Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 11:51:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: MOW <manofwords137@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spontaneous Education  (M/m, Dad/Son)

This story is a work of fiction, dedicated to all
those who had to learn about sex with no advice from
anyone else.  Send comments or suggestions for other
stories to: manofwords137@yahoo.com.
--MOW

Spontaneous Education

Soon after my last birthday I started getting
spontaneous erections.  My dad noticed right away and
one night we were all watching TV and Dad noticed I'd
sprung another solid hardon.  He motioned for me to
follow him out of the living room, into my bedroom.

"Hey man, you're gonna start freaking out your mom and
sisters if you keep throwing bones like that right in
front of everybody."

"Whatch'ya mean Dad?" I asked.  Somehow, I guess, I'd
remained oblivious, and hadn't really noticed what was
going on with me.

"That tent in your shorts, fella," he said, pointing
at the solid pole jutting out from my sweatshorts.

"It just started happening, Dad," I explained.  "I
don't know why.  What can I do about it?"

"Well, son, you know, have you started..." he trailed
off, then began 'air-jacking' his right hand up and
down from his crotch.

"What's that, Dad?"  I asked.  I'd never seen that
before and didn't know what he was referring to.

"Ah, so that's the problem," he realized.  "You need
to learn how to jerk off, little man!"

I was totally confused, and a little embarrassed to be
pulled aside by my hulking father like this.

"I'm confused, Dad!  I can't help it from happening,
and I don't know what you're talking about...jerking
off what?"

"I'm sorry, son, I figured you'd know by now.  It's
something guys usually learn on their own or with
friends.  It's called masturbation...you do it by
sliding up and down on your dick until you come and
your stiffy goes away."

I looked at him confused, and a little anxious.  I
looked down at the tent in my sweatpants.

"I always just wait for it to go away.  You mean I'm
supposed to touch it?" I asked.

"Not just touch it," he began, "you're supposed to
stroke it until it feels so good you explode!"  Dad
burst out into laughter, patting me firmly on the
shoulder.

"Every time it gets hard?  That sounds like a lot of
work, Dad!"  I felt like I had some kind of medical
condition that I was going to have to learn how to
manage.

"Believe me, son, it is, but it's totally worth it.
And once you get the hang of it you'll take any chance
you get to do it."  Dad explained.

"But I don't know how, Dad!  Can you explain it better
for me?"  Dad could tell I was a bit overwhelmed and
nervous. I felt like my world had ended, being hit
over the head with this sudden news.

Dad then tried to explain in more detail how it was
done, throwing in terms like semen, erection, orgasm.
I almost started crying as I became more and more
confused.

"Dad, can you show me?  I'm starting to get scared!"

"Oh, son, I'm sorry.  You don't need to be scared at
all!"  He didn't say anything for a few moments, just
comforted me, rubbing my shoulder.

He paused, then continued in a self-assured, confident
tone:  "Yes, I'll show you how it's done.  Now don't
worry, you'll be just fine!"  He then dashed out of
the room and came back a second later with some hand
lotion out of the bathroom.

"Here's some lotion you can use.  You can use spit or
do it dry, but try it with lotion, until you get the
hang of it."

"Dad..."  I said softly.

"Yeah?" Dad replied, gently.

"Could you do it with me?  I'm embarrassed to do it
alone."

"Huh..." said Dad, looking down pensively at his
crotch.  "I never thought of that...I suppose it's
only fair, huh?"

Again, Dad leapt from the room and came back with a
small stack of magazines.

"Hey, pal, let's take a look at these; I still gotta
get hard!"

We sat together on the bed and Dad thumbed through a
magazine, showing me pictures.

"They're naked!"  I exclaimed, fascinated by what my
dad was showing me.

"Yep, sure are, son," he smiled back at me.  "And,
hey, look at the dick on this guy!"  He pointed at a
guy reclined on a couch, pressing his hard dick down
towards the camera.  I couldn't believe my eyes!

"Is that how big my dick is going to get?"  I asked.
I was a bit scared by it, yet I couldn't take my eyes
off of it either.

"By the looks of it you're well on your way!"

"Is yours that big?" I asked, looking at the sudden
bulge in my dad's pants.

"Well, son, I'll let you be the judge," he grinned,
"Ready to see your old man's hard dick?"

I chuckled as Dad stood up and started unbuckling his
belt.  My excitement grew as Dad unzipped his pants.
He pulled them down and I saw his thick dick pressing
hard against his white briefs.

"Looks like we're both throwing bones, huh?" Dad said
with his hands on his hips looking down at me, sitting
in front of him.

All of a sudden, the fear and anxiety I'd been feeling
was replaced with a sense of awe and excitement seeing
my dad like this; I felt a bond with him-he got hard
too!

"Let me take a seat there next to you, son," he said,
letting his pants drop to his ankles as he sat down
next to me on my bed.

"Let's get the show on the road!"  Dad grabbed his
dick through his briefs, then all of a sudden pulled
the elastic waistband up then over his solid dick,
resting it under his nut sack, causing it all to bulge
out.

"Alright little guy, you're turn!" he commanded,
grinning ear to ear.

I slipped off my sweatpants and took my underwear down
under my nuts like Dad did.

"Give me some of that hand lotion and take some for
yourself," he instructed.  I pumped some lotion into
his hand, then mine.

"Now put it on, like this."  He pulled the skin around
his dick down tight; then with his right hand he
slathered the lotion all over his rock hard erection,
until there it stood, strained, brick red and
glistening.

I copied him carefully, and for the first time felt a
hint of electricity from touching my own hardon.

"Whew!"  Dad said, looking over at my dick; meanwhile
I couldn't look away from his.  "We are two horny
fellas, huh?"  He let out another great laugh, then
began gently wagging his wet, bright pole from side to
side.

"Here, try this," he suggested, "run a finger lightly
up and down the underside, like this."  I watched him
as I did the same, and out of the blue I felt an
intensely good feeling where I was rubbing my dick.

"Ungh!" I said.

"Yeah, you got it," chuckled Dad, obviously happy I
was picking it up.

"Let's look at some more pictures!"  I said, reaching
for the stack of magazines Dad brought in.

I picked up a book full of huge glossy pictures of men
and women naked, doing all sorts of things.  A picture
of a guy with his dick all the way up into a woman
stopped me in my tracks.

"Women love a hard dick, son," Dad explained, "love
having it fill'em up and makes them purr and mew, as
you slide it in and out..that's why they call a pussy,
you know!"  Again, another deep laugh from Dad.

I flipped to another picture of a young hairy guy and
a pretty woman.  She had his fat dick in her mouth,
smiling.

"Ah, there you go," smiled Dad.  I noticed he had his
fist around his dick, moving up and down on it, and it
looked wet at the tip.

"Hey, son, you leaking yet?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I countered.

"See?" said Dad, pointing out the wet stream running
down his towering pole.

"No, not me!" I said.

"Aw, well, soon your dick will start making its own
lube!"  He began smearing the leaky stream down and
around his dick.

"You can use spit, too" he added.  "Try this."  He
gathered up a bunch of spit and spewed it onto his
dick.

I tried to do the same, but  couldn't get enough spit
together.   I kept hacking and Dad burst out laughing.


"That's okay, son, that's what the lotion is for!"

"But I want spit on it, like yours, Dad!"

"Well, then here you go!" he said, lobbing another
huge spew of spit, right down onto my dick.

"Thanks, Dad!"  I said, rubbing my dad's spit up and
down my slippery pole.

"Okay, son, now let's get to work!"  He started
steadily pumping his fist up and down, and I followed.


"Hey Dad, this feels good!"  I said.  I felt this
amazing feeling start building up as I stroked in
rhythm with Dad.

"Yeah, and it gets better!"

"This is so cool!"  I exclaimed, watching my dad's
thick slab of dick getting worked over, leaking
profusely.

"Now just to warn you, son, you're gonna hit a point
where you can't believe how good it feels, and when
you're older, you're dick's gonna start shooting semen
out when it happens."

"So it's gonna happen to you?"  I asked.

"Yeah!  It's really messy, but fun!"  he gasped, hard
at work.

I was lost in the amazing sensations I was feeling and
the overwhelming sight of my dad sitting next to me on
my bed.  I felt so good I could hardly contain myself.

"Keep it up, son, you're almost there," barked Dad,
affectionately.  His eyes were closed and I could see
his tongue pressing down on his lower lip.   I
suddenly slipped over the edge.

"Unghhh...!" I moaned, in a high-pitched whine.  Dad
opened his eyes and I began shuttering intensely.  Dad
was right-I had no idea I could ever feel this good!

"Yeah, beat that dick, son!"  He said, breathlessly.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!!"  I gasped, as intense waves of
pleasure rolled over me again and again.

"Oh yeah, now it's my turn!"  I watched in amazement
as Dad began convulsing, holding his dick straight up
into the air.

"Oh, fuck yeah!"  he grunted, and suddenly a stream of
white spew exploded from his dick, then another and
another and another!

"Unghhh, yeah!" He barked, still convulsing with
pleasure.

"Whew!" he gasped, collapsing back onto the bed.
"Would you look at this mess!"  He stuck his fingers
into the shots of spew that were pooled on his hairy
stomach, smearing, smacking it around up onto his
chest.  He then got a devilish grin on his face and
started tickling me all over with his sticky hands!

We broke out into uncontrollable laughter.

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

"You two okay in there?" my mom yelled through the
door.

"Just fine!"  yelled my Dad, still laughing.

"Well, come on out here-that movie you wanted to watch
is about ready to start".

My dad looked at me, grinning.

"Ready to go watch the movie?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "And I promise I won't let anyone see
my hard dick anymore," suddenly realizing what brought
us into my room in the first place.

"You got the idea, man!"  Dad said.

We gathered together our clothes, cleaned up and when
back downstairs to watch the movie, where I smiled
myself to sleep next to my dad on the couch.


The End