Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 04:26:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Frank Calder <calderfrank@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael and his Dad - part II

The positive feedback I got after I posted Part I encourages me to post
this Part II. Just a few words before we start:
  - this is a work of imagination and not a real-life story, however
 much I would like it to be.
  - I have still to decide whether I identify with Michael or with his
   Dad, which - to a point - is an added advantage as it allows me to
  re-read my own stories from both points of view. Double personality,
   double pleasure :)
  - Michael's mouth is the sole receptacle of his Dad's semen. There
 might be some light anal play from time to time (as in this second
part) but the two will never actually engage in sodomy. So now you
know. I welcome any suggestion of situations in which Michael might
receive his Dad's semen onto his face or in his mouth. These may be
very degrading (see Part III...) but Michael will always perform
deliberately and will never be forced by his Dad who loves him
dearly.

Finally, let me add that English is not my mother tongue. This explains
- and exonerates? - the odd improprieties that might pop up here and
there. Thanks.

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Michael and his Dad - Part II
(having read Part I is not absolutely necessary but might help
understand better)


It was a Saturday. Dad and I had just come back from a football match
and I was getting undressed when the phone rang.

Dad picked it up.

"Hello? [...] Hey! Hi, John. How are you doing? [...] What! [...] He
didn't, did he? [...] Oh! Shit! [...] What about his wife and kids?
[...]"

I will not rewrite the whole conversation but I clearly understood that
someone had died. It turned out to be one of Dad's friends from school,
a certain Harry, who'd had a car accident.

Dad was not that close to him - they had not met for several years -
and he was not shattered by the news. He was, however, very upset
because it was the first person of his generation that had passed away.
I suspect he was more affected by the implication for himself - time
was flying by, he was not getting any younger, one day it will be
him... - than by the actual demise of Harry.

When I came out of my room - naked - I found Dad sitting on the floor,
his back to the wall, staring at the carpet between his legs spread
open in front of him.

I know Dad and I could tell he was not so much sad as disturbed. I
walked to him and knelt between his legs, facing him. I put my hands
behind his shoulders and gently pulled him to me. I hugged him, his
head against my belly and I even rocked him a bit and kissed his hair.
I tried to make him feel as good as he usually makes me feel when he
hugs me.

After a few minutes he lifted his face, looked at me and smiled. There
was so much love in his look I thought I would melt of happiness.

"Thanks Michael. I love you so much. I am so lucky to have you."

"Hey! That's MY line!" I playfully complained.

He chuckled and threw his arms around me. Pulling me to him he made me
sit between his legs, my back against his belly. He wrapped his arms
around my shoulders and rested his mouth on the top of my head, kissing
me softly.

We stayed silently like that for a while then we started to compare
thoughts on the football match. As it is not very easy to speak to
someone when you don't see them I turned around a bit so I could face
him. He bent his left leg up and I rested my back against his thigh. He
rested his right hand on my right thigh, not far from my crotch. As we
spoke he absent-mindedly started to gently stroke the inside of my leg
and, slowly working his way up, he was soon stroking my testicles and
my now erect penis.

He then pulled my right leg over his and slightly lifted his knee.

"Open your legs for me, son" he whispered.

"Yes, Dad."

With his left arm around my shoulder his hand got hold of my leg behind
my left knee and he held it. I could hardly have been more open for
him.

I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, enjoying his stroking
of my crotch. Little by little he moved on to stroke my scrotum and
eventually reached my anus. He gently stroked it and pressed his finger
ever so gently onto it.

"Relax, son" he whispered.

He brought his finger to his mouth and coated it with saliva. Returning
to my anus he gently pushed it inside a little, then out again. I was
totally relaxed and he was soon able to insert the first two knuckles
of his middle finger. Excited as I was my anus must have been producing
some kind of natural lubricant because it seemed easier and easier for
his finger to move in and out.

The feeling was incredible. I had never played with my anus and I did
not know it was possible to derive so much pleasure from this area of
my body. I soon came all over my belly without even touching myself.

Dad gently took his finger out of my anus and, with another finger, he
scooped my semen and fed it to me. I sucked his finger clean several
times until all the semen on my belly had disappeared.

By then, Dad's legs were stiff and he had to stand up and stretch.
Kneeling in front of him I reached for his zip and released the erect
penis that was making a pretty big bulge under his jeans.

I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck it but Dad got hold of it with
his hand and started to masturbate quite vigorously. I sat back on my
heels, tilted my head backwards and opened my mouth.

"When I come, don't swallow immediately, son. I want to see it gather
in your mouth first."

He approached his penis and rested it on my lower lip without inserting
it inside my mouth.

Then he came.

Over and over, white spurts appeared at the tip of his gland and fell
onto my tongue slowly filling my mouth and bathing my lower teeth. The
now familiar smell of Dad's semen filled the air around my face and I
deeply inhaled.

When he was done ejaculating he knelt in front of me. With his eyes
full of paternal pride at seeing my open mouth filled with his semen he
kissed my forehead and said:

"You're a good boy, Michael. You can swallow, now."

I did and he kissed my lips. I spent the rest of the afternoon with the
taste of Dad in my mouth and I loved it. I felt so close to him, so
safe and so loved that I was more than ever happy to be his boy. Happy
to belong to him.

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Michael and his Dad - part III

One day Dad came back from work and said he'd had what he called 'an
accident'. He was really tired on that day - from watching a late
football match the night before - and he had fallen asleep in the
underground. While asleep he'd had a wet dream and had come in his
underwear.

"Never thought this would happen to me at 49..."

We both laughed at that and I said:

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of it."

As usual I walked with him to the sofa and knelt at his feet. I slowly
pulled his shirt out of his trousers and undid the three lower buttons.
I opened his shirt over his belly (Dad is not fat but slightly chubby).
I then undid his belt and his fly. He lifted his hips and I pulled his
trousers which I folded up and put away. I asked him to slide down a
little and sit at the edge of the sofa. I then slowly pulled his
underwear down his legs and over his feet. It was indeed full of semen
and I put it on the coffee table to wash later. I then turned to Dad's
crotch and saw that it was covered in semen too. He must have come a
lot because there was semen all over his pubic hair, all over his
shrivelled up penis, all over his testicles and even along his scrotum
almost all the way to his anus.

That's where I started. I asked Dad to lift his legs in the air and
open them wide. I crawled to him on all fours and started licking his
anus and his scrotum clean. I then thoroughly circled around his
testicles until there was no trace of semen left there either. It was
more difficult cleaning his pubic hair as I had to suck on them to get
them clean. Finally, I took his flacid penis in my mouth and licked as
much as I could from it. I pulled his foreskin back so I could lick all
around his gland and I was surprised to see that there was quite a lot
of semen trapped underneath. Because I know what Dad likes I did not
immediately swallow this last load but I sat up on his lap and he
hugged me. I then opened my mouth for him so he could see his semen
bathing my tongue.

"Good boy. I am proud of you. You make me real proud when I see you
with my semen on your face, on your lips or on your tongue. Keep your
mouth open, don't swallow but turn your tongue inside your mouth so I
can see it move around. Go on. Do this for Daddy. Make daddy proud of
his boy. That's it. Good boy. Gooood boy... You can swallow now,
Michael. I love you."

I knelt back between his legs but all that had me very excited. I was
hard as a rock. Dad told me he would help me release myself. He
positioned me on all fours between his legs, my butt facing him and my
head facing the television. Leaning forward he proceeded to masturbate
me with his right hand while, with the left, he played with my nipples.
When I came he cupped his hand in front of my penis and I filled it
with sperm. He told me to stay on all fours but to turn around and face
him and he held his hand in front of my face. I drank my own semen off
his hand and licked it clean.

"That's my boy who knows how to please Daddy."

We eventually sat in our usual position and started to watch
television. Then Dad noticed his underwear on the coffee table next to
him. He folded it so the semen-stained area was on the outside. He held
it in front of me and casually said:

"Here, son."

I stuck my tongue out and licked as much as I could but the fabric
itself was soaked. I opened my mouth a little and Dad gently pushed his
underwear inside. I sucked on it for an hour, until the film was over.

I loved every second of that evening because I could see Dad was really
happy. And Dad's happiness is the source of mine.

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