Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 22:36:22 -0800 (PST)
From: DITRman <ditrman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swallowing Cum with Dad in the Room

  About a year ago my younger brother had a very bad car accident.  He
spent several months in critical care before being transferred to the
pediatric care unit.  My dad was not happy that his 16 year old son had to
be in the same wing as so many kids.

  Because my brother was still very much in a coma, someone stayed at the
hospital around the clock.  I usually tried to do the overnights so neither
my dad nor mom would have to.

  One night my dad came into my brother's room and as usual I was sitting
watching TV to drown out all the hospital noise.  My dad asked his usual,
"How's he doing" and leaned over to check on my little brother.  My dad is
a total redneck, so seeing him bend down and kiss my little brother on the
forehead was a thrill to me.  I had rarely seen him so compassionate
growing up.

  As my dad walked away from my brother's bed, it was obvious that my
brother was waking up (not fully awake, but moving a little).  My dad sat
down in the chair at the end of my brother's bed, while I stayed close to
the side where I had been.  Almost immediately, my brother started rubbing
his dick through his robe.  He had done this a few times earlier in his
recovery, but would stop immediately...so I waited.  My dad heard him
stirring, so he glanced over his shoulder to watch and wait for him to be
finished playing as well.  My brother slowed his pace a little, so my dad
turned back to watch TV, but my brother then wrapped his fingers around his
semi-hard dick, through his robe and started to slowly fuck his hand.  It
looked much more sexual that all of the other attempts.  My eyes widened as
my brother's dick grew in length to about 7 inches and I could see a
pleasured "grimace" on my brother's face as he slowly started to pull and
squeeze on his big dick.  I just watched for a few more seconds, not
knowing what my dad's reaction would be.  I was almost embarrassed for my
brother and my dad.  I was totally into it, but I doubted he would be.

  My dad heard the friction of the hand against the robe, so he turned
toward my brother and I just studied his reaction.  He immediately had a
puzzled look on his face, as if to say, "What the...?".  I kinda smirked
and chuckled (trying to make light of this obviously awkward situation).
My dad looked right at me and said, "What do you do when he starts whacking
off?"  His question was very to-the-point and I stammered to answer for
just a second and said, "uhh...the nurse said not to stop him because every
time you do, he starts having an angry fit and it could cause more injury
to his brain..."  My dad made a face that said, "oh great..." and sat back
down and turned back to watch TV.  I obviously kept watching my brother
start to arch his back and push his feet into the bed to allow his cock to
rise up to meet his hand that was now milking his dick more rapidly.

  The sounds in the room were like that of couple trying to fuck in their
parents' house without waking anyone upstairs.  There was just a hint of
grunting and sporadic breathing coming from my brother.  My dad kept
looking at the TV, but I could see his head turn slightly to the side so he
could fully hear my brother pounding his now leaking member.

  Suddenly my dad looked back at my brother and stood up and approached the
side of the bed.  My heart jumped because I had no idea what he was doing.
My eyes got larger as he approached quickly.  I just studied his movements
and made a face like, "wha.....are you okay?"  My dad immediately and
quietly spoke (as if NOT to interrupt or wake my brother).  He said, "Your
mom is coming here in about 10 minutes.  She is going to see a huge wet
spot on his robe if he.....you know....finishes. We are going to have to
try and stop him."  I just shook my head no as if to say, "I'm not going
to"...  My dad continued to think, but still looked a little panicked as he
stared down at my brother's dick action that was getting slightly faster
than before. I immediately got hard as my dad reached up and gently rubbed
my brother's inner forearm as if to calm his movements.  My dad's hands
were literally inches from my brother's pre-cum spotted robe.  I said,
"he's not going to stop...we just need to clean him up".

  "We don't have time.  Your mother is bringing your grandmother up here
and they cannot walk in to us wiping him down." he said dismissing that
idea.  I thought for a second and then said, "Well, there's no nurse that
comes by until, like 2 in the morning, we could grab some more covers or
something..."  I was reaching for some solution...and my brother wasn't
going to last too much longer, I was thinking...

My dad shrugged his shoulders and said, "You're here every night...just
take care of it while I watch for your mother.  If I tell you they're
coming down the hallway, you need to get him covered up so they don't see
that big wet spot...."  "And we can't just leave him laying in 'junk' for
hours until the nurse gets back...so, we have to get rid of it..."  With
that he turns and plants his face in the narrow window of the door.  I
start to look around frantically for a bedpan or urinal or towel or
something for my brother to shoot in...

  Then he started squeezing his dick much harder than before and he started
to push his head back into his pillow more.  Being a guy that jerks off
regularly, I knew that the cum was rising up from his ball and was
literally seconds from shooting out of his now very thick cock.

   In order to keep the robe fairly clean and dry, I reached to the side of
my brother's now clenching ass and pulled on the string to unfasten it in
the back.  I immediately swung open his robe, but my brother's hand was
still pounding his cock, binding the robe to his dick.  I had to think
fast, so I put my right hand under my brother's speeding left hand and
within two of my strokes, I slid my hand up his dick, pushing his hand off
and releasing his robe the rest of the way.  I looked up to assure that my
dad was still looking at the window and not watching me stroke my little
brother's dick.  He was still hard pressed up against the door, head
crooked to look down the hall without moving.

    I started wondering what to do with this cum that was just a moment
from gushing out of his dick...I thought...in the throw pillow from the
chair?  ...up my sleeve to get rid of later?  ...in the extra slippers
beside the bed?  Just then my brother slammed his hand down to the base of
his dick and I knew this was it.  I had nothing in my hands...nothing
around me...if I turned away to get something it would be all over the
place...my mother would be there any minute...  So without thinking I bent
down and put just the head of his dick in my mouth as immediately he
started squirting very hot cum into my tightly clung mouth.  I kept my eyes
right on the back of my dad's head; just in case he were to turn around I
could stop.  After about three big squirts, my brother tried to grab his
dick again to release the majority of his load.  I just bent down further,
engulfing the entire shaft, giving him nothing to play with.  His fingers
began pushing down at the base of his penis (on the side closest to his
navel) and as he let out a rather loud breath, his dick gave four more very
large jerks and continued to cum in the back of my mouth...  Without
knowing what else to do, I started swallowing and took the entire load down
my throat.  When I felt my brother relax, I let me mouth slowly slide off
while keeping my lips very tense.  I was getting it all just like a tube of
toothpaste.  I also didn't want my lips to make a smacking noise as I
raised up.

  Almost as soon as I stood up, my dad spun around to see my brother's huge
red dick sticking straight up...all nice and shiny from my throat.  I just
looked at my dad, terrified that he would know what I just did.  He just
grinned, tightening one side of his mouth and said, "I don't know how you
deal with him at night".

  I started to cover my brother up with his robe (still spotted with
precum) and then covered him with the blanket at the foot of the bed to
hide the wet spots.  You could still see that he was very hard.  He would
also have a few light convulsions every so many seconds.  After several of
those jerks, he rolled over half way toward the window, hiding his
erection.  As he was rolling over, my mother and grandmother walked in very
quietly.

  My mother asked how he was doing and we just nodded.  As my grandmother
bent down to kiss my brother on the cheek, my dad reaches up and hands me
his can of Pepsi to wash down my "work".  Without a word, I take the can
and lick my lips, smacking them quietly.  My dad just started shaking his
head and giggling.  Now that I am sure he knows what I did, I wonder what
will happen this summer when he and I go on our annual trip down to our
rental cabin in Tennessee to clean it up for the family.  I can't wait.