Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 18:07:03 -0500
From: shadowlawn <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Dad - Part One

The most awesome experience of my life just happened. Just thinking about
it turns my dick look like a small baseball bat. It was like my best
fantasy come true, that I really have a hard time believing it happened.
I'm so excited about it that I want to tell everyone I know, but for
reasons you'll figure out for yourself that can't happen. So I decided to
put it on Nifty so I can tell the world without getting anybody into
trouble. Course I'm changing the names and won't tell you where I live, but
the rest is real. I'm not sure how to start so I'll just put it down, so
forgive any mix ups in my writing.

I guess I should tell you about me first. I'm Kyle. I'm 16 years old, a
junior in high school with around an A- average (so I'm a pretty good
student). I like computer games (who doesn't), history and politics, and
I'm on the school's swim team. I'm kind of small, just 5'7" and I'm afraid
I'm not going to get a whole lot taller, I weigh 131, but my body is all
solid and toned (from a lot of swimming). I guess you could say I'm cute,
at least most of the girls in school seem to think so, but I'm not as cute
as I wish I was. I have thick, dark brown hair, big dark brown eyes with
long (and the girls say sexy) eyelashes. My teeth are real white, but my
bottom teeth are just a little bit crooked in the front (not too bad
though). Any way like I say most girls think I'm cute and I don't think I
would have much trouble dating any cute girl I wanted to, but since I like
guys I don't. I'm not really shy, but as a cover I act like I am to explain
why I don't date much and don't chase the girls. I don't have a lot of
friends (part of the shy thing), but I don't have any enemies either. Most
kids think I'm a little nerdy, but OK.

I've had sex a lot of times for my age I think. I've gotten blow jobs since
I was 14, from a guy who works at the library in town. He tried to get me
to blow him, but I wouldn't. He's like 32, which is cool with me, but isn't
too cute and he acts like a big sissy, so I really didn't want to suck him;
he never tried to force me, just asked if I'd like to try it. I did want to
see what sucking a dick was like, just not his.  Any way that didn't seem
to stop him from wanting to suck me; he gives a really awesome blow job so
I let him suck me whenever we can get together. Oh yeah, I finally did suck
a dick. I have given blow jobs to my friend Jeff. He's my age and goes to
Catholic school. We've been buddies since we were both 9, he lives on the
same street as me. We started jerking off together, looking at Playboys and
Penthouse magazines, around the time we were 13, right after I found out
about jerking off. I showed him how to do it.  Since then we've messed
around, jerking each other and beginning last year a little sucking (well
maybe more than just a little). He'll do it, but I don't think he likes it
as much as me. He won't ever finish me, he sucks me a little and then jerks
me until I cum. Me, I do it until he shoots, though I've only let him cum
in my mouth one time when he begged me to. I kind of liked it, but I didn't
want him to know it. So I figured that I must gay, cause I like guys, like
sucking and I have this wicked crush on my dad. I mean if there was one
male I wanted to blow most it was my dad. I love him, but just thinking
about sucking him gets me horny big time. I jerked off a lot just thinking
about what it would be like to have his big cock in my mouth.

My dad's name is Ben. He's an insurance broker in town and makes a good
living for us. He's 35 and a real stud. I look nothing like him, I take
after my mom. He's 6'1", 200 lbs., with a body that gives me goose bumps.
He goes to the gym 3 times a week before going to work. He has dark blond
hair that he keeps cropped short and looks like a Marine. His eyes are
crystal blue and I try not to look into them because I pop wood whenever I
do. If you're gay I think, just like me, you'd want to suck him if you saw
him. He's also the best dad in the world, no bullshit, it's true.

My mom died when I was just 4 years old, she had cervical cancer. Of course
I was sad about not having a mom, but I was so young I really didn't
understand enough to go crazy over it. The worst I suffered was that I was
real afraid that dad would die too and I'd have to live in an orphanage.
Dad was real good about making me feel safe, but he took mom's dying real
hard. He'd loved her since they were both in high school and he got so
depressed when she died that I was the only person who could make him
smile. Any way he decided that I needed a mom so after about a couple of
years he forced himself to start dating. I think that maybe if it wasn't
for me he'd never have done it. But pretty soon he was engaged and then
married this woman. She turned out to be a real bitch and was not nice to
me at all. It only lasted a couple of years (most of the time they did
nothing but fight) then the got divorced. We still call her the wicked
step-mother whenever we talk about her, which isn't too often. Dad made me
a promise at the time saying that from now on it would be just the two of
us. He still goes out on dates, but not too often, and I think he does it
mainly to get some sex. So from the time I was 8 it was just the two of us.

Dad's a pretty laid back dude. Like I said he's the best dad in the
world. I see how other dad's are and my dad is way better. He isn't two
faced like other kid's dads. He is always honest with me. He told me his
job was to provide us with a good living and to raise me to be a good
man. He said that my job was to be a good student, to keep myself fit, my
room clean and to be good to other people. He never makes rules just
because he can, if there's a rule it's because there's a reason for it and
we talk it out before he sets it. Let me give you a few examples. From the
time I turned 13 he's let me have an occasional beer, but only on the
weekends or during summer vacation. He told me he knew kids my age would
sneak beer, but that would lead to trouble, so I can do it, but only with
him and then only when it won't cause a problem with school and things like
that. The same with pot, my dad smokes pot on weekends. He never hid that
from me. He explained that I was too young to try, but that when I was
older I could. So on my 14th birthday, just about when other kids were
beginning to try it, my dad rolled a big fat joint and shared it with
me. He told me what to expect and I really dug it. We still smoke together
and I've never told anybody. I guess the other kids would be like really
shocked if they knew that nerdy me smoked pot, drank beer and had sex. Like
dad says never judge someone just by what you think.

My dad is also very cool when it comes to sex. We had our first man-to-man
talk when I was just 11. He explained where babies came from. He didn't get
too technical, but gave me enough information so that I pretty much
understood that a man put his penis into a woman's vagina, squirted some
kind of liquid into her and then a baby grew inside the woman. Of course at
the time I just thought that it was something like peeing. I had no idea
about how good it could feel or that it was something that was really
important and a major part of life.

Then just before my 13th birthday, when the first signs of puberty (I'd had
my first wet dream and thought I'd peed the bed) began to show dad said he
was taking a week off from work and taking me up to a mountain cabin for my
birthday. I was born in July so school wasn't a problem. I was psyched,
cause we'd be able to swim and canoe in the lake where the cabin was
located. I later figured out that what dad really wanted to do was spend
time with me and have some real father-son bonding so that we could have
some talk about sex. I was still pretty innocent at the time. I actually
thought that the only time people had sex was when they wanted to make a
baby.

We arrived at the cabin just after noon on Saturday and set the place up,
putting away supplies, taking the sheets off the furniture. When we
finished we went down to the lake for a swim. Since there was nobody to see
us dad said that we'd just skinny dip. Dad had never been shy about his
body and often went around the house with no clothes. He never made a big
deal out of it. I'd find him in the kitchen, early in the morning, making
coffee and totally naked. Dad slept naked and didn't see any reason to put
on clothes just to go make coffee or go to the bathroom. By the time I was
11 I told dad I didn't want to wear pajamas any more that I wanted to sleep
like him with nothing on. Soon I was also walking around the house naked
acting like it was what everyone did. On weekends dad would take his
morning shower and then sometimes, though not always, just hang out naked
all morning until there was a reason to dress. So going skinny dipping
didn't seem strange or anything because it was just the two of us.

We went back to the cabin from our swim, drying ourselves with towels as we
walked. When we got indoors dad didn't bother to put on any clothes and
neither did I. He went into the kitchen area of the cabin and to my
surprise got us each a beer.

"Let's have a talk."

"OK," I said and we each sat on the couch, dad at one end me at the
other. He pulled his legs up on the cushions and sat Indian style facing me
and I did the same only facing him, we were both still naked.

The first thing he did was talk to me about drinking beer. (I was drinking
it, but I really didn't like the taste too much at first. I drank it any
way cause I didn't want him to think I was a wooze). He set down the rules
about drinking and explained why he was making them. I told him I
understood and agreed to follow them. Then he changed the subject to
something I found more interesting.

"Remember a couple of weeks back when you thought you'd wet the bed and I
told you you'd just had a wet dream, not to worry and I'd explain
everything to you when we had a chance?"  I could feel myself blushing and
nodded my head.

"Now's that chance. You're entering puberty, when you body goes from being
a boy and starts becoming a man. There's a lot of information you need to
have and I figured that this week was a good time to provide it to you. We
have lots to talk about and my guess is that you're going to have lots of
questions. I hope I can answer them all, but before we leave you'll know as
much about sex and being a man as I do. I can't do better than that. So do
you think you're up for it?"

"Sure," I said, but like I told you I was real innocent so I had no idea
what he was really talking about and at the time didn't have a whole lot of
curiosity, but that was going to change quick.

"OK. I guess the first thing I'd better explain is what a wet dream is and
why you had one. Every boy has wet dreams, including your old man at your
age. You know how babies are made, right?" He asked.

"Yeah. The man puts his penis into the woman's vagina and squirts sperm
into her and 9 months later the baby is born."

"It's somewhat more complicated and we'll get to that, but those are the
basics," he explained. "At just about your age, for some boys sooner,
others later, your body starts to produce sperm and that's what causes
wet-dreams."

He stopped for a few seconds and looked like he was thinking, then he
grinned at me and started again. "Listen, I'm going to give you the
technical terms for the things we're talking about, but they aren't the
terms most people use in everyday conversation, so I'm going to give you
the other more common words too. I'll give you the technical terms first,
but to make it easier I'll use the common words as we go along. Got it?"

"I think so," I said, though I was a bit confused.

"OK, the most common word for sperm is cum, that's c-u-m, not c-o-m-e. Your
tentacles or balls produce the cum. If they produces too much and you're
not having sex the cum has to be released so you have a wet dream."

"Can I ask a question?" I asked.

"Sure Sport, whenever you want, just interrupt."

"Why does the body start producing the cum so long before a boy is ready to
have sex?"

"Good question." My dad said, "with a very logical answer. Throughout most
of history people didn't live as long as they do now. Also life was more
simple. People farmed, families lived together, sometimes several
generations on the same land and many times the same house. Believe it or
not boys and girls were often married as young as 13. In places like India
that was a common practice right up into the 20th century. You know Paul
Jacobs (he the son of my dad's business partner)?" I nodded and he went on.

"Remember we went to his Bar Mitzvah a couple of years ago?" I nodded
again. "Well in the Jewish religion boys become of age at 13, because
that's the way it was back in the time of the Bible. So they continue the
tradition. So even though today boys don't get married so young their
bodies are still operating on their original timetable. That's why your
body has started to produce sperm."

"So," I said, "until I start having sex I will have wet dreams? Gross, you
mean I'm going to have to change my sheets all the time? How often do you
have them? You don't have sex, so do you have wet dreams?"

"Whoa," he stopped me, "one question at a time. You will have wet dreams so
long as you don't cum often, cum by the way is both a verb and a noun," he
explained. "You cum when you shoot your sperm and cum is the sperm
itself. Any way if you don't cum you will have wet dreams, maybe once a
week, maybe every two weeks, it varies from boy to boy and time to time. As
for if I still have wet dreams the answer is no. And for your information I
do still have sex, though not as often as I wish, but my sex life isn't the
topic here. Besides you can have sex, or at least cum, without another
person being present."

 That got my full attention. I didn't say it out loud by I wondered why
somebody would want to have sex alone. My second thought I did ask
aloud. "How?"

"The technical word for both guys and girls is masturbation, but the way
guys do it is calling jerking off and that pretty much describes what you
do. You take your hard penis or cock in your hand and jerk it up and
down. After you've done it long enough you cum."

I really didn't understand and said so. "Why would you do that, I mean
doesn't it hurt to jerk your, ur, cock?" I almost giggled using that word
with my dad. Of course I knew that people called it a cock or dick or prick
or pecker, but I'd never called it any of those names with my dad. Penis or
PeePee when I was younger.

"Actually no, as a matter of fact it feels really good. Haven't you ever
played with your cock because you liked the feeling?"

I could feel myself blushing; of course I'd played with it, dozens of times
in bed, in the tub, sometimes just watching television when I was alone. It
always felt good and most times it would get real hard. I answered, "Well
yeah and yeah it felt good, but I never jerked it around."

"Not around Kyle, up and down. And the more you do it the better it feels,
much better than just rubbing it or waving in around. And when you cum it's
just about the best feeling in the world."

"So did you do it when you were a kid?"

This time it was dad who looked just a little bit embarrassed, but he
didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, I sure did and I still do."

Now that surprised me. I tried to imagine my dad with his pecker hard and
in his hand jerking it up and down (though I still couldn't quite visualize
exactly how that worked). Suddenly my own 3-inch soft cock started to get
hard and before I could try and tuck it down it was standing right out from
my crotch a full 5 hard inches. Dad couldn't help but notice. I mean he'd
seen me hard many times in the morning on my way to take a pee, but never
just sitting around especially not talking to him. I just knew my face was
fire engine red.

Dad just chuckled softly and said, "I can see your equipment is in good
working order. Relax Kyle all men get erections or hard-ons, and sometimes
when they're not particularly appreciated, especially when you're a
teenager. I used to have to walk with my books in front of me in high
school sometime so that nobody would notice the tent in my pants."

His humor and telling tales on himself did make me feel better and I
relaxed, but my cock stayed hard.

Dad didn't seem to pay it any more attention and got back to what he was
saying. "I'd say that most guys jerk off, even married men. It is something
you will do probably for the rest of your life, but more when you're a
teenager and don't have access to sex with another person. I started
jerking off at about the same age as you are now. There's nothing wrong
with doing it. Hell I think I jerked off every day of my life, sometimes as
much as 4 times a day until I started having sex. Even after I married your
mother I still did it, but not too often. You'll discover that men have
certain sexual needs and don't always have a partner handy when they have
the urge, jerking off is very easy way of dealing with the problem. You can
spend hours doing it or you can finish off in less than five minutes. You
can do it in bed, in the john, in the shower, standing up, laying down,
sitting in a chair, it just very convenient and it feel just too damn
good. I used to have a buddy in school that said it was a sin to waste a
good hard-on" and I suspect a lot of guys think that way.

He seemed to take a pause and I slipped in a question that had just come to
me. "Did your dad teach you about jerking off?"

"My dad? Grandpa? Not hardly. Back when I was a kid people weren't really
as open as they are today about sex, and even now it's pretty repressed.
No, he never even told me about the bird and bees. He asked me when I was
15 if I knew about them and seemed very happy when I told him I did. I got
most of my sex education from Ronnie Padgett, a kid in my neighborhood who
was 1 or 2 years older than me. Actually it was his being able to jerk off
that started my education. Old Ronnie had just learned to do it. We were
pretty good buddies and he told me he wanted to show me something really
cool. So we went to a tree house we'd built to hang out in. Then he just
whipped out his cock and proceeded to jerk off while telling me the facts
of life. I thought he'd gone crazy, and I was certain he was making up the
whole thing. That is until he shot his cum high in the air. I sure knew it
wasn't pee, so I figured he'd been telling the truth.

"Well it looked like he'd really enjoyed doing what he did and I wanted to
try, so I asked him if he minded me trying. He told me no, but that I was
still to young to make cum, but to go ahead and try cause it felt good even
if you couldn't cum. He was right; I loved jerking off even if nothing shot
out. It gave me a great feeling. After that Ronnie and I would meet in the
tree house abut once a week and jerk off together. He'd always cum, but it
was about a year before I could. Then one morning I woke up to find my
underwear soaking wet and I knew I was ready for the real thing. The next
time Ronnie and I were in the tree house I did and then felt and even
stronger feeling than usual. Suddenly it happened, cum shot out, not as far
or as much as Ronnie, but enough.  I thought I was going to pass out, the
feeling when I shot that first time was totally incredible. After that I
was hooked. I began jerking off morning, noon and night, with or without
Ronnie."

I didn't even think about it. I just blurted out, "will you show me? I'd
really like to see how you do it?"

That stopped dad cold. For the first time I don't think he knew what to say
and looked real confused.

"You said Ronnie showed you and that you still do it." For some reason that
I couldn't explain I really wanted to see my dad with his hard cock in his
hand making cum. I could also feel my own still hard little prick pulsing
with the beat of my heart.

"Sport, you've caught me by surprise. I'm not certain that jerking off is
what a dad is supposed to do with his son. I mean most people would think
that's very wrong."

"But if jerking off isn't wrong and you do it and Ronnie and you did it,
why would it be wrong for you to show me. I'd really like to learn how to
do it and watching you would show me." I really wanted to convince him.

"Well I guess you've got a point there, but give me a while to think about
it. In the mean time there are other things I want to explain. I'll think
about it and then give you my answer and the reasons for it, but before I
do I need to have it straight in my mind."

Dad went on to explain sexual intercourse between a man and a woman. He
briefly told me about oral sex and said we'd go into detail later in the
week. I of course had lots of questions and he did his best to answer
them. Around 5 in the afternoon dad told me to go and take a shower while
he set things up in the kitchen so that we could cook dinner.

When I got out of the shower, dad went in and took his. He took a long time
in the shower and I figured he must be thinking about what I asked. Dad
always said he thought best in the shower. When he finally came out he
didn't say anything. I was still naked and dad stayed that way too. We
cooked supper, ate and washed the dishes. By then it was after 7. The sun
was still up and dad suggested we go out for a walk. We both dressed and
head out on the trail that circled the lake. We talked, but dad didn't
mention anything about sex and, while I wanted to, neither did I. It was
past 9 by the time we got back to the cabin.

Even though it was July, with the sun up and being up in the mountains it
was just a little chilly. Dad decided to light a fire in the fireplace.
When it was going we both sat down on a fur rug that ran in front of
fireplace.

"Kyle I've been thinking about what you asked and I've made a decision. Let
me explain in detail what I've decided." Dad always explained everything in
detail to me, sometimes more detail than I really wanted, but most of the
times I liked that he did it.

"Do you know what incest is?"

"No."

"Incest is sex between two close relatives, like a father and daughter,
mother and son, brother and sister, and includes family members of the same
sex." I started to get the feeling that the answer was going to be no and I
was real disappointed.

"Incest is against the law, but more important it can have very bad
results.  If two close relatives have a baby the chances are great that the
baby will be born deformed or mentally retarded. It's because of the genes,
but back before science was able to figure that out people assumed it was
because God was punishing incest. So incest became a sin or a taboo.
There's another reason why sex between close relatives is a problem and
that's because often the older or more powerful of the two family members
uses that advantage over the younger or weaker to force sex on him or her.

"That's why I had to think about what you were asking. I certainly didn't
want to engage in incest with you for those reasons. But, I've thought it
out. Masturbation isn't sex, at least not the kind of sex that generally
involves two people. Second, it isn't going to produce any deformed or
retarded children. And finally I'm not forcing anything on you, it's you
that's asking me, so there's no taking advantage of you involved. So if
you'd still like me to show you I guess we can work it out."

I'd be expecting a no and now I was totally psyched. "When can we do it?"

Dad kind of laughed at how eager I was.  "Well Sport, I think we may both
enjoy this. To tell the truth I'm about due. I haven't had sex or jerked
off in about a week."

Dad got up and walked over the to kitchen a grabbed a roll of paper towel,
for what I had no way of knowing at the time, then he went into the
bathroom and came out with a small tube of KY, he grabbed a pillow from the
couch and threw it down on the fur rug. Then he took off all his clothes
and stretched out on the fur rug with his head on the pillow.  I asked if I
could take my clothes off too.

"Well if your going to jerk off that would be a good idea, so go ahead" he
said. "But why don't you watch me first and then you can have your turn."

I jumped up and got naked in a flash. Then I sat down Indian style right
next to dad's cock, I didn't want to miss a thing. My cock was already
hard, but dad's, although a little bigger than usual was still limp.

He squirted some KY into his right hand and then put his head back down on
the pillow and closed his eyes. He rubbed the clear KY all over his cock,
making it shine in the fire light, and slowly it began to get hard. After
less than a minute it was sticking straight up and looked like it was as
hard as a rock. It was also bigger than I'd ever remembered seeing it, even
when he had what he always called his morning wood. He wrapped his hand
around it and began moving it up and down, more like pumping it, I remember
thinking, than jerking it. I was almost holding my breath and I could feel
a tingling right under my balls. I wanted to reach out and touch it bad,
but I didn't. His hand moved up and down real slow at first. Then he began
to go faster and faster, Then with his left hand he pinched is nipple and
then moved it down and began playing with his balls. Meanwhile his right
hand became not much more than a blur it was going so fast. I saw a clear
liquid start coming out of the hole in the head of his cock and thought
that it was the cum. I got the urge to lick it, in fact I wanted to put my
dad's cock in my mouth, but I didn't. Then all of a sudden dad started to
moan and groan, I thought he was in pain, but I figured out quick it was
just the opposite it was making him feel real good. Even though I figured
he'd made cum he kept right on going and his groaning got louder. Then all
at once his legs got real stiff, his toes curled up, he lifted his ass off
the rug, he let out a roar and white stuff just shot out of his cock like a
volcano. I could not believe how much of the stuff shot out and dad was
wiggling and moaning. His chest and stomach were covered with the stuff and
it had run down his hand and cock too. I remember wondering what it tasted
like. Finally it was finished and dad seemed to settled down. The first
thing he did was grab some paper towels and cleaned himself up.

Maybe he was finished but I was totally horned up. My pecker had never been
so hard and clear goo was just pouring out of my piss slit. "Now can I
try?" I said which must have sounded like I was begging. Dad kind of
chuckled and said, "sure Sport, your entitled to a little fun too. I have
to say if you get off half as good as your old man you'll never forget your
first jerk off session. I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

Dad got up and had me help him turn the rug half way around so that it was
now facing the fire the long way with one edge up against the couch's
front. He then sat back down with his back leaning against the couch and
spread his legs wide open. "Here Sport, sit between my legs and rest back
against me, I'll brace you up, I think that might make things easier for
you."

I didn't have to be asked twice. Just the idea of being naked and held by
dad while he was also naked gave me an extra charge, as if I need one. I
lean back and into him and I could feel his cock, which was still part ways
hard pressed against my back and his balls up tight near the crack of my
ass. That really got me going. Dad then took my hand and brought it to my
cock and sort of showed me how to hold it. He didn't exactly grab it, but
his skin touched the skin of my cock and just that sent a rush through my
whole body, I was actually shaking like I was cold or something. Then still
holding my hand with my cock in it he started moving it up and down until
he said that it was the right rhythm. Then he took his hand away and
wrapped his arms around my chest while I pumped away at my cock.

I probably don't have to tell you, but I didn't last very long. The way I
was feeling it only took a minute or so and suddenly my whole body was like
out of control. It's a good thing that dad was holding me. I can't really
explain it in words, but since I guess most of you have done it I don't
really need to explain. I felt that special feeling and suddenly it was
just happening. Cum shot out of me like a rocket, four strong blasts. The
first one went so high it actually went into my hair, the others shot over
my chest and dad's arms and my hand, cock and balls were covered too. For a
second I thought I might die, it felt like life was shooting out of
me. Finally I could hardly move and I just collapsed back against dad. He
held me and told me how much he loved me and that he hoped I enjoyed
it. Finally when he knew I was OK and that I was starting to come around
again he said, "OK Sport, grab some of those towels and lets get cleaned
up. Then I think we'd better hit the shower again or we'll stick to the
sheets for sure." He laughed and I did too. I just knew I had the best dad
in the whole world. I mean who else has a dad who will hold him through his
first jerk off?

For the rest of the week I tried to talk him into us doing it again, but he
said that he'd shown me how and that while there was nothing wrong with it
he didn't want to make a habit of jerking off with his son.

 "Maybe sometime when we're both horny and in the mood we can do it
together, but it's got to be a spontaneous kind of thing, it can't be an
every day occurrence. The good thing is that neither of us has to worry
about the other of us catching him taking care of business. That in itself
makes me happy."

Before we left the following Friday evening dad had told me more about sex
than I'd imagined there being. I'd learned about condoms, oral sex, anal
sex, incest, bondage, sex toys, sadism and masochism, gays and lesbians and
of course jerking off. It wasn't a week later that I told Jeff all about
jerking off and before you knew it, it had become a regular thing we did,
just like computer games. Then I met the guy from the library and because
of what dad had taught me I knew exactly what he wanted and I was only too
happy to get blow jobs from him. Then of course I started trading blow jobs
with Jeff, but I've already told you all that. What I really wanted was to
have sex with dad. I knew he wasn't gay or anything and that there was no
chance he'd do anything to me (except maybe give me a hand job), but I
wanted to blow him. It was my favorite jerk off fantasy. It was almost like
a video in my mind. I'd thought about it so often I had it down pat and
whenever I played it in my head I always had the best cum. Of course I
never really expected that it would happen. Then something happened that
change everything. Something that let me know that dad might let me blow
him. It's where what I really want to tell you starts.

To Be Continued