Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 18:47:24 EST
From: Jrm3x23@aol.com
Subject: Catching My Dad

I always wondered about the secrets my dad's den held.  I was to find out a
few years ago when I was 14.

I am the only child in my family.  Where we live is not important but what
I happened to observe that warm summer evening was hot.  I got to see my
dad pleasuring himself without him knowing it.  My dad had just turned 41.
I would guess that he was lonely since mom had left the scene when I was 12
and it was just him and me except during visitations when I would spend
time with mom.

He and I are close and this is no different when we would talk about sexual
things.  He was very open and I am thankful he was able to talk with me
about sex.  This was very different with my friends; they would tell me
their dads always acted embarrassed when the subject came up.

I remember, as a boy, my dad and I would frequently shower together.
Nothing sexual happened but I marveled at his penis and the hair
surrounding it.  His nuts were huge, too, compared to my little boy balls.
He is circumcised and I am not so this, naturally, led to some questions.
He explained to me that he had been cut as a newborn by the doctors with
his parents approval.  I still think it is a little sick that parents would
even consider doing this to their baby boys and I am thankful that my
parents left my penis alone.  I understand this was considered the thing to
do and most men have had it done in this country although more and more
parents are like mine and leave their boys' penises alone.

One of my many memories in growing up was when my dad showed me how to
clean under my hood when I became old enough to do this myself. I was about
4 or 5 and remember having had boners but up to this point, I had yet to
see my little tip. It never occurred to me that my foreskin could be pulled
back. He carefully took my penis in his hand and I remember that I started
to get hard after he began to gently work back my foreskin. My dad
reassured me that my boner was natural.  As my foreskin drew back, I saw a
nice, shiny purple tip emerge.  He asked me if I felt any pain.  I told him
it felt good so he continued.  At last, my tip popped past and completely
cleared the covering skin.  He then told me that it was important to keep
the tip and underside of my foreskin clean.  He carefully washed it with
warm water which felt really good and he chuckled at the fact I had such a
hard penis.  With that, he slipped my skin back into place over my tip and
told me that I had passed my first step at becoming a man.

I was about 8 when we had the chat about why guys get boners.  We talked
about responsibility, respect and privacy.  My penis was mine and I was now
in control over it.  He told me that in a few years, I would start a
transition.  My penis and nuts would get much bigger and I would start to
grow hair around them just like he had.  He told me about sperm and that it
would come out of my penis when I had a boner and did a thing called
masturbation.  When I was 12, he then left me some stuff he downloaded off
the internet about masturbation.  He hid it in the desk drawer in my room
and it wasn't soon after that I found it in a moment of privacy.  I
appreciated that type of surprise and how it allowed me to experiment on my
own.

My dad told me that masturbation is natural and that a man will do it,
especially when there is no other outlet for sex. I figured he did it since
mom was out of the picture.  Even so, I didn't really think about it much
or care if he did.

It was late that one summer night and I was spending the night at my best
friend's.  My dad figured I would be gone for the night.  What he hadn't
figured on was that I might return home to pick up some CD's I had
forgotten bring with me.  His den sits just off the back door to our home.
The porch light was off and it was dark. The blinds were open enough that I
was able to see the action going on inside.

My dad was naked and sporting a nice boner.  He was fumbling through a few
CDs and he put them into his 5 disc player.  He next appeared to be
programming the player.  He put on his headphones and laid back on the
couch and relaxed.

I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit that I was getting a nice stiffy at
this point.  He pushed start on the remote to the disc player.  I would
guess certain types of music and/or songs must turn him on and he liked to
masturbate to them.

He took a small cord and looped it around both his erection and nut-sack.
He gently tightened it.  He then began to massage his thighs, stomach and
pubic brush.  He paid close attention to his nipples, too.  During the next
3 or 4 minutes, he massaged himself but never touched his penis.  It was
standing at attention and I would say it was about 6 inches long.  His tip
was very big compared with the slender shaft of his erection.  His balls
were forced out and exposed due to the cord tied around his package.  His
tip started to emit some pre-cum which then flowed down the shaft.

After a few minutes, he changed what he was doing.  He put some lube on his
nut-sack and gently started to massage his balls.  He would gently squeeze
them, pet them, even grab them and gently pull.  Even while doing this, he
still did not touch his penis!  He did this for about 5 minutes.  I was
beginning to catch on; as he was listening to each track through his
headphones, he was doing something different to himself for each of the
different songs.

The third track started playing through his headphones.  He was now
beginning to massage the lower part of his penis.  He just used his finger
tips and lube.  Every so often, he would form a loop with his thumb and
forefinger and stroke the lower part of the shaft, but only the lower part.
He was very disciplined about how he went about this, something I had never
tried when I had jacked myself.  I usually just went for it and got it over
with.  In watching him, I was learning that maybe patience and discipline
might be a better way to pleasure oneself.

The fourth track brought about a minor change, he was now massaging the
whole of his shaft.  Only the tip was left to be pleasured.  Its turn was
next.

For the next track, he then took a nice squeeze of lube and put it on his
right palm.  His left hand encased his shaft and he just held it.  He then
took his lubed up palm and started rubbing the tip of his penis as if he
was polishing it.  I could hear him moan and I could see him squirming
quite a bit while he did this.  It looked like he was in agony but I know
he was really enjoying this almost 'torturous' part of his masturbation.
After what seemed forever, he then stopped.

Next, he then left his penis alone and massaged his very red nut-sack.  At
certain intervals he would slowly stroke his penis as if he were going to
let himself cum.  I was wrong.  He would go back to massaging after only a
few seconds of stroking.  If this were me, my penis would be begging for
its cum at this point.

An hour and several tracks went by.  He took off the headphones and I could
now hear what was to be the grand finale song of his masturbation.  I later
learned the track is titled ''Bumpin' on Sunset'' by Wes Montgomery.  This
jazzy song is sensually slow and has a good beat to it.  My dad was
obviously timing his stroking to the rhythm of this music.  He stopped
stroking and tapped his penis, almost like he was playing it like the
guitar in the song.  During certain movements of the song, he resumed
stroking himself.  He looked to be close now.  He soon started stroked
himself consistently to the beat of the music.

He was breathing heavily and his stroking slowed.  I saw his first rope of
cum fly!  His penis was standing straight up in his stroking hand and his
cum flew towards his feet and landed on the arm rest of the couch.  After a
couple of seconds, he moaned and more cum shot out, this time more
spasmodic and landed between his legs.  After several shots, the last of
his seed oozed down his purplish tip and onto his hand.

He laid there for several minutes enjoying his cum.  He then got up and
went about cleaning himself and the den up of his jizz.  He then went to
his bathroom to take a shower.  I decided it was 'safe' to go inside.  I
yelled that I was back home and I just needed to pick up some stuff I
forgot.  He yelled back from his shower to have a good time with my
friends. I'm sure he was probably relieved that I didn't catch him jacking
off but you and I know better.  My friends did notice the wet spot on my
pants when I got back and kind of gave me a bad time about it.

Guess how I now do it myself when I have the time and privacy.  My dad is
quite inspiring to me and with sex, it is no exception!

Comments always welcome: Jrm3x23@aol.com