Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 02:38:36 EDT
From: Procardia2@aol.com
Subject: Remembering Dad

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Remembering Dad

I guess you could say I started out young.  I was a naturally curious kid,
but for some reason I was especially curious about sex, and when I began to
become aware of it, I tried to figure it all out as best I could.  I knew
it involved a man and a woman, but I could never figure out why I was only
interested in men.  Whenever my brother and I would sneak a look at our
Dad's hidden collection of porno magazines, I was only interested in
finding images of naked men.  Most of Daddy's collection was made up of
girlie magazines, but there was the occasional hardcore magazine with
pictures of men and women involved in things I was barely beginning to
comprehend.

In fact, a lot of my information came from my brother, who was a few years
older than me.  Brian seemed to know everything about sex, or at least he
pretended like he did.  Sometimes I believed him and sometimes I didn't,
but I remember vividly the time he casually mentioned "playing with
yourself."  I had heard people say this before, but it was Brian who
explained to me that if a guy played with his penis long enough,
"something" would happen.  I wasn't exactly sure what, but this led to me
experiencing my first orgasm later that very night, as I lay in the
darkness of my bedroom and pulled on my boyish erection.  I wasn't sure
what was supposed to happen, but it felt good and I kept at it long enough
to experience the rush of feeling that comes with a climax.  Of course I
didn't shoot anything at that age, I wasn't even nine years old yet, but I
was hooked.  By the time I was nine years old, I was doing it on a daily
basis.

I remember Brian bringing it to my attention when our parents were having
sex.  My room was next to theirs, and he would come into my room and shush
me.  We would stand against the wall and listen to the soft, strange sounds
they were making.  After the first time, I found myself many nights lying
awake listening to see if I could hear them having sex, and once I was so
bold to sneak around to their door and peek into the keyhole.  I couldn't
see much, it was completely dark, but in the faint illumination I could
make out their shadowy movements.  I remember listening to the faint
squeaking of their bed, and then I was afraid and I crept back to my bed,
trembling in fear and excitement.  As I got older, I sensed something
different between my mother and my father.  They often had fights late at
night, and although I wasn't sure exactly what they were arguing about, I
knew it had something to do with sex.  Eventually I began to doubt that
they were having sex anymore at all.

My Daddy never really talked about sex when I was that young.  I remember
being jealous of his relationship with Brian, because he always seemed so
much closer to my Dad than I was.  Daddy worked a lot, he was a
professional welder and he worked long hours.  He was around, and it wasn't
as if he ignored me, but there was something that actually made me shy away
from him.  Daddy was a big man.  He was taller than average, and built wide
and solid.  He had spent time in the Navy before he married my Mother, and
he had Navy tattoos etched crudely into his thick biceps and bulging
forearms.  Although he wasn't a fat man, he enjoyed his beer and he had an
extremely large, round belly to show for it.  But Daddy had an even larger
physical presence.  To a lot of people he was intimidating.  He kept his
head shaved close most of the time, and although other people were afraid
of him, to me he was just my Daddy.  All through my boyhood I idolized him,
and he always returned my affection, but as I grew older there was
something beneath all of it that I felt ashamed of.

Daddy wasn't shy about being naked around the house.  I had seen Brian
naked all the time, but he wasn't much further developed than I was.
Daddy, on the other hand, was a full grown man.  At night, he usually
walked around the house dressed only in his white briefs, and I tried not
to draw attention to the fact that I was watching him, the white cotton and
the thickness of his legs and thighs, his firm butt, the bulge in the front
that indicated his large maleness.  Whenever I would see him
naked--changing in his room, getting out of the shower, taking off his robe
to climb in bed at night--I would feel a rush of excitement that was unlike
anything I had ever known.  I stared for as long as I dared at the dark
hair covering his chest and belly, the bulk of his muscular frame, and
above all else his penis.  It was everything to me, and I had no way of
knowing why.  Large, thick, darker in color than the rest of him, I longed
to explore his manhood, that secret part of him that made him my father.  I
had no way of verbalizing or acting upon the impulses that I felt, and it
confused me.  I would often fantasize about slipping into bed with my
father and exploring his naked body as he slept.

Brian, on the other hand, seemed to inhabit that area around my father that
I longed for.  Brian could jump right into bed with Daddy, and they would
often spend time talking this way before Daddy would go to sleep and while
Mom was downstairs watching TV.  Sometimes I would join them and stare in
the darkness at my father's naked form, illuminated by the clock radio
beside my parents' bed, his soft penis and large nutsac resting between his
thick legs.  I would wonder what Daddy looked like when he was "doing it".
I wanted to watch him do it, but I was never lucky enough.  Whenever I used
to hear my parents having sex, the light was always off.

I was unprepared for the change that came suddenly one night, out of the
blue.  Mom was staying with my aunt for a few nights and it was just me and
Brian alone with Daddy.  Brian and I spent some time in Dad's room before
bedtime, and I was getting my usual glimpses of his nakedness.  Then we
went to bed and I lay there thinking about my desire for my father.  I must
have fallen asleep, but something had awakened me, noises.  Squeaking.  I
felt myself getting an erection, knowing my parents were having sex again,
until I remembered that Mom wasn't even home.  I looked at my clock and it
was almost midnight.  I had been asleep for about an hour.  I crept out of
bed and made my way into the hall.

The door to Brian's room was open, but it was pitch black inside his room
and I assumed he was fast asleep.  I felt a hot rush of excitement when I
realized the light in my parents room was on.  I could see it glowing from
around the door frame and through the keyhole to their room.  I knelt in
front of the door and looked through, and almost gasped aloud at what I
saw.  Whereas before I had only gotten a hint of what I wanted to see,
tonight I got the goods.

I saw my father kneeling naked on the bed, his back to me, propped forward
on his fully extended arms, his ass rising and falling, twisting and
thrusting.  Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew the person under my
father was Brian.  I could see his stocky legs thrown way up, his feet
sticking out above Dad's broad shoulders.  Daddy's penis had swollen to an
unbelieveable thickness, and I could not see its length but I caught
glimpses of it as he plunged it inside my brother over and over.  Their
voices were soft at first, drifting out as I watched them, Brian gasping
with every thrust, and the deep rumbling of my father.  His movements were
rhythmic and furious, and he pumped my brother forcefully.  I watched him
lower himself onto his elbows while Brian moved his legs to around Dad's
waist.

Daddy slowed his thrusts and moved one hand up and down Brian's side,
kissing him the way only grownups ever kissed, and squeezing Brian's
nipples, which brought slightly louder yelps from Brian, followed by their
soft laughter.  Brian's hands, which had been locked onto my Dad's hips,
were now clutching onto his back as he worked.  My cock was straining
against my white cotton briefs but I didn't even think to touch it as I
watched them do what I had never even considered before.  I had no idea
that men could have sex this way, but here was my father with his enormous
cock plunging inside my brother's tight hole, and from the sounds they were
making and the grace of their actions, they were both enjoying it!  Daddy
stopped pumping for a second and pulled his penis all the way out of Brian,
and I caught a glimpse of its hugeness as he spit into his hand and smeared
it all over Brian's stretched-out butthole, and then Daddy pushed it back
inside, making Brian cry out while he moaned deeply and resumed his
rhythmic thrusts, his heaving ballsac slapping regularly against my
brother's ass.

Brian's cries were getting louder and I thought I could hear Daddy trying
to quiet him.  It sounded almost as if he was in pain, but I wasn't sure
because he never once asked Daddy to stop, and once in a while he would
breathlessly gasp "Yeah..."  I thought about how large Dad's cock was
compared to Brian's butt, and I couldn't believe I was seeing it fit
inside, and it didn't seem like it was hurting Brian at all.  I was shaking
as I watched them, and I could sense something happening as the speed of
Daddy's humping increased gradually.  I had never heard Daddy in so much
pleasure as he stroked his erection inside Brian, who was now gasping
loudly and steadily.  Daddy seemed oblivious to the fact that Brian's cries
might wake me up, and eventually he was making just as much noise.  Daddy
was saying things to Brian, nasty things, and bits and pieces drifted out
to me..."getting close"..."get my nut"..."fucking great boy"...and then, so
loudly it shocked me, "Oh, Brian."  I held my breath as I realized that
Daddy was about to come.

He was plunging faster and faster, the bed was shaking, I was shaking, and
then Brian let out a loud wail.  Daddy froze almost instantly and I heard
him grunt, the muscles in his ass flexing, his legs stiff, and suddenly his
shattering cry of release as he ejaculated inside Brian.  I imagined his
semen squirting inside Brian's ass, and some part of my still immature mind
wondered if Brian would become pregnant.  I had never heard my father make
those sounds, not even when he was having sex with my mother.  Daddy was
carrying on like he had dropped a brick on his toe, and Brian was too, but
they quickly quieted down.

The way I can describe it today can in no way reflect the way I felt at
that moment.  At that time, I had no words to express it.  Something inside
me was changed forever.  I no longer felt ashamed of my longing for my
father, but I somehow felt more alone than ever as I realized that my
father and brother were sharing something that I had no part of.

Daddy collapsed on top of Brian and they lay like that for a few minutes
until Daddy pulled out and rolled onto his back, allowing me full view of
his magnificent erection.  It waved and bounced underneath his large belly
as he settled back, reaching down to give it a long squeeze before sliding
his hand over his chest and yawning.  I was thrilled to see that there was
a white substance smeared all over Brian's smooth stomach and chest, and
some of it was matted into Daddy's chest and stomach hair.  I knew it was
cum, although I had never seen cum before.  It couldn't have come from
Daddy's cock , which was buried inside Brian's butt when Daddy came, so I
knew it was Brian's.  I pondered the meaning of that for a moment, and I
realized that Daddy had made Brian cum, apparently simply from fucking his
ass.

Brian was giggling and twitching, and Daddy was laughing softly and
tickling Brian, pulling him close as Brian rubbed his round belly and
played with his softening penis, flopping it back and forth as it made a
slapping noise on Daddy's thigh.  Suddenly I heard Daddy say he was getting
up to go make sure the door was locked as he sat up and swung his legs over
to get out of bed.  His penis, still half hard, flopped around as he moved.
I dashed back to my room and jumped into bed as I heard the door to his
room open and the sound of his feet on the stairs.  Brian coughed in the
next room just as I heard faint click of the door latch downstairs.  Daddy
stayed downstairs for a second and I heard the faucet in the kitchen
running, then his feet on the stairs again as he came back up.  I held my
breath as I heard him standing right in the doorway to my room.  I knew
that if I opened my eyes I would see his silhoutte as he stood there,
completely naked, his cock still half hard from fucking my brother.  I was
full of jealousy toward my brother, but I never loved my father more than
that very moment.  I knew that if this special kind of love was for my
brother, then it would be for me too.

I heard him turn and go into the bedroom again, closing the door and
crawling back into bed with Brian.  I heard their voices for a few moments,
their words indecipherable, and slowly I moved out of bed again and
listened in the hallway, wondering if they were finished for the night.
The light was out now, but after a few minutes, I heard my brother's
giggling again, and then a deeper, more significant "Aaaaaaah", followed by
my father's low groan of pleasure.  I shivered as I realized that Daddy had
entered Brian again.

I couldn't see much through the keyhole but it seemed as if Brian was on
top this time, I could barely make out his pale form bouncing up and down
on our old man's cock.  I heard the squeaking of the bed again, the laughs
and groans as they enjoyed each other, then shuffling, changing positions,
the forceful slap of my father's thighs against Brian's ass, Daddy's grunts
and Brian's cries as my father brought them both a second orgasm, then the
silence as they lay with each other afterwards, breathing heavily.  As I
lay in my bed I heard Daddy get up and walk into the bathroom to take a
long piss.  Returning to his bedroom, I heard him talking to Brian, then
silence, then finally Dad's familiar, satisfied snoring.  I fell into a
confused but excited sleep.

The next morning I was awakened by Brian.  He was standing next to my bed,
fully dressed.  "Dad's still sleeping.  Tell him I'm going to practice and
then over to David's, OK?"  I nodded as Brian turned and bounded down the
stairs.  I waited until I heard the door close downstairs before I got out
of bed and made a beeline for Dad's room, taking off my briefs as I left my
room.

The door was open now, and I was unsure if Brian had slept all night with
Daddy or not.  Daddy was lying in bed on his back, snoring gently.
Although it was daylight it was still very early, but I knew Daddy would be
awake soon.  My heart was pounding as I watched him sleep there, half
covered by the sheet.  I walked around to the other side of his bed and
gently climbed in with him.  I slid over as close as I dared and he shifted
slightly but didn't wake.  So I just lay there for a few minutes.  I was
overwhelmed with excitement.  I was all alone in the house with my father,
and I was lying in bed naked with him.  The room was filled with soft
morning light, filtered by the many trees outside the windows, and I was
dying to uncover his cock so I could watch it while he slept.  Gently, so
as not to wake him, I reached out and slowly pulled back the sheet.  I
could see its bulk underneath and as I slid the sheet over it, my knuckle
brushed it briefly.  I shuddered, and suddenly there it was.  I dropped the
sheet by his knee, giving me full view of his magnificent penis, the same
one that made me and Brian, the same one he made love to my mother with,
and the same one that he had fucked Brian with last night and who knows how
many other times as well.

I studied it closely, fascinated by the texture and color of his penis.
Although Daddy didn't really have dark skin, his penis was darker, the
folds of skin gathering around the head of his organ, which was capped by a
head shaped like a fat arrowhead.  I looked at his wide pee hole, which
looked big enough for me to poke the tip of my finger into.  I felt a wave
of feeling suddenly, a rush of lust at seeing a man's organ, and I boldly
slipped my arm around his large furry chest, snuggling my body up to his,
my leg draped slightly over his.  He stirred but only to pull me closer to
him.  I wondered if he thought I was Brian and he must have because as I
watched before my very eyes, Daddy's penis began to get hard.  I watched,
mesmerized as it twitched and stretched and bounced and fattened, finally
becoming fully erect.  I was lost, and without hesitation I reached down
and gripped it, feeling my father's erection for the first time.  I gasped
at his hardness and heat.  I could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat, full
of life and vitality.  My hand was shaking as I stroked it slowly up and
down and brought him to a full erection, my hand wrapped around the barrel
of his shaft, my fingers not meeting on the other side.  I was lost in the
motion of my hand sliding awkwardly up and down his cock, but suddenly he
tensed and sat up slightly.

I looked up and he was staring at me with a look of surprise.  I was
terrified, but Daddy looked pretty scared too, and the expression on his
face was funny.  I giggled a little bit and he laughed nervously.  "Mikey,
what are you...how did you..."  he rolled over on his side and looked at me
some more.  My hand was still on his penis, which was softening quickly.
The moment was so awkwarda that I suddenly regretted my aggressive action,
and Dad seemed on the verge of ending my exploration.  "Where's your
brother?" he asked of me.  "He went to soccer practice and then he's going
over David's house." I answered.  Daddy sank back and sighed, I wasn't sure
out of relief or not.  I thought he was angry with me for sure, and he
asked me "How do you know about this kind of stuff?"

"I do it all the time to myself" I replied to him, "And..."  I hesitated to
tell him the rest, but it just slipped out.  "And I saw you and Brian doing
it last night."  There, the secret was out.

Dad rolled back at that and breathed long and slow.  "Was that the first
time you ever saw us do it?" he asked, and I told him yes.  "How long have
you and him been doing it?" I boldly asked.  Ignoring my question, Daddy
sat straight up and looked at me very closely, putting his hand gently on
top of my head.  "Mikey, you understand that nobody can know about that?
Nobody, especially your mother."  I nodded and smiled at him, which made
him smile back at me.  "Can we do it, too?"  I asked him.  He closed his
eyes for a second or two, rubbing them with two fingers arched over the
bridge of his nose, then he looked at me and laughed, an amused and
good-natured laugh.  I smiled back at him.  "Wait here," he said, and got
out of bed.  I heard him go into the bathroom and piss, then he ran
downstairs completely naked.  I heard the bolt on the front door snap and
then he came back upstairs.  I watched him come into the room, naked, his
cock waggling gently in front of him as he walked over to me, lying naked
on his bed.  I reached up toward him and he guided my hand to his full but
flaccid penis.  I held it and pulled gently, still trembling.  "I look at
it all the time, Daddy.  I love it," I said.  "It's OK, son," he said,
swinging his legs up onto the bed.  "Take a good look," he said, and he
knelt over my chest, his cock swinging in my face.

I reached up and stroked it again as he hardened and soon I was pulling on
his erection.  The tip reached over my face as I felt the weight of his
scrotum at the top of my chest.  It smelled, a deep rich smell that made my
eyes wide with boyish excitement as I pulled away at him.  "Not like that,
like this," he said, repositioning my hand on his penis.  "Hold it around
the middle and stroke.  There you go."  My other hand held his large sac,
feeling the size and weight of his balls.  "Tug on em a little, but
gently," he instructed and I tried my best.

The most intense excitement I ever knew was coursing through my body as I
held the object that I had longed for for so long.  Daddy's kept himself
balanced with one hand on the wall, and with the other he stroked my hair.
He pushed the tip of it against my lips and said gently, "Kiss it, Mikey."
My lips pursed around the end of his penis and I opened my mouth wide
enough for him to push the head inside.  I instinctively sucked on it,
inhaling the strong odor of his crotch and feeling his balls jump in my
hand.  Suddenly he pulled it out with a loud "POP" and lay down next to me,
spreading his legs a little and giving me access to his genitals.  He
guided me down to his erect member and I resumed sucking on the end of it,
taking more and more into my mouth until I felt I had all I could handle of
it.  Dad praised my efforts with low groans of approval, and nothing ever
sounded more exciting than to hear his pleasure and know I was causing it.
I paused for a moment, looking up at him with tears running out of my eyes,
and he pulled me to him and kissed me, very slowly, on the lips.  He then
held me close and ran his hands over my naked body.

I lay down next to him and stroked him again, taking his direction on how
fast to do it, how hard to squeeze, until he was twitching and his penis
was throbbing like crazy.  It was now an angry red color, the head a little
darker than the shaft.  He gasped and I looked up at his face.  "You're
gonna make your old man come, boy," he grunted, and the thrill I felt was
almost too much.  I felt his body slowly tense and he groaned loudly, but
my eyes were fixed on his cock, which suddenly began spewing thick liquid,
brilliant white and strong smelling.  Daddy made a loud sound that startled
me, but I kept watching as his cum squirted all over his belly and chest.
The first few squirts went fast and far, like a water gun, and the others
were like a fountain, arcing back onto his body.  I kept jerking on him
until it stopped coming out and he held my arm still, his chest heaving as
he caught his breath.  He held me tightly, and as he began to lie still, I
timidly dipped my fingers into the white substance.  I was in awe and I
looked up at him reverentially.  As if he knew what I was thinking, he said
to me "You'll be doing that soon too, Mikey."

"Did you squirt that stuff inside Brian last night?" I asked him.

"I sure did, two times," he said.  "I thought you were watching?"

"I was, but I wanted to be sure," I confirmed, and he chuckled to himself.

I waited a second and asked him the question I that was on my mind since
the beginning of our experience.  "Will you put it inside me like you did
to Brian?"

Daddy was quiet for a second or two and he said softly, "Mikey, I don't
know if we can yet.  We'll just have to wait and see. I think you're too
young for that..."

"I really want it, Daddy. I knew I did when I saw you do it to Brian, and
he's only two years older than me."

He laughed and he said "We'll see, Mikey!" as he tickled me gently, and
then Daddy did something that surprised me.  He lifted me up with his
powerful arms like an airplane, and then he spun me around, and all of a
sudden his mouth was on my penis.  Sensations like I never knew overtook me
as I felt his swirling tongue around my erection, his sucking mouth
pounding into my crotch over and over, and I cried out from the intensity
of my orgasm.  When he flipped me over onto my back again I was breathing
hard and coming down from the high.  I looked up at Daddy and smiled at me,
grabbing my feet and tickling me until I begged him to stop, laughing
uncontrollably.  I decided it could wait for another day.