Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 20:10:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel <mortaniusgod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and My Father part 1

Well, it's difficult to know where to begin, but I'll try my best. To my
complete joy, THIS IS A TRUE STORY. (I named it "part 1" because I hope
there will be a "part 2"... you'll get it when you reach the end of the
story).

I'm 30 years old now, and I've always liked oldermen, ever since I was a
little boy. I guess I was just born that way, so I never gave it much
thought.

Even as a kid, I remember admiring oldermen's grey hair, their faces,
wrinkles, their bulges, etc. But the first older man I got to see naked was
my father. I usually was able to spot him naked when he got out of the
shower, and I was always delighted at the sight of his large, thick and
uncut penis, surrounded by a bush of hair, which I loved. You could tell
there was a large head under the foreskin. Unfortunately, I always only had
a few seconds to peek at his penis, since I was terrified of getting
caught. I figured the closest way to have an idea of what his penis was
like, was by checking out his dirty underwear. Whenever I was alone, I went
to his room and to where he kept his laundry. I used to masturbate smelling
his briefs, which always had a strong masculine smell, mixed with a strong
urine smell that I loved. On rare ocassions, they would also have this
tinny dry cum spot, which I licked trying to imagine what a full load of
his cum would taste like. So, odd enough, that was my main and only sexual
activity during puberty and teenage years. When I was 19 I had my first
sexual experience with a man (62) and forgot all about my father... until a
few months ago.

You see, my parents moved away from the city and I have my own place now.
Aprox one time a month they will come and visit me for a couple of days.
They always come together, except when my father has to run some errands of
his own at the city. He is 64 years old now (and I'm 30), and I can only
assume he'd imagine I'm gay, since I've never had a girlfriend.

One day, approx one year ago, he was visiting me on his own, and he was
walking around the house only wearing his briefs. Of course I had my share
of peeks looking at his big bulge, remembering those days when I used to
masturbate smelling his briefs. At one point, I walked into my room and
there he was (still only on his briefs), watching TV. He said "I hope you
don't mind, do you?", so I said "that's OK, I was gonna use the computer
anyway", so I left and went to the computer room. An hour or so later, I
couldn't resist and sneaked up outside my room. I wanted so bad to see him
laying there on briefs, and take a look at his bulge. While I was spying on
him, much to my surprise, I noticed he was rubbing his bulge, and I soon
realized he was masturbating... so, I started masturbating myself. Slowly,
he stopped and I could see he had fallen asleep, so I went to the computer
room again and stayed there for another hour. I couldn't get the image of
him masturbating out of my head, so I went to my room again to spy on him a
little more, but saw he was still sleeping. I came in and covered him with
the blankets. Of course, I only did this to take a closer look at his
bulge.  When I finished covering him, he just threw the covers back,
groaning. I thought to myself "he must be dreaming". I sat on the border of
the bed to cover him again, and the strangest thing happened: he took my
hand, and put it over his bulge. I was PETRIFIED. I didn't know what to
do. I wasn't even enjoying the moment since I was so shocked. I looked at
him, and his eyes were still shut. He pressed my hand harder against his
bulge and groaned again, like complaning because I was doing nothing. I
couldn't believe it, but I started massaging his bulge, and he let go of my
hand. I countinued massaging, this was like a fantasy came true. I didn't
felt any guilt, I was just in heaven. Still, I was afraid he would be just
dreaming, that any second he would open his eyes and realize in horror it
was me the one massaging his bulge. But I continued. And I felt the bulge
getting bigger and bigger. He then reached for the side of his briefs and
quickly lowered them to his knees. All of this without opening his eyes,
and he laid back again. So, with awe, I took this gorgeous penis in my hand
and began massaging it (it was all swollen, but not completely rock
hard). I inmediatelly felt that strong and familiar smell of urine and
cock... the one I knew for so many years only from his briefs. He began
moving his hips, again as if he was complaining, so I knew what I had to
do. I put my lips over the tip of his cock and began sucking. It was
heaven. The smell and taste of it, it was all I ever imagined, and
more. Again, I never felt any guilt. I was completely turned on and
excited, this was my fantasy for so many years, and I never could imagine
it would actually happen. And it was happening rigth now!. I continued
sucking his cock, it was wonderfull. He always stayed laying on his back,
without opening his eyes, never saying a word, never moving and inch. And I
always kept my hands on the bed, never touching him anywhere else. The only
contact was between my mouth and his cock. I continued sucking his cock for
about 15 minutes. I remember thinking he was a hard one to cum, but that
was OK with me because I was enjoying it so much. Finally, I heard him give
a loud moan, and I knew he was cumming. And suddendly, I felt my mouth fill
with his cum. It was wonderfull, I couldn't believe I had my dad's cum in
my mouth. I swallowed it and felt that sweet and strange taste of cum (it
tasted like mine!). He continued shooting cum a few times, but in much
smaller ammounts. I swallowed it all, and kept sucking his cock a little
more. He stayed there, not moving. I suddendly felt ashamed, because I
didn't know what to do now. So I got up and went to the bathroom, shut the
door and sit there for like 30 minutes. I didn't know what to think. Was I
dreaming? This couldn't have just happened. But it did. I still had the
taste of his cum in my mouth, so I masturbated, sitting there, finally
cumming. When I finally got out of the bathroom, I heard my father snoring,
so I went to another room and got into bed, my mind racing with ideas,
fearing the next day, what would happen? Maybe he was really dreaming, and
that's why he never realized it was me...

Next day, everything went normal. We never touched the subject. Each of us
did our normal activities, had lunch and supper together. Because of this,
I assumed he was indeed dreaming, never knowing it was me the one sucking
his cock, and I had this feeling of sadness because it would probable never
happen again, but I was also happy because of this amazing experience. He
left a couple of days later.

Over the next week, I masturbated several times remembering this wonderfull
experience. In the course of the next weeks, both of my parents visited me
a few times(I tried not to think much abot the subject). And then
aproximatley 2 month later, my dad visited me on his own again. By then, I
was completely sure he never knew it was me the one sucking his penis on
that ocassion, and he probably thought he was dreaming. But again, the
strangest thing happen. One day, when I returned from buying some things at
the mall, I went to my room and there he was laying on his back over my
bed, eyes closed, only wearing his briefs. His cock was out, semi-hard.
Right then, everything went cystal clear for me: he always knew it was me!
So I left the bags right on the floor, climbed my bed and started sucking
that wonderful cock.

Since that first time, this has happened 8 times (once every month or
so). Every time he visits me alone, at one point I will find him lying on
my bed, his hands on the back of his head, eyes closed, only wearing his
briefs, with his penis out. And I just climb on my bed and start sucking
his cock, never touching him with my hands, just sucking his cock. It
always last for about 10-15 minutes (he is indeed a hard one to cum), and
then I swallow all of his cum. Then I just go to another room and he falls
asleep.

The 8th encounter just happened an hour ago. As I write this, I can still
taste my dad's cum on my mouth. I'm sitting in the computer room, and I can
hear him sleeping in my room. This is trully wonderfull, and I never get
tired of it. I've never been so happy in my life because I really enjoy
doing this, and I know this will keep happening, every month. We've
developed a secret and unspoken agreement, and we have many years ahead of
us to keep enjoying it. And I had to share this story somehow (you'll also
find this story in some other mature men websites, uploaded by me).

If we ever end up doing something else (other than me just sucking his
cock, which I LOVE, so I'm not complaining), I promise I will tell it all
in another story. Although I somehow doubt that will ever happen, but who
knows! Strangest things have happened. Like me sucking my dad's cock every
month :)

If you have any comments on my story or ar curious to know more about my
experience, please let me know: mortaniusgod@yahoo.com