Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 23:43:28 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Teaching Daddy

			      TEACHING DADDY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

          Let's face it, I was a smart-mouthed kid. I thought that I knew
everything and as soon as I would learn about something, I acted like I was
the only one who knew it. A prime example of that was the weekend following
my first sexual exploration with another boy, when I went to spend the
summer with my Daddy.
     Daddy was a big hunk, and quite young. He wasn't even forty back
then. Mother and he had married when they were still in high school, always
a mistake, and they had divorced a few months earlier.
     Construction work had built his body up into a muscled machine that
showed with his plaid sleeveless shirts and tattered blue jeans that were
his regular work wear. His biceps were the size I wanted, giant sized
without being obscenely big. His chest with its expansion to match his
broad shoulders, his deep brown hair and moustache, his face built along
noble Roman- sculpture-type lines, but battered by life, which made him
look even more masculine.
     Daddy's apartment was very small, really only a hotel room he rented
by the month, with a queen-sized bed, dresser, closet and a single
dining-room-type chair its only furnishings. He had bought a travel bed,
the kind you pump up with a foot pump, and laid it out next to his bed
before he turned out the light. I was disappointed; since his bed was big
enough for two; I thought I'd be sleeping with him.
     There were a lot of outside lights from a parking lot next door and
with the windows open to let air in, a huge yellow rectangle of light
covered the white ceiling. Still, with me supposed to be asleep on the
floor, he probably thought he was hidden from me. Actually, it was the
other way around; I was able to watch him as he stealthily snaked off his
boxers and pushed the sheet off to lie naked on the bed. The lights from
outside made the room awfully bright and I could see everything clear as
day. His cock was so big and as I watched it grew and twitched to rise up
like a living animal, and Daddy reached his hand down to scratch at the
base of it lazily, and moaned softly, then he looked over and caught my
head poking up at the bedside. "Oh, sorry, Son." he said and moved to
hurriedly toss a corner of the sheet over his cock. Hardly worth it, the
way that his nine- incher towered over his slender waist and hips. "Ever
since I left your Mother, it hasn't been behaving itself."
     I repeat, I was a know-it-all type. "I know how you can make it
behave, Daddy." I said.
     He looked over at me. "Really?" he asked blandly, as if he had no idea
what I was talking about.
     "Yeah. Gregg showed me last week when I slept over at his house."
     "What do you mean?" Daddy asked, startled.
     I got out of my bed and sat down beside him. "I'll show you what he
showed me to do. Now watch carefully, Daddy, so you'll know how to do it."
     I wrapped my hands around Daddy's cock and it was so hot and hard I
couldn't believe it. "Gosh, Daddy, yours is a lot bigger and harder than
Gregg's!" I exclaimed.
     "It gets that way when you grow up." Daddy said. "And your sweet soft
hand feels so good."
     I skinned down his foreskin with one quick pull of my hand and Daddy
groaned and his cockslit oozed clear liquid. "That feels even better, Son."
He sighed softly. "Now show me what Gregg taught you to do."
     I began to stroke his cock like I had Gregg's and Daddy moaned and
hunched upwards. "Oh, God, Son, that feels so good!" he groaned. "My baby's
hand is making his daddy feel so good."
     "That's nothing, Daddy." I said, proud of how I was making my Daddy
squirm with pleasure I had so recently discovered. "Watch this!" and I
speeded up my strokes.
     Daddy groaned, "Uh, oh, Son, that's great! So fucking great!"
     "Oh, it's just starting, Daddy. It gets even better after a while."
     "I believe it!" Daddy said. "Get up here beside me, Son!" And I
crawled up to scrunch in beside him and rested my head on the big pillow of
his pectoral muscle and his tit nestled into my ear as I looked down at the
huge, angry love muscle I was pumping for my Daddy. The head was an angry
red color and his was growing really hot in my hand, and a lot of clear
precome oozed out of his slit to make a shlorp-shlorp sort of sound. The
clean smell of Daddy's sweat was turning into a musky, raunchy smell, like
the smell our old tomcat gave off if you nuzzled your nose in his fur, only
stronger.
     "Oh, pound my pud, baby! Pound your daddy's pud!" Dad begged me and I
was happy to oblige him. "Come on, baby, it ain't gonna break, really maul
that fuck-tool for me."
     I had never heard my Daddy talk like that before and it got me so
excited, hearing my big Daddy talk like that. I really started whomping his
meat, feeling the heat build and the oozing pre-jizz slopped down over my
hand, slimy and real. I scooted down onto Daddy's belly, wanting to see his
cock up close, real close.
     "I'm going to--come baby!" Daddy sobbed after a moment. "You'd better
move--unless you want--my jizz all over--your sweet face!"
     Gregg had only squirted a little bit of juice and it just dribbled
onto my hand when I had played with him, and mine had done the same. So I
didn't know what Daddy was talking about but I didn't want to move. "Go
ahead, Daddy!" I said. "Squirt it on me! Squirt it on my face!"
     "Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, URRRGGHHH!" Daddy grunted, only it was more
like a roar of a lion, and that's when his cock let loose on me.
     It was like the squirt of a water pistol hitting you from a few inches
away, only his come was hot and flew in big clumps. It hit me right in my
face like Daddy had warned me, big wads that struck me in my eyes, hit my
nose and cheeks, struck my temple and dribbled into my ear, struck my
mouth. My face was covered with his jism and it was all hot, musky and
stinging with hot salt and sticking to me in slimy heated pools. I had
never felt anything like it.
     Daddy was roaring, heaving with movements of his hips that lifted me
up and down like the swells of ocean waves lifting a small boat. He was so
much bigger than me that it was like a force of nature, the movements of
his body and the come hitting me in heavy splats as I kept pounding it.
     Like an earthquake, my Daddy calmed and quieted and was still at last,
except for heavy gasps of breath still rippling his massive chest. "Oh,
baby!" he managed to get out at last. "That was just great!"
     "Did you really like it, Daddy?" I said, one eye closed because of his
jizz still on me. I didn't want to wipe it off, not just yet.
     "Oh, yeah, Son!" he said. "But you sure are a mess. Didn't you hear me
tell you to get out of the way, that I was going to shoot my wad?"
     "Yeah, Dad, but I sure didn't think you were going to squirt that
much!" I said in awe. "Mine doesn't do anything like that, and neither does
Gregg's."
     "That's because you're still young." Daddy assured me. "When you get
older, your dick will get stronger and able to shoot it harder and faster,
just like mine."
     "Really?" I said.
     "Yeah. Now let's get you cleaned up." Daddy said. He got up and went
into the bathroom and I heard water running. Then he came out with a
washrag and said, "Hold still and I'll clean you off." The rag was nice and
warm and Daddy moved his strong hands in gentle circles over my face so
that it was like a warm caress. When I was cleaned off, he held my chin
with the rag and lifted my face up, a tender smile on his mouth and in his
eyes, and he leaned over and kissed me in a way I'd never felt before. Not
the usual Daddy-Son kiss, he was telling me thank-you and I-love- you in a
way that left no doubt he was completely sincere.
     "Oh, I love you, Daddy." I said when he let go.
     "I love you too, Son." Daddy said. He picked me up in his monstrous
hands and cuddled me like a little baby. I wrapped my arms around him as
best I could and reached for those big lips of his again with my own. He
carried us over to the bed and sat down on its edge, me sitting on his lap,
and said, "Now who is this Gregg that taught you how to do this, Son?" He
put one beefy paw on my groin and moved his hands and fingers all around on
top of my briefs.
     I was happy to tell Daddy about Gregg, my best friend. I described him
with his shock of white-blond hair, his blue eyes and pale skin, so
different from Daddy and my own darker complexions. I was tan to his beige,
and our exploration of those differences led to our first encounter.
     "We were going on a year-end field trip the next day, and Gregg's
daddy was going to drive us to the school." I said. "So I stayed the night
with Gregg and we got to giggling over how different we looked. We got to
fooling around after taking showers before going to bed and I yanked off
his towel and he yanked off mine and I was surprised to see that he had
blond hair down here, too." I pointed to my own groin and its scraggle of
brown hair beginning to show itself.
     "Here?" Daddy said and slid his hands onto my stomach and tucked them
underneath the elastic band of my briefs and onto my cock and balls, moving
his fingers like little live animals crawling into my crotch, and I began
to throw a stiffie.
     I pretended I didn't notice what he was doing and kept on
talking. "Yeah, and I said it was funny how we were different down
there. He has this skin over the head of his dick."
     "His foreskin." Daddy said.
     "I guess so. What is it?"
     "It's this skin here." Daddy said, pulling my briefs down and tucking
it underneath my balls, grabbing my cock and rubbing the skin back and
forth over my now-hard cock. "You are born with enough to completely cover
your cock, but they cut off a bit of it, usually."
     "Why?" I asked, closing my eyes and resting my head on his strong
shoulder.
     "They just do, usually." Daddy said. "They claim it's for health
reasons, but I think it's so kids won't figure out how to play with
themselves too quickly."
     I thought that over as well as I could, with Daddy's hand stroking my
dick. His big hand covered it completely, and he was being careful not to
pull it too hard. He was doing a great job with it. He learned fast, I
thought to myself.
     "That makes sense." I said. "Gregg sure knew about playing with dicks,
because he said why bother with putting underwear back on just to take it
off again tomorrow morning. So we agreed to sleep naked together."
     "That makes sense." Daddy said and reached for a kiss and I gave him a
nice, long kiss before pulling away to continue the story.
     "Once in bed, we lay there and then I felt Gregg's hand reach over to
grab my dick."
     "How?" Daddy asked.
     "Just like you're doing now." I said, nuzzling his neck. "Gregg
grabbed my dick and began to play with it and I was surprised as all
get-out. But it felt really good."
     "As good as this?" Daddy asked.
     "Yeah." I sighed.
     "How about as good as this?" Daddy said and moved his hand faster."
     "Ooh!" I said. "No, not as good as this!"
     "So go ahead with your story." Daddy said. "I'm listening."
     He was listening, but I was having trouble concentrating. "Well, I
asked him what he was doing and he said I'm playing with your dick,
stupid. So I said it felt good and he said so why don't you do it to me,
too. So I reached over and mph!" Daddy kissed me hard then and his hand got
to really moving my little dick and I moaned and hugged him hard and then I
felt my come building up in my balls. "Oh, oh!" I groaned in his mouth, and
my Daddy stopped jerking me.
     "Oh, oh!" I moaned. "Daddy, why did you stop?"
     "You didn't finish the story for me, Son!" Daddy said. "Finish telling
me about it." His hand kept holding my cock, which felt almost like it was
boiling.
     "Well, I started playing with his cock like he was playing with mine
and after a while he groaned and this stuff came out of his cock."
     "Just like mine?" Daddy said, beginning to stroke me again.
     "Not like yours." I admitted. "His just sort of dribbled out, but he
seemed to really like it. Oh, Daddy!" Daddy was stroking me again and I
felt the joy in my cock begin to build up again.
     "So what happened next?"
     "Well, he kept doing mine and after a time my dick felt all tingly."
     "Just like now?" Daddy said.
     "Sort of." I gasped. "Gregg didn't stop like you did. He just kept
stroking it until I squirted."
     "Like this?" Daddy jerked me hard again and I begin to gasp and groan
and just as it was beginning to feel real good, Daddy stopped again!
     "Oh, Daddy, please don't stop!" I begged.
     "You haven't finished the story." Daddy chided me. "Finish the
story. What happened next?"
     I had to gasp a while until I could speak. "I was really surprised at
what had happened and asked Gregg what had happened, and he kind of laughed
at me. 'That's what happens when you play with your dick, doofus.' he said
to me. 'I do it every night. It helps me get to sleep.'"
     "I imagine it does." Daddy said. He begin to play with my cock again
and this time it was like liquid fire rose up in my cock. I had never felt
anything like this the few times I had done it by myself or the time with
Gregg. It was like my cock was angry at the teasing Daddy was giving it,
fighting mad and ready to explode. "So what else did you and Gregg do?"
     "Nothing." I said. "We went to sleep. Gregg acted like it was nothing
unusual, like everyone did it."
     "Everyone does." Daddy said. "At least they do it to themselves. And
quite a few of us do it to each other, like I'm doing to you right now." He
stroked my cock harder and I felt a flush rise in my face, and my cock
groaned like it was going to blow up.
     "Oh, Daddy, please don't stop this time! Please!" I begged him. "Oh,
it feels so good! Please, Daddy! Please!" And I nearly sobbed as I felt the
jizz rising in my once again. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
     But Daddy stopped yet again, and I felt a gurgling in my balls as if
they were moving about all by themselves, which I guess they were. "What
have you learned now, then?" He asked me severely.
     I was almost scared, looking into his face. "That I was silly to think
you didn't know anything about this."
     "And."
     Daddy was used to my know-it-all attitude, so I knew what he wanted me
to say, "That there is nothing I can teach my elders."
     "And?"
     "But there is a lot that my elders can teach me if I'll just shut up
and listen?" I said, suddenly looking at my Daddy as he stroked me yet
again.
     "That's right." Daddy said as he pounded my pud really hard and I
suddenly knew that this time he wouldn't stop. "There's a lot more to this
that you have to learn."
     I held onto my Daddy tight as the jism build up in my balls like an
angry flood, gasping for breath with lungs that suddenly seemed to have
turned to jelly. "Oh, Daddy, yes!"
     "And I'm going to teach you everything this summer if it kills me and
you both!" He said with a mock fierceness I knew well.
     "Yes, Daddy!"
     "Now shoot that wad, Son! Shoot it really hard, just like I did! Come
on, right now, damn it! Right now!"
     "Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, OHHHH-GUHHH!" And my jism did just what Daddy had
said. It barreled out of me like my cock was a shotgun, and my Daddy got
splattered from his chest on down with the biggest load I had ever had.
     "Yeah, that's it, Son! Shoot that wad all over me!" Daddy ordered. The
way he was pounding my cock, I had no choice but to keep on pumping it out,
and the come seemed to last forever. Even after I stopped shooting, my body
was still jerking and spasming with my orgasm, which seemed to go on and on
and on....
     Daddy held me until, still twitching from time to time, I was done.
Then he held still, until even the twitches faded and finally left my
wracked body in peace. "Now, Son, did that feel good?" he asked me gently.
     "Oh, Daddy, that was the best ever!" I said and hugged him hard.
"Gregg will never believe it when I see him again this fall!"
     "Oh, that was nothing!" Daddy assured me as he lifted me off and
tucked me into bed beside him. He covered us both up and lay close to me
and this time I tucked myself into his armpit and lay dozing surrounded by
his male odor. "Wait until you see what I am going to show you tomorrow
night, Son! It makes what happened tonight seem like the play of little
boys!"
     I was too sleepy to ask what he meant. But I was sure that this was
going to be a summer I'd never forget!

				  THE END
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