Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 05:20:42 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Robs story

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Thank you for your continued support. This is in answer to all my generous
fans who have wanted to know about my own incest experience when I was a
kid. This is my tale. I have tried to be as honest as possible. The
dialogue is the way I remembered it. Still do. My dad is my best jack-off
memory. Even after all these years. Though my own incest experiences were
not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is not advocated. Fantasy
is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my readers but due to the
overwhelming response emails with photos get priority. I will eventually
answer all messages. I can be reached at:

Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Robs Story

My dad was an ex-pro football player. He blew out his knee in his third
year and that was that. He took up another entirely different career and
never looked back. I was the second of five kids. Mom and dad had dated in
high school, parted, and one night many years later met by chance in a
Montreal nightclub. I came along three years into the marriage.
    My dad was a burly athletic guy. He belonged to a local baseball team
and, first at seven, still have a clear memory of him in a baseball uniform
of pale blue. Dad had a wonderful sense of humour, was always quick to
laugh, tell funny stories and a man that, much to my mothers chagrin, women
flocked to. He was handsome, kind, with a great sense of self and of
family. He was a good dad.
    It was about a year after he joined the baseball league that mom went
to Windsor, Ontario to stay with her sister; something with the aunt we
were too young to understand. Always hated that as an explanation for
anything. Too young?  Really.
    My mom was gone. My sisters were in bed. And I took the bold step of
walking down the hall to my parents bedroom. I hesitated. Then
knocked. Lightly at what turned out to be too light a rap. I tried again
with more determination. His voice made the inquiiry which made me open the
door.
    "Daddy? Can I sleep with you?"
    The covers on my mothers side were flung open and I leapt at the
chance. I secured myself under the covers content in my victory. I got to
sleep in the big bed! My life was complete.
    "Rob. The door".
    I looked over the covers. I had left the door open. Dad, with humphing
annoyance got up and crossed the room to secure the door. He looked back at
me, paused a moment, then locked the door.
    "One of you is enough", he said as he got back into bed.
    I held the covers up to my nose to stifle my astonishment. For the
first time I had seen my dad naked; walking across the room, locking the
dooran facing me then climbing back in. I remembered his white untanned
butt, the hair of his body, and his flopping dick though I couldn't discern
any of its details.
    The next time was more eventful. He had picked me up after school and
wed gone to the grocery store. Not for a whole order but milk and eggs;
that sort of thing. Climbing back into the car dad questioned me about my
sullen attitude. I gave a non-commital answer and he drove up past our
street to the college campus, up far beyond the athletic fields, parked the
car and looked at me with a dads concern.
    "Okay. We don't move until you tell me what's up".
    This hirsute athlete always got his way and with several moments of
silence I knew I would have to fess up. Earlier that day as we changed
after gymn I saw this new kids dick who had moved from England. His dick
had no knob and I didn't know it was possible not to have one. As I told
dad this he listened to the entire tale. Then when I was done he burst out
laughing. I mean holding his sides laughing. I didn't get it but merely
watched him cut up.
    Then everything changed.
    "Buddy, its not abnormal! He's just uncircumsized. You're circumsized;
he's not. That's all".
    I looked at him like he had given me the mathematical equation to the
universe.
   "All right", he said finishing his laugh. He undid the top of his suit
pants, pulled down the fly revealing his white boxers, then fished in the
fly of his briefs and brought his hand out. As he placed that hand on the
back of the car seat his fat soft meat was revealed. Lazy. Hairy. And
uncut. "This is uncircumsized".
    My eyes devoured the log. Fat. Thick. Just laying there for me to gaze
at. It was offered to me for the sole purpose of being admired. So I did.
    "Lots of guys are uncut. It's simply the penis in its raw, natural
state. Not unusual. Most men are uncut".
    So I studied. "Yeah, but there's no tip to it".
   "Yes there is. It's just hidden. Look". And then the most magical thing
happened. My dad gathered up the end of the floppy flesh as he then behgan
to pull it towards him. Out of the folds of all that skin emerged a full
silky plum of beautiful purple. Royal. As though it were decreed by a
king. Magnificent. "There. You see? Its just protected".
    I stared.
    "Rob, you can close your mouth! Its just a dick, for christs sake!"
    I did close my mouth. "But all of THAT was hidden?"
    He looked down and stared at himself. In a small hollow voice he said,
"yes".
    "But, daddy, you're huge!"
    "No", he kind of mumbled. "It's just me. No big deal".
    "Daddy! It's big!".
    We both stared as his floppy meat sort of rolled over and stretched on
its side. "Not really. It's just me".
    "Daddy! Look. Mine is much smaller" and I pulled out my dick through my
fly.
    He looked over. "Yeah, but you're a boy. For a man, for a guy, I'm just
sorta average".
    Even then I knew there was nothing average about it. Later on I would
measure it. There is nothing usual about an eight and a half inch cock. Not
then. Not now.
    "I don't think so".
    For a few moments we sat there with both of our soft dicks hanging out
in the car. Looking from one to the other; both of us. Then daddy lifted
his log with two fingers under the middle. The lazy knob hung down as it
was lifted as though drunk in its own weight.
    "Rob, it's just a cock".
    It was the word. Cock. The first time he had said it. Uttered it. From
that day to this there is nothing that satisfies as much as hearing a deep
soft voice say the word. It became my centre. My heart. My breath. My
desire.
    Cock.
    Cock.
    Cock.
    Say it again. Once more. In my ear. On my kisses. Daddy.
    Cock.
    "But it's so huge!"
    He gave it a flip over. "Do you really think so?"
    I nodded. Then in my brazen youth reached out and took hold of the
drooping neck. "It really is".
    His face went through a number of changes quickly. Surprise, no not
ever, what the hell, it's just us, okay. He acquiesced. My hand lifted
higher. As his let go the meat took on life, the bend straightened, and it
pushed up as though it was pleased. Rigid. Full. Even the piss slit seemed
to smile.
    My hand wrapped about the neck.
    "Rob", he started. "I don't think . . ."
    But I thought. I had stared. Understood. Maybe instinctively. But I
knew. I knew.
    Without any other thought my head lowered. My mouth opened. And I took
in the smile.
    It had to be right. As my tongue found the knob dads hand rested at the
crown of my skull. The knob was sateen smooth. Sucking was
easy. Logical. Good. I sucked the way I had already sucked friends,
classmates, team mates. Sucked the way I had wanted to taste a man. A
cock. A mans cock. My dads'.
    The hand at the back of my head eased up into the gentle ply of fingers
through my head. My hairs was touched. Gently. Like a harsh wind.
    My mouth hungered. I wanted more. In my eagerness I choked a few times
but I never relented. I sucked my dads cock for the first time. I smelled
his crotch. The musk of man. The taste of sweat. The salt of male. I sucked
on.
    My tongue snaked the head. Played with the piss hole. My fist held
on. Moved up. Then down. So much loose flesh. It would take time for me to
make all of that foreskin my toy. But it would come. For now it was my
mouth. My suck. My daddys knob. Sucking.
    "Aw, fuck, Robbie. Suck. Suck, daddy".
    I remember. Even now. The sounds of summer: birds, the whirl of
breeze. The fingers running through my hair: gentle, strong. The scent of
his balls. So close. It would be weeks before I would know that joy. That
taste.
    And his cock. The taste. The ooze. My tongue lapping up thick
sleet. Sucking. My mouth hungry. My head bobbing. My pulse
pounding. Feeling the thick rigidity of my own prick. Hard as I
sucked. Bouncing as I licked. Sucking up the slime of daddys piss
slit. That cock. My daddys. Cock.
    Cock.
    Cock.
    Both hands descended about my ears. I sucked more. Head bobbed. Even
then I knew there was more to be had. And I wanted it
all. More. Cock. Suck. Give me more, daddy. Fuck my face. Yes, like
that. Little thrusts. Groan some more. Love your cock. See how well I can
do. Sucking you. Eating you. Oh, yes, eating. Give me something to eat. Is
there more? I want more. More, daddy.
    "Rob? I think. . .  Rob. God, Rob. You can't . . .  I'm gonna . .  Rob?
Rob! ROB! Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck! Oh, Rob! ROB!"
    And there was more. I knew there had to be. My mouth filled with his
male river. Thick long strands of daddy. Filling up my mouth. Cascading
over my tongue as it flowed in swallow after swallow. Mmm. My daddy. His
cum. His taste. Myself wrapped inside that ocean. Swallowing me into
me. Daddy into me.
    For three decades more swallowing daddy into me. Up in me. Me in
him. Everyway.
    I loved you then. I love you now.
    Thank you, Doug.
    Thank you.
    Dadddy.