Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 13:53:51 -0500
From: Kyle M <kyleatnifty@gmail.com>
Subject: My Experience With Dad (Part 1)

Thanks for taking the time and reading my story. If you have any comments
or feedback please shoot me an email at kyleatnifty@gmail.com. I just
turned the legal age in which I can share my story. This is my true and
personal story, this is just the first time I have been with my father. If
people like my writing, I'll probably share my other times. I'm sorry if
there are any grammatical errors I may have looked over.

It all started when I was sixteen years old, not very long ago. My father
and I live together in our house in a town near southwest Houston. My dad
and mom got a divorce when I was thirteen, and my father got custody. My
mom was dealing with school all of the time. She decided to go back to
school when I was twelve, to work towards her Phd in her field of medicine.
Both of my parents decided that my dad take care of me, seeing as he had
his stable job, income, and could me at home more. I still see my mom every
now and then, but not as frequently because she moved back to her home
state of Massachusetts.

My dad and I have a pretty good relationship. He's a cool and a laid back
kind of guy, but he can be strict when he wants to be. He works a lot of
the time, but still manages to do stuff with me. He went to my soccer and
football games, but I recently stopped doing school sports when I finished
my sophomore year of high school, because I needed to focus a bit more on
my grades, and mainly in part because my school teams usually sucked. We
would usually talk, or have "quality time" during dinner, or when working
out. I can tell he made an effort to be involved in my life, probably so
that I don't grow up and resent him or anything. I always kind of thought
of my dad as more of a friend, than an actual authority figure I had to
listen to. I could literally talk to him about anything, and he would help
me.

I guess I would consider myself bisexual. When I was younger, about
thirteen or fourteen, I would have considered myself straight. When I
turned fifteen, I started wondering, and having feelings for guys. I
doubted myself at first, but now I'm ok with it. What I wasn't ok with at
first is that I have a sort of attraction towards my dad. I guess it's just
an innocent feeling that I wouldn't really act on, but it's gotten stronger
over time. My dad only wears boxers when sleeping, so I pretty much always
see his muscular, hairy chest and stomach. What really gets me worked up
sometimes is when I see him in the morning, and he has huge morning
wood. He isn't really shy about it either. Sometimes he walks around naked
right after a shower, or in the morning when he's changing, and looking for
something to put on.

It all happened when I was sixteen. I remember that it was over the summer,
because I didn't have school. I usually hung out with a couple of my
friends during the summer. Most of them lived close enough for me to walk
to their house. I went over to my friend Oscar's house, then we drove
across town to my friend Jason's place. Not being in school, we didn't do
much. We usually just watch TV, go out somewhere, or play some ball. I
remember Oscar had to leave early because he had to pick up his brother and
take him to his physical therapy because he had a bad leg. I stayed at
Jason's house for a while, and then I called to ask my dad to come and pick
me up. I didn't have a driver's license because I was always busy doing
something, and never got around to doing the whole process of taking
classes, getting a permit, and then getting the license.

I remember my dad picking up at the front of the house in his black
truck. I said bye to Jason and his mom, who I remember to be very nice. I
went over to the truck and hopped in.

"Hey." I said to my dad as I clipped in my seat belt. I hadn't seen him all
day. He was at work when I left the house. He responded with a simple "Hey"
back. He started to drive onto the main street, and then we merged onto the
highway.

"So, what'd you do today?" My dad asked, concentrating on merging into the
fast lane without hitting any of the damned crazy drivers speeding by.

"Nothing. I went over to Oscars, and then we drove over to Jason's." I
explained.

"I was too lazy to cook today, so I bought us some burgers, but you weren't
home." My dad said.

"Thanks, but I already ate. We got a bite to eat at the pizza gas station."
I said.

"Fuck. That's nasty. You should stop eating at that shit hole." He said. He
wasn't too fond of that place. He once ate there and got a terrible stomach
ache.

"I know, but there wasn't anything else good, so you know..." I said.

We had to raise our voices throughout the conversation, due to the wind
being very loud when we went fast on the highway. The naturally cool wind
at night is much better than the a/c. At this point we got off the highway,
and into the regular streets. The time it took to get from Jason's house to
my house wasn't that long, if you take the highway. We drove down the same
familiar streets that I've known for the past sixteen years of my life. The
cool summer night breeze was very relaxing, and would make the leaves of
the tall trees rustle throughout the night. The streets around my
neighborhood were pretty quiet at night, and the only noises would come
from the wind, or the sounds of cars passing by. We pulled up into our
driveway, and entered through the front door.

I ran up to my room, and my dad went to his, im guessing. I remember
wanting to go to bed, because it was pretty late, but I took a shower
first. After taking the shower I jumped in. I usually just wear a pair of
boxers when I sleep. I don't really like to feel like I have layers of
fabrics on me, especially not in the Texas summer. Once in bed, my mind
usually goes wild with the thoughts of one of the many girls in school, or
guys from the covers of Men's Health that my dad usually has lying around.
Being sixteen, thoughts like those would welcome a boner, and once I had
one, I would be tossing and turning all night with the sexy thoughts that
would make surely make any thirteen year old boy ooze uncontrollably with
pre-cum. With a raging hard boner, I would surely have to attend to it. I
remember being too lazy to get up and walk across the room to get my
laptop, or any other electronic device that would offer access to millions
upon millions of pornographic pictures and videos. Sometimes the
imagination could be just as arousing as a video.

I laid there in my bed, softly stroking my boner, and playing with my head
under my covers. I really like to play with the head until I'm really
oozing pre cum, then whip out my cock for the real jack off. I had the
nasty adolescent thoughts of violently plowing my cock between a set of
double D's, or eating out a pink juicy pussy, or sucking a hard, veiny cock
dry.

I ran my hand down my stomach, and grabbed a hold of my rock hard cock
under my boxers. I slowly slid my boxers right off, and my cock sprang
up. I moved my covers out of the way. I grabbed my dick and slid my right
hand all the way down the shaft, then back up. Tightly, I made sure every
inch of my young cock was taken care of and satisfied. I thrust my hips up
and down, rhythmically. I remember it has been a while since the last time
I jerked off, because it felt so good, and it usually only feels really
good when you've gone a while without doing it. Still stroking my hard
meat, I could hear footsteps from the outside of my door. It was probably
my dad, but I didn't pay much attention to it. His room is down the hall
from mine, so I assumed he was going there.

I immediately heard my door open, and my dad come in. "Hey, have you seen
my laptop by any chance?" He said as he barged in. He easily saw what I was
doing, the light coming in from the hallway made sure of it.

As soon as he came in, I quickly grabbed my covers and covered myself. It
was too late, as he obviously saw what was happening.

"Oh. Shit. Sorry man, I didn't know you were...." he said.

I could feel my face turning hot and red from embarrassment. I didn't know
how long we both stood there in silence. It was probably two seconds, but
felt like forever.

"Hey, dude. It's ok. I know I should have probably knocked."

"Yeah..." I said sarcastically.

"Umm... I was caught by my dad once too. It's really no big deal." he
explained. "Um....I still do it all the time. Infact, I was about to do
it... if you want you can join me." he said.

"Join you in jacking off?" I asked, still sort of covering myself.

"Yeah... if you want."

I sort of paused, thinking about it. I was still sort of embarrassed from
getting caught jacking off.

"I mean, it's not like it's weird or anything, I'm your dad, not some
stranger. Dads and sons can jack off no problem, it's like bonding." he
said.

"Well, OK, I guess." I mumbled.

My dad slowly walked over to my bed. He was shirtless and only had on a
pair of basketball shorts. He slowly grabbed the covers from my hand, and
moved them away, exposing me naked. He then laid down next to me. He slowly
grabbed his crotch and squeezed his large bulge.

"C'mon, do it with me." He said, as he grabbed my right hand and placed it
on my limp cock.

I slowly started to play with my balls, and soon enough I started to get
horny again. I could feel my heartbeat, as I was a bit nervous. My dad was
so quick to come next to me and jack off, it was all so fast. The crush I
had on my dad was definitely real, but I couldn't let him know that. After
some time, my cock had grown to full size, like it was before my dad had
walked in on me.

"Woah, just like your old man." My dad said. I noticed that he looked over
at my dick. He slid his hand under his shorts, and whipped his dick out
too. It was long, like mine, but noticeably thicker. My cock was just like
his, but on a bit smaller scale. I guess my cock would grow like his.

He grabbed his shaft, and slowly started to rub his hot throbbing cock. He
ran his hand up and down, from his tip to his large balls. His pubic hair
was thick, and brown. It connected with his stomach hair, and up to his
chest. I was the same way, but less hairy. I had thick pubes, and stomach
hair, but my chest was fairly smooth, with minimal but noticeable hair. I
ran my hand down my warm, stiff meat; while I watched my father's balls
bounce around as he slid his fist up and down his thick cock. He rubbed his
inner thigh with his other hand as he jacked off with his right one.

"You like cock?" I heard my dad ask.

I immediately got anxious and scared at the question. He must have seen me
swoon over his cock while I played with myself.

"Well?" He asked again. I remained silent, and scared. "I won't get mad
dude. It's perfectly fine if you like cock. ...well?"

I still remained nervous. I should have kept my eyes on my own junk. He
would probably think that I was some creep who liked his own father's
dick. He gave me a gentle nudge on my arm.

"Yes..." I answered in a soft, scared voice.  He leaned over to my side,
put his left arm around my shoulders, and came closer. He was practically
breathing on my neck, lingering over me. He whispered into my right
ear. "Do you like your dad's cock?"

I could smell his men's body wash on him, the one that usually turned me
on. I felt him grab my hand, and wrap my fingers around his cock. I
clenched up from the nervousness. I could feel the soft, warm, and stiff
dick in my hand.

"Well?" He asked again, in a lower voice.

"Y-es" I quivered.

Very slowly, he kissed me on my neck. "I've been very horny for you, you
know?"

"You have?" I asked

"Oh yeah. I know it may sound sick, but c'mon, I mean look at you. You're
so fucking hot" he said.

I couldn't believe it. It was a lot to take in, but he turned me on too
much to think. I kissed him back, and we held it for a while. Our lips
touched softly for quite a while, until I felt my dad's tongue push through
my lips, and into my mouth. He filled my mouth his his warm, wet tongue,
and we made out. He grabbed me, and positioned me on top of him. I looked
down at him, and he looked up at me. We held the look for a second, and we
resumed kissing. I could feel the stubble on his chin rub my face. I
released, and kissed his neck like he did to me earlier. I moved my tongue
in slow motions on a part of his neck. I could tell he loved it. He held me
tightly, and rubbed my back. I then slowly moved to his ear. I carefully
nibbled on his earlobe. He moaned softly, and ran his hand up and down my
back with care.

I moved down lower. I buried my face in his hairy chest as I kissed it. I
loved his freshly showered smell. I played with one of his nipples with my
hand, and the other with my tongue. I sucked, and gave a gentle nibble on
it. My dad immediately brought me back up to his face, and kissed me.

"I love you playing with my body" he said.

He moved his arms over his head, exposing his light brown haired
armpits. He flexed his biceps. I felt them and kissed them. They were just
as hard as my dad's bulging cock underneath my stomach was. I then kissed
hairy armpits. I dug my face in, and licked them. He seemed to really enjoy
it because he held my neck and moaned as I did it.

"How about you suck my cock?" he whispered as I was still attending to his
pits.

I moved down, and positioned my face right in front of his manhood. His
cock was rock solid, and stood straight up. It was oozing a small amount of
pre cum. I touched the tip of the cock with my finger, and some pre cum
came right off and stuck to my finger. I stuck it in my mouth. The warm
sticky pre cum slid down my throat with ease. I put my lips on the head,
and slowly took my dad's cock into my mouth. Carefully, I filled my mouth
as much as I could with his cock. I was careful not to use any teeth. Only
half way down the cock, and I was completely full. I made slow, sensual
movements with my tongue as I came back up, and then back down. I could
feel my dad's body clench up with pleasure. I kept up with my slow pace,
and played with his balls. I then grabbed the cock with my hand, and buried
my face in the underside of his balls. With my thumb, I made very careful,
circular motions on my dad's head while I thoroughly licked his ball
sack. I looked up at my dad. His abs were bulging out from his body being
so clinched. He was also sweating heavily, and biting the corner of one of
my pillows.

"Come here" He said as he grabbed me, and placed me on the bed. This time,
he positioned himself on top of me.

He came down on my face, and kissed me, tasting his precum in my mouth. He
rubbed my thighs, and slowly positioned them upwards. I then felt something
at the opening of my ass. I sort of jumped at the feeling of his cock on my
ass.

"Shhh. It's Ok." he said, putting his hand on my forehead, and placing the
other one on my lower back.

I quickly felt the head of the penis start to penetrate my ass. Honestly,
it was painful, dreadfully painful. It was my first time, and I never
prepped myself because I never thought something would be going into my
ass. He slowly went in more. I clenched my eyes and teeth to fight the
pain. I could feel my face turn a bright red from the pain.

"Too much?" He asked. I nodded my head. "I'm barely even in. Maybe some
other time." He said as he slipped the head of his dick out of my ass.

"Thanks" I said.

"I wouldn't want you to take pain just so I could take pleasure." He said,
and kissed me again.

He put my legs down, and laid on top of me. I could feel him position his
cock upright on my stomach, next to mine. We made out some more. My dad
then started to thrust his hips up and down, rubbing our cocks against each
other's stomachs. It felt really good, especially when I wasn't doing
anything. He began going faster. He wrapped his arms around my back, and
looked at me straight in my eyes, then kissed me some more. He began going
faster and faster. The feeling kept on getting better the faster he went. I
could see that his cheeks turned a bright red, and was sweating even
more. He was moaning, and breathing heavily on me. My cock felt great, and
sent small jolts of pleasure around my body. He would let out small
whimpers of pleasure once in a while that would just make thrust
faster. The pleasure started to get greater until I could feel that I was
about to cum.

"I think I'm going to cum" I said in a soft voice. I was too caught up in
the pleasure to speak up.

"Yeah. Cum for me. Cum for daddy" He said.

My body stiffened, and I could feel the cum explode out of my cock. I let
out soft moans, and the cum oozed out onto my stomach. My dad went faster
once I cummed. He held me tighter and fucked with much more vigor. I made
out with him some more while he was still going at it. He started to moan
louder, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was about to
shoot. He looked right into my eyes as I felt him clench up and his cum
squirt out onto our stomachs. He ran his fingers through my hair as he
moaned loudly. He still kept going, but much slower, until he completely
stopped. He got some cum from our stomachs with his finger, and stuck it in
my mouth. He rolled off from on top of me, and laid next to me. He kissed
me. We exchanged the cum in our mouths until we eventually swallowed.

He laid with his back down, and I put my arm out around his chest. I rested
my head on his hairy chest, and he wrapped his arm around me. We eventually
went to sleep without saying a word.