Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 08:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stoy: Stripper!  Part 4

STRIPPER!

Part 4

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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My life had wholly changed now.   I was getting
consistently good grades at school as I was giving my
home assignments the proper time and attention they
deserved, and every night I slept with dad wrapped
around me.  I felt so safe and secure, and after the
first couple of nights when I had moved and shuffled
around the bed, I'd got used to sleeping with another
man and all that entails.  You have to have some
consideration for the other guy, and when you want to
move, you do so slowly to give them time to adjust
without waking fully from sleep.  I loved coming out
of sleep in the middle of the night and feeling dad's
hot breath on my neck, and I would just lie there
feeling the beat of his heart through his furry chest
pressed into my back.  Like all men, dad had erections
whilst he was asleep, and I particularly liked the
feel of his hard dick pushing into my ass - even
though we know there are no bones in a guy's dick,
they always feel so hard when they're erect, and so
warm, and having dad's dick nestling in the crack down
my ass, or just sandwiched so that it was strapped
between his muscular belly and my back, felt
absolutely fantastic.

Usually I fell asleep again almost straight away, and
I had the most intense erotic dreams.  But, if I
could, I willed myself to stay awake and then slowly,
ever so slowly and gently so as not to wake dad, I
rolled over so that I was facing him.  Now I could
press my face close to his as I lay with my head on
his bicep, and breathe in the warm, moist air that
came out of his half-open mouth.  And, reaching down,
I could cradle his dick in my hand and gently, oh so
gently, as I didn't want him to wake, I could caress
it.  I loved hearing dad give little sighs of pleasure
as I did this, and I guessed that this stimulation fed
through into whatever dream he was having.  If I kept
at it, and if I teased dad's foreskin back, I'd be
rewarded by the slickness of precum in my hand, and
then it was especially good to keep stroking him.  I
loved the slippery feeling of his warm dick as it slid
through my fingers, and if I moved my knees slightly I
could use the bedclothes as a "fan"  to waft the smell
of our bodies up towards my face:  the man scent of
the sweat from each of us, mingled with the smell of
dad's precum.

It was so good, and I knew I was exceptionally lucky
to have a dad like this - someone who really loved me,
and who had taken the trouble to teach me what proper
sex was all about.  It almost made up for losing mom -
I guess that if she was still alive dad and I would
never have got this close.

After he'd taught me all he knew about sucking cock
and pleasuring a guy's body with the tongue, dad and I
didn't suck each other off every night.  Both of us
were usually pretty tired by the time we went to bed -
dad worked hard down the mine, and I was worn out by
sport at school and the effort I was putting into my
studies - so most nights we just jerked each other
off.  We knew we couldn't sleep with the hard-ons we
both had as we lay together, and jerking the other guy
is the easiest way of giving him release.  We tended
to save the full exploration and enjoyment of each
other for Saturdays and Sundays, when we could lie in
the bed with the sunlight streaming in, knowing there
was no work or school and we could spend as long as we
liked just enjoying each other.

About three weeks after we'd moved in, we were both
lying side by side on a Sunday morning, panting
slightly, and filmed with that delicious sweat that
only covers you when you've had a bout of really great
sex.

"Steve - those girls you fucked.  And that Steph, in
particular.  Do you miss fucking them?"

"NO, dad!  I'd rather be here with you than with any
of them.  I've had more fun with you than I ever did
with any of those girls.  It's true what you told me -
only men can really understand what it takes to really
make another man feel completely satisfied.  You do
need a dick yourself to be able to appreciate what it
means to your partner.  I'm having absolutely great
sex."

"Well, Steve, me too.  It's good we get along so well.
 I'm really proud of the way you've learned to respond
to your own body, to know what you like, and to know
how to give me enjoyment in return.  But it won't
always be like that, you know.  Don't be fooled into
thinking that sex with men will always be like this."

"Aw, come on, dad.  It can't be that different with
other guys.  Well, not if they've got great bodies,
like us.  I guess I wouldn't want to have to touch
some gross fat slob, or play with some tiny needle
dick....."

"No, I don't mean that, son.  Look, let me try to
explain.  It's natural for me to love you, as you're
my son, and for you to love me, as I'm your father.
It doesn't matter what you do, I'll always love you,
as you'll always be my son.  But it's not like that
when you go with other  men."

"Some of them you'll just go with casually, when you
meet them at a bar on a business trip and you need a
bit of a change from jerking yourself off.  You might
hook up with one of those Internet meeting services,
when you're at college and looking for a bit of
'sport'.  But all those guys are really only
interested in sex.  You're good at sex, and you'll
enjoy it with them if they're good at it, too.  But it
won't be so intense, so long-lasting, as what we've
got.  There's a big difference between a one-night
stand, and the life long love between a father and
son.  I just don't want you to be disappointed in
later life, if things don't match up with what we're
doing here."

"Hell, dad, I don't know.... I think I see what you
mean.  But I don't think I'll be doing any of that
casual, one-off stuff... I'll have a girl friend, get
married, have kids...."

"Sure, Steve.  You may.  But my bet is that you won't
find a woman, or, if you do, you won't be married for
much longer than it takes for you to knock her up and
see her birth a kid.  In my day it was expected you'd
get married, and stay married - but these days the
pressure's off.  It's perfectly OK now not to marry at
all, and, now that you know that sex with a man is
better than sex with a woman, you won't want to do
without a man in your life.  You may have to marry for
a short time, as most women won't give you a kid
without a wedding ring, but you'll need 'proper' sex
on the side, to keep you happy and fulfilled.  It's a
pretty basic desire to want to pass your genes on, so
my advice to you would be to knock some intelligent
girl up as soon as you can, then get on with the rest
of your life."

"But if you then start living with another man
seriously, you must expect it not to last - man isn't
naturally monogamous, and every guy I've ever known,
however much we've been enjoying each other's company,
and each other's body, has always had his eye roving
looking for the next guy to lay!  I just don't want
you to get hurt - be prepared to find a guy, fuck like
stoats for as long as you both want, but then don't be
too cut up if he quits before you do.  It's not
natural for guys to have really long term
relationships - so be warned!  A couple of years of
monogamy is the most you will ever get."

I guessed dad knew what he was talking about, as he'd
been around, but I didn't care.  I just wanted to
enjoy all that my body could - I suppose my hormones
were pumping at their strongest at 16, and sex was all
that concerned me.  Sure, of course I loved dad, but
I'd be perfectly happy with great sex, no love,  from
some other guy, I thought.

"Well, remember this conversation in a few year's
time, Steve, when you're all cut up because the love
of your life has gone off with another guy."

"Oh sure, dad."

"Be warned, son.  Don't get too emotionally involved.
Man is a hunter, and all this 'relationship' stuff can
really fuck you up.  Play the field, but play it on
your terms - find guys you fancy, fuck them to see if
you really like their bodies, live with them if you
must, but always be prepared to move on.  No
commitments - it's not the way that real virile men
have been programmed to live.  OK?"

"Sure, dad."

"Well, I think you're just saying that.  We'll see.
But perhaps we should do something special, to remind
you of this conversation in years to come...."

"Like what...?"

"Well, it's some time since we did anything new.  I
think it's time I fucked you for the first time.  You
always remember the first time, and you'll therefore
always remember my warning to you."

I felt a thrill of excitement run through me.  Every
time dad's fingers or tongue brushed against my ass
hole, I'd had a stomach-churning sensation inside me,
and wondered if it would be even more intense to have
my hole  really used.  I knew of course that guys
fucked each other, and I'd sort of wondered why dad
hadn't fucked me - although everything else was great,
I sometimes just lay and imagined what it must feel
like to have that big, warm dick inside me.  At the
same time, I was a bit scared - I'd heard that it
really hurt, and wondered if perhaps that's why dad
hadn't done it. At the same time, after I'd seen and
touched dad's hole during the weekly shave, I'd had a
really strong desire to push my dick up it - I wanted
to know how much better a man's ass would be than the
girl pussies I'd had before.  But I hadn't wanted to
try without dad making the first move - now here it
was.  Soon I would really know what complete man sex
was like.

Dad suddenly went all business like and almost
brusque.  With a lot less gentleness than he normally
used, and without fondling or kissing me, he leaned
over and started to jerk me off.  He worked away at my
dick as if it was just a preliminary - something he
had to get through before he could get down to serious
business.  I'd only cum a few minutes before, and he
had to work quite hard to make me shoot again, and
then there was only a small pool lying on my belly not
the huge quantity I normally did.

Dad seemed pleased, though, as he could move on.  He
moved down the bed and pushed my legs apart and knelt
between them.  Reaching over to my stomach, he rubbed
two fingers of his left  hand in my cum, then reached
down to my ass.  I felt a finger probing at my hole,
and got that little wrench in my stomach I've told you
about.  But dad didn't stop there, just brushing the
surface - I felt the tip of his finger pushing
insistently to get in.    I gave a sort of wriggle,
and then dad's finger was in my ass.  He pushed it in
and out a little, then came back for a "refill" from
my pool of cum, before returning to push the finger in
again.  It felt warm and good, and didn't hurt at all.
 Dad was looking at me as he moved his finger around,
watching my face for signs of pleasure or pain, and as
our eyes locked I felt a second finger join the first
inside me.

This did hurt just a bit, and as dad continued to
slide them in and out, he also tried to push them
apart a bit - I felt my tender ass straining, and it
wasn't so much pleasure any more... I may even have
grunted a little.

"Hang in there, Steve", dad said.  "I need to get you
stretched a bit before I go in properly.  Just be
grateful you're not being raped in a prison cell or
something - with a young guy like you they wouldn't
bother to slick your ass first as I am, or to try any
of this stretching - it would just  be a big fat dick
rammed in hard.  I don't want to hurt you too much, or
to damage the tissue of your hole permanently - until
you get used to it, I'm going to be as slow and gentle
as I can, but you do need to be lubed and stretched
first."

"OK, dad - you know best."

Dad went on massaging me for a couple of minutes
before, and I suppose it did get easier.  Then he
stopped, slicked his fingers again with my cum, and
used them to coat his erect dick so that it shone with
reflections in the sunlight that was streaming in to
the room.  He was still kneeling between my knees, and
I could see his strong, muscular body illuminated by
the bright morning light - I was so glad my dad was so
virile and had such a real man's body.  It must be
awful to be fucked by your dad if he was all out of
shape, or fat.

Dad gently lifted my left leg, pushed it up and back,
and told me to grab my ankle.  Then he did the same
with my right leg, and suggested I locked my arms
around underneath my knees.  "We're going to be here
along time, Steve, and I want you to be comfortable",
he said.

"Keep your legs apart and back so that that ass hole
of yours is there for me, but don't strain - get
comfortable."

I shuffled around a bit, and told him I was  OK.

"Look, the first time it's usually easier if you get
fucked doggy fashion - you kneel down, and the guy
comes up behind you.  Providing you press your head
and shoulders well down, your ass naturally rises up
and presents itself.  I've got you into the equivalent
of the missionary position - it's a bit less
comfortable for you to start with, but there are a
couple of advantages."

"First, we can see each other.  I can see the look on
your face as I go in, and judge whether you're really
in pain, or just in an agony of pleasure.  And you can
see me - I think a man needs to really see the face of
the guy who takes his virginity.  Secondly, when I am
in, I can go a lot further in than from the missionary
position - I can bury my dick inside you almost up to
the hilt, and you'll feel my pubic hair on your ass.
I want you to experience all of me, completely, this
first time.  Now, are you sure you're OK?"

"Yes, dad".

"Well, listen... I'm going to start.  And once I've
started, I'm not going to talk to you.  A man needs to
focus all his attention on the pleasure he's getting
from fucking, and I don't want to give you a running
commentary, OK?"

"Yes, dad."

"It's going to hurt a bit, but that's all part of it,
especially the first few times.  You won't really know
what's pain, and what's pleasure.  Cry out, scream, do
whatever you like - I won't mind, and the neighbours
won't hear.  A lot of guys shout out with the sheer
passion of it the first time, and there's nothing to
be ashamed of. I'm a big guy with a big dick, and I'm
going to fuck you hard - it's a lot to take the first
time, but I'm not going to stop.  You need to
experience the whole thing... And, anyway, once I'm in
the heat of passion myself, I don't think I can stop!
So shout, moan, scream... But keep thinking about
what's happening to you.  Being fucked is one of the
best sensations you can ever have.... Focus on
remembering this first time, remember all the little
details.... Don't get so worked up with trying to stop
me, or whatever, that you lose sight of the fact that
it's the best fun ever...."

As dad was speaking he shuffled forward on his knees
so that he was so close to me.  Then I felt something
pushing against my hole - not like his fingers, but
something softer, and incredibly warm.  Dad's eyes
locked with mine, and I saw his body move as he pushed
his hips forward.  The pressure on my hole grew and
grew, and I knew it must be dad's dick head trying to
get in.

He pushed harder and harder, and it was starting to
hurt.  I wanted to shout out at him to stop, but
remembered what he'd said, so I just  bit my lip and
hung in there.  I suppose it's natural to try to stop
something going up your ass, and I think I was
clamping my muscles together to try to stop him,
because dad grunted

"Stop fighting it, Steve.  Push out - make as if
you're going to crap, and that will relax your ass..."

I did as he said, and there was a sudden sharp pain
that made me give a little cry, but then the most
indescribable wave of pleasure swept over me.  I
guessed that dad's dick head was inside me, and I saw
him breathe deeply and a small smile crossed his lips.

He continued to push forwards, and I could feel the
warmth of his dick as it slid smoothly in.  All the
time waves of sensation were passing through me - if I
say it was like dropping a huge turd when you've been
straining for ages, you'll almost know what I mean -
the sheer physical pleasure when it passes your hole
is fantastic.  Dad's dick was jut like that, but
continuous, and warm, and smooth, and.... Oh, well,
you guys all know, I guess.

Dad stopped, and I saw him looking down at me and
smiling.  I had been tossing my head from side to side
with the pleasure of it all, and I now stopped and
looked back at him.

I saw dad start to move again, and pull his hips back,
and my own senses told me his dick was sliding out of
me.  Another wave of pure pleasure shot through me.

Dad rocked his hips slowly and gently backwards and
forwards, and all the time I was in ecstasy.  I
couldn't help breathing deeply, and giving almost
animal-like moans in time to his motion, so intense
was the sensations I was getting from my ass.

"Relax, Steve...", dad gasped.  "Let your legs go, and
rest them on my shoulders."

I did, and felt the heat and sweat from dad's muscles
burn into the back of my calves.  I could now rest my
arms by my sides, and as dad pushed in and out of me I
could feel my fingers scrabbling at the bedclothes -
it was just as if they were not under my voluntary
control.  All my brain was taken up in sensing and
feeling dad inside me, and things like my fingers were
left to their own devices, to express in their own way
the sensations I was experiencing.

Time ceased to matter.  I don't know how long dad
continued to slide in and out of me.  I was hot,
sweating, relaxed, cold, hot.... I heard myself almost
laughing, almost crying, sometimes moaning.  I've
never been so out of control, and it was amazing.

Dad stopped for a bit, and I just lay there, looking
up at him and gasping - my breath was coming in little
short panting spasms.

Then I screamed.  Dad had pulled back, and had
suddenly thrust hard back into me, slamming his pubic
bone into my ass.

Now it was just as if he was demented - no more slow
and gentle movements.  Dad was pulling back so that it
was almost as if his dick popped out completely, and
then slamming home back into me.  As his body collided
again and again with the most tender part of my ass,
it really started to hurt... But the pain was
completely overlaid by the pleasure.  And I knew that
dad was totally in control.  He was possessing me
utterly.  There was nothing I could do to stop him,
and nothing I wanted to do.

It was if I was watching someone else - my arms went
up and my hands grabbed at dad's nipples.  I almost
tore at them, and twisted and tweaked them with all my
might.  I wanted to give dad the same mixture of
pleasure and pain that he was giving me.

Dad thrust even harder.  I could hear a sort of
slapping sound as his sweaty body smashed into my ass,
which was also running with sweat.

He was crying out now in time with his thrusts...
"There... Fuck you... There... Fuck....", and I could
hear myself shouting "Yes, Yes, Yes....." in time to
it.

Then he stopped.

One moment he was thrusting away, the next moment he
was stationary, and issuing a deep, low moan.  He
collapsed forwards onto me, and the weight of his
muscular body crushed me into the bed.  As if by
reflex, my legs now went around his waist and I
crossed them behind him and squeezed - it was as if I
wanted to pull him even deeper into me than he was.

Our hot bodies were soaked in sweat, and there were
trickles of it running down dad's face.  He leaned
forwards and kissed me, deeply, repeating with his
tongue what is dick had just done to my ass.

We lay there, and I could hardly breathe.  I knew
dad's dick was still buried in me, and I revelled in
it.  I didn't want this moment to end.  I wanted to
lie there utterly subdued by dad's body, with his
passionate tongue filling my mouth and his hot breath
pouring over me.

But eventually he pulled free of my mouth, and leaned
backwards.  Looking down at me, he was smiling.... And
I knew I was, too.

"So..... Did the earth move for you, as they say in
the movies?"

"Dad..... Dad..... "  I didn't know what to say.

I think he knew that I was totally overwhelmed, as he
just stayed there, panting slightly, and looking at
me.

"I'm proud of you, son.  There's not many guys who've
taken me like that the first time.  I'm well hung, as
you know, and some of the young recruits in the
barracks used to cry off before I was even properly
in!   But it was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Oh dad.... Dad....."

"OK, Steve... Just relax.  I'm going to pull out now,
and I need to do it slowly so as not to suck your guts
out with it. It's a bit like a piston coming out of a
cylinder, and you have to let a bit of air leak in.
When I'm out, I'm going to the bathroom to wash up -
just lie there, and don't move, OK?"

As dad's dick slid out of me it again felt
fantastic.... But I almost cried - yes, cry, real
tears.  I'd wanted it to go on for ever, and now it
was over.

I just lay there as dad had said and turned my head to
the side so I could see him through the bathroom door.
 He was standing at the sink, washing his dick.

He came back towards me a few minutes later, his now
flaccid dick swinging as he walked, and bouncing into
his balls.  He was carrying a wad of toilet tissue,
and he again knelt between my legs, gently lifted my
thighs in the air, and started to wipe my ass!

"Dad....  Don't...."

"Don't what, son"

"Dad... Wiping my ass... It's humiliating!"

"Don't be so stupid, Steve.  I credited you with more
intelligence than that.  Look, your ass is full of
crap, right?  I've just pumped a gallon of cum up
there, and about five gallons of sweat.  So now your
ass is covered in shit and sweat and cum.  If it's not
wiped away, it will stain the sheets!"

"But wiping a guy's ass..."

"Hey - we've just done the most intimate thing two men
can do together.  Do you think that I care about
wiping your ass when I've just experienced your body
in the most complete way possible?  When two guys have
just shared what we have, there's nothing... and I
mean nothing... that can possibly be 'humiliating'
between them, OK?"

I blushed a bit, because I could see that he was
right.

He went back into the bathroom and threw the tissue
into the toilet bowl, then came back and lay beside
me.  His strong arm went around me, and he hugged me
to him.

"So.... First time.... Are you OK?"

"Dad... Yes... It was.... It was....."  I just didn't
have the words to describe it.

"Well, don't be disappointed next time!  I'm pretty
experienced at this, you know, and the next guy you go
with may fumble around a lot more."

"As we move on", he continued, "we'll do a bit more
preparation.  I'll clean you out first, so we can just
lie together afterwards without all the shit getting
in the way.  But I didn't want to give you an enema
this first time, because I wanted us to fuck when we'd
just woken up, and were ready for sex."

"Now.... Any questions?  This was meant to be a
learning experience too, you know."

"Well.... I've read some stories on the Internet, and
when you shot your load, I was sort of expecting to
feel the hot stream of cum rush up inside of me.
When you did shoot, I didn't feel anything - you just
stopped."

"Yes, Steve - I've never felt a guy's cum hit the
inside of me either.   There aren't too many nerve
endings in there, you know - most of the stuff you
feel is from the tissue around your anus, and when you
shoot, you're along way in past that.  I think it's a
bit of poetic licence in those stories - the authors
think you ought to feel the guy's cum, and so they
write it in!  Or perhaps none of them have ever had
proper sex, and are just copying bits forward from
story to story.  It must take a pretty unusual guy to
write about it, rather than going out there and doing
it, after all!   If you want to feel hot cum shooting
all over you, my advice would be to just jerk the
other guy off, and direct his dick like a fire hose on
to your body -  or our face: that's where you'll feel
it best..."

"Well... There is another thing... I thought you
weren't supposed to fuck guys without a condom on."

"Don't fall for that propaganda, Steve!  Fucking with
a condom on is like taking a shower with your clothes
on - you can tell there's water and soap out there,
but you can't feel it properly.  Anyway, you're not
one to talk - all that problem when you were living
with Bob and Jen was caused by fucking with out a
condom!"

"Yes, dad.  But that was a girl.  They say men should
always use them when fucking other men."

"Look, Steve, there is a risk of dying if you fuck a
guy without a condom.  But life is all about taking
risks.  You have to ask yourself whether you want to
live life as a timid, worried little runt, always
wondering about what might happen.  Or to live life to
the full, taking as much pleasure from your body as
you can.  Just don't fuck guys who live unhealthy life
styles - only go with guys you trust, and then there's
a minimal risk of getting anything.  Most of the stuff
they put around about always wearing condoms is just
designed to frighten men off from having sex the way
they should - with their bodies in completely intimate
contact.  I think the kill-joys hope that if they get
enough men having their dicks dulled by those thick
sheaths, it will put them off sex altogether!  The so
called 'moral majority' are always trying to stop guys
enjoying each other, and almost everything else has
failed - laws, exhortations, moral disapproval... None
of it works.  Once you've had proper sex, you want to
have more and more.  They probably see it as their
last chance to try to stop it."

"Now, anything else?", he went on.

"Dad - can I fuck you, now?"

End of part 4.  To be continued.