Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 14:35:45 +1000
From: Tom Askew <askew78@optusnet.com.au>
Subject: Tom & Dad (incest, b/m, t/m, mast)

This is a true story and it is the first time I have spoken about it to
anyone else.  I would love comment from people especially those with
similar experiences.  As a true story it may not be as stimulating as some
of the fictional stories but then this is life.

From the time I was a small child, my mother would bath me she would always
thoroughly inspect my body.  The usual thing like making sure I has no nits
in the hair and no rashes between the legs around my balls and in the crack
of my little arse.

When I was 8 and bathing myself, my mother still insisted on a body
inspection about once a week.  Despite my screams of protests that I could
look after my own body, she continued to make the inspection.  I just hated
her touching my dick and balls an opening up my crack.

By the time I turned 9 I was in open rebellion and I would refuse to take a
shower if I thought it was going to lead to mothers inspections.  I even
tried running away.

Mother was obsessed at body inspections fearing that I would have something
'nasty' if she did not look.  There was nothing sinister in this, she hated
doing it but believed that parents must do this sort of thing.

It was at this time that she spoke to dad and asked him to check me out
once a week, "because we were both men".  I would have preferred no one did
it but as we were "men" I accepted this without question.

After my shower I would go to my room and call dad who would inspect me
rather quickly.  He seemed not to like this duty either but it was great
because I would have that close time with him alone and whilst still naked
I would hug him and kiss him.  There was never any sexual feeling in this
at all.

One day when I was 12 my dick was very itchy on the head, I am uncut and at
that time I was not in the habit of pulling the skin right back and
exposing the head.  Hardons were becoming a regular thing and sexual
feeling starting to build up.  Along with this was the shyness of it all.

But because of my body inspections with dad I felt I could tell him of my
problem with my dick.

So when he came to my room, I made him promise not to tell mother, as I
still feared she would want to have a look at it.  I got that assurance and
he told me that if he found something wrong he would take me to see the
doctor.

I told him that my dick was itchy and he asked me it I have been playing
with it.  I had not started to masturbate and I truthfully said, no.  Dad
said that if I play with myself I should make sure I washed it well
afterward.

He then removed my towel and gentle lifted my little cock up.  The feeling
of his cool fingers sent a shiver through me.  When he started to pull back
the foreskin I jumped back.  He said to lie on the bed which I did whilst
he went and got some lube.  He squeezed some lube on his fingers and then
moved to my cock.  He gently worked the lube on my cock and started to pull
back the skin.  The feeling of this was too much and I cracked a boner.  I
must have looked embarrassed as dad said it was a normal thing to happen to
your cock.  I asked him why it was and he said he would explain another
time.

He pulled the skin back and told me I needed to wash behind this every
time.  I said it hurt to do this except when when he did it.  He said it
was probably the lube and he gave me a whole tube of KY Jelly.  I did not
know this at the time but boy was I going to have fun with this.

Dad took me to the shower, still me with my woody, and he gently washed it
for me the feeling was great, I would describe it as sensual more than
sexual.

With my nice washed dick and still a boner I gave dad my usual hug and kiss
before he left.

About too days after this I got a great urge to but some KY on my cock and
move the shin up and down.  As if obsessed I just kept moving my hand up
and down on my 3 inch cock.  I started to get this incredible feeling as if
my whole body was tingling radiating from my balls.  I was gasping for air
but my hand would not stop I was going faster at it.  Finally I had this
intense feeling that left me exhausted and I wondered if I had done some
damage to myself.  Needless to say it was dry.

I decided to ask dad to look at my cock again when he came to inspect me.
I told him I thought there was something wrong with my cock as it felt
funny.  I was scared to say what I had done to myself.

I lay on the bed and even before dad touched my cock with his lubed fingers
I was hard.  He lubed my cock and moved the foreskin up and down a few
times.  I was in bliss and was disappointed when dad stopped and said there
was nothing wrong.  I told him to make sure and he again gave me a few
strokes.  He again said I was OK and he was going to watch the TV.  I
kissed him and when he left the room I started to wank myself to another
dry orgasm.

Masturbation was part of my life before long and now nearing my 13th
birthday I was making cum.  You know that boyish clear liquid.

It was at this time that I started to have strong sexual fantasies whilst I
wanked off.  These was usually about the girls at school and about the guys
in the gym showers.  But one fantasy started to creep in more and more.  It
was the desire to have my dad wank me off to orgasm.  I was getting more
obsessed about it that I decided to but a plan in action.  After all there
had never been any negative reactions from dad in the past and mother
iinsisted that inspections was to continue.  I was glad she did I loved dad
looking at my every part.

It was now normal for me to have a hardon when dad came to inspect me.  The
plan was easy I told dad that I wanted him to look at my cock as the skin
seemed tight and hurting a little.  After my shower I lay on the bed and
took the lube and started to masturbate at the same time calling dad that I
was ready.  I stopped just before he came in the door.  He walked in and I
said I had lubed it first for him.  He took it in his fingers and stroked
it a few times.  This was heaven, and when he stopped I said without
thinking, to keep going.  For some reason he did and I soon arched my back
and ejaculated all over my chest and stomach and dads hand.  I had never
felt anything like this before.

Dad looked shocked and said that was not supposed to happen.  If only he
knew.  He left the room without a hug and kiss.  I could tell he was
embarrassed about what had happened.  Yes he had brought his own son off -
and it was planned.

It was about 4 weeks later and I was now 13, my cock was well on it's way
to being 5 inches and there was a nice fuzz of pubic hair.  Fantasies about
dad wanking me off had returned and I wanted him to do it again.

So I was more bold than every.  "You know the time you made me cum dad, I
enjoyed that, do it again - please".  Dad said that this is not what a
father is supposed to do to his son.  I was hugging and kissing him and
crying saying - just one more time.

Why he gave in I do not know but he agreed and I lay on the bed naked and
he started to wank me off.  It was great and it was not long before I shot
my load.

The next week I was ready for him laying on the bed with my usual hardon.
When he came into the room he said, "I suppose you want me to take care of
that for you".  I smiled as I really did not expect this.  He lubed my cock
and started to wank it whilst at the same time massaging my balls.  I told
him I really enjoyed it and it was better then when I did it.  It was the
first time I had openly admitted to masturbation but it could hardly have
been a secret.  He told be to let him know when I was cumming.  I'm
c-u-m-i-n-g I groaned.  With that he pumped me faster and with his left
hand brought it up and caught all my cum in his hand.  He went into the
bathroom and washed his hands and brought back a cloth to wash my cock.

This went on at least one a week, dad would often give we a wank when he
came to say goodnight.  We never spoke of the rights or wrongs of it he
just did this to me.

My the time I was 14 my cock was a good 6 inches, I had plenty of pubic
hair and the start of a beard.  I had a girlfriend and we started to do a
few things.  Like I would finger her pussy and she would feel me up.  She
reluctantly wanked me off one day but I was disappointed to was not like
dad doing it.  I did have a school mate and we would have our wanking
sessions and we would do each other but it was never the same as dad.

Dad would still be looking after me at least weekly.  I had noticed for
some time that he had a bulge in his pants and I decided to find out when
it was.  He never had made any attempt to get his cock out or have me touch
it.

On one occasion however as he was working on me I just reached over and
felt his bulge.  It was big and very hard.  Before he said anything I said,
"Let me have a look at yours".  He stood up and took it out his fly, it was
a beautiful cock about 7 inches.  I reached out and I felt it.  It was warm
and smooth.  "I want to see your balls too" I said.  With that he dropped
his pants and underwear.  I remember being surprised that his balls were
only about the size of mine but then others said I had big balls.

"I want to rub you", I said.  I still never used words like 'wank' in front
of him.  I also did not wait for an answer and started to wank my dad off.

I did him like he did me and he was soon groaning in pleasure.  "A bit
faster Tom" and he started to hump.  I was exited about this I was using my
right hand on dad and my left on myself.  Dad, I might add was still
standing up.

He was breathing heavy and I was working him good.  I was seated on the
edge of the bed with dads cock almost touching my chest.  It was then,
without warning made a loud grunt and came in several spurts all over my
chest.  I was fascinated and found the hot cum hitting me a wonderful
feeling.  So much so I rubbed my hand in it and used it to lube my own cock
as I fell back on the bed and mixed my own cum all over my chest and
stomach.  Dad reached down as I lay there and massaged all our cum over me
including my balls and thighs.  From that day I love a cum massage.

By the time I was 15 and dad 34 we had continued our wanking sessions.  On
one occasion, I must have been about 16, he put his lubed finger up my arse
when I was cuming.  But I did not particularly like it.

My involvement with dad never affected my relationship with girls.  At 19 I
got married and we have a lovely boy and girl.  I have no intention of
doing anything like what dad and I did.  It is just special between the two
of us.

The thing is dad and I still have or occasional wanking session to this day
and we still enjoy it.

Epilog:
I have been searching the internet for sometime to find anyone else
who may have had a similar experience.  True it is incest but never abuse,
after all I was the leader in this.  Dad never told me it was a 'secret' or
not to tell mother or anyone.  It is only now that I am talking about this.

I am not gay but nifty.org seems to be the best place for this story.  I
would like any comments especially from other who have had a similar
experience whether your gay or not.