From: Joe Jones <jonesboy@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: The Wonder Year (M/M, incest, consensual)
Date: 19 Dec 1996 17:29:33 -0400

Here's the disclaimer...

Warning! The following story deals with consensual sexual activity between
two males who may or may not be related.  If such subject matter offends
you, if you are under age 18, or, if by your local standards it is illegal
for you to read this, STOP NOW.  Get rid of this and go watch tv.

If you live in such circumstances, you'll just have to go write your own
smutty stories.  Or live them.

Now on with the show.  Here's a story from the same author of a similarly
themed piece called Letters Home.

Enjoy.


THE WONDER YEAR, Part One, by Joe Jones <jonesboy@worldnet.att.net>

The bicentennial, 1976, was the year I turned 16, and the year I lost my
virginity.

In the working class neighborhood I grew up in, high school was about as far
as anyone's education went, and it after that almost everyone worked at the
same factory.  People got married young, and my dad and mom did when he was
19 and she was 18.  I was born not much later.  After he and my mother split
up my dad kept me, because I was his son, and in his Italian Catholic family
that was important.  It wasn't an average childhood --- it was more like
growing up with a big brother than a father.  We were buddies, and my dad
always took care of me.  Whenever anything was wrong, Dad would say "You
know you can tell me anything," and the he'd say "Who loves you more than
your dad?"  And I'd say "No one".

Dad was a real mixed bag.  He was devoted to me, but never let that stop him
from having fun.  He loved sports, and played basketball or baseball with
the guys whenever he had the chance.  But for an uneducated guy he was
pretty smart too --- he loved history, and had more books on it than
probably anyone else we knew.  He was popular with the neighbors, who
admired him for raising his kid alone, he was popular with the guys he knew
because he was such a jock, but most importantly, he was popular with the
girls.

My mom left us when I was a baby, but Dad never suffered a shortage of
girlfriends.  It was easy to see why.  He was a good looking guy with a
killer smile.  He had an easy charm, and seemed to know what anyone wanted,
even before they did.  A daily regime of sit ups and push ups kept him slim
and toned, and his factory job built his arms and leg into pure muscle.  Dad
always told me that your body was a gift from God, and it was your duty to
keep it looking good.  The only imperfection I ever saw was a tiny partially
formed third nipple on the underside of his left pec.  Year round he wore a
white t shirt or no shirt at all, and jeans.  He kept his black hair short,
even then, which was not in fashion, but gave him a solid masculine look.

He never brought any of those girls home, out of some sort of weird Catholic
respect for my mother or me.  I saw some of them though, and they all looked
more or less like my mother.  Most of them were pretty young too --- some
not too much older than I was at sixteen.  They all had it bad for my dad,
but they never lasted once they understood that I was my dad's first
priority.  When I got to be old enough to take care of myself he'd sometimes
stay out as late as 4 am, but even then he'd come home, come into my bed,
and kiss me goodnight.

I got some of my dad's looks, and a lot of my mom's.  I had her eyes, and
her mouth, and her light brown hair that dad reluctantly let me grow down to
my shoulders.  I even had her maiden name, Andrews, sort of, as my first
name, Andrew.  Everyone pretty much called me Andy, except my dad, who
called me Drew.  Sometimes Dad would look at me just the right way and then
smile and say "you look just like your mother, kid", and then he'd muss my
hair affectionately.  I imitated dad's exercises, working my torso into a
smooth replica of his, though still with some of the softness of youth.  I
hoped to some day be as strong as dad, and I hoped that the nearly invisible
pale hairs on my chest would turn into the same dark curly black that spread
across Dad's chest like an eagle's wings, enhancing the v-shape of his
torso.

When I started jerking off it was Dad that I thought about most often.  In a
history book of his I read that in some ancient cultures boys were expected
to have sex with older men, and in some they were even broken in by their
fathers, which is what I wished for.  It didn't even occur to me at the time
that this was unusual.  I just remembered the good feeling of sleeping in
his bed when I was a kid, pressing up close to his hard sturdy body, feeling
the tickle of his chest hair on my back as he wrapped around me.  I thought
of the brush of his stubble when he kissed me goodnight.  I imagined having
sex with him, and I thought that once we did he wouldn't bother dating girls
anymore, because I could do everything for him.  I pictured us living
together that way forever, half father and son, half lovers.

When I got older and realized that I ought not to be thinking about my
father in that way it was too late.  Iit felt so right to me that I couldn't
see any reason to stop.  I stole a pair of used his white briefs, which I'd
hold to my face and smell deeply as I jerked off.  Later I discovered that a
finger in my ass would make cumming even better, and then it was fair game
on anything in the house.  I used a carrot, and then a cucumber, then a beer
bottle after Dad emptied it.  The bottle was pretty big, but the fact that
Dad drank from it really got me off.

One night in July I came home around midnight to find a note from Dad saying
he'd be home late, and that I ought to not to wait up for him.  I figured
that that meant one thing --- the old man was getting laid, and I would jerk
off alone and go to sleep.  I couldn't help but think about Dad, who was no
doubt screwing some girl probably not much older than me.  I imagined him
moving over her, panther-like, kissing her, fucking her.  My dick stiffened,
and I figured I'd jerk off.  I tossed my shorts and shirt into my room, and
set about looking for something to put in me, as if filling my ass would
fill my desire for my dad.

I went into my dad's room, and looked on his dresser for something to use.
I considered his brush handle, even a small bottle of cologne that I'd given
him for father's day a few years ago.  I did the one thing I wasn't supposed
to do, which was to look in his dresser drawers.  "A man needs some
privacy," Dad always told me.  But the idea of breaking his rule, of
invading his privacy, was such a turn on that I started to ooze precum out
of my dick.  I carefully looked through his neat rows of white t shirts in
the top drawer, and then another of worn levis.  In the bottom drawer he had
some more formal clothes, which I don't think he ever wore.  As I was about
to give up, I spotted a small box buried under some pants.  I pulled it out,
and opened it.  Inside was a bunch of Trojan rubbers, a plastic bottle of
hand lotion, and long smooth black dildo.  I'd hit the goldmine.

I sat on the edge of his bed, with the box on my lap, examining the treasure
I'd uncovered.  The idea of Dad using these things, putting rubbers on his
cock and using the dildo God-knows-where, excited me beyond belief.  I held
the dildo lengthwise, and oozed some hand lotion out onto it.  The precum
oozing out of my cock told me that this would be the best jerk off of my
life.

I pressed the head of it to my hungry hole, and began to slide it into me.
It was no bigger than a good cucumber, and so I managed to get it in pretty
easily.  My skin tingled with the sensations emanating from my bowel, and I
let myself drop onto my back, spreading my legs wide.  I kept pushing the
dildo deeper, all the way to it's base, which was deeper than I'd put
anything before.  The feeling in my was in part pain, but a much greater
part unbelievable pleasure.  Behind my closed eyes, like an old movie, I ran
my familiar vision of my dad over me, pumping his dick into me.  "Daddy," I
thought, "yeah, fuck me," as I prepared to cum.

That was when I heard his voice, his real voice, saying "Drew?  Drew!"

He stood in the doorway, frozen.  His t shirt hanging half off of him, he
didn't move.  I sat up, trying desperately, futilely, to cover up what I'd
done, what I was doing.  In fear, my dick instantly went from its hardest
erection to flaccid, and I felt as if I was going to shit.  The dildo shot
out of me, with an ugly, embarrassing pop.  I felt humiliated and terrified,
full of regret, and looking into my dad's face for any sign of love or
forgiveness.  What I found instead in his red face, his mouth agape and the
veins in his neck throbbing, were equal parts anger and shock.

"Dad.." I began, even as he said "What the..."

We both stopped, and my head hung down in shame.  I could not face him, as
the tears welled up in my eyes.  When I felt his hand touch my shoulder, I
flinched.  I thought he might hit me, something he'd never done before.  He
rubbed my shoulder, and I felt him sit on the bed beside me.  He tried to
lift my face, to look at me, but I refused.  My tears burnt hot streaks of
shame down my face.

"Drew," he said, his voice softening with compassion, "Drewie.  Don't.  I'm
sorry I scared you --- I didn't mean to surprise you.  You scared me too.
It's okay.  Talk to me."

I managed to look up at him.  I said "I'm sorry Dad, I...." and then choked
on my own words.

With his thumbs he wiped my face, carefully catching each tear with his
thumbs.  His hands were rough from a life of factory work, but there could
not have been a more gentle touch, or another that could bring me so much
comfort.  He took his t shirt in hand and patted my face dry.

"Look Drew, everyone masturbates, okay?  So let's not worry about that.
Nothing to be embarrassed of.  And we can talk about the rest of it."

"I just, I just...Dad, I'm sorry.  I just...I was so curious.  And you...I
don't know...you go out with so many girls...I don't know what I was doing."

"Okay," he responded, straightening his back and looking into his eyes.
"Now I'm not mad at you for jerking off.  I'm not real happy that you were
in my dresser.  That was a mistake.  And I think --- I hope --- you've
learned your lesson."

"So...you're not mad?"

"Not enough to get upset about.  And a little mad at myself too.  I
should've talked to you about this stuff.  You're so smart, I figured you
knew everything you needed to know.  Hell, you took enough showers to clean
a football team, huh?"  And he laughed.

"You knew?  I thought you didn't."

"Drew," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder "I was your age once
too.  You think you're the only kid to jerk off?  Hell, I still do!"

"You do?  Do you...y'know...do you use...that?" I gestured in the direction
of the dildo sitting on the bed near me, still smeared with lotion.

"Drew, you can do a lot of things with that.  But you don't need to know
those things now.  You're too young."

"No I'm not!" I answered sharply, defensively.  "I'm not a kid.  I'm almost
as old as you and mom when you got married.  You said it --- you said you
should've told me more."

"Yeah," he admitted, "I did.  Okay, well I look at this way: sex is about
pleasing someone.  Some guys just want to get their rocks off.  But I wanna'
make sure I'm giving someone something they'll remember.  I want to know how
to do it right, and how can you give a woman a good fuck if you've never
been fucked?  So yeah, Drew, I use it."

"Dad," I said, feeling my heart pound furiously within my chest, "can I ask
you something?  Something else?"

"Jeez Drewie, you're curious!  Yeah, okay.  Ask me."

"Did you ever...did you with a guy?"  The act of asking this question so
thrilled and terrified me that even my dick responded, beginning to harden
in plain view.

Dad sighed.  He looked down, and then back up to me and said "Yeah Drew, I
have."  Then he surprised me even further, by asking "Have you?"

"Me?  Dad, no!  Dad, I...I never...not with anyone --- ever!"

"But you think about it?"

What could I say?  Every time I thought I was out of trouble, I drew myself
right back into it.

"Look Drew, I'm not surprised to hear you ask me that.  Not really.  I
noticed you scoping me out, watching me change clothes and stuff.  I figured
maybe you were just curious, I don't know."

"Dad, what if I'm..." I whispered the last word, "queer?"

"You're too young to know that Drew.  You don't have to decide anything.
I've done a few guys myself, but I'm not giving up pussy. You now what I
mean?"

"You wouldn't hate me?"

"Drew, Drew," he said, "I love you.  You're my son, right?  Now listen to
me.  I didn't used to feel this way.  I hated queers.  Called 'em fags,
hassled 'em.  But not any more."

"What happened?" I asked.

"One of the reasons your mother left was because I was a jerk like that.
Your uncle, her brother John, he was queer.  Man, I was a bastard to him.  I
gave him a hard time every chance I got, but not your mom.  She loved him,
you know, he's her brother, right?  She accepted him for who he was.

"Later, when your mom left, I was so lonely for her I was crazy.  I even
went to John, to ask him to help me get her back.  It was too late to get
her back, but Simon was really cool.  Even though I'd mean mean as shit to
him, he gave me a chance and tried to help me."

"Did he?"

"Nah.  It was too late then.  But I was real lonely Drew.  I didn't have my
wife any more, take care of you without your mom, I was so lonely.  But your
uncle John was real good to me, and I knew he had an eye on me.  So I
figured I'd let him blow me, if he wanted.  I wasn't gonna' be disloyal to
your mom, but I figured he's a guy so it don't count.  Y'know, it's just a
blow job, right?"

"What happened?"

He told me, and I was so enthralled that without noticing it, my dick had
hardened again and sat like a pole between my legs.  It was an amazing
story, but it's one I'll tell another time.

"In the end," he concluded, "I knew I wasn't queer.  I liked the sex okay,
but I knew where my heart was, and that was with girls.  But I also figured
maybe being queer wasn't so bad.  So I read about it, read about what
happened to them, just awful shit.  And I felt bad for what I'd done.  I
mean it's not their fault.  Your dick likes what your dick likes, right?"

I almost teared up again, feeling such love and admiration for my dad I
thought my heart would burst.

"So play around if you need to Drew.  I've been with men and I've been with
women, and I know what I like.  Just make sure no one takes advantage of
you, especially when you're young.  You make sure you do it with someone you
trust, okay?"

Feeling utterly safe, and hopelessly in love, I let my hand rest on his
crotch of his jeans.  I could feel that the story of he and my uncle John
had made him as hard as it made me.

"Son," he said, lifting my hand off of the bulge between his legs, "that's
not such a good idea."

"Why not?  Who else can I trust?  Who else can teach me?"

"You don't want to do this.  You're just feeling horny and I'm here is all."

"But I do!  I do want to!" I was so frustrated that I against my will my
voice raised in volume and timbre.  "And you do too --- I felt it!  Don't
lie to me!"

"Shhhh, shhhh," he said, pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around
me in a loving embrace.  "Okay, maybe I wasn't honest.  We could do this ---
and truth is I'd rather break you in the right way than let some bastard who
just wants a piece of ass do it."

"Me too.  I want you to teach me.  I want to know everything."

"Everything's a tall order.  I'll show you some stuff, but you have to
promise me something.  If we do this and you want to stop, you have to say
so.  You understand?  You're the boss here."

I sniffled and pressed my lips to his cheek and kissed him.  " I swear Dad,
I swear."

He had me lie on my back, rested himself on his elbow beside me.  He smiled,
and holding my face in his hand he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me
sweetly.  He kissed me again that way, and again, and then I felt the tip of
his tongue slide between my lips.  Without hesitation, my mouth surrendered
to his, and his tongue moved deep into my mouth, exploring and probing.
Then suddenly, taking me by surprised, Dad inhaled deeply and opened his
mouth wide, and I felt as if he would engulf me entirely.  He exhaled like a
bull, and slowly he let himself lie on top of me.

It was a feeling I'd always wanted, intuitively.  His weight on me and our
tongues mingling thrilled me, but best of all was that he was visibly
enjoying it.  His back arched and his hips pressed into me, the rock hard
package in his crotch rubbing against my skin.  His big hands ran up and
down my sides, and I writhed in pleasure.

His mouth separated from mine and a sticky thread of spit hung between them.
He licked my lips, and my neck.  His tongue artfully explored my collarbone,
and then my nipples, which he sucked hard on.  A small groan arose from deep
inside me, which made him stop.

"You okay Drew?  You want me to stop?"

I didn't want him to ever stop.  He sucked at my nipples, and chewed on
them, till they were almost raw, then moved down to my belly, where he
licked and gnawed, and even probed by belly button with his tongue.  It
tickled and I laughed, which prompted him to look up and smile at me.  He
lifted himself up to his knees, and began to undo his belt buckle.

I jumped up, startling him, and finished unbuckling his belt.  Without
looking up at him, I shoved his hands aside, and unzipped his fly.  His
jeans flew open, their contents struggling to be free.  Looking at his flat
muscled belly, divided perfectly by the convergence of fine hair on it, my
heart raced.  I slid his jeans down from his slim hips, and with both hands
I slid his white briefs down, and his long thick cock popped out, relieved
to be free of its cotton constraints.  It held the curve of being crammed
into his underwear for a moment, and then bounced up and continued to
stiffen and lengthen.  It was bigger than mine, I thought, but I couldn't be
sure.  The skin of his dick was much darker even than the rest of Dad's deep
russet colored body, and even free it had a slight curve to the right,
growing fatter from base to top, crowned by a swollen head where a sticky
pearl of precum glistened.  I stuck out my tongue and licked it, then in one
motion tried to take it into my mouth whole.  The feel of the hard flesh in
my mouth was strange, and then I choked and gagged.  I jerked my head away
and coughed and sniffled, devastated by my failed efforts.

Dad rested on his elbows, his face near mine, and said "Drew..." but I
interrupted him, shouting "Dad, I can do it, just give me a minute!"

"Drew," he said, "slow down.  Let show you how to do it, okay?"

He spread me out on the bed again, and he kissed me once more before moving
directly on to my dick.  He started slowly, licking the shaft, then taking
the sides in his mouth.  His tongue moved on to the head, tracing the edges
of it and making me squirm.  He licked the precum off of it, then slathered
onto it a mixture of the precum he'd lapped up and his own spit.  He raised
it up off of my belly with his hand, and began to pump it up and down.  I
squirmed again, overwhelmed with the incredible feeling and sight of my dad
jerking me off.  "Feel good?" he asked, and I just smiled in response.  As
he stroked my dick he told me how to suck a man's cock, how to relax the gag
reflex, and then he told me how he liked it.  "Not too fast, not too slow,
son.  This isn't a race."

Without warning, he opened his mouth wide and took in a good half of my
cock, pressed his lips tightly around it and bobbed his head up and down.  I
wanted to cum right then, but tried to hold off.  Just when I thought that
this was the best thing ever, he opened his mouth wide, paused, and suddenly
went further down on my dick in one swift move, the tip of my cock into his
throat.  He was silent with concentration, paused, and swallowed yet more of
my cock, until it was in at it's full length, filling the passage of his
throat.  His lips wrapped tightly around the base, he breathed in deeply
through his nose, like a bull, and made a swallowing action, which clutched
at the head of my dick, making it pulsate with pleasure.  He continued to
bob his head up and down, and on each down stroke my cock again filled his
throat.

Finally, he stopped, and my dick flopped down against my belly, He looked up
to me, his eyes watering and spittle around his mouth and chin.  He gasped
in a raspy voice, "That's one big dick, son.  You're gonna' make a lot of
people happy with that thing."

Then it was my turn again.  Dad sat against the head of the bed, and I knelt
between his spread legs.  I kissed him again, and licked his neck and chest.
I ran my tongue over his nipples, which I'd wanted for so long, and engulfed
them, one by one, with my mouth.  The feeling of sucking on his tit gave me
the most deeply satisfying sensation yet, and I sucked harder and bit on
them to my heart's content.  I heard little gasps and moans from Dad that
told me he liked it too.  I even licked at and gnawed at the tiny third
nipple under the crest of his pec, and looking down I could see his cock
pulse and jerk up in response.  I opened my mouth wide, and took as much of
his rod into my mouth as I could, making him whisper "Yeah, yeah."  With his
instruction I took most of his cock into my mouth, and managed not to gag,
even when I wedged the tip of his prick into my throat, though I couldn't
get it all down the way he did.  I heard him moan with pleasure, and was so
glad that I tried to choke down even more.

Dad pulled me up to face him, and the smile on his face made me so happy and
proud that if my life ended right then I could have gone happily.  "You did
real good," he told me.  "Now you'll know what's going on when someone does
that for you."

"Teach me more." I said

"Drewie, what more do you want?"

In response I reached down between my legs and fingered my asshole. I felt
the goopy hand lotion still there.

He pressed me down on my back, and sprawled out beside me.  "Do something
Drew," he said, "close your eyes, and take a deep breath, and I'm going to
hold your nose shut with my fingers.  When you need to, you let your breath
out.  And then trust me."

I took a deep breath and felt Dad's fingers gently pinch my nose shut, as
his other hand covered my eyes.  He pressed his lips to mine, sealing my
mouth down over my own.  I don't know how long I held my breath, but finally
I exhaled, right into Dad's mouth.  But with my nose pinched shut and Dad
covering my mouth, I couldn't inhale again.  Desperate for air I grunted at
my father and jerked my head away, but he kept his mouth sealed tightly onto
mine.  I started to worry, but suddenly I felt him exhaled his own breath
directly into my mouth, which I sucked greedily into my lungs.  I quickly
exhaled the same breath back into him, and he took it, held it for a second,
and released it back into me.  After another exchange my head began to
tingle, and my chest tightened.  That was when Dad uncovered my eyes and
nose.  I breathed in deeply, and smiled at my father, blinking.

"Tingling?"  he asked, and I nodded.

"It was scary at first.  But then...it was cool.  I liked it."

We did it again, but this time I held my own nose, and stared deeply into
Dad's eyes.  I was so turned on by the sharing of this one breath between
us, seeing his chest swell with it, and then waiting for him to return it to
me.  I felt one of his hands on my chest, and his thigh nudging in between
my legs, separating them.  With his other hand he gently raised one of my
legs up to a folded position.  I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew
that I could trust him with my life, and this aroused me terribly.  Without
warning something cold and slick touched my asshole, and then penetrated my
anus.  My body jerked instinctively, but Dad held me tightly and kept his
mouth on mine.  I could guess by the position of his arm that he was holding
the dildo to my hole.  It wasn't in very far, just the tip, but it was
making me squirm already.  It was Dad's turn to exhale back into me, and my
surprise had left me feeling a little frantic.  He released a breath into my
mouth slowly, followed by his tongue, and at the same time slid the dildo
deeper into me.  My legs spread apart to receive it, and he began to slide
it in and out of me.  I arched my back, and groaned with pleasure.  I looked
at Dad, feeling my love and lust for him in equal measure, filling my ass
with his own sex toy, and my lungs with the breath from his own body, as if
it were my life.

When he took his mouth off of mine I felt giddy and light headed, half from
oxygen deprivation, and half from the sensation of the long slick dildo
sliding in and out of me.  I imagined Dad doing this to himself, and the
thought of it nearly made me cum.  He watched me in silence, my dick pouring
out a stream of precum onto my belly, a face plastered on my face.

"Turn over," he said, lowly, and then kissed my cheek.

Without removing the dildo I rolled over onto my stomach, and Dad had me
hike up onto my knees.  The dildo seemed to penetrate deeper still, and I
pressed my ass up to receive all there was of it.  Dad was behind me,
kneeling on his knees, handling the dildo.  But then he slipped it out, and
my ass felt empty and hungry for more.  I looked over my shoulder to see Dad
give his dick a stroke or two.  It bounced up in response, and he slathered
some lotion onto it.  He settled in behind me, and pressed the monstrous
head of his erection to my slick asshole.

"Drewie," he said, "I know you had that dildo in you, so I know you can take
it.  But I'm gonna' take this slow son, and if it hurts you let me know."
He paused, and then said "Drew, are you sure about this?  We can blow each
other some more, or we could just jerk each other off.  Or we could just
stop.  We don't have to do this."

"Fuck me," I answered.

Without another word he slid the tip of the head in.  He held it there and
then slid in the whole of the head, and my body tensed.  It had more girth
than the dildo, but it felt good.  He let is rest there for a moment, and
then moved in deeper.

"Remember this Drew, especially when you're taking someone's cherry.  You
take it easy, you take it slow."  And then he pushed himself deeper into me.
Unlike the long straight dildo, his cock had a curve to it, and I could feel
it poking and probing into spots untouched until now.  He pulled almost the
whole thing out again and asked if I was okay, if it hurt.  My answer was to
sit back on the length of his dick, in one swift move taking it all in me to
the root.

I gasped, amazed that it could hurt after everything.  Not hurt exactly, but
the tip hit something deep in me that took me by surprise.  But it didn't
last.  In fact it felt great.  Dad was incredibly patient, holding in place
and letting me handle it at my own pace.  He steadied himself by holding on
tight to my slim hips.  Then he pulled out ever so slightly, probably no
more than an inch, and then thrust it back in again.

"Oohhhhhh," I said.

Then he did it again.  And again.  Before I knew it he had started pumping
my ass with firm slow thrusts, and every time he did he hit that same spot,
making my vision go funny.  It seemed like there were stars, or fireworks,
going off that only I could see.  I had never felt anything so good in my
life.  I set my hand and my dick and started to stroke, but Dad stopped me.

"Don't," he said.  "There's more, if you want it.  I want this to be good
for you.  I want it to be the best."

"It is good," I panted.  "Dad, it's incredible."

"Let's see if we can make it a little better," he said, as he adjusted his
position slightly, and jabbed at some new spot in me, making my own dick
bounce with pleasure.  "There's that," he said "or this," and he adjusted
his position and the strokes hit me again a whole new way.  "Or we could do
this," and he pulled my legs up over his shoulder to the knees, and pummeled
into me.  I gasped with astonishment....he was actually deeper in me, and
the sensations made me see stars.

"You enjoying this?"

I tried to talk.  To say "yes", but only a low grunt came from me.  I
nodded.  My arms trembled and I let myself drop onto my elbows, my face
buried in a pillow, but my ass still hiked up in the air for my father.

"Now relax, and let me do all the work here.  Just enjoy it," he said.  He
rested his knees and legs right on my own, resting lightly on my back, and
settled into a rhythm, taking short stabs and then taking long measured
strokes, pulling nearly out of me entirely and then filling me again.  I
could see how artfully he worked over me, using his whole body to pleasure
mine.  There was something deliberate in how his slim hips pumped me full of
his cock..

During the slow strokes he talked to me.  "Remember you're doing this for
pleasure, Drew.  When you fuck someone, you don't cum first if you can help
it.  Especially a girl."

"Dad," I groaned, "I gotta'..." I couldn't say another word, but reached
down to my stiff dick to indicate what I needed.

"Okay," he said, "but hold off just a little longer.  I still want to show
you one more thing, so you know your old man showed you what he could."

He pulled out of my entirely, and my ass made a smacking noise for his dick.
My bowel felt relieved to have his huge erection out of it, but almost
immediately it longed for it to return.  He hopped out of bed, and turned me
over onto my back again.  He pulled me toward him, so that my ass was
resting on the edge of the bed.  He lifted my legs and rested my ankles on
his shoulders.

"I think you'll like this," he said, and slipped his erection back into me.
He wasn't slow or gentle this time, he just plowed into me.

My god, I thought, and made some guttural noise.  If I thought Dad was
fucking me deep on my knees, it was nothing compared to this.  He thrust
into me again and again, and my head rolled around in sheer ecstasy.
Moreover, the sight of his furry chest and rippling belly as he worked over
me was more than I could take.  Without warning, my cock started bouncing,
and we could both see that I wouldn't last more than another minute without
shooting my load, whether I jerked it or not.

"You gonna' cum boy?" he asked, panting, his voice taking on a harsher tone,
"you gonna' cum for your old man?"

I nodded in response, and he hammered into me hard, making my whole body
spasm.  He spat into his hand and wrapped it around my swollen tortured
dick.  He slid up and down once and I cried out, my body wholly out of my
control.  It moved on its own, and made noises I had never heard before.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," he said, "yeah!"

I tried to say "Dad, dad, daddy", but what came out was just a series of
grunts, as my ass sucked him even deeper into me and my cock shout out long
white ropes of cum, spewing my semen onto us both.  Dad thrust into me a few
more times and my poor cock shout out another gusher of cum.  Still in the
heat of sex, Dad fought hard to stop pummeling my hole, and then let himself
drop onto me.  He lapped my cum off of my cheek and throat, and I could feel
his steel hard erection pulse in me.  Finally his thrusts stopped, and
propped up on his elbows he rested over me, his fat cock filling my ass.

"You did it Drew," he said, red faced and panting, worn with his efforts.
His body clung to my own, the film of sweat and my cum smeared between us.
"You did great.  It was all I could do not to cum too."  I didn't know what
to say.  "Now I'm gonna' pull out of you, okay?"

My asshole twitched, sore and still stretched around the girth of his cock
in me.  "Don't," I whispered..

"Aw Drewie," he began, but I stopped him.  "Please," I said, "Dad." And
hugged him close to me.  He hugged me tight, and I could feel our hearts
pounding against each other's chest.

"Drewie," he said, "I gotta' pull out.  It's driving me fucking crazy being
in there not able to do anything."

"Then do it again.  You didn't cum yet."

He laughed and kissed me gently on the lips, and began to inch his cock out
of me.  "Don't worry about that," he said, "this is your day."

"Then do it for me Dad.  Look..." I said, gripping down as hard as I could
onto him with my ass.  I nodded down, to my own dick which was swelling back
to its erect state.

He laughed again, and said "You sixteen year olds are horny little fuckers,
aren't you?."

"I am." I replied, simply.  I flexed something inside me, squeezing down on
his rigid pole buried deep in me.  He gasped and his eyes rolled back a bit.

"Jesus Christ, Drewie," he said, "you're makin' me fucking crazy."

I did it again and felt aroused by the tremors I produced in his body.  Then
again.  Suddenly he responded by thrusting the length of his shaft deep in
me.  My turn to gasp.  But I squeezed down on him again, and he met my grip
with another hard thrust.  And another.  And then he was fucking me.

He lifted himself up from off my chest and belly, and standing he fucked my
ass hard.  He smiled with something like relief.  My own cock bounced to
life and I let my fingers slide up and down it.  Dad reached across me and
grabbed the dildo still on the bed.  He spit onto his hand and smeared it
onto the dildo.  Still riding me he bent a little at the waist, reached
behind himself to press the dildo to his asshole.  He shut his eyes as he
pressed it into himself, and then drove it home into his own asshole in one
fast stab.  We both gasped, he in pleasure, and myself at the sight of him
doing it.

Dad's fucking took on a whole new tone.  It wasn't so much about my
pleasure, but his.  He ran his rough fingertips over my slick torso, rubbing
my nipples and gripping me hard.  He pumped the dildo deeper and deeper into
his own hole with the same intensity, his eyes closed and his whole body
taut.  In one move, he lifted my legs from off his shoulders, holding my
feet together and twisting everything below my waist over to one side.  I
couldn't believe it, but in this position his thrusts penetrated me even
more deeply.  I grunted something, and tried to speak.

"Unnnh, Da...Dad...oh fuck....owwhhhhhhh...." I muttered, but he wasn't
listening.

Dad was just fucking my ass hard, driving it deep in me with every thrust.
He whispered without looking in my eyes "I...can't hold off much
more...okay?"

"Do it Dad," I replied, in pleasure and pain, and sheer delight in making my
strong father into an animal.  "Shoot it inside me..."

He didn't wait to hear my answer.  He fucked me faster, faster than I could
believe, and in one thrust his cock pierced deep into me.  I cried out, and
felt Dad's fat cock swell inside me, shooting his cum deep into my bowel.
He roared out loud, and the dildo shot out of his ass, hitting the floor
like a bullet, while his long cock continued to pump into me, filling me
with cum, till I thought it must be pouring out my ass.

Utterly spent, he dropped down onto me, his full weight pressing hard on me.
I reached my hand down between us, and got a grip on my own dick, ready to
spew again.  It wouldn't take much for me to cum now.  When he saw what I
was doing Dad lifted his hips and thrust his still hard cock into me.  It
did the job, hitting the spot in me that sent the boiling cum shooting
through me, spraying out between us, splattering our bellies.  He kissed my
shoulders and cheek, and after a few minutes his semi erect cock slid out of
me, with a plopping sound.  His legs trembling as he lifted himself off of
me to stand up straight.  He moved slowly as he crawled into the bed beside
me, and wrapped himself around me.

"That was good Drew, that was real good.  Wow," he said, his throat raw and
dry.

Lying there exhausted, I could have fallen asleep easily, but very suddenly
I felt a storm brewing deep in my bowel.  I sat up quickly and bolted for
the bathroom.  Landing on the toilet seat, a sharp spasm shot through me and
a loud fart erupted out of my sore asshole, and then a long slow liquid
trickle.  God, I felt torn up inside.  I closed my eyes and breathed hard as
another spasm built up and flashed through me.  Then I felt Dad's hands on
my shoulders.  He knelt down between my quivering legs and held onto me,
saying "You're okay.  We got you pretty shaken up, huh?"  An awful burp like
fart erupted out of me, and another long trickle.  "Jeez Dad," I said,
feeling guilty and ashamed of the awful noises I was making.

"It's okay," he said, pressing my head into the crook between his neck and
hard muscled shoulder.  "It'll pass.  Just hold on to me."

I did just what he told me to do.  With my arms around him, just the way I
held onto him when I was a little boy, I grunted and pushed.  I could feel
his cum oozing out of me, and in a bit my guts worked themselves back into
shape.  The whole time Dad steady, like a rock, or a tree.  He was so matter
of fact with his concern that I didn't feel at all embarrassed.

When it was over Dad helped me up off the toilet seat.  He turned on the
shower water and led me into it with him.  He soaped up a washcloth and
rubbed it over me, my shoulders and chest, under one arm and hen another, my
crotch, my back, and then, with great tenderness, my asshole.  He shampooed
my hair, massaging my scalp, and then pouring fresh water over me again and
again until I was utterly clean.

He toweled me off carefully, rubbing my hair nearly dry, and then using the
same towel on himself.  "Let's go to bed now, Drew," he said as he finished,
"it's late."

"Dad," I asked, "Dad, can I sleep in your room?  Just tonight?"

"Of course in my room, Drew.  Where else?" he asked, with a warm smile.

In bed he wrapped himself around me tightly.  I was tired beyond belief, but
I was also restless with excitement over my night with dad, over the wonders
that I felt certain I had yet to discover.

"You did good tonight Drew," he whispered.  "I'm real proud of you.  Who
loves you more than me?"

"No one Dad," I whispered in reply.  "I love you too."

"I know," he said, kissing the back of my neck and hugging me tightly.  He
could feel the excitement still pulsing under my skin, and my
exhaustion. "Now go to sleep."

And I did.