Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 10:58:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: woogy bunny <woogy_the_love_bunny@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Sexy Dad

All my life I have held a special fascination with my
father's body.  I can remember being eager to take
baths with him when I was a small child as that meant
I would get to see his private parts, as I called them
at that age.  Dad was never too shy about his body.
We had one bathroom in the house in the main hallway.
Dad would often times undress in my parent's bedroom
then stroll naked to the bathroom and shower and shave
with the door open then stroll on back to the bedroom
and get dressed again.  He always sat around the house
on weekends in his tighty-whitey underwear much to my
mother's distress.  She would often times yell at dad
to go put some clothes on, quit walking around the
house naked and to quit scratching himself.  Dad and I
always laughed but mom was always dead serious about
it.  Dad had an absent minded habit he would execute
when he laid in bed in the mornings or when watching
TV or reading a book.  He would hold the book with his
right hand and stick his left hand down the front of
his underwear and twirl his fingers through his pubes
and absent mindedly play with his dick.  He would do
this in front of me or when I would snuggle with him
in bed.  If mom caught him she would scream at him to
quit playing with himself and act decent.  Dad always
yelled back for mom to shut the hell up and that he
wasn't doing anything wrong.  And that was my life
growing up.   I enjoyed seeing my father be so open.
We would often wrestle and his nut sack often times
fall out of the underwear or if dad moved his leg just
right his low hangers would fall out while he was
reading the newspaper.  I would stop and just stare
for as long as I could.  They were so dark and hairy
and hung so amazingly low.   As a child it was just
curiosity...something that was naughty but I didn't know
why.
Then puberty hit and everything changed.  I remember
the first night I lay awake masturbating and thought
about my father.  It was like a lightening bolt.
After that night I began looking at dad differently.
I actually paid close attention to his body, I
memorized the pattern of hair as it grew on his chest
and stomach, I made it a point to see him walk out of
the bathroom in the mornings so I could see his dick
and see how big it was and how big mine might become
one day.  This went on for many years.  I finally
reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore when
during the summer before my senior year my father and
I had a "run in."  He was showering in the AM and I
really had to take a dump.  So I went in and said
sorry and sat on the throne.  I decided to wait it out
like I had a tummy ache and waited for dad to get out
of the shower.  He did.  The curtain was thrown back
and not even two feet away stood my dad, naked and
wet.  He grabbed a towel and began to dry off while
talking to me about the usual stuff.  As he was drying
his hair I took in the sight that was my dad's body.
He was a gorgeous man.  Oh he wasn't a sex god or
anything and he wasn't some 250 lbs construction
worker.  He was a peace officer in his late forties.
He worked out regularly and kept in decent shape and
looked much better than most men his age.  Dad stood
about 5'11" and 180#.  He was thin but his muscles
were well defined on his chest and arms.  He had a
little pooch in his gut but that only made him that
much more masculine to me.  Dad had a very hairy chest
that trailed down to a furry stomach and a dark, brown
cock that lay buried in his thick bush.  His nut sack
as usual was long and pendulous and bounced on his
thighs as he dried himself off.  He dried off his
hairy arms and legs and I began to remember when I was
a small child and would cuddle his those furry arms
and feel warm and safe.  Dad's cock seemed heavier and
thicker than mine.  At 17 I was about 6 inches long
but I could tell that dad's would be bigger.  Well dad
dried off and went to his bedroom.  I quickly went to
mine and shot off a load of cum that nearly hit the
ceiling.
I decided to start taking after dad.  It was the
summer, after all, and mom went to work early in the
AM leaving dad and I alone most of the day until dad
went on patrol.  I would wake up and walk naked to the
bathroom and shave and shower with the door wide open.
 Dad would often times walk by and day good morning or
pass me in the hallway as I walked naked to the
bathroom.  He would smile and grin and I often caught
his gaze checking out my own body as I often check out
his.  I was developing nicely.  My dick had a nice
bush and I had inherited my dad's low hangers.  My
legs were already becoming quite hairy, as were my arm
pits.
This went on for a while and I finally got the courage
to try something else.  Morning wood was no new
phenomenon to me.  I decided to wait and go the shower
when I was sure dad was up and about.  I played with
my cock until it got hard and proceeded to walk slowly
to the shower.  I passed dad in the hallway and he
just smiled, looked down and said, "I was going to see
if you were up, but I seems you are in more ways than
one."  I laughed and feigned embarrassment and
shrugged saying, "Morning wood.  Not much I can do
about it."  Dad laughed and slapped me on my back
saying,  "It was fine.  He was my age once as well."
After that I had "morning wood" almost every time I
went to take a shower in the morning and it seemed dad
was always walking by or doing something in the
bathroom when I got up to see my wood.  One morning as
I was walking to the bathroom I heard dad shouting,
"hey boy come look at this!"  I peered around the
corner into the kitchen as saw dad in a towel looking
out the window.  "What is it?" I asked.  "I'm naked."
Dad just said so what and come look at this.  I walked
into the kitchen and looked at the herd of deer that
was grazing in our back yard.  We watched them for a
while then they wandered off.  Dad handed me a bowl
and offered me some cereal for breakfast.  I leaned
against the counter naked eating my cereal as dad and
I began to make hunting plans for the next season.
While we were talking dad's towel fell to the floor.
He just picked it up and swung it over his shoulder
and went continued talking about deer leases and other
such things.  We stood together, father and son, naked
and completely comfortable with our bodies.  I looking
at his and he looking at mine.  This continued for
some time.   I would wake up right after dad took his
morning shower and we both would have breakfast nude
in the kitchen and shoot the breeze.  Dad would often
times hang about the house nude and watch TV or read
the newspaper before putting on his uniform and going
to work.  I finally decided to try something new.  Dad
often times came home during the day to have lunch or
type up reports.  I waited until such a day and when I
say his patrol car pull up I stripped off my clothes
and went in the bathroom and turned up the little
shower radio so that I would not be able to hear him
come in.  Then I proceeded to jack off.  I still heard
the door close quietly and squinted my eyes and jacked
my cock for all that it was worth.  In the hazy image
I barely made out my dad standing in the doorway
looking at me jacking off in the bathroom.  I
pretended to keep my eyes closed and jacked off until
I came.  Dad quickly walked back into the living room
and pretended nothing happened.  I showered then came
out and said hello to him.  Dad smiled back with a
quixotic look and asked me how my day had been.  The
next day I woke up and dad was still in bed.  I walked
by the bedroom and said good morning.  Dad was reading
the newspaper and waved to me.  "Want to read the
paper?"  He asked.  Normally I would have cared less
but dad was inviting his naked son to get in bed with
him so I smiled and said thanks and slid next to him
in bed.  As I lifted the sheets I saw that dad was
naked as well.  We both lay in the bed and flipped
through the paper.  Dad as usual had his left hand
under the sheets and was toying with his pubes and
dick and I watched with quick shallow breaths.  Our
arms were touching and dad placed his right leg over
my left one.  We had cuddled like this before but in
the past we were both clothed and it had felt
different.  My dick had begun to swell and there was
no hiding the lump in the sheets.  Dad looked at it
and smiled, "Oh to be 17 again," he mumbled.  I
blushed and laughed nervously.  Dad just said, "Boy
you had better take care of that thing before you get
blue balls.  I must have turned pale as a sheet
because then dad responded, "Boy it is okay.  I
already know you jack off.  I've seen you.  Besides it
is a normal thing.  I do it.  We both sit around the
house naked all morning there is nothing wrong if we
see each other tug on our meats every now and then.
We're both men.  There's no shame, son."  With that he
stood up and stuck a tape in the VCR and turned on the
TV and got back into bed.  It was a porn of some girl
getting fucked by a room full of hot guys.  "Cool!
Porn!" I shouted and dad lay back on this pillow with
one arm behind his head and the other stroking his
growing meat.  Dad and I both watched the porn for
some time as we stroked our meat and shot glances at
each other.  Dad's leg was once again on mine.  Slowly
he began to move his leg up and down and his knee was
nestled against my nut sack.  "Good to see you are
going to get the family jewels, boy."   As we watched
the porn the chick was blowing some guy.  Dad asked me
if I had ever experienced a blow job before.  I said
no even though my cousin had blown me on several
occasions.  Dad said, "It feels great, son.  You
really ought to try it sometime.  You will love it.
Would you like to try it?"  Dad asked.  I mumbled some
affirmative and dad's hand began to stroke my chest
and twirl my nipples.  Slowly he made his way down to
my cock and began to pump it for me.  I naturally
reached over and began to jack his cock.  Then dad
slowly moved towards me and began to suck on my cock.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  My heart was
pounding in my ears.  Dad slowly ate my cock and
slurped on my nut sack before pushing my legs back and
burrowing his rough, unshaven face into my ass as he
ate my asshole.  I was in pure bliss.    Slowly dad
began to work in his fingers into my ass as he toyed
with it with his tongue.  After he had two fingers in
he pulled back and reached over and grabbed some KY
jelly off the nightstand and lubed up my ass.  Slowly
dad turned me on my stomach and began to work his dick
into my hole.  It hurt like hell and dad held me in
his strong, hairy arms and kissed my neck whispering,
"You're my boy.  Be a good boy.  Shhhh...daddy won't
hurt you.  Relax.  How does that feel?"  After some
time dad finally got his 7" cock all they way into my
ass and began thrusting into me.  Dad would flip me
over and fuck me in ever imaginable position he could
thing off.  Doggy, missionary, over the dresser, me on
top.  It was amazing.  Then dad let out a loud yelp
and I could feel his cock swelling inside me.  Then he
screamed, "FUCK" loud enough to wake the neighbors and
shot load after load of hot cum into my ass.  "Whooo,
boy!  Now you're a man!  How do you like that?"  Dad
giggled.  "I sat there fingering my ass and feeling
the cum leaking out.  "Don't worry about that, son"
dad said, "It will put hair on your chest..."  Dad stood
up and motioned for me to come over to him.  He picked
me up and sat me on the tall chest of drawers in the
bedroom and proceeded to swallow my cock.  It only
took moment and I shot my own load of cum down his
throat.  Shortly afterwards we both cleaned up and dad
went to work.  The rest of that summer was a lot of
fun and dad taught me things about being a man that I
am very grateful for.  And poor mom was never the
wiser.