Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 16:00:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Sargon Bighorn <sargon_bighorn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Measurements with Dad

Ever since I was about 5 Dad and I would have a game where we measured one
another against the door frame once each month.  You know the routine.
Strip to our underwear and stand as straight and tall against the door
frame.  We used the bathroom door frame because Dad would also weight
himself and me.  Dad would mark where my head came to then he'd use a
fabric measuring tape to see how tall I was.  Dad would hold me in his
arms, my little body feeling his firm hairy chest, and I'd mark on the door
jam where his head reached.  It never changed.  I would hold the fabric
measuring tape near the floor for Dad and he would measure to the mark.  I
like that as I could see Dad's muscled hairy legs and look up them to his
flat hard stomach.

Dad kept a log and would write the figures in it.  His and mine.  This went
on for a number of years.  When I turned 13 things changed a bit.

One day at the end of the month when it was time to take the measurements
Dad suggested we take more measurements of our body.

My Dad weighed me and he also said he wanted to measure my chest, and legs
and arms.  I'd been working out with Dad over that past few years, he'd do
the weight training and I'd take part in organized sports for kids.  Then
about 15 minutes before Dad was done with the weights I'd work in with him.
Not lifting heavy, but doing some.  My Dad has a nice body, lean muscled
and moderately hairy.  He stays in shape.

"Son, I notice at the gym that you're becoming more and more of a man.
You're slowly filling out with muscle.  That skinny little kid I love so
much is becoming a Man."  My Dad said to me smiling.

"I think it's time you and me took some other measurements.  You can
measure me and I'll measure you.  You're tall enough that I don't need to
hold you for you to mark the door jam."

"Cool Dad" I replied.

Both Dad and I were in our underwear now and he had me stand on the scale
to weigh me.  "Great son, just about average for your age and height.  Let
me measure your chest, arms, waist, and thighs."  He said.

I was happy that Dad was touching me all over with the fabric measuring
tape as it tickled and felt good.  He had me hold the tape across the front
of my chest and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

I then stood at the door frame and Dad measured me.  "Nice son you've grown
about an inch since last month."

"If you want to, but it's up to you son, I'd like to measure your dick.
It's no big deal, but that's one area men seem to be concerned with.  How
big it is.  We could start to record how much it grows too.  What do you
say?"  Dad inquired with a gentle smile.

"Well, how about you go first" I said.  "I'll measure you first and then
I'll go next."

"Fine son, that's how we'll do it."  Dad said cheerfully.

So my Dad stepped on the scale, I bent down to look at the number and
recorded his weight in the log.  Next I took the fabric tape and measured
his flexed bicep.  "Wow Dad you have nice arms."  I said.  Then I measured
his chest.  As I moved the tape down to measure his waist Dad began to move
and I noticed his underpants began to be pushed down.  He was getting a
boner!

"Wow son you're touching me is a turn on.  I'll try to focus on the task at
hand.  Don't be upset if I pop a woody!"  He chuckled.

"Nah Dad not to worry, I've learned a bit about those."  I said as I
measured his waist, my hand reaching around to grab the lose end of the
tape and brushing against his hardening cock through the fabric of his
underwear.

"Okay let me measure your thigh."  I then had to come around to the front
and there to greet me was a tent in Dad's underwear.

"Seems he likes you" Dad said.

"Yeah it would seem so Dad.  He looks big too!"  I measured my Dad's beefy
hairy thighs and with all the guts I could muster I asked, "Dad do you want
me to measure your cock too?"

"Well son that would be nice.  We can use my dimensions to gauge how you
are doing.  I think one day you will be as big as me in most respects."  Do
ahead measure my erection.

Dad took of his underwear and released his hard cock.  It stood out and
pulsed.

"Dad you write down the figure."  I handed Dad the log.

When I took hold of Dad's cock, he let out a sigh.  I placed the "1" inch
end at the base of my Dad's cock making sure it was firm against his hard
flat lower stomach.  Then I pulled the tape out and let the tape fall over
the head of his cock.

"Nice Dad seven and one-half inches from base to head."  I said.  "Write
that down."

Then I placed the "1" inch end of the fabric measuring tape top of his cock
at what appeared to be its thickest area, held it there and wrapped the
tape around Dad's cock.  Again he let out a soft sigh.

"Nice Dad, 6 inches circumference.  Not bad" I said with admiration.

With Dad still standing there I threw the tape over my shoulder and just
looked at my Dad's beautiful pulsing cock.  The veins that ran along it,
the dark pink head that would bulge and the ridge that ran along the
underside of his cock.

"Dad what's that ridge along the bottom of your cock for?"  I inquired.

"It is the tube down which my cum is ejaculated.  Would you like to see it
work?"

"Yeah that would be cool.  What do I need to do?"  I asked.

"In the drawer by my bed you will find a small container with a blue label,
bring it here."  Dad said to me.

I quickly went to his bedroom, opened the drawer of the night stand by his
bed and came back with the small container.

"Open it and put some of the clear cream on your hands and then begin to
massage it into my cock.  I'll tell you how."  Dad said.

"Okay Dad."  I opened the container and with my fingers placed some of the
clear silky smooth cream onto my hands.

"Okay son now begin to rub the cream on my cock.  Start at the head and
spread it down the entire shaft."

I did just as Dad directed.  "Oh yeah that's good son."  My Dad moaned.

"Yeah keep up that motion until I tell you to stop."  He said and leaned
back against the door jam, his legs now spread apart.

"Take some of the cream and spread it around my cock head son, then stroke
my shaft a few times, then work the head again.  Do that until I tell you
to look at the underside of my cock.  You'll see what happens."

With each stoke of my hand on Dad's throbbing cock and the special
attention I paid to rubbing his cock head, it was just a few minutes before
Dad said, "Okay son keep stroking me but watch that ridge on the base of my
cock.  When I tell you stop stroking and just watch."

"Oh son I'm real close, yeah yeah here I cum.  Okay let go and watch."  Dad
moaned loudly.

I let go of Dad's throbbing cock and looked at the ridge on the bottom of
it.  It expanded, his cock jumped, and a rope of cum flew from his cock
head.  It expanded again and another rope of cum shot out.  With each
expansion of the ridge and each blast of cum, Dad moaned loudly.  In all
the ridge on the underside of his cock expanded 5 times, each pulse
producing a shot of cum that landed on the bathroom floor just in front of
his feet.

"Whew son that was good.  Did you notice what happened?  Each time that
ridge would expand I'd shoot another load of cum.  It feels great too."
Dad said as he just stood still and leaned against the door jamb breathing
hard.

"Really cool Dad do you think my cock would do the same thing?"  I asked
with excitement in my voice.

"I bet it will son I bet it will.  How about we give it a try?"  Dad said.

And every month there after Dad and I would take each other's measurements.
I'd measure him and he's measure me.  My cock was in fact getting bigger
and with Dad's massaging it like I massaged his, it would prove to be just
as large as Dad's one day.