Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 00:28:29 -0400
From: niftyreadersclub@aol.com
Subject: My Son's Request 6

This story is completely fictional, so please read at your own discretion.
It involves moments between a father and son that are not regarded as
acceptable in lawful society, yet has a meaning all its own.  As I see it,
the world is a very scary place going into the unknown when on the other
hand, turning to familiarity, trust and safety I hold in high regard toward
experience, knowledge and understanding.  I hope you read between the lines
and see a message of this.  This installment is written from the son's
point of view, as I wrote it originally.  Comments may be emailed to
niftyreadersclub@aol.com.  Please enjoy...

Six of Seven

Looking at my father from a distance, I considered myself the luckiest guy
on the planet.  No one could possibly fathom my love, my appreciation, my
adoration for this man.  Dad was in the back yard grilling with my younger
brother and two sisters.  I was watching from my bedroom window.  I kept
glancing to my right into my room at the new computer that showed up a
couple weeks ago.  It was just there and ready to use when I came home that
day.

I hope I know what my father really thinks about this new interaction
between us.  It blew my mind that this all really happened for me, that I
trusted the one person in life to let me get a taste of this gay life I
wanted to live.  I kept thinking that this could all have gone wrong, that
it could have gone in the worst of directions.  I could have lost my father
but instead we grew closer.  Dad was sharing every private aspect of
himself with me that most men keep to themselves all their lives.  It'll be
forever etched in my mind the first time I saw dad cum, like a motion
picture in my head.

Seriously, I ask myself, what kid's dad is really going to share things
like those websites he introduced me to?  Or where he keeps his lube and
towel?  How many dads would actually take the cloths off their bodies and
let a guy like me, a gay son, safely explore that world?  I'm the luckiest
guy on the planet.  I learned about my growing sexuality without fear,
without hassle.

I'm a pretty typical teenager, horny twenty-four seven, and I can't stop
it.  Dad understands that.  I can't wait to get to a time in the future
when I meet some guy to share myself with.  I had the hugest crush on my
friend Kyle, and I knew I had to let it go.  That new computer, man, it has
given me a visual outlet for all my horniness, and all I had to promise was
not to interact with those adults I see on their cams.  It was a rush to
learn that my dad turned to something like that privately when he's horny
himself.  It was so easy to envision him sitting downstairs on his computer
jacking off to the female webcams he'd come across.

In the past two weeks, I wanted to get dad alone again, to get that touch
feeling.  After spending hours on my new computer and seeing so much more
sexuality, there was something else I wanted to try.  I found a lot of gay
webcams to watch, mostly solo guys, mostly faceless.  But there had been a
few with two guys doing things that I couldn't believe they'd do with who
knows how many people watching them.  For the first time, I really did have
a shyness to ask something more of dad.  I came this far successfully, I
assured myself, I can go just a little further.

Later that night, I got to pull dad aside and talk to him on a walk around
the block.

"Are you making good use of the computer, Nate?" Dad asked.  "I mean, there
are other things it's good for besides what I showed you."

I laughed with him.  "Right now, dad, there's only one thing on my mind."

"I know."  He put an arm around me.  "I know."

"Can we be alone again soon?"  There, I asked.  The wheels in dad's head
started turning and I knew what he was thinking.  There were never really
any times that we could just slip away from the family like I was asking.
"Let's tell mom we're taking a drive over to Ratchet's Canyon next
Saturday.  I'd really like this."

Nodding, dad took his arm away and put his hands in his pockets.  "Okay."
His quick response took me by surprise and I couldn't hide it.  "We can
stay over night at the lodge over there, come back home Sunday."

I shook my head to clear the fog.  I finally smiled, waiting for him to say
something more, but he didn't.  "Thanks."  That's all I found the strength
to say.

There was no way for me to find the words to actually tell him what was on
my mind.  I wanted to get him alone before I said anything.  I also
wondered if dad ever thought that I'd ask for more then what he's already
shared.  Walking along beside him, I could still sense the feel of his hand
on my cock that Sunday weeks ago.  The feeling was still there, as if it
tickled.  Everything about that weekend was still alive in my thoughts.
Every sensation, every touch, it was all a kaleidoscope in my head.

"Do you ever think about the fishing weekend, dad?"  I asked.

"I do," he nodded.  "But here's not the time or place to talk about it."
He glanced around to see if anyone else was about.  I understood.  It
sucked for me to think that dad could get in a world of trouble for doing
what he did when all along it was me who asked for it.  I thought about
that a lot too.  Dad shared compassion and understanding with me.  It upset
me that the world thought that would be wrong.  But fuck the world, I said
to myself silently.  I didn't swear often, but in my head I did now.

The following week dragged with anticipation.  When Saturday finally rolled
around, I was so excited.  Dad saw this in me and he found some humor in
it.  His unexpected playfulness that whole week drove me crazy.  We touched
more now with every day comfort.  Dad actually changed some what, but for
the better.  He showed more affection toward all of us, even to my brother
Will, whom I was sure would turn into a jock jerk like a lot of my friends
I hung out with.

During the drive to the canyon, dad asked me, "What's on your mind this
time around?  Or do you just need some physical play time?"  He winked and
touched my cheek lightly.

"I'm glad you asked," I stated, my body frozen with shyness.  I was
suddenly certain dad didn't see this coming.  I let a moment go by, and
then I thought of the best way for me to bring this about.  "Dad, I see a
lot of things on those cams."

"Okay."

"There's something that I want to try."

"Okay."

I found myself not being able to say anything more.  I stared ahead with my
mouth open, watching how fast the road roared past underneath us.  We'd
just recently gotten out onto desert ground where there was little traffic.
It had to have been my following silence that made my dad actually realize
what was on my mind without saying it.  The car started slowing and came to
a stop on the side of the road, the engine shutting off.  I still looked
straight ahead.

A moment passed before I heard the driver door open.  I finally looked over
to see my dad get out and walk behind the car.  In a hurry, I looked into
the rear view mirror and saw him leaning against the trunk, but I couldn't
see his face.  There was nothing else to do but get out myself and face
this.

Timidly, I made my way to his side.  "Dad, I didn't know how to ask out
loud."

He looked me fully in the eyes.  "Nate, you want me to...to..."  He didn't
look angry at all, just thrown for a loop.  He sighed, looking up into the
bright blue sky.  "I don't know about this.  I mean, what we've done so far
is fine.  This, now, this is...this is something you should wait for.
Don't you think?"  He asked.

"I saw this on a few of the webcams, dad," Whatever I wanted to actually
say flew right out of my head in my flurry to connect with him.  "I don't
know if I'll like it or what, but it's there.  I think it's gotta hurt like
hell but it's there."  I tapped my chest and leaned against him.  I even
put my head on his shoulder and felt his head rest on mine.  "It's gonna be
a part of me, whether I'll be a top or a bottom."

"Be a what?"  He asked.

He had no idea the jargon I learned about gay sexuality.  He was as naïve
about it as anyone could possibly be.  "Dad, there are two types of gay
guys, I think.  Tops and bottoms.  Tops...do this, and bottoms take it."  A
burst of laughter escaped his lips.  "And you want me to...to `top' you?"
Our eyes met.  I knew he'd never say the actual words that most people
would say, like the word fuck.  My dad rarely used swear words.  If he ever
did and mom was around, I saw her slap him warningly, not hard, but a tap
slap.  Dad moved quickly to stand in front of me.  He grabbed my shoulders
firmly.  "Nate, you're asking me to make love to you."

"I know."  Saying that stopped him cold, but I kept looking him in the
eyes.  "And I know you'll go slow and careful."  His eyes closed because he
knew he would do just that and he knew that that was why I was asking him.

His arms engulfed me and pulled me to him.  I watched sands swirl around us
and a heated wind blowing over the desert floor, feeling his body tremble.
I kissed his neck because there wasn't anyone else in sight.  "One try,
dad," I whispered.  "Just one."

We got back in the car silently and resumed the drive.  A little over an
hour later we pulled into the lodge that the entire family has stayed at a
few times over the years.  I think we both knew what this night was really
for, and neither of us beat around the bush about it.

In our room, dad moved the motions of making sure the room was in order and
our light bags were emptied of contents at the dresser.  He then went into
the bathroom, not closing the door.  I heard him pee, then silence after.
I followed him, saw him standing at the toilet like a statue, so I moved
behind him and put my arms around his torso.  "Are you okay?"  I asked.

"I think so," he answered, turning in my arms.  I kissed him.  I learned to
love kissing dad.  He had firm lips, and I could feel his five o'clock
shadow burn against my own lips, the roughness a pleasure to me.

"Dad, if I'm not liking it, I'll tell you.  Right away, I'll tell you."

He smiled.  At the same time, we looked down between us to his exposed cock
and balls.  I took them in hand and fondled him.  I decided to get playful
myself then, backing up and tugging on him so that he had to follow.  Even
soft, I liked the feel of his privates in my hand, because I already had
the joy of watching him grow.  I lead him to the queen sized bed, where I
sat before him and pulled his jeans and boxers down.  He stepped out of
them willingly.  I could feel him watching me with wonder.  He was wearing
a t-shirt that I didn't want to remove.  I always thought dad looked great
in a white t-shirt.  He has a muscular frame that I thought should be
appealing to just about anyone.  I didn't touch his white socks either.

I took his cock in my mouth and quickly felt him responding sexually.  I
knew that a blow job could make him cum quickly but didn't want that, so I
didn't do it for long.  Rising, I removed my clothes in a hurry and moved
to my bag, extracting a tube of lube, feeling my father's eyes on me the
entire time.  My cock was rock hard with excitement.  I hoped I wouldn't
pop my load too quickly myself.  Returning to him, I guided him to lie on
his back, playing with his cock as I did so, wanting to keep him hard.  In
thinking about this, I assumed the easiest way for me to get used to it was
to mount him at my own pace as he lay there.  I straddled him, took the top
of the lube tube, keeping eye contact with him, and used enough on my back
side so that I could slip a finger in me like I had been practicing.
Leaning down so our noses were touching, I said, "I'm ready, dad."

His body was tense, rigid.  I reached back and used the lube on my fingers
to oil his shaft.  I really wish I knew what he was thinking, but there was
no way I could know for sure.  He showed no resistance.  He seemed to just
wait.  I think dad's cock was about seven inches when hard, and not overly
thick.  I had measured myself a few times, and was about seven inches
myself.

I guided his cock so that I felt his head against my scrotum.  When it was
there, I bent down and pressed my lips to his.  Slowly, I sat into him,
feeling the pressure, the invasion of his cock head pop into me.  I gasped
and so did he, our eyes like saucers, our breathing heavy.  The initial
penetration did hurt, so I froze, telling myself to stay like that
momentarily to get used to it as I continued to kiss him.  I felt fire, and
it was a good burn.  The seconds consumed me.

The ensuing moments got more pleasurable as my ass accepted the presence of
my dad's cock.  He slid more and more into me, until finally everything he
had, every inch, was inside me.  My breath escaped heavily into his mouth.
He bucked.  "Nate."  He said my name.  I felt his legs move, and I sat up,
laying back against them.  He sat up too, and cupped my face in his hands.
"Oh my god!"  He gasped.

I didn't know what to do.  I could feel his cock pulse inside me.  I loved
it.  His legs spread behind me, and I felt one of the palms of his hands
find itself flat against my chest to slowly push me on my back.  I didn't
know what to do with my own legs, and my hardon was throbbing.  Dad was
over me now, moving his body so that he could hump.  I saw that he needed
to hump, to pivot.  He did it slowly, and I could feel every gentle thrust
of his movement.  Dad had an instinct for this that I could only now learn
about.  He found himself inside me and did what came naturally to him.  I
wrapped my legs around him as he made his love to me.  I'd have given
anything to know what was on his mind at this time.

An animal lust struck my father, I think.  He was doing what he knew, and
the heat on his cock from inside me probably pushed his need.  There was
pain and pleasure for me.  I was stretched unlike anything else I'd ever
felt, but it was good.  Dad's cock pulsed, expanded so much as he moved in
and out that I knew it had to feel good to him too.

Suddenly he said huskily in my ear, "I need to cum."

"Okay."

He grunted unlike any way I'd ever heard him.  I felt the explosion in me.
It was so hot that my cock started spurting before I knew what was
happening, my sperm splattering our chests and chins, our breathing unlike
anything else I ever heard, like we'd just run ten miles in three minutes.
Our chests heaved against each other and our spasms escalated and ebbed
with the spent energy.  Dad collapsed on me heavily

I felt his cock grow soft and gradually pop out of me.  He fell asleep in
my arms.  I held him close.  I let my legs down, and eventually nodded off
to sleep also, never having felt so high in my life.  Yet, before I slept,
I thought about a thousand things in seconds.  This wonderful man who is my
father...well, here he was.  I had nothing but admiration for him, and
respect.  He didn't have to do any of this for me, but he did.

My last thought before sleep was that I was the luckiest guy on the
planet...