Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 22:03:23 -0700
From: Dick Deliboy <deliboydick@gmail.com>
Subject: My Dad: Chapter 1 - Making Sure I'm Doing It Right (gay/incest)

Disclaimer: My name is Dan and I'm a Mormon living in Utah.  This is a
fictional story.  please feel free to e-mail me at
deliboydick@gmail.comfor comments, or criticisms.  stay tuned for more
chapters


Chapter 1: Making Sure I'm doing it Right

...396, 397, 398, 399, 400.  "400 sheep" i said to myself as I let out a sigh
of boredom.  It was almost two o clock in the morning and I didn't feel any
wearier than I did when I began counting.  I needed to get to sleep soon
because I had a huge math test tomorrow.  I should have been studying, but
being the 16 year old boy I was, I was horny as hell.

My bedroom was directly across the hall from my parent's room.  I laid in
my bed staring out my door wondering when my dad would walk up the stairs
and go to sleep.  I desperately needed to shoot out a load, but I didn't
want to begin stroking my cock until my dad was asleep in his room for fear
of him walking in on me if he came to say goodnight before heading off to
bed.  I heard the kitchen door open downstairs and I rolled my eyes
thinking it might be hours until he went to sleep if he was just now fixing
himself a snack.  My dad and I were both night owls.  He usually didn't
have to go in to work till around noon so he would usually stay up late
after mom went to bed either reading a book or watching TV.  I would
usually be downstairs watching with him if I didn't have to take the most
important math test of the semester tomorrow.   I decided it was a lost
cause and I turned myself over and tried to get back to sleep.

It was an unusually hot night so I decided to fling aside my sheet and
sleep in the nude.  But as I tossed and turned, trying to get a decent bit
of shut-eye, my aching cock continued to throb.  I tried tucking my hardon
to the side but as I rubbed my dick against my bed I could see a glimmering
stream of precum smearing across my sheets.  I turned on my back so my
boy-dick wouldn't get too excited rubbing up against anything.  I stared at
the ceiling, wide awake, as my  hard cock, almost as if to mimic me, stared
straight up as well.

I looked down at my raging hardon, twitching and dripping, and I knew I was
doomed.  I needed to stroke out a load and I didn't care if the prophet
himself walked into my room.  I began stroking my boy cock as vigorously as
possible wanting to hurry and shoot my load before my dad came upstairs.  I
began arching my hips as I pumped my teenaged hardon faster and faster.  The
bed began to squeek and I almost didn't hear my dad began to walk up the
stairs.   Even though I was so close to climaxing I threw on my sheet and
pretended to be asleep, hoping my dad didn't hear the bed squeek.  From the
footstoops outside my door I could tell my dad stopped at my room before
entering in.  He peeked his head in, and I prayed that he didn't see the
tent I was making with my teenaged boy cock.

My heart raced for what seemed to be forever.  Did he know I was jacking
off seconds before I he came upstairs?  Would he be mad if he knew?  Or
would he shrug it off with a "boys-will-be-boys" attitude.  A thousand
thoughts were going through my mind but all of them ceased when I heard the
door to his room click to a close.

I quickly calmed down and came to my senses and realized that now that dad
was asleep I could go down to the computer room and look up some porn.  I
threw off my sheets and noticed a steam of precum dripping down to my pubic
hair making a pool at the base of my treasure trail.  I needed to get off
in the worst way and I was excited to get to the computer room and finish
up.  I tiptoed down the stairs as fast as I could trying to stay as quiet
as possible.  I snuck into the computer room and sat my slightly furred ass
down on the computer chair.  To my surprise, the chair was unusually warm
and I wondered if my dad was on the computer minutes before.  I put my hand
on top of the computer tower and noticed it was still hot as I turned on
the monitor.  I took the mouse to open up the internet browser, but as I
did I noticed a dried sticky substance on the left-clicker.  Was it
sperm?  Does my dad still jack off to porn?  I opened up the browsing
history wondering what my dad has been looking at but unfortunately it
seemed that the history had been deleted.  Like father like son.  I didn't
know my dad was that computer savvy but apparently he knew how to delete
his porn history just like I did.

I brushed it off and began to go to my favorite sites.  I loved looking up
threesomes with two guys and a girl.  I began stroking my dick as I clicked
through the pics of these two burly men tag-teaming this chick.  The last
couple of pics were of one guy fucking a girl as the other guy stood behind
him and fucked him in the ass.  For some reason this turned me on the most.
I clicked through the pics and stopped on a close up of a guy bent over
with the biggest dick I have ever seen up his ass. Instantly I knew this
was the pic I would jack off to.  I stood up and began to lube up my boy
cock with the precum that was leaking out of my dick.  I started stroking
until out of nowhere I hear "hey son, what are you doing up this late?"

I turn around as I try to hide the computer screen with my body and quickly
turn off the monitor.  It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust but I
saw a silhouette of my dad standing in the doorway.  He just stood there as
I covered up my cock with my hands realizing just now how stupid it was to
leave my clothes upstairs in my room.  I was terrified as both of us stood
there in silence.

I finally decided to break the silence and began to say "sorry dad..." but
before I could finish he said, "Don't worry about it, I remember what it's
like to be 16."  His casual manner helped me calm down and I began to
notice my surroundings.  My dad was wearing nothing but boxers and there I
was across the room with a throbbing hardon.

"Well don't mind me."  My dad said almost with a chuckle.  "Didn't mean to
interrupt, I'll let you finish up."

He began to turn around and exit the room but noticed I was still frozen in
shock.

"You do know how to jerk off don't you?" he said, again almost laughing.

I just stood there, still covering my cock, not knowing what to do.

"Well don't be shy, show me what you got to work with."

He peered down at my cock almost willing my hands to move with his eyes.  I
slowly moved my arms to the side and revealed my throbbing six-inch boy
cock.

"Not bad." He said, sounding genuinely impressed.  "I think you have a
bigger dick than I did at your age.  Well go on, show me your technique."
He said.  "I have to make sure your doing right." He said with a wink.

"Go on, turn on some porn if that's what it'll take to get you going." He
said.

I didn't want him to know that I found guys attractive or find out that the
reason I was so hard right now was because my father was standing right in
front of me talking about stroking cock with nothing but his boxers on.

I hurried and went to this girl-on-girl page, hoping that he would think I
was as straight as they come.  But he didn't even look at the computer
screen.  His eyes were fixed on my cock.

I hunched over and quickly began stroking my cock until I was quickly
interrupted.

"Slow down," he said as he walked closer to me.

"And stand up straight".  He put his left hand on my right shoulder and
pushed it back as he moved his right hand firmly on my ass and pushed it
towards him to straighten me out.

"There you go."  He said as I began stroking more slowly.

"You wanna start of slow and gradually stroke faster as you get closer and
closer to shooting your load." He said

"You also wanna grip at the base of your cock near your balls.  Here, let
me see."  He began to kneel in front of me so he could get a better look on
how I was holding my cock.

"There you go, that's it."  He said, as I began gradually stroking faster.
"That's my boy!"

I too wasn't looking at the computer monitor filled with naked women, but
instead, I was transfixed at the sight of my dad kneeling in front of me
with his face so close to my cock that he might kiss it.

I couldn't control myself any longer. "I'm gonna shoot." I shouted.  But
instead of moving out of the way, he stayed exactly where he was staring at
my cock, almost studying it as if to give me critique on my technique.  But
I couldn't wait for him to get out of the way.  I arched my hips and
accidently slapped my cock across his face and couldn't hold it in any
longer.  I tried to move back before I shot, but the distance between us
didn't help.  I began to shoot volley after volley as streams of white
cream began to hit my dad squarely in the face.  My first shot hit the side
of his cheek and my second, his right eye.  The third shot landed below his
nose dripping onto his mouth and my fourth, fifth and sixth shots hit his
chin before they dripped down to the floor

"Very good" he said with his face covered with my boy cream.  I thought he
would be angry but instead he was smiling from ear to ear with the most
proud look on his face.

"Better get this cleaned up," he said and to my surprise brought his hand
up to his face, scooped up a load, and held it in front of his mouth as his
tongue licked his hand clean.

I was shocked to see my dad so readily eat my cum and I think he could tell
by the perplexed look on my face.  Almost as if to answer my question he
said, "doesn't leave a trace like tissue and it's a good source of protein"
as he winked at me.

He got up and said, "Well good night son. You better be getting to bed, you
have school tomorrow." But as he left the room I could swear I saw the
biggest tent in his boxers.

I went up to my room hoping that after shooting the biggest load in my
life, I would finally be able to get to sleep.  But I couldn't fall asleep.
As I lay awake in my bed, I could care less that it was almost 3 o clock
and I had a test tomorrow.  All I could think about was how I just had the
best orgasm of my life and my dad watched me the entire time.   I stared up
at the ceiling as my cock slowly began to rise up in unison and I began
counting sheep.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."


End of chapter 1

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