Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 04:07:39 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: The first of many

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The First Of Many

    "Daddy?"
    "Hmm?" I was just adjusting the screen in my sons room to allow a
bug-free breeze to clear out the stuffiness.
    "I got hair".
    (That's my genius!) "I sure hope so or you'd be bald". With a slam it
was secure. Smirking at my handy work I glanced down at my son. His eyes
were vexed as he pleaded up to me for some understanding. (There goes the
father of the year award.) As I moved from the window my hip almost knocked
the table lamp over. In my zeal to catch it my fingertips caught the bulb
and I muttered an oath under my breath. Sitting on the bed his hand touched
my wrist. "Okay, so tell me".
    Tommy leaned towards me causing the bed to groan. "Not on my head. Down
there". He whispered. "You know - down there".
    "Ah, I see. Well, you're a little young but I guess puberty has
started". I offered up my Father-Knows-Best smile. "Seems to me I was the
first in my class by a couple of years, too".
    He looked at me puppy-curious: the eyes widened as he tilted his head
uncertain. "I know you get hair on the chest and under the arms and you can
grow a beard and your voice gets deeper".
    "Yeah, but not all in the same week". (If Robert Young didn't work I
would go for Seinfeld.)
    Tommy cocked his head the other way and shot me the 'be serious'
look. "But, dad, down there?"
    "Everywhere. And why are you whispering? You think we're being bugged
by the CIA?" I patted the top of his hand.
    "I didn't think you got hair there!"
    (That's the educational system for you. Your tax dollars at work.) My
head kind of spun. "What did you think - that the hair on my body stopped
at the waistband?" He actually shrugged. "Come on. Think about it. You're
gonna get a growth of new hair wherever it decides to spurt".
    "Anywhere?"
    "Pretty much". I wanted to chuckle but didn't dare. He was so
serious. Taking his hand in mine I tried to soothe his worry. "Anything
else?" (Yup, he had something else. It was written all over his face.)
"Shoot".
    "Do you have a lot there?" He was whispering again.
    My hand ran a frustrated wave through my hair but then I thought better
of it. "You must have seen guys at school. In the locker room. In the
shower".
    Tommy shook his head. "We only undress to our underwear".
    "That's just great. In a couple of years your class is gonna be one
giant add for Clearasil". My breath exhaled sharply as a thought
formed. "How much have you got?"
    Another shrug. He saw me return the gesture with my own doubtful
look. With deliberate gravity he lowered the sheet then lifted his hips as
he shucked the pj shorts to his thigh.
    I looked. Then looked closer. Now I was staring. His cockhead seemed to
be without any support as it sat flat on his crotch. But his sac was loose
enough allowing the berries some breathing room. "I must need glasses". My
head remained still as I glanced at his eyes. "Show me".
    He pulled at two or three hairs above his knob. "Here". I saw the skin
pull up so I knew they were there but for the life of me I couldn't see
them.
    "Oh. I see now". (Nope. I really didn't.)
    "How much do I get?"
    "A lot more than that, that's for sure". He really did have a cute
little pink helmet.
    "Can I see?"
    "Well, son, they have to grow in first!"
    He touched the tip of my knee. "No, I mean you".
    "Hunh?" I did a double-take. (Now my son has seen me in boxer speedos
and on the odd occasion in my briefs but for one reason and another we
never did get around to show-and-tell.)
    "Can't you show me?"
    His expression was so innocent, so pleading. "Well ..." (What could be
the harm?) "I suppose. I mean I guess it would be okay". Another quick
glance at him. "You're sure?"
    "I figure I'm probably gonna look like you".
    Leaning back a new thought struck me. "You must've seen guys in
magazines?"
    "Yeah but they must all shave".
    "Yeah, I guess they do". Standing up my t-shirt was quickly pulled over
my head. Taking a deep breath I lowered the boxers which fell to my ankles
before I had even straightened up. (Great.) I placed fists on hips as I
exposed myself to my son. "That's what it looks like". I nodded my head
slightly. "All of me".
    Tommy stared with awed expression. His eyes studied the thick wirey
bush, the long pendulous uncut cock and my hairy fat balls. He leaned in
slightly so I automatically stepped closer, my knees just touching the
mattress.
    "How come you have that skin hanging down? Will I get that, too?"
    "No, no. I'm uncircumcised. This is what a natural cock looks like. Um,
penis", I corrected myself. "Look". My thumb and forefinger took the head
of my knob and slid the skin back. "See. Now I look just like you".
    For the first time Tommy smiled. "Not quite".
    It was my turn to chuckle. "Well, maybe not exactly". My fingers lifted
the knob. "But very similar".
    He studied the curves of the purple knob. "Can I touch it?"
    I was stunned. "My cock - er, penis?"
    He giggled. "No, the hair".
    "Oh". It was such a relief that I blurted out, "sure" before I thought
it over. Suddenly the fingers of his right hand were trailing through the
forest of my pubes. They pulled to feel the coarseness. They combed through
to feel the thickness. His eyes were in rapt attention.
    "I like this", he mumbled softly.
    It did feel good. Then his palm slid down my shaft startling me. As my
hand moved in he fended it away with his left.
    "No, I wanna see the hair on your balls".
    His palm flattened the underside of my cock against my bush as his left
felt the hairs ever so lightly. Maddeningly gentle. Soft. Delicate. His
fingers cupped as he weighed daddys' balls.
    "You're balls are really big", he admired. "I want balls like this".
    "Son", I began, "I don't think this is a good . . ."
    Too late.
    My cock grew up passed his fingers, hard and bulbous. Very hard. Rock.
    "Wow, daddy. You're huge!"
    His hand released my hard-on quickly. Gravity did the rest. With a
sweep down my knob slid over the tip of his nose. (Fuck.)
    "So big", he said awed.
    His hand wrapped about the middle of my long fat rod. Squeezing he
studied the tip fascinated by the gummy mouth of my piss-slit.
    I took hold of his wrist giving a gentle pull. "I think this has gone
far enough".
    But he was non-plussed. "No. Really. I wanna know what I'm gonna be
like". His fingers tightened their grip.
    "You're not gonna look like this for a number of years. Why you're
still only . . ." But my voice trailed off. His cock had sprung to
life. Thin white shaft, a good few inches with an angry cherry atop.
    My mind tried to land. He was hard. I was hard. My balls were being
played with. And his fist felt so good. So fucking good. He was moving
foreskin up and over the head only to pull it back so the knob poked back
out. Such a good slow hand-job. And from my son.
    My son.
    His beautiful eyes and face. Exquisite lips. Lips.
    Lips.
    My fingers reached over circling behind his ear before sliding along
his jaw. My middle pad pressed at the bone below his lobe as my fingers
splayed, up onto his cheek and the other two on his swan-like neck. I
sighed heavily.
    He looked up at me smiling. "Does this feel good, daddy?"
    "Oh, yeah", I heaved another contented sigh.
    "I'm glad". Again he studied the tip. "I like this".
    "So do I, son. So very much". His cheek was so soft. "I hope we can
always be this close".
    "Me, too".
    My other hand pryed at his fist. "No, no. It's okay. Let daddy take
over".
    He looked up uncertain as he let go but my slight smile reassured
him. My fist grabbed my cock as I leaned in slightly. "I want you to feel
how soft daddys' cock is. How warm". I slid the shaft along his cheek. As I
watched his eyes close I began to ease back. "Feel the heat from daddys'
cock. Feel its softness. Its firmness. Its excitement at being with you".
    As I pulled almost entirely off my sons face I slid the knob ever so
gentley over his lips before allowing the shaft to slide along his other
cheek. He seemed to accept this.
    My voice became huskier. "That's it. Luxuriate in the feel of daddys'
hard cock resting so comfortably on your sweet face". My hand slid along
his jaw to cup his chin. The thumb began to trace his lips: from one corner
along the upper lip to then slide along the lower. "When you were a kid a
thumb was enough. Now you're on the brink of manhood. This would never
satisfy". My thumb pushed inward as it settled onto his tongue. "No, this
will no longer do".
    As my digit was extracted my fist clasped his chin. "Daddys' sweet man
needs so much more now". I lifted my right leg planting that foot on the
mattress. The bent knee allowing me a bar on which to rest my forearm, of
which the fist held my cock.
    My other fist pulled his face forward as the hand slid to the back of
his head. "You need manly things to fulfill manly desires". I eased his
face ever forward until his pert nose pressed at the cleft between thigh
and ball-sac. "Inhale". He did so. "This is the very private scent of
man. The sweat and toil of what it means to be a man".
    Tommy inhaled again and again. Deeply.
    "Taste the saltiness of man".
    His tongue flicked out. It darted at first but lingered with each
subsequent flick.
    "That's it, son. Taste daddy".
    With a slight gentle twist of his head the tongue began to lap at my
nuts. Slowly and deliberately his tongue lathered my left nut. Lips pressed
against the flesh between licks. Sweet son kisses.
    "But the tongue is hungry for more. Needs more of daddy".
    A slight lift and his tongue slicked up to the side of my shaft. My
body eased back as his tongue slid along the contours of my flesh. Steady
along. I held the foreskin back firmly as his tongue slid onto my
knob. Then I faced him. Father to son.
    "Kiss the tip".
    Tommy looked up at me as he pressed a lingering kiss on the piss
slit. His eyes suddenly widened. This was a new taste. Something
creamy. Something salty. He sucked for more. Hands reached up and
reverently held the first few inches of cock. His tongue darted for
more. His mouth opened for more. My knob was ringed by his lips. His tongue
and cheeks did the rest.
    Finally my cock was home. But I knew I would never last. He looked so
beautiful with those large eyes locked on mine as his mouth was locked on
my cock. After several precious more seconds I was forced to pull
free. Judging by the look on his face we were both disappointed.
    With his face in my hands I kissed him softly on the lips. This kiss
was new to us both. This kiss had the promise of intention.
    Easing to my knees my hands released him. "Lay back, son, but rest your
upper body on your elbows". I smiled at his expression. "I want you to
watch".
    Closing my eyes so he would not be distracted I began to give my son
his first blow-job.
    I engulfed that beautiful prick down to the root. My lips held the base
as I exhaled warm breath over his tower. I know youth. And I remember my
own. This would not take long.
    My cheeks caved in molding about his prick. My tongue came forward
cushioning the underside of his shaft. And then I began to suck my sons
prick.
    "Daddy?" He asked in a little voice.
    I suckled.
    "Um, daddy?"
    My head began to ease up.
    "Daddy, this feels . . . "
    My head moved down.
    "Oh. God. Daddy. Daddy".
    My head bobbed up and down and up and down and up . . .
    "Oh, geeze. Oh, daddy. No. I don't think I like . . . But
. . . Please. Can you stop? Daddy? Dad? Dad. DAD! Oh. Oh. God! Jesus!
Fuck. FUCK! FUCK, DADDY! DAD! DAD! DADohDADohDADohDAD".  And then a scream,
a yell, tears, ripped through his soul . . .
    . . . And filled my mouth. Sweet wonderful no-longer virgin
cum. Gobbled up by his hungry dad. My eyes opened as my mouth moved up and
off. And as I stared into the new man my pistoning fist released me onto
the floor. There would be other places for other cum-dumps for both of
us. This was only our first.
    Our first.