Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2012 10:39:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stephan Winnifred <dirtydirtyboy20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Father Loving Son

WARNING! This story contains explicit sex between an adult Father and his
son). Do not read it if it is illegal for you to do so, or if this material
offends you.

This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story never
existed. The acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author and
actually never happened. The views of the characters do not represent the
views of the writer. The locations for this series were chosen at random.
All rights reserved.

This is my very first story. I would love to hear from you.  Send feedback
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My name is Jonathan. I want to share with you the story of my sexual
blossoming. Read on.

     It was hard growing up as an outsider in a military town.  Father had
served in the Air force for twenty years and retired. He spent the last 10
years at the same base. So, at retirement, he decided to stay in the same
town. Four days after retiring, my mother filed for divorce. She won 50% of
father's retirement, plus alimony. She moved out without saying good bye to
her husband of 21 years, or her two children. I've never seen her again. My
father is, was, and will always be a good man. He raised us lovingly. There
was no abuse in our home. When mother moved out, father was very quiet and
isolated for about a month. After that he slowly emerged from his grief and
returned to normal. My brother Brandon and I were glad to see him return to
normal. After the divorce, father decided we should move into a smaller
home to save more money. It was a nice home. Smaller of course, but we had
what we needed. The hardest part was having to switch schools.  My new
school was much bigger. It had grades 6-12 all under one roof. Growing up,
I was the awkward child. I was always taller than the kids I went to school
with. I was also painfully skinny. My brother was the exact
opposite. Average height, but built like a linebacker. He had no problems
adjusting. He being several years older than me, tried out for football and
got on the Varsity team his freshman year. Since we were 3 years apart, I
rarely saw my brother in school. I was shocked my first day of physical
education to find out that the boys had to shower after class every
day. Nicknames were always hurled around the shower room. Fags, pole
smoker, lard ass, and more. The favorite of my peers for me was pepperoni
dick. Looking back I should have been proud of that name. However, being in
6Th grade and the only boy to be full on towards manhood was terrifying. By
the end of my sixth grade year, I had a full crotch of hair and my penis
was 5 inches long, soft.
     One day, my father came in to the bathroom to pee after I had taken a
shower. He noticed my development.

    "Well, it looks like you are becoming a man, son." my father said.

    "I hate it, Father. Boys at school tease me constantly." I replied.

    "We should have a talk later tonight." With that my father left me to
finish.

    Later that night as I was heading to bed my father called me to come to
the living room.

    "Let's have that talk now.", my father said.

    He asked me a few questions about sex and where babies come from. I
hadn't a clue. He asked me if I had been masturbating. I just gave him a
blank look. I had no idea what that was.

    "Son, I owe you an apology. I did not realize you were already going
through puberty. I need to tell you about what is going on with your body
and what it means.
    And so, he did. My father explained to me what was happening with my
body and why. He explained to me how people have sex. Not just to make
babies, but for pleasure as well. As I sat there listening to father, my
penis began to tent the front of my sleep shorts. I tried in vain to cover
it up. Father just smiled.

    "It is ok, Jonathan. Most boys your age will get an erection when the
wind blows. You can take care of it yourself when you go to bed tonight."

    "How do I take care of it, Father?"

    "Well, you jerk off." He saw the puzzled look on my face.  Father got
up from his chair and went to the kitchen. When he came back he was
carrying a banana. He used the piece of fruit to explain to me the
mechanics of wanking. When he was done, he tossed me a bottle of
lotion. With a wicked smile he said, "Have a good time tonight. Just
remember to keep your door closed. I will always knock before I come in now
if the door is closed to give you some privacy."  With that, my father got
up and kissed my forehead. I noticed a huge lump in the front of his pajama
bottoms.

    "Do you jerk off, father?"

    "Yes Jonathan, I do. All men do."

    I walked to my bedroom and closed the door. I slid my shorts off and
lay on the bed. My cock was rock hard and laying against my stomach. I did
just as father had instructed. I placed a good amount of lotion in my hand
and closed it. Once it felt warm enough, I grasped the base of my penis
with my right hand. I slowly slid it up my shaft, past the head, and then
back down again. My body shuddered. I had never known something could feel
so good. I did it again, slowly. I felt like my body was beginning to
glow. I increased the rhythm. I was in pure heaven. Before long I was
beating my boy cock like a pro.  Then, it happened. My breathing turned
into a pant. My body was rocking. I could feel my balls getting tight. I
thought I was going to pass out. As I reached the peak, my body shook
uncontrollably. Wave after wave of ecstasy ran through my body. My cock
twitched...And the exploded. My first orgasm rocketed from my cock in rapid
fire burst. The first 3 squirts landed on my face and mouth. The next 3
landed on my chest. The last 4 or 5 made a sticky white pool in my pubic
hair. I was hooked. I lay back breathing heavily. A dribble of juice leaked
into my mouth. I reflexively licked my lips. The taste was amazing. I ran
my finger through a large glob on my chest. As I licked my finger clean I
noticed that I was already hard again. Well, there was only one thing to
do.

    After that first experience, I became a compulsive jacker. I did it at
least 4 times every day. School, home, the mall, or wherever; if I could
find 5 minutes of privacy, I did it. My fascination with the taste of sperm
did not end. I ate it all, every time. Never wasting a precious drop...
School let out for spring break my 6th grade year on my birthday. What a
present for me.  Father was there in the parking lot, honking his horn
obscenely.

    "Come on birthday boy! Find your brother and let's get some pizza."

    Brandon was easily found, and off we went. We went to the local pizza
buffet. Father threw two rolls of quarters on the table for Brandon and I
to play video games with. When we finally sat down to eat Brandon
challenged me to a pizza eating contest. We took off to the pizza bar to
begin our duel. 2 hours and 32 slices of pizza later....I was the
loser. Brandon ate 33. With our obscenely full stomachs, father drove us
home. I was surprised to find some really cool presents and a chocolate
birthday cake. Somehow I managed to ingest a piece of cake. For the rest of
the night Brandon and I played with my new video game console while Father
napped in his chair. Later that night with my birthday celebration over, I
dragged myself to bed. Too full to even wank, I fell asleep.  The next few
days were uneventful. By Monday however, I knew there was a problem. I
couldn't go to the bathroom. My stomach had a dull ache.  No matter how
much I grunted or pushed, I could not go poop. I was more than slightly
embarrassed. I figured I would eventually. Tuesday went by, then
Thursday. Still, nothing. By Friday I was beginning to get scared. Saturday
morning I reached my breaking point. In terrible pain, I went to Father.

    "Father, my stomach hurts." I told him.

    "Do you want some pepto bismol?" he asked.

    "I don't think that is going to help, Father. I haven't gone poop since
Friday."

    My father's eyes widened. He came over to me and raised my
shirt. Gently he felt around my stomach. It was very distended and tender
to touch. He decided since it had been so long, the best course of action
was to visit the urgent care center on the base. At the clinic my father
and I sat patiently in a room waiting for the doctor. Dr. Clark came in and
sat down with my chart. I explained to him the pizza eating contest and how
much I ate.

    "Well Jonathan, I'm sure it was fun at the time. I'm sure by now you
know why you are so constipated. No one should ever try to eat that
much. Especially a food covered in cheese! I order to asses you better I'm
going to need to do a digital examination. Please remove your clothes."  At
that point I thought I was going to die. I am sure I turned completely
white. Thankfully, being mortified kept any erections at bay.  I came out
of my clothes and stood there with my hands not so chalantly covering my
penis.

    "Ok son. I need you to turn around and lay over the examination table."

    I did so meekly. I felt Dr. Clark's gloved had slowly spreading my butt
cheeks apart. The feeling set my cock to twitching. Next, I felt something
cool and wet being spread around my sphincter.

    "This may be a little uncomfortable.", Dr. Clark said. "Take a deep
breath in for me, Jonathan."

    As I did, I felt his finger invade my butthole. He was wrong.  It was
not uncomfortable. It hurt. I bit my lower lip as he seemed to probe my ass
forever. After what was actually only 30 seconds, he pulled his finger out
and took off his gloves.

    "Ok Jonathan. You can get dressed and wait in the waiting room. You are
going to be fine. I will give your father instructions on what to do."  The
ride home seemed to take forever. My whole body hurt.  Once inside father
told me what to do.

    "Go to your bedroom and get undressed. Lay a towel on the bed, and then
lay on your side facing the wall."  I went to my room and did as I was
told. Father came in a few minutes later and went into my bathroom. I heard
the water run for a short while, then he came back.

    "Dr. Clark said that the simplest way to help you evacuate is to give
you multiple enemas. This bag is filled with warm water. There is a tiny
hose connected at the end. I am going to put it in your rectum so that the
water fills yours bowels. This will help you to push, and you should be
able to go to the bathroom. This isn't supposed to hurt. If you start to
cramp really bad let me know. I will stop the flow of water. After you have
rested for a few minutes we will start again. Once you have a fair amount
of water in you, and have rested with it in you for about 15 minutes you
can go to the bathroom. Do you understand?"

    I shook my head yes. With that he started. I felt the cool KY jelly
being spread around my butthole again. Then there was a little bit of
pressure as father pushed in the enema tip. It was much more slender than
Dr.  Clark's finger so it didn't really hurt. I heard a click and then felt
the sensation of warmth slowly seeping into my gut. After a few minutes I
began to cramp. I told father and he immediately shut it off. When the
cramps subsided he started again. With the bag half empty he closed the
valve and removed the tip.  I laid there waiting for fifteen minutes. When
time was up, I waddled to the bathroom and sat down. Just in the nick of
time too. As soon as I sat down, my bowels began to move. It was instant
relief. As I sat and pushed I got raging hard on. I had to sit there an
extra five minutes and wait for my dick to go down before I could come out
again. The second round I was able to take three-fourths of the bag. To my
amazement I was still pooping. The third bag I took all of the
fluid. Still, I had more business to do. After the fourth bag the only
thing I pushed out was clear water. I told father this from the bathroom.

    "Well come back and lay down. There is only one thing left to do then."
I came out of the bathroom trying to hide my massive erection. It didn't
work. It bobbed up and down with every step I took. My father just smiled.

    "Don't worry about that, son. It is normal to experience an erection
after and enema. Now lay back down."  I did as I was told. I lay on my side
again, facing the wall.

    "Dr. Clark told me that after several enemas, I would need to check you
digitally to make sure that you are cleaned out."  I heard my father put on
a glove. I look back and watched as he put ky jelly on his gloved
finger. My cock twitched instinctively. I closed my eyes as I felt his
finger slide into my rectum. It didn't hurt as much as when Dr. Clark did
it. I felt my father move his finger around gently.

    "Jonathan, I need you to lie on your back. I can't check well enough
with you lying on your side."  Embarrassed and with a ranging hard on, I
rolled on to my back. My erect boy cock, slapped against my belly. I raised
my legs up so that my knees were bent and my feet were on the bed. I had no
idea what to do with my arms! To try and hide my cock would have been
pointless. I draped one over my eyes and tried to will my boner away.

    I felt the sticky cool lube around my bum again and father slowly
inserted his finger into my anus. "It won't hurt quite as much if you push
against my finger, Jonathan." I pushed like I had to poop. I could feel him
probing around in there. He was right. It didn't hurt as much. Every now
and then he would hit a nerve or something and I would grunt involuntarily.

    "Uhhgh". I guess he needed to do a thorough check. I felt his finger
come out. When it went back in it went even deeper. "Ugh" Then my father
focused on one spot in my gut. It felt like a little nob and he flicked his
finger over it several times. My body quivered...it felt so good. My cock
reflexively twitched. And with that, a large glob of sticky precum drooled
from my penis....onto my father's hand. He had been using his ungloved hand
to massage my stomach. I groaned inwardly at the shame. I looked up at my
father to see his reaction. His face was flushed and sweaty. His eyes
looked a little glazed over. I will never forget what happened next. My
father raised his hand to his mouth. Then I watched as his tongue flicked
through my boy juice. He lowered his hand to my mouth and offered me what
was left. I sucked my boy juice off of his hand.

    "Jonathan, I have seen you do that so many times. You almost never
close your door when you play with yourself. I was amazed to see you do
that. Mainly because I do the same thing and have since I was your age. Do
you want me to stop?"

    "No father. Please don't. I haven't gotten off since I started to feel
sick"

    My father continued to finger my ass. He said the lump I felt was my
prostate, or g spot. It felt heavenly when he stroked it. My cock produced
more precum for us to share. I felt my asshole widen and realized father
now had to fingers inside me. I pushed against them and ground my ass
against his hand. To describe the feeling of my father's hand as it grasped
my cock is impossible. He squeezed the shaft and clear globs of sticky
precum drooled out of my dick.

    "Close your eyes and relax, Jonathan."

    My father slowly masturbated me while finger fucking my asshole. I felt
something hot and wet envelope my cock. Instinctively I thrust my hips
forward, gagging my father with my whole cock shoved in his mouth. His
fingers still firmly planted in my ass, I felt a third finger enter me. I
watched as his head bobbed up and down. The mixture of precum and saliva
coating my cock and balls. Heaven, ecstasy, nirvana, whatever it was, I was
enjoying my first blowjob. I felt that familiar feeling boiling in my balls
as they began to tighten. I tried to pull out so I wouldn't cum in my
father's mouth.

    "Father, I'm going to cum soon."

    I felt him push into my ass even deeper, and watched as he swallowed my
cock to the hilt. I grabbed him by his hair and started thrusting. After a
few thrusts, I was over the edge and my cock erupted. I felt my cock twitch
at least 12 times. I could hear my father's moans, and watched as my boy
juice leaked out of his mouth and onto my cock.  After I was finished
climaxing I laid back gasping for breath. My father rose off my cock and
looked at me with the strangest gleam in his eye. He came up to me, eye
level, and placed his lips on mine. I opened my mouth to accept my father's
tongue. My mouth was filled with my own cock juice and father kissed
me. Tons of it. Salty and sweet, the sticky juice passed back and forth
between father's tongue and mine. Our tongues danced together mingling
saliva and my boy juice. Father was now lying on top of me. I instinctively
wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed passionately. My cock never
went soft. It stayed erect drooling more precum. I ripped my father's shirt
open. I wanted to feel his naked chest against mine. As we made out I felt
an unmistakable lump pressing into my balls. Father pushed himself off the
bed with my legs still wrapped around him. I don't think we ever stopped
kissing. I could feel him tugging at his belt and shoving his pants
down. He walked us over to my chair and sat down.  With me straddling him I
could feel his cock between my legs, rubbing my ass crack. I reached back
with one hand and felt my father's shaft. It was sticky with his own
precum. I leaned back as father continued to thrust his large member
between my boy cheeks. I am not sure what possessed me. I knew what I
wanted next. I spread my ass cheeks so I could feel father's cock caressing
my butthole. With one hand I steadied his cock to take aim. And sat
back...hard. I felt his knob push past my sphincter and invade my ass. It
hurt. But all the lube, precum, and fingering had prepared me well. It was
amazing to me. To feel my father's throbbing dick in my ass, his mouth
sucking on my nipples, one hand jacking me off, and the other playing with
my nutsac. I rocked back and forth, grinding his penis deep into. I could
his pubic hair tickling me.

    "Turn around son. I want to see my cock going in and out of your hole."

    I rose off and turned around. I squatted over my father and spread my
cheeks. I felt him fill the void in my ass. Positioned this way, I had much
more leverage and was soon bouncing up and down on his fuckstick. I jacked
my cock while father impaled me. As precum would leak out, I would smear it
all over my father's hairy nuts. I felt father lean forward and put his
hand on my neck. He pushed me forward and bent me over to the floor. Father
straddled my ass and began pounding rhythmically. I could feel his balls
slapping against my ass. The smell of man sweat, cum, and boy funk was
thick. Father picked up the pace. He was panting, grunting and saying all
sorts of dirty things. Soon, his pace became a frenzy.

    "Fuck, Jonathan. I'm going to cum in your boy pussy. Are you ready?"

    "Yes, father. Please cum in me."

    A few more jagged thrusts and I could feel my father's hot seed
invading my belly. He had a firm grasp of my hips and would push his cock
in even deeper with each spasm. Father crashed into me, a sweaty panting
wreck.  He kissed my neck softly.

    "I love you, Jonathan."

    "I love you too, Father."

    I leaned up on my elbows. I looked forward out my door and saw my
brother Brandon standing there. He was shirtless and wearing gym shorts.
They were tented in the front with a huge, delicious looking, wet stain of
precum on the front.


...to be continued.