair that grew just above his dick.  It was so course and thick
and when I lifted my fingers to my nose it smelled like my daddy only
stronger and more intense.  We sat in silence and watched the porn
some more and I watched as the woman on the TV started to lick the
man's dick.

	"I want to try that!" I said as I pointed to the TV.

Dad just smiled and nodded and picked me up then stood up and set me
back into the chair.  He then got onto his knees and started to lick
my thighs.  As soon as his tongue touched me I started breathing heavy
again and my dick became hard.  Dad moved his tongue in circles like
he had his hand and gently licked my ball sack then up my little shaft
before finally engulfing my entire cock into his mouth.  I let out a
heavy moan as my eyes rolled up into my head and imitated the man on
TV by placing my hands behind my head and moving my hips up and down.
 Dad continued to suck me and was even capable of placing my tiny nuts
in his mouth all at the same time too.   After a while he took his
pinky finger and began to move it beneath me and found my tiny, pink
butt hole.  I wasn't sure what to think but he kept moving his pinky
in tiny circles around my hole.  His finger was slick from the pre-cum
that he wiped from his own dick and he started poking my whole a
little bit.  The pressure was weird at first but my butt relaxed and
dad was able to insert his pinky finger just up to the first knuckle.
That's all he dared on my tight little virgin ass but it was enough.
Very soon the same swelling of intense pleasure began to grow in my
dick and I began to moan and writhe in the chair.  Then quickly I had
another dry orgasm.  Dad then pulled me close to him and I grabbed him
and we hugged very tightly.  I felt his strong hairy arms and legs
envelope me and his chest hairs tickled my nose and I dug my face into
his chest.  Then dad pulled me up slightly and started to kiss me on
the lips.  Gently at first but then he got a little rough and pushed
his tongue into his mouth.  I could taste my own dick on his tongue as
both of our tongues glided against each other in my mouth.   I could
feel dad's hard dick pressed against my chest and his slick pre-cum
oozed on my and made my chest sticky and slippery.

	"Damn, baby boy," my dad whispered into my ear.  "You're really
making your daddy hot!  I haven't leaked this much pre-cum since I was
a teenager.  I love you so much, son.  So fucking much, my precious
little boy.  My precious, precious boy."

	Dad and I laid in each other's arms for a while then I got a little
restless and started to tickle him.  Dad tickled back and we wrestled
on the floor some and grinded our dicks into each other and wrestled
some more, then kissed.  Dad was on his hands and knees and I was on
his back saying "Gidd'yup, horsey!"  Dad reared up and I fell on the
floor behind him and stared the his dark, hairy crevice of his ass and
the long, hairy nuts that were dangling down.   I crawled underneath
dad and he looked down at me and smiled and lowered himself slightly
until his nut hairs were tickling my face.  Then I started to lick
daddy's nuts and taste the salty sweat and musk.    Dad then rolled
over on his back and I got between his legs and started licking the
shaft of his dick and moved up to his head and tasted his pre-cum for
the first time.  It was sweet and salty and smelled good.  I started
to lap it up just as quickly as it poured out of his dick.  I placed
my whole mouth over his bulbous head and sucked on it and lapped up
his goo as well his pungent dick cheese which had built up under his
large foreskin which I was enjoying playing with.

	Dad looked down at me and then at the TV while the man was eating out
a woman's pussy as dad called it.  "Damn I sure could use a pussy to
eat about now," Dad said.

	I felt rather dejected at this at dad wanted something I could not
offer.  Dad took notice of this and patted me on the head.  "Don't be
upset, sport," dad reassured me.  "Maybe you don't have that kind of
pussy but I bet you have something just as good!"

	Dad then rolled me on my tummy then pulled my ass up as he crawled up
behind me.  I felt his rough, unshaved face brush up against my butt
and then he spread my ass cheeks apart.  Then I felt his tongue on my
pink butt hole and I entered into a state of ecstasy again.  Dad
shoved his tongue in my whole, lick my cheeks, rubbed his rough face
against the smooth skin and made them raw in the most wonderful way.
Then dad laid on the floor on this back and told me to sit on this
face facing his cock.  I obeyed and dad started licking and probing my
ass again.  I leaned down and started to lick one of his nipples again
but could smell the strong odor coming from his exposed armpits.  I
slowly worked my way to his right pit and began sniffing.

	"Oh yeah, sonny boy," dad moaned from in my ass.  "Love those pits!"

	I sniffed for a while longer and took in the intoxicating aroma.
Then I started licking his pits and the thick forest of long, black
damp hair.  My face was soon covered in spit and sweat and my face
reeked of daddy.    Daddy then laid me on my back on the floor and
pulled a pillow from the chair and placed it behind my head.  He laid
on top of me and I felt the full force of his weight on me.  It
knocked the wind out of me slightly but it felt so good to be under
daddy's power like this.  To be so dominated by him.  Every inch of my
smooth, young body was surrounded by daddy's strong, muscular, hairy
frame.  We were both rather sweaty and he slid over me.  Daddy placed
his cock between my butt cheeks and started to move his hips back and
force.  He put some pressure on my tight butt hole and started to
push.  It hurt like hell and I thought I was going to split open.  All
daddy did was put the very tip of his cock in as that's all he dared
on my virgin ass.  He held me in his arms and told me eventually we
could work together to get more in.  I wasn't so sure about that but
daddy slowly moved the tiniest amount and the tip of his dick move in
and out.  Eventually my ass relaxed and it really started to feel
good.

	"You like that, junior?" Dad asked.  "You like to be fucked by your old
man?"

	I nodded as it truly felt pretty good.   I felt totally under daddy's
power.

        "Tell me how much you like it.  Tell me how much you like your
daddy's great big cock in your little boy ass."  Dad demanded.

      "It hurt at first, daddy," I replied, "but now it makes my dick
feel tingly again.

      "Then say it, son."  Dad commanded.  "Tell you daddy you like to
be fucked.
Ask me to fuck you.  Say fuck me, daddy, please.  Fuck me with the
same cock that made me"

	I complied and began to beg my father to fuck me with his big daddy
cock,
the source of my being.  He tried to push in a little more but the
pain came back and dad stopped.

	"Too much too soon, sport," dad said.  "Don't worry, some day you'll be
able to
take all of me I bet and I can shoot my jizz inside you.

	"Won't we make a baby then?" I asked with a look of fear on my face.

	Dad laughed and kissed me on my forehead.  "No, son.  Only women can
turn the
jizz into a baby.  All it will do is probably help put hair on your chest.

	"Well then," I replied, "I really want you to jizz in me. I want to
be hairy just like
you when I grow up!"

	Dad continued to pump the very tip of his dick in me and kiss my face
and suck
and delicately chew on my tiny nips.   Dad's muscles began to tense up
and he pulled himself up to my chest and started to squeeze his fat
cock.  Then a huge burst of white jizz shot out and landed right on my
face and into my mouth which was wide open in awe.  Burst after burst
shot out and covered my chin and chest and tummy.  Then daddy laid
down with his had on my tummy and lapped up his own jizz as licked his
jizz off my face and chin.  It tasted less sweet that his pre-cum but
I still loved it.  It was my father's seed and I wanted to swallow
every bit so I could become a man just as strong and hairy as daddy.
 Eventually I started to get sleepy as it was rather late.  Dad
scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom and curled himself around
me and I slept so soundly nestled next to his hairy, strong body.  I
woke up the next morning still in daddy's arms and the smell of our
sex the night before was pungent as ever.

	"I heard your mom leave for work about an hour ago."  Dad said.  "How
about I call the school and tell them you're sick and we spend the
whole day together?"

	"Naked?" I asked.

	"Oh yes, buster." Dad replied with that same lusty tone to his voice
he had the night before.  "If you thought last night was fun wait
until I show you my other tricks."