Date: Sun, 08 Aug 1999 16:08:30 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 4" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 4

by Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica
where you live, then you should not read this story. The other
usual disclaimers too.
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Tuesday morning started with the buzz of the alarm clock. I was
slightly less disoriented than I had been the day before. Again
dad was standing beside the bed with his dick and his hand
sticking out. I wondered later in the day what he would have done
if I had grabbed his dick instead of his hand, but I went for the
hand and probably missed a golden opportunity. I just don't wake
up fast, that's all there was to it.

There was less chaos in the bathroom too. First he led me to the
toilet and said, "Pee." When I had, he shoved me into the shower
and told me to stay put when I was done. He had shaved and
brushed his teeth before he asked me if I was finished, and since
I was, he pulled me out of the shower and handed me a towel. "Dry
off and brush your teeth," he said as he closed the shower door.
He was drying off before I had even finished brushing my teeth.
"Dress first or eat first?" he asked me.

"Dress," I said.

He pushed me ahead of him into the bedroom and said, "Get dressed
then." He disappeared out the bedroom door.

I had just pulled on my sweatshirt  when he was back, telling me
that my breakfast was on the table. He began to get out the
clothes he was going to wear. I went into the kitchen, shoved his
toast into the toaster, and started to eat. He came in while I
was buttering it. It felt funny for us to be sitting there eating
with all of our clothes on.

The memory of his morning hardon returned periodically during day
as it had the day before. Every time it popped into my
consciousness, my dick would pop up into a hardon. Every time I
got a hardon, I would slide my hand into my pocket to squeeze it.
I even thought about jerking off into my underwear to get some
relief, but I was too afraid someone besides Chris would notice
what I was doing.

And Chris did notice that I kept my hand in my pocket a lot. At
lunch time, he asked me, "What's the matter with you, man? You're
doing it more than you did yesterday."

"I know," I said. "I don't know what's making it happen." That,
of course, was a lie.

"I still think it's being around your dad all the time. Do you
get to see him naked?" Chris asked, going right to the heart of
the matter.

"Yeah, I do," I said.

"Boy if I got to see him naked just once, I would get such a
hardon," Chris said.

"You already told me he gives you a hardon just by looking at
you," I said.

"Yeah, but if he was naked, oh man!" Chris said as he stared off
into space, apparently imagining what my dad looked like naked.
"I guess you can't come to my house after school, huh? Nobody's
home today."

I knew what that meant, we'd jerk each other off at least twice.
"I don't know. I can call my dad and see if he'll pick me up." I
had begun to think of everything in terms of how much it would
take up of the precious time when I had access to my dad's body.

"Do it, man," he said.

So I did. Dad said that was ok with him. He also told me to
invite Chris and he'd take us out to eat.

When I told Chris, he said, "Oh man! I got to jerk off now. Let's
go to the can."

I stood lookout for him, and then he did it for me. That held us
through old lady Moseley and a study hall in last period because
the teacher was out sick.

The duty mom for Chris's car pool was already waiting when we got
out. Luckily one kid was sick so they had room for me. Chris's
house was the first stop. Chris and I had a routine already
established for afternoon jerk off sessions. It was through the
front door, up to his room, shove our jeans and briefs down to
our ankles, lie on the floor in opposite directions so we could
reach each other's dicks, and jerk. We were both right-handed,
which was convenient, and we were always hard by the time we got
to the jerk point. This day was no exception. It took about two
and a half minutes.

"Oh man, I needed that bad," Chris said as he sat up and pulled
off his shoes and  wadded up jeans and briefs.

"Yeah," I said, taking my own off and taking some kleenex from
Chris to wipe up my cum.

We didn't take anything else off in case someone should come home
unexpectedly. We had nearly been caught once by his mother,
having only had time to get our shorts back on before she came
into the room. It had been summer, and Chris manufactured a lie
on the spot about our being shirtless because it was so hot. I
have never been able to decide if his mother bought that story or
just knew boys well enough that she was sure she didn't want to
know the real reason. Chris and I decided after that time that it
wasn't safe to strip naked during the day, so we kept our socks
and above-waist clothing on, especially in cold weather.

"So, do you get to see him naked a lot staying there with him?"
Chris asked. He was always asking about my dad's body. He had
seen my dad in boxer shorts one time, and ever since he had been
collecting details to fill in the parts he missed seeing. It was
his favorite topic of post jerk off  conversation. Undoubtedly
would have been the same for pre-jerk off talk if there had ever
been time between the arising urge and the climactic follow
through for any talk to occur. Since it was my favorite topic
too, I always obliged him with whatever he wanted to know.

"Yeah, at night and in the morning too." I told him what I
thought sounded reasonable and which was in fact the way it had
been when I first started spending weekends with him. I wasn't
about to tell him we were now naked every minute we were in the
apartment.

"Geez, night and morning too," he said, staring off into space.
Then he got a thought, because he jumped towards me and put his
face right up in mine. "Did you ever see him hard in the
morning?"

Chris's older brother Stu, the source of all our sexual
information beyond that given to me by my dad in our birds and
bees talk, had told him that all men wake up with hardons.
Sometimes what Stu told us wasn't reliable, so Chris had checked
out that particular piece of wisdom on every male available to
him, starting with Stu. When he had enough evidence, it became
part of  "the truth."

I felt I was moving onto shaky ground here since I didn't want to
tell Chris about my sexual activity with my dad. Chris knew we
had both slept in the same bed at first, but now he believed I
slept on the sofa. So I said, "No. He always wakes up before I
do."

"Bummer, man," he said. "You gotta figure out a way to wake up
before him. You're bound to get a look at it if you do."

I decided to tell him about the gym. I would have told him
anyhow, but it gave me a good way to divert his attention. I told
him all the details I could remember, and he pried about as many
more out of me that I didn't know I had remembered.

Chris got hard when I told him about Todd getting undressed in
the locker room. He started to rub himself. And as my dad said,
hardons are catching. I got hard too. But when I started telling
him about the hot tub, Chris started to jerk off in earnest.
"Sitting there where he was just naked and you could look at his
dick. Man, I would have creamed!" he said as he did his best to
cream right then.

I wasn't as ready as he was, so I jerked slowly while he moved
his hand at warp speed. He came just as we heard the front door
slam and his mother call, "I'm home!" We both started pulling on
our briefs and jeans because we knew from past experience that
she could make it to his door in under two minutes. Chris was
lucky he had cum so many times already, because he had to pull
his briefs on without being able to wipe up the wet spot he had
shot onto his belly.

His mother might have established a new record coming up the
stairs. We had just zipped up when she opened the door. She said
hello to me, but before she could even say hello to him, Chris
told her my dad had invited him to go out and eat with us if that
was ok. She said it was. She liked my dad too. Chris kept her
diverted with a few more questions, so she never did get around
to asking what we were doing standing in our stocking feet in the
middle of his bedroom. I don't know what Chris would have come up
with if she had, because no plausible explanation occurred to me.
We went downstairs after her and watched tv until my dad came to
pick us up.

When he did, Chris's mother invited him in and they talked for a
minute. She invited us both for Thanksgiving dinner, but dad told
her we were going to his parents' house. Since we were going to
have to bring Chris back, we decided to stay in the neighborhood
to eat. Chris kept up a running monologue all through dinner.

Back at my dad's apartment, he asked me if I had finished my
homework and I told him about the study hall in last period. He
said he knew I wouldn't get anything done at Chris's. I followed
him into the bathroom after we undressed. He set the temperature
of the water in the shower and got in. I got right in with him. I
took it for granted that I would, and so did he. I was already
hard, and he got hard as he was washing me. I decided I liked
having my front side washed by his wrapping his arms around me
and pressing himself against my back, so I did the same to him
for the first time. But I had to get him to turn around at the
end so I could wash under his foreskin. It seemed to be such an
essential part of bathing him, and I couldn't do it by feel.
Neither of us washed the other's dick much more than was really
necessary to clean it. When we finished, we dried each other's
backs. Neither of us was hard when we went to the living room.

Dad settled into the corner of the sofa, and I cuddled against
him in the usual way. We had come in at the middle of a show on
the tv and couldn't pick up what had happened, so we started to
talk. We got around to my going with him to the gym the night
before, and he asked me, "What'd you think of the place?"

 I told him, "It was great. There sure are a lot of different
things that you can do there."

He said, "Yeah, there are. That's why I picked that one. I went
to a different one each time until I decided the Clubhouse was
the best even if it wasn't the closest. But I'm sorry you didn't
even get into the pool."

"That's ok," I said. "Those guys were serious swimmers. I
couldn't really keep up with them anyhow. I would've just been
keeping somebody else from exercising."

"So what'd you do, Bob gave you the tour and then you just stood
around naked until I found you?"

"That's about it." I said. "Todd came in while I was getting
undressed, and we got to talking, and he told me he was going to
swim too after I said I was. So we went in by the pool. It was
almost empty when Bob took me through there, but it was full by
then. Todd was talking to me so I didn't feel like I could just
walk off, and then right after he got a lane, you came in."

"Yeah, Todd's real friendly. Lots of guys there are," he said.
"It was nice to see Chris again. I'm glad he came with us. But he
seemed real nervous. Any idea why?"

"Yeah, he says you give him a hardon just by looking at him," I
said. This was one of those times when we couldn't see each
other's face because of the way we were sitting or I never would
have said it. It wasn't that I felt I couldn't tell him that. It
was just that I wouldn't have done it so easily if he had been
looking right at me.

"What?" he said, making a sound half way between a snort and a
laugh. He was clearly surprised by my answer.

"He told me that. Not today. I mean he told me that before. He
thinks you're really hot looking," I said.

"Tell him thanks for me when you see him tomorrow at school. I'm
kidding, don't you dare do it!. You really think he was nervous
because he was sitting there with a hardon all through dinner?"

"Yeah, I do," I said.

"Well, he sure didn't have any problem packing away a hell of a
lot of food in spite of it! What makes you think that was what
was making him nervous this particular time? He ate with us
before and wasn't nervous. I mean with just you and me. Why this
time?"

"I told him all about me going to the gym with you," I said. "He
said he would really like to see you naked. He said that would be
hot."

"I don't know what to say. What were you guys up to that he said
that?"

"We were jerking off, " I said. I was just so comfortable with
him right then that I was able to open up to him like that.

"Ohhhhhkayyyyy," he said.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. I began to think
that perhaps I shouldn't have told him about the jerking off. I
decided to go on talking. "You know what was funny about the
gym?"

"What?" he asked me. He sounded just fine, so I went on.

"When Bob left me at your locker and I started to get undressed,
I was afraid I was going to get a hardon," I said.

"Did you?"

"No, it was just the other way around. My dick tried to disappear
inside me. It was like you said happened to you at the nude
beach," I told him

"Weird experience, isn't it? There you are, sure as you can be
that you will spring a boner, and instead your dick shrinks up so
small you couldn't even find it to pee."

"What was worse, I wasn't all the way undressed yet when Todd got
there. I was really afraid I would get hard and there he would be
like three feet from me," I said. "And it turned out instead I
was really embarrassed about how little my dick looked when I
pulled off my underpants."

"Well, it looked like it was back to normal when I caught up with
you at the pool," he said.

"And I don't even think I was the smallest guy there. You sure
see lots of different size dicks there," I said.

"That's for sure."

"Dad, can I ask you something? Do all guys look at each other's
dicks? I mean, it seemed like it to me they were at the gym."

"I think they do. I know I do. I think it's just guys checking
out the competition," he told me and laughed.

"I do it too," I said. "And when we were in the hot tub, Todd
checked yours out a lot of times."

"I know he did, he always does when we run into each other," dad
said.

"I thought when he put his leg up that one time, he was making it
easier for me to see his," I said.

"I thought he was too," he said.

"That's wild. I would have thought I would get a hardon if
somebody showed me their dick like that, but it didn't turn out
that way at all," I told him.

"I know. Once you get used to being naked, you have to think
something sexy is going to happen before you get hard. I think
you get hard easier if you are wearing clothes than if you're
not," he said. "Look at us. Neither one of us is hard now. But
that first time we were naked you were so nervous you would get a
hardon you couldn't even relax. Now you're relaxed and you aren't
even thinking about it because we aren't talking about anything
sexy."

"That's true," I said. He had even started rubbing my chest, but
because he didn't do anything special to my nipples, I wasn't
reacting to it in a sexual way.

Then it occurred to me to ask him, "You said that you didn't get
a hardon on the nude beach when you first went there but instead
your dick shrunk up."

"That's right," he said.

"And then after you got used to being naked, your dick went back
to normal size and you didn't worry about it."

"Yeah," he said, but there was a little question in it too.

"Then you told me that you did get a hardon on the beach one
time. How come you did then if you didn't before that?" I asked.

"Well. Yes. I guess since you told me you and Chris spent the
afternoon jerking each other off, I could tell you," he said.

"I didn't say Chris and I jerked each other off!" I said.

"But you did, didn't you?" he asked.

"Well, yes," I said.

"Do you want to hear this or not?"

"Yeah, I do!" I said. I felt his dick start to get hard up
against my arm. That was all it took, mine was up in a second.

"You remember I told you that your mom and Beth went shopping and
Paul and I got a boat and found a cove where we could do some
snorkling?"

"Yeah," I said, "they didn't wear any underwear and you and Paul
took your bathing suits off as soon as you got away from shore."
I really wanted to hear this!

"Right. Well, after we got tired of playing in the water, we
found a shady place on the beach and settled down. We had a
cooler with cold beer and about half the afternoon left. The
jungle behind the beach was real thick, and there was no road
coming out of it, so it looked like you could only get there by
boat. There was no one else there, we had the place to ourselves.
We both had a couple of beers, which made us drowsy. We were
talking off and on.

"I think I was about half asleep when I realized Paul was running
his fingers back and forth on my thigh. His hand was about half
way to my knee. I knew in the back of my mind that he had been
doing it for a little while. He hadn't just started. But it had
just then registered. Or maybe I was more asleep than I thought.
I lifted my head up to look. I don't know what I was looking for,
because I really already knew what he was doing.

"What I saw surprised me. Paul was lying on his side, his head
was supported by his other hand, and he had a hardon. I got hard
immediately. So I rolled over onto my belly. It was a reflex
action, hiding the fact that you have a hardon, you know how that
is.

"It was the first time a man had ever touched me in that way. I
mean besides stuff like Larry and I did. I realized I wasn't
upset about any of it, not him having a hardon, not him touching
me, not me getting a hardon. So I rolled back to the way I had
been and smiled at him. 'Sorry about that,' I said. 'No problem,'
he said. I laid my head down and he started to brush the sand off
of me because I was covered with it from rolling off of the beach
towel.

"As he continued to rub off the sand, he touched more and more of
my body. He gave my dick and balls the same amount of attention
as he did the rest of me, no more and no less. After a while he
told me to roll over on my belly and he did the same thing to my
back. I particularly liked it when he was rubbing my butt and the
insides of my thighs. He could produce a wild chill-like
sensation by running his finger slowly along and touching only
the hairs.

"I was drowsy the whole time, just enjoying what he was doing. I
didn't come fully conscious again until he said, 'Time for a
beer.' He opened us each one, and I sat up to take it. He settled
back down on his towel and was lying there on his side, head
supported by a hand again, drinking his beer. I sat beside him
and began to rub his thigh as he had done mine. He took a long
swallow of his beer, stuck it in the sand. and stretched out on
his back. I repeated, front and back, what he had done to me.
When he turned onto his back again, I continued rubbing him, but
only around his crotch.

"I was laying on my side with my head supported on my hand. He
reached out and touched my dick, rubbing it lightly. He turned
toward me until we were mouth to mouth and crotch to crotch. Both
of us had been hard the whole time, and the rubbing was very
sensual, so as he kissed me, he continued to roll over until he
was on top of me. He began to slide his crotch against mine. I
reached down and held our dicks together so they rubbed each
other.

"After a few minutes, he moved his mouth from my lips to the base
of my neck and started to kiss me there. It felt great. But he
said, 'I forgot how bad sunscreen tastes.' He kissed me on the
mouth again and I could taste it on his lips. It was pretty awful
stuff. It occurred to me we could go rinse it off in the water,
but I was sure it would break the mood if we got up and I had
really gotten into what we were doing.

"He must have been thinking the same thing because he sat up. I
thought he was going to say that we should head for the water, so
I started to sit up too. But instead he picked up his warm beer
and poured it over my crotch, rubbing my dick with his hand as he
did it. 'Waste of a good beer if that had been a cold one,' he
said. I laughed. The beer still had some carbonation left. It
felt very strange as it fizzed on my dick and balls.

"Then he leaned over and took my dick straight into his mouth,
nearly all of it. I wasn't expecting it. The feeling was
incredible! I sat halfway up with my legs spread for about half a
minute, and then I laid back down and enjoyed his mouth on me.
After a few minutes he let my dick fall out of his mouth and
said, 'That got the nasty taste off just fine.'

"He was laying on his side with his legs up towards me. I sat up
and said, 'Let me see for myself.' I pushed him onto his back,
pulled his left leg towards me, and poured what was left of my
beer straight onto his dick. I poured it slowly while I massaged
his dick with my hand to wash the sunscreen off. Then I leaned
over and took as much of it into my mouth as I could. There was
still some taste of the sunscreen, but mainly I tasted beer and
then, after a minute, precum. I gave his dick all my attention
with my lips and tongue. In a little while I felt his hand on my
leg pulling me towards him and then my dick sliding into his
mouth.

"I think we were both too hot then to try to make it last. I felt
him pull my foreskin off the head and begin sliding his tight
lips up and down the length of my dick. When the head was near
his lips, I felt his tongue slide around on it. Then I felt the
head of my dick slide along the roof of his mouth as his tongue
rubbed the underside until the head bumped the back of his mouth.
I was doing the same thing to him. I came first, in a rush, and
that must have set him off because I felt his dick spasm in my
mouth and the surges of cum start towards my throat before I had
even finished cumming myself.

"After our dicks stopped spasming, we fell apart and laid side by
side on the towels, breathing hard. When I relaxed a little, I
became aware of the wet spot under my butt from the beer where it
had soaked into the beach towel. I sat up and told him, 'I'm
sitting in a puddle of beer here.' 'At least you don't have to
sleep in the wet spot,' he said and laughed. Then he stood up and
grabbed for my hand to pull me up. We ran into the water to wash
off."

He stopped talking then, so I figured his story was finished.
"Wow!" I said. My dick was rigid and so was his. Mine was so hard
it hurt. My arm was wet with precum from where the head of his
hardon was laying against it. My nipples were also tight little
points because he had started paying attention to them with his
thumb while he was telling the story. "What does it taste like?"
I asked him.

"Sunscreen is bitter," he said, "and you know what beer tastes
like." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling when he
said it.

I turned around on the sofa so I was facing him. "I mean the
precum," I said. We had talked about the fact that I didn't
produce precum yet.

"Easy way to find out," he said. He bent his knees, drawing up
his feet, and leaned the right knee against me. His legs didn't
spread open very far because he was sitting between me and the
arm of the sofa, but the change in position gave the impression
of him opening up his legs and offering me his dick.

I wiped  my index finger across the end of his dick where the end
of his foreskin was holding a shiny drop of precum. Then I put
the finger in my mouth and licked it.

"So what does it taste like?" he asked me.

"Just salty," I said.

"What did you expect?" he asked me.

"Dunno," I said. "Let me taste it again."

I grabbed his right leg, lifted it, and crawled under. I lifted
his leg so high that he had to slide down on the sofa into a
half-laying half-sitting position. Then I took as much of his
dick in my mouth as I could. Too much, really, because I gagged
and jerked my mouth back off of it.

He drew in a sharp breath. "Teeth!" he said. "You have to be very
careful of your teeth when you do that!"

The few times Chris and I had tried sucking, teeth had always
been the biggest problem. The reason we were still jerking and
not sucking each other off was our inability to keep our teeth
out of the way. I knew exactly what kind of pain I had inflicted
on my dad. Even Chris and I, two perpetually horny fourteen-year-
olds, lost our erections when we scraped each other's dicks from
pubic hair to head with our teeth. It was no different for my
dad. His hardon deflated immediately.

I was very upset. "I'm so sorry!" I said.

"I'll live," he said. "Maybe."

I said I was sorry again. I must have looked pitiful too because
he laughed at me. He told me to settle down there and we'd watch
some tv while he recovered. All this while we had been staring in
the direction of the tv and ignoring it while we talked. I
wiggled around until I could rest my chest against his left thigh
with my chin on his knee. When I quit moving, he slid his right
foot between my legs. We both wiggled again until the middle of
his right thigh came to rest pressed against my asshole and
perineum. I felt him reach between us and pull his dick and balls
up so they were laying against my back instead of stuck under my
side. He laid one hand on my left shoulder and the other on the
side of my hip. Then we tried to develop some interest in the tv
show, which was also half over.

I don't know how much success he was having with that, but when I
felt his hands start moving on my shoulder and side, my attention
shifted to them immediately. I had never lost my hardon
completely, so it sprung back to full rigidity in a matter of
seconds. His left hand was rubbing the back of my neck up along
the hair line and touching the backs of my ears very lightly,
which I had begun to learn were very sensitive erogenous areas
for me. His right hand was moving in circles. One circle
encompassed my hipbone and the next few took in more of the area
beyond it. I don't know if he could have reached my dick, but he
didn't touch it, and I couldn't roll any further onto my back
with his thigh pressing between my legs. That hand traveled down
my leg and up to my chest, reaching as far as my right nipple.
Also after a little while, I felt his dick grow hard as it stood
up against my back.

My left hand was effectively trapped by my position, but my right
one had access to the bottom half of his right leg and all of his
left one, up as far as the crotch. That was the leg I
concentrated on, sliding my fingers lightly on the inside of his
left thigh from the knee to the perineum. I realized I could feel
the skin at the back of his balls and also his asshole. I started
tracing a fingertip lightly over that whole area, in small
circles. I tried to lighten my touch more and more, especially
when I was touching the hair around his asshole. I knew I was
doing well when he started to shiver each time I touched him
there. I also began to feel a wet spot forming on my back at the
head of his dick.

When I was sure I couldn't stand waiting any longer, I asked him,
"Can I try again? I promise to be careful."

"Ok," he said.

We had to disentangle our legs for me to move. I slithered around
in front of him on the ottoman, which left my face right in front
of his crotch, as I had planned.

"Can you close your lips while keeping your jaws open?" he asked
me.

I had never tried. I looked at him while I tried it. "Great
face," he said.

I felt like an idiot. I could imagine what I looked like. My face
snapped back to its regular expression. He said, "Sorry. Just
kidding. I couldn't resist. That's the way to do it, really, with
your jaws open but your lips closed.  And don't go for the whole
seven inches in one gulp."

So I tried it on the first inch, and it worked. I could hold his
dick with my lips and still keep my teeth well out of the way.
After a few minutes I learned that I didn't have to stretch my
jaws wide open to do it. I just had to be aware of where my teeth
were in relation to his dick and make sure the two didn't meet. I
took about half of it in before I decided that I had reached
capacity. From then on I held the bottom half of his dick in my
fist to control its angle and to keep me from plunging down on it
too far. I started to touch his dick head with my tongue. He told
me to do whatever I thought would feel good if someone was doing
it to me. So I started licking around the head. I discovered that
I could manoeuver his foreskin around with my tongue. Since he
could feel what I was doing, he made specific and encouraging
comments. His precum had continued to flow too, so I would be
rewarded for my efforts periodically with a pulse in his dick and
a small amount of thickish salty liquid. And I learned to listen
to the sounds he was making and to notice the reactions in his
dick to what I did. I was having a wonderful time!

I had no idea how long I had been sucking his dick when he said,
"I'm getting very close. You don't have to let me cum in your
mouth."

I continued what I was doing since that seemed the best way to
tell him that his cumming in my mouth was the very thing I was
hoping for. When he realized it, he started rubbing the hair on
the back of my head. He was doing it firmly enough that I could
enjoy it but gently enough that I was able to move my head any
way that I wanted to. He jerked when the first spasm of pleasure
hit him and the first spurt of cum shot along my tongue. It was
good that I had held onto the bottom half of his dick or I would
have choked from his dick head going down my throat. When the
second spurt followed the first, I found that my mouth was full
of dick and cum. There was no room for the next one. I had to
swallow, so I did. There were seven spurts in all, the last three
being less forceful and producing less cum that the first four.

I continued to suck after the spasms stopped, but knowing that I
can't stand to have the head of my dick touched after I cum, I
was careful to suck his foreskin back over the head of his dick
and then lick that. It must have worked because I continued to
lick the head through the foreskin and he didn't try to stop me
as he got the occasional shiver of pleasure that follows cumming.

When he pulled me up and off of his dick, he kissed me on the
mouth and slid his tongue in between my lips. He had never kissed
me like that before. I loved it! I realized that he must have
been able to taste his own cum because the taste was still strong
in my mouth. He slid upwards into more of a sitting position and
helped me wiggle in a cuddling position against him. He had both
arms around me hugging my back tight against his chest. He kissed
me on the shoulder and up the side of the neck. I could feel his
beard rubbing against my skin.

The strangest thing was that I felt like I had just cum too, even
though I hadn't. I was very satisfied, and I saw that my hardon
had turned into a half hardon. It was a feeling I had never had
before unless I too had cum.

We sat that way for a while, me very still but dad caressing me
all down the front and kissing or licking my shoulders, neck, and
ears. Reacting to his touch, which seemed to re-sensitize my
body, my hardon returned. He pulled my right leg over his, which
gave him access to my balls and perineum. Then he started rubbing
me lightly in that area with his right hand while his left
manipulated my nipples and his tongue traced the outline of my
ear. In a very short time I was back to such a level of
excitement that my dick was throbbing in time to the beat of my
heart.

He pushed me forward and climbed out from behind me. Then he
pushed me back so that I was half sitting and half lying across
the sofa and ottoman. He crawled around to my feet on the
ottoman, took ahold of them, and spread my legs. He pushed up on
my feet and told me to bend my knees. He crawled between my feet
and began licking the inside of my right thigh half way between
the knee and the crotch. He licked up to the crease of my leg,
switched to the other leg, and repeated it. I thought as I felt
each sensation that the next would be the one that sent me over
the edge, but my dad knew how to keep that from happening. When
he licked my balls, I thought nothing could feel better than that
short of the pleasure of the orgasm itself. But then he started
licking up my dick from the base, and I decided that that had to
be the best. When he touched the head of my dick with the tip of
his tongue, I was lost. I jerked immediately as the pleasure
grabbed me, and I felt his mouth slide down my dick to the base.
I have no idea how many times I shot. It was the most intense
orgasm I had ever had. I shivered almost continually with small
waves of pleasure after I had finished shooting streams of cum.
When that also ended, my dad raised his face to mine and kissed
me. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted my cum there too.

He rolled over beside me so he was sitting on the sofa and pulled
me over so that I was laying against him. I slid a leg across his
legs and put my left arm across his chest. He hugged me against
him with his left arm. We sat like that for a few minutes, and
then he said it was time for bed. We had been on the sofa nearly
three hours. And we never did watch any tv.
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