Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 07:49:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Smoking and Stroking, Part 6

Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and
stroking."  Thanks to everyone who wrote me about this story. And a big
thanks to everyone who waited patiently for this chapter!

"Want a cigarette?" My Dad asked me, holding the pack out in my direction.
Tentatively, I took one and put it between my lips.  Being offered a
cigarette like this and smoking it with my Dad was a very new thing.  We'd
never talked about smoking before and I never told him I smoked, but a few
nights ago my Dad had caught me smoking (and stroking my dick) and things
between us had changed.

I took the lighter he handed me, lit the cigarette and handed it back to
him.  As he took the lighter from me, our eyes met and he gave me a big
smile, his right eye squinting from the smoke of his cigarette.  I took a
drag, inhaled and blew the smoke toward him.  "Thanks, Dad."  I said,
trying to sound grown up.  But at 15, I was anything but, and standing here
smoking with my Dad and thinking about the past few days, my head began to
swim.  Since the night he caught me smoking, my Dad and I had begun fooling
around, first jerking off together, and then gradually becoming more
intimate.  This morning, I'd given my Dad a blowjob.  It was something I'd
wanted to do for years, and I was still trying to get used to the idea that
I'd actually done it.

"I guess we'd better get cleaned up," he said.  "Your Mom wants us home by
6."

My family was about to move into a new house, and my Dad and I had been
painting all day.  My hands and face were covered in tiny white dots of
paint that had come off the rollers.  He also had paint on his face and
arms.  Standing in the family room, looking around, I thought the walls
looked pretty good, but we were a mess.

"I guess we can't shower, since we don't have a shower curtain up," I
observed.  "We don't have any towels either."

"Well," my Dad said, "you'll dry quickly enough.  Why don't you go run
water in the tub."

I walked to the other end of the house and into the bathroom.  I pulled the
knob above the bathtub faucet and water began pouring out.  I turned it all
the way to hot and sat on the edge of the tub, having another drag on my
cigarette.  Sitting there smoking, thinking about past couple days, I felt
a familiar stirring in my pants.  I gave my growing dick a squeeze and
wondered what else might happen between my Dad and me.  I heard my Dad
coming down the hall and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach returned.

"Is my bath ready?" he asked, looking in at me.

"Uh..." I said, looking into the tub.  "Not quite." I turned back and
looked at him standing in the doorway.  My dick was now rock hard and
looking at him I swear it got even harder.  He was so sexy.  Thinking about
the past couple days seem to make me literally swell with pride.  I smiled
at him and squeezed my dick again.  I don't know if he noticed or not, but
he suddenly came into the bathroom and started undressing.  He took off his
T-shirt and let if fall to the floor.  Then he undid his pants and stepped
out of them.  His white briefs were a bit baggy on him and as he lifted one
leg out of his pants, I caught sight of his balls, large and round.  My
stomach flipped a little and my mouth suddenly went dry.  He took off his
socks and stood up wearing nothing but his briefs.  He took a final drag on
his cigarette and tossed it into the open toilet.  I took a drag on mine
and tossed it in after him.

I made a gesture with my hand for him to come over to me.

"What?" he asked.

"C'mere," I said.

He walked closer to me and I leaned forward, put my hands on the backs of
his thighs and buried my face in his crotch.  I had done the same thing
this morning and got the same thrill now as then.  I could feel his dick
beneath my face, a thin layer of fabric between it and my mouth.  I turned
my head and began moving my face back and forth over the bulge in his
underwear, loving the feeling of his whole package sliding over my face.

"Hey, hey," he said, stepping back.  "I gotta pee. Don't' go gettin me
hard"

He turned around and stood in front of the toilet.  I quickly stood up and
moved right behind him, pressing my body into him and looking around his
shoulder until I could see his dick held between his fingers.  Suddenly,
his dick jumped and urine started flowing into the bowl.  Without really
thinking about what I was doing, I reached around and placed my thumb and
index finger near where his were.  He turned his head in my direction and
then let go of his dick.  Suddenly, I was holding his dick and feeling his
piss flowing out.  It was so intense to not only watch my Dad pee, but to
actually hold his dick while he did it. My dick was straining in my
underwear.  I pressed it against his hip.  His flow of piss slowed down and
I realized he was getting hard.  He finished peeing, giving a few final
spurts, and then stood there, letting me squeeze and then shake his dick.
We both laughed at what I was doing, but he made no attempt to move and
continued to get hard in my fingers.  With a couple strokes, he became
fully hard and I now stood behind my Dad, slowly stroking his dick, pushing
my own hardness against his leg.

After a few more seconds of stroking him, I reached out and pulled the lid
of the toilet down and spinning around, I slipped around in front of him,
sat on the toilet and took his dick in my mouth.  The sensation of taking
my Dad's dick into my mouth was so intense I had to stop squeezing my dick
or I would've come right there.  I could taste a bit of piss as I took his
cock into my mouth.  It was salty and bitter.  And as I slid his dick into
my mouth, the hardness of his dick struck me.  He didn't seem quite this
hard when I sucked him off this morning.  The veins seemed to stand out on
the shaft more and I could feel them with my tongue.  Most intense of all,
though, was the smell coming from his crotch.  We'd been working all day
and hadn't cleaned up since before dinner yesterday, so he had worked up
quite a scent.  It was musky, humid and smelled faintly of urine.  Each
time I took his dick in and my nose got close to his pubic hair, I'd try to
inhale as much as I could before retreating, pulling back until only his
dick head was in my mouth.  I reached up with my left hand and cupped his
balls and tried to bring them closer to my face.  I wanted to smell every
inch of his crotch while I sucked him.

"Oh, yeah," he said, when I grabbed his nuts.  "Pull on 'em real gentle."

Wrapping my fingers around the top of his sac, I felt his nuts expand in my
palm and I gently pulled down on them.  There was more give than I thought
and I was able to pull them down farther than I thought I could without
hurting him.  To the contrary, he seemed to get even harder in my mouth.

"Yeah," he said, "That's my boy."  He reached around and placed his hand on
the back of my head and then thrust his hips forward.  Hearing this,
coupled with the feeling of his hand was too much for me.  Even though I
wasn't touching my dick, I blew a load right in my pants.  Moaning with
each burst, I continued to move my mouth back and forth on his dick.  As my
dick pulsed, I could feel warm, wet cum on my thigh.  As I finished coming,
I took my mouth off his dick, gasping for air and looking up at him.  He
was looking down at my smiling, the same smile I'd seen this morning when I
was sucking him.  It was a look of love, but also of pride and just plain
joy.  We were both feeling pretty good right then.

"Why don't you get undressed too," he said quietly.

I stood up, forcing him to step back a little, and undid my pants.  I
opened them and pulled on the waistband of my underwear.  As I opened them,
we both looked down at my dick.  There was a pearl of cum on the tip, and a
rather big load running down the front of my leg.  My Dad reached down and
ran a couple fingers along my leg and swept up a gob of cum.  He put his
fingers in his mouth, pulled them out and made a smacking sound that made
us both laugh.  He got down on his knees in front of me, pulled my pants
down with a jolt and quickly licked the cum on my leg. It tickled and I
involuntarily bent at the waist and laughed.

"OK, buddy," he said, standing up.  "In the tub!"

The tub was pretty full by this point and I turned off the water and put a
foot in.  The water was hotter than I thought it would be and I immediately
pulled the foot back out.  I turned the faucet back on and turned the water
all the way to cold to try and cool it off a bit.

"What are you doing?" my Dad asked.

"It's too hot." I replied.  "I want to cool it off a bit."

"Oh, just get in.  You'll get used to it." And without waiting for me, my
Dad stepped around me, into the tub and slowly lowered himself down.  It
was a little too warm for him as well, and it took him a few tries before
he could totally sink all the way into the water, but when he did finally
sit down and spread his legs out in front of him, he seemed to completely
relax.  Of course, I was watching his hard dick sticking straight out as he
sat down and once he finally relaxed into the water, his dickhead poked
through the water and moved in circles with the flow of water around it.  I
finished taking off my pants and pulled off my shirt and go in the tub,
facing him.

"Hey!" he said.  "What are you doing?  Turn around."

I turned so my back was to him and lowered myself down, dropping my hips
into the water and lifting them back up until I got used to the
temperature.  But once I sat down, I pushed myself toward him, feeling his
hard dick push against my lower back and sank back onto him, much like I
had done last night on the bed when he jerked me off.  Lying against my Dad
like this was so incredible to me.  My dick had never gone soft, but if it
had, I would've gotten hard again right then.  His body was so warm against
my back. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the back of the
head.  We sat like that quietly for a few minutes, just resting.  I put my
hands on his shins and began squeezing them, massaging the muscles.

"Oh, that feels good." he said into my ear.  "You've done a lot to make me
feel good these past couple days.  I hope you know how much I've enjoyed
our time together."

"I have too." I said in response.

"Good." He said.  "I hope we can, you know, keep doing this.  If you want
to"

"Oh, God yes, I want to," I said, turning so I could see his face.  "I want
to very much."  I leaned back, my head still turned up at him and raised my
hand to his head and pulled his face toward mine.  Our lips met and we
kissed.  Then, kissing a second time, I opened my mouth, hoping he would
too.  We pulled apart, but on the third kiss, his mouth opened and I felt
his tongue enter my mouth.  I turned my body slightly, so my head wasn't at
such an awkward angle, and kissed him as fully as I could.  His mouth
tasted of cigarettes and something else, something I couldn't quite
identify.  It was the most delicious taste I'd ever encountered.  I pushed
my mouth harder against his and began wildly flinging my tongue around in
his mouth.

"Hey," He said, pulling back.  "Hold on.  Take it easy.  Go slowly, very
slowly." His mouth approached mine again, and I let him kiss me.  His lips
moved against my mouth, came together, and then opened again.  As I began
to imitate what he was doing, I began to understand what he was saying.
Slowing down made it seem more... slick and soft and... I couldn't quite
say.  This experience was so new, so different from anything I'd ever felt
before.  I became even more frenzied with each kiss, but remembered his
advice to keep it slow.  Our lips would meet and mash together.  I'd open
my mouth and let his tongue enter mine.  When his withdrew, I'd push my
tongue into his mouth and try to run it along his tongue.

"Yeah," he said at one point, looking at me with a big smile.  "You're
becoming a good kisser."

"I'm learning from the best," I said, laughing at his comment.

He chuckled, gave me another kiss and said, "OK, time to get cleaned up.
Why don't you stand up?"

I stood up in the tub, facing him, my dick pointing straight ahead.  I
instinctively took it in my hand and began stroking it.  My Dad hoisted
himself up from the tub, water dripping off his body as he did, and sat
himself on the edge of the tub.  Taking the soap, he dipped his hands in
the water and began working up lather in his hands.  He put the soap down
and laid his hands on my hips.  Suddenly, his soapy hands began running up
and down my body, first along the sides of my body, then across my chest
and stomach.  He gently began turning me and taking my cue from this,
turned so my back was facing him.

"Why don't you kneel?" He said.

I slowly got down on my knees, and his soapy hands ran over my shoulders
and neck, as if he was giving me a massage.  He slid one hand and then the
other under my arms and again taking my cue, I lifted my arms up.  His
hands began running over my armpits and then his fingers curled and he
started scrubbing them.  I laughed involuntarily and dropped my arms.  It
tickled too much for me.  Laughing along with me, he continued to rub his
soapy hands along my sides and then down to my butt.  Putting one hand on
my shoulder to steady me, he began washing my butt with his other hand,
quickly running his hand down my crack, over my hips, and even through my
legs to wash behind my balls.  It was the most amazing feeling.  I'd played
around with my butt hole a little now and again, but still was pretty new
at it.  Feeling his hand rub and move over my hole sent jolts of
electricity through me and made my dick jump.  Next, he reached around and
was suddenly soaping up my dick and balls, his hands gliding quickly over
my bush, my inner thighs, and then scooping up by dick and balls in on hand
and stroking me with the other.  I was so overwhelmed by the sensations
coming from my crotch.  I mean, I've washed myself a hundred times, but it
never felt like this before.

"OK," he said, "Rinse off."

I spun around and sat down in the tub, then slid down so I was lying down
in the water.  All the suds from the soap lifted off me and began to float
on the surface of the water.  Looking up, I watched my Dad sitting on the
edge of the tub, his dick pointing straight out between his legs.  I
reached a hand up and gripped his dick and squeezed.

"OK," I said, excitedly sitting back up.  "Your turn."

I stood up and moved to the other end of the tub while he got in.  Moving
to where he had been sitting on the edge of the tub, I sat down and picked
up the soap.

"Maybe you should stand," I said.  My Dad obliged, getting up from the tub
and standing before me, water dripping off his body.  He was standing so
his left side faced me and I could look at his dick in profile.  I couldn't
WAIT to get my hands on it, as well as the rest of him.  I lathered up my
hands and began with his legs.  I ran my hands up and down each thigh,
letting my hands meet and then part as they ran up the thick thighs, down
past his knees and over his calves.  Then, running my hands up his left
thigh, I rubbed one hand over his left cheek and the other hand ran up the
front of his leg and then over to grab his dick.  It was so thick in my
hand and felt so hard as I ran my hand over it.  I began slowly stroking
his dick while my left hand continued washing his butt.  I had been running
my hand over his hips, sliding my hand over his crack, but not going any
further.

Then I stood up and started washing his upper body.  I'd never really
touched my Dad like this before.  We'd certainly touched each other over
the past couple days, but we both seemed pretty focused on other parts of
the body.  Now that I was running my hands over his chest and bulging
stomach, my dick was starting to ache from being so hard.  His body was
firm and muscular, but he had developed a rather round stomach as he aged.
Running my hands over his body, I was amazed at how solid it felt.  The
hair was coarse under my fingers and the skin on his shoulders and upper
arms felt thick.  I slid my hands under his arms and he lifted them into
the air and I began rubbing his armpits, then running my hands down the
sides of his body.  Soon, he looked completely lathered up except his face
and neck and I began to run my soapy hands all over him, like I was giving
him a massage.  Up around his shoulders, down to his crotch where I
gathered his balls and dick and ran my hands along them, then around the
back, slipping my fingers into his crack and back around to the front
again.  Whether this made him feel good or not, I don't know.  But he stood
still and let me feel his body.  Then, as I slid my hands down toward his
crotch again and scooped up his balls in my left hand, my Dad lifted a leg
and placed his foot on the ledge of the tub.  I tentatively slid the hand
holding his balls back and began rubbing his perineum and then gentry
touched his asshole.  I was holding his cock in my right hand and I felt it
jump and get a little bigger in my hand.  I began running my hand back and
forth from right behind his balls up to the top of his crack and back down
again, each time gently running my fingers over his hole.  Each time, he
seemed to get a jolt and I felt the response from his dick in my right
hand.  I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and he's put
his left hand on the wall to steady himself.  I started stroking his dick,
letting the thick lather work as lubricant.  I slowed the pace of my left
hand, running my fingers slower and slower over his hole.  He responded by
moaning when he exhaled.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling.  "That feels so good."  He
said and laughed a little.

Now I had zeroed in on his ass hole and was just fingering it as gently as
I could.  It felt so smooth and the hole was just big enough that the end
of one finger would slip in and then back out.  I stopped rubbing it for a
moment and just kept my middle finger on it, moving it in a circular motion
and letting the tip of the finger slip in and out.  I tried to match the
pace of that finger with the hand stroking his dick.  He responded with
another moan and then placed his right and on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just keep doing that, man.  It's SO nice."  He had closed his eyes
again and his hips started moving back and forth with my hands.  I stopped
stroking his dick and tried to hold my hand as steady as I could so he
could thrust into it.  Once I had moved my hand to the right height, I felt
his incredibly rigid cock glide through my fist and back again, the veins
feeling so hard on my fingertips.  I gently squeezed a bit, pushing into
the underside of his shaft.  I added my index finger to my middle finger
rubbing his asshole and he responded with a quick intake of air and then he
opened his eyes and looked at me again.

"You like that?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess so.  I've never done it before."

"Well, you're doing it just right."  He replied and took his hand off my
shoulder and, pushing my hand out of the way, started stroking himself.
"Yeah," he said really quietly and closed his eyes again.  I felt his
asshole tighten around my fingers.  I pulled them out, rubbed the outside
of the hole again, and then pushed my fingers against it.  Suddenly, his
asshole relaxed and opened up, allowing my fingers to slip in, this time
further than they'd been before.  I began to sense a kind of rhythm in
which his hole would tighten around my fingers, then relax and open and I
tried to move my hand back and forth to match it.  I also at some point had
started stroking my own dick, though it was so automatic I didn't even
realize I was doing it at first.

"Put your leg up."  I heard and was brought back to the moment.  I did as
he asked and lifted my left leg and set my foot on the edge of the tub next
to his.  He reached behind me, got the soap and began working lather into
his hands.  Then his hands were running all over my crotch, over my dick,
my balls, behind them and up my crack.  As his hand ran over my asshole, I
jumped from the sudden intense sensation and I grabbed his arm to steady
myself.  His fingers came back down my crack and stopped on my hole and
began to gently rub it.  I tried to relax, to let my asshole open up like
his did.  But as long as my hand was stroking my dick, my hole felt closed.
I stopped stroking for a second and suddenly I felt his fingers massaging
my hole.

"Yeah," he said, "That's it.  Just relax."  I suddenly felt my hole relax
and the tips of his fingers slipped in and then back out.

"OK," he said, "Now, stroke your dick.  But stroke it slowly."

I did as he said and as I stroked my dick, I felt my hole tighten around
his fingers.  But then I felt them push a little further in.  I'm not sure
if it felt good, but it didn't hurt either.  His fingers slid out and then
back in.  On this second time, my hole seemed to relax and take them in and
I began to understand what I was supposed to feel.  Each time my hole
contracted around his fingers, my dick seemed to get harder.  And as I
stroked my dick, my hole seemed to contract.  The two felt connected, but
the connection was inside me, somewhere above my balls.

"Do the same to me," he instructed and started stroking his dick.  I took
the two fingers and let them slip into the entrance of his hole, then
pushed a little and was surprised at how quickly they went in up to the
middle knuckle.'

"Oh!" my Dad exclaimed, "That's it."  His hole then closed around my
fingers, squeezing them quite hard.  I wiggled them and looked at his face
for a reaction.  He was looking at me with an expression that was both
surprised and ecstatic.  He gave me a little laugh and just said, "Yeah."

So there we stood in the tub facing each other, each with one leg up on the
tub's edge, stroking our dicks and fingering each other's assholes.  My Dad
leaned forward and kissed me, very gently.  Moving toward him as much as I
could, I kissed back and this time our mouths opened and our tongues moved
over and around the other's, our lips getting wet from the saliva pouring
from our mouths.  I began moaning when our lips parted, almost humming when
I'd exhale.  And as soon as our lips parted, I would push my face back
toward him, blindly searching for his lips with mine.  I was in absolute
ecstasy and found myself getting close to coming over and over.  But I
would stop stroking my dick and squeeze my butt, feeling his fingers get
trapped.  Then, as I relaxed, the need to come would pass and I could start
stroking again.

"Are you close?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah.  Like a hundred times already."  I said, smiling.

He gave me an odd look as if he really hadn't understood what I said, then
replied, "Come whenever you want, son.  I'm ready to go anytime."  As he
said this, he began stroking right underneath the head of his dick really
fast and then stopped, squeezing the shaft right under the head.

I had stopped moving my fingers at some point during this exchange and
realizing this, started wiggling them again and slipping them almost all
the way out and then back in again.  But as I slipped them in, I felt them
move up even further, past the middle knuckle.  My Dad took a quick inhale
and started stroking his dick again, this time his hand expertly moving
back and forth over his shaft.  His hole clenched around my fingers and I
withdrew them almost all the way out, then slid them back in.

"Ah... Ah... " He exclaimed and dropped his foot back into the tub,
trapping my forearm between his legs.  His stroking became even more
determined.  "Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah." He said and his body seemed to tremble.
I could just barely move my fingers inside his hole, but I tried to move
them as much as I could.  Then, without thinking, I bent over and put my
mouth near the top of his dick.  Suddenly, he stopped stroking and began
rubbing the spot right below his head on the underside of his dick and with
a loud "Ah!" a thick spurt of cum hit my lips.  I quickly fell to my knees
so my mouth was now below his hand. I turned my face up toward him and
opened my mouth.  Shot after shot of cum hit my face, falling on my lips,
my nostrils and a few shots fell right on my tongue.  I kept my eyes open
the whole time, watching each shot come out.  After a few shots, I licked
my lips and could feel the blobs of cum being pushed around by my
tongue. Looking up at him, I saw that he was looking down at me with an
expression I couldn't quite describe.  He seemed almost... bewildered.  He
continued stroking his dick, but slowed his pace.  Then, realizing that my
arm was caught between his thighs, he lifted a leg and I pulled my fingers
out of his asshole.

"Whew!" he said, rather loudly.  "That was... that was fucking awesome!"

Still on my knees, I was enjoying the feeling of cum on my lips and mouth.
I had started licking around my mouth and was getting tastes of his cum
here and there, but could still feel it blocking one nostril.  I reached up
and wiped my mouth with my fingers.  There were streaks of cum on them. I
licked them, and then rubbed them on my face again. I was beginning to
understand the taste of cum too.  It was subtle, but my Dad's cum
definitely had a taste to it and I was beginning to really love it.

My Dad pulled me up to standing and kissed me.  I started stroking my cock
again and began rubbing my mouth over his, enjoying the idea of him tasting
his own cum. He seemed to enjoy the idea too, eagerly licking my lips,
around my mouth and the bottom of my nose and then pushing his tongue into
my mouth to share what he tasted.  His hand slid between my legs and I
instinctively lifted a leg.  His fingers found my asshole again and began
rubbing it gently, slipping them in just a little.  As we kissed I tasted
his cum, his mouth and a musky taste that seemed like the flavor of sex.
This time I let the sensations wash over me and felt my orgasm getting
close.

"Now it's my turn," I said and stood back a bit.

"Yeah," said my Dad and began rubbing my asshole a little faster, really
massaging it.

I looked at my Dad and realized he had cum, his cum, smeared around his
mouth.  Seeing those white streaks on his face pushed me over the edge.

"UNH!" I grunted and the first shot of cum flew out of my dick before I was
even prepared for it.  I felt his other hand reach around the back of my
neck and squeeze and he tilted his head forward and looked down with me at
my dick.

"Yeah, that's it." He whispered.  "That's beautiful."

As he said this, my whole body seemed to jolt with each spurt and though I
had just come about twenty minute ago, I seemed to shoot a huge load.  I
let out a yell with each one, enjoying the idea of being loud when I came.
Large blobs of cum came out of my dick like thick tears, dripping down
rather than shooting forward.  Each one landed in the water with a "plop"
and then sank beneath the surface.

When I finished, I straightened up and my Dad took his fingers out of my
butt and his other hand off my neck.  Standing before him, I was exhausted
but happy.  His dick had already gone soft, but still seemed pretty long.
Mine was still rock hard and seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

"Phew!" He said.  "That was something" and started laughing.  "You like
that?"

"Uh, yeah.  Very much" was all I could manage.  I still was in a daze and
was breathing hard.

"Yeah, me too."  He said.  Stepping out of the tub, he looked around and
then said, "Oh, right.  No towels."

I pulled the lever the open the drain for the tub and stepped out after
him.  I moved in behind him and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him
from behind.  My Dad grabbed my hands and enveloped them in his.  Then,
holding them, he turned around within my arms so he was now facing me.  He
wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close and embraced me.  I rested the
side of my face on his chest, rubbing my cheek in his chest hair.  Standing
in the bathroom of our new house, holding each other, I thought about the
past 3 days and the time I'd spent here with my Dad.  I hoped that when we
moved in here next week, my Father and I could continue fooling around like
this.  He had helped me discover things about my body, and about his, that
I really wanted to explore further.