Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 23:10:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: luvshisdaddy@yahoo.com
Subject: Rooming with Dad

This is a TRUE, I repeat TRUE story about an experience with my father.

My parents divorced when I was 13.  They told us kids that it was all due
to my dad's alcohol addiction.  We accepted this answer.  We all had seen
my dad drinking and coming home drunk at all hours.  So this was no
surprise.

As I grew older, I developed the regular animosity towards my dad as any
teenage boy would.  But mine was compounded by the fact that he had moved
far away and abandoned us in almost every sense of the word.  I would visit
him on vacations and things because my mom thought it would be good for me
to get out of a household of three women for a change.

When I was about 15 I realized I was gay.  And I started slowly coming out.
It was a long drawn out process due to the fact that I didn't know how to
tell my parents.  When I was 17 I took my scheduled 2 week trip down south
to visit my dad.  I had decided to tell him then that I was gay.  I
figured, after all the shit he had to deal with, he was the last person who
was going to judge ME!

The trip started out simply enough, I arrived there and we had our
obligatory quality time.  But he had work, so the next day, I was left to
my own devices.  After spending the majority of the day online discovering
the plethora of sexual material on the internet, I decided it was time to
snoop and see if my dad had any pornos.  I raced to his room to start
looking.  I immediately went for the big black trunk next to his bed.  I
opened the top and saw a scattering of black video cassettes in the coffer.
I saw the title of one... "Sailor in the Wild."  I thought that was an
unusual title, but I grabbed it and three others and headed downstairs to
the big screen TV for some self love.  I popped it in the VCR and to my
amazement and horror, the tape consisted of men... only men.

"How could this BE??" I thought.

My dad was straight! He's my DAD!! He HAS to be straight... doesn't he?  I
spent the whole rest of the trip thinking about how my dad liked men.
Maybe he would like me...  I hope he liked me.  I liked him.  Ever since I
knew I was gay, I knew I was attracted to hairy chubby men.  I myself am
chubby, and so is my dad.  His mere image stirred my cock.  The trip ended
uneventfully after I told him I was gay in the hopes that he would return
the favor, but to no avail... I went home with brand new j/o
material... The fantasy of my dad.

Flash to a year later.

My sister, for the first time in 4 years decides to accompany me, along
with her boyfriend to my dad's house for a week.  My dad's house only has
two bedrooms.  My mind began to wander.  I called my dad shortly before our
arrival and cleverly inserted the fact that my sister would be in one
bedroom with her boyfriend and I would have to grab a couch.  But the
problem is that I was too long for any of my dad's couches, so I asked if I
could sleep with him.  After a moment's hesitation, he happily obliged.  I
was in.

The first night I am there we settle in to go to bed.  He takes off his
shirt in the dark, but I can still see his bulky frame in the dim light of
the street lamps outside.  He climbs into bed in his snug fitting briefs
and I get in bed in just my boxer shorts.  I cuddle up next to him and he
puts his arm around me, and I drape my arm over his big belly.  My mind
starts to work and I have a brilliant idea.

"Dad, do you mind if I take my boxers off?  I'm used to sleeping naked at
home."

"No, go ahead." He says.

I slip them off and slid back next to him.  By this time I am rock hard and
I press my hard cock against his hairy thigh.  I put my hand on his stomach
this time.  After what seemed like forever, I finally started moving my
hand down over the blanket.  All in all, it probably took me about 20
minutes to move my hand all the way to his cock without being noticed.
When I get there, HE'S HARD!  I slowly begin to stroke through the blanket.
After I am sure he is awake and enjoying this, I move my hand under the
covers and begin stroking the outside of his briefs.  I then notice a
change in his breathing.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I thought you were awake."

"Guys can get hard while they are sleeping you know."

"Yeah I know.  Do you care?"

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

My hear started racing as he slipped his briefs off and I proceed to handle
my dad's big meat.  We progress with mutual jerk offs for quite some time.
I then move my head down and begin blowing my dad.  It was incredible.  It
was everything I had hoped for.  After he blows me to climax, we settle in
for a nice sleep.  He whispers, "I love you." And I do the same.

I was there with him for several more nights, and it happened every night.
I haven't been alone with dad for a while.  Over a year now.  I can't wait
till we see each other again.