Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 08:39:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Smoking and Stroking, Part 5

Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and
stroking."  Thanks to everyone who wrote me about this story. And a big
thanks to everyone who waited patiently for this chapter!

Again, comments and suggestions are welcome!

Smoking and Stroking: Part 5

I woke up slowly, trying to figure out where I was.  The room was bright
from sunlight that poured in the window and it took my eyes a moment to
adjust.  I realized I was in what would soon be my sister's bedroom, once
my family moved into the house.  But for now, there were a couple twin beds
and a box with a small TV on it.  Then two things quickly popped into my
head.

First, I realized I was naked.  As that fact came into my head, the second
thing that came to my mind was: I'm naked because the night before I'd had
sex with my Dad!  My Dad and I had come home from Thanksgiving dinner and
fooled around.  Twice!

As images and feelings from last night came rushing back, I could feel my
dick getting really hard.  Of course, I had to pee really badly and that
wasn't helping any!  I got up and walked to the bathroom, my dick pointing
straight out in front of me.  In the bathroom, I had to push my dick down
to get my aim into the toilet bowl.  As I started to pee, my dick began to
soften and it got easier to finish emptying my bladder.  As I stood peeing,
I rubbed my hand on my belly and felt hard, crusty bits stuck in the fur
forming on my belly.  This was dried cum from both my father and I from the
night before.  We both came on each other, but soon fell asleep, not
bothering to clean ourselves off.  I loved the idea of going to sleep with
my Dad's cum drying on my stomach.  I finished peeing, washed my hands and
decided to see what my Dad was doing.  I figured I didn't need to get
dressed.  I'd become very comfortable being naked around him.

I found my Dad in a chair in the soon-to-be family room.  We had put some
lawn chairs in the space until the real furniture arrived.  As I
approached, he turned his head and looked at me.  His eyes quickly went up
and down my body and, seeing my naked body, gave a little cough like he'd
been startled.

"Good morning," he said, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Hey," I replied.  I came up and stood next to the chair.  Looking down at
my Dad, I saw that he had put on a pair of white briefs but wasn't wearing
a T-shirt.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked.

"Ah.  Pretty good." I replied.  "Except for this" I said as I began trying
to pull dried cum from the hair on my stomach.  It actually did hurt when I
pulled on it.

"Yeah, me too," he replied.  "And this," he said, rubbing my belly, "will
wash off in the shower."  As I stood before him, naked, he pulled my hand,
bringing me closer to the side of the chair.  When I was right next to him,
he wrapped his arm around my hips and rested his head on my abdomen, just
above my crotch and hugged me.  I immediately started getting hard.

"You know, buddy, I really enjoyed last night," he said.

"Yeah, me too," I replied.  "I uh...'

"What?" He asked, looking up toward my face.

"Well, I've just never really done anything like that before.  I mean I've
never been close like that with another guy.  It was so... I don't know.  I
can't describe it.  It was amazing!  It all felt so good, really, really
good.  I never knew..." and I stopped, realizing I was starting to babble.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.  And yeah, it does feel good.  It feels
really good.  That's the point." The arm that was wrapped around my hips
loosened and he began to run his hand up and down the backs of my legs and
my butt.  I stood next to him, my dick about as engorged as it gets,
pointing right at his face.  Without really thinking, I took my dick in my
hand and began slowly stroking it.  He took a drag on his cigarette, the
whole time watching me stroke my dick.  Looking beyond my dick, I could see
the bulge in his underwear growing.  I had a feeling things were going to
get pretty interesting this morning.



"You know, Son," he started, "I really don't know how this happened, this
thing between us.  Watching you smoke a cigarette the night before last, or
watching you shave yesterday morning, I realized you've really become a
man.  A grown man.  And I look at your body and at this dick and I
just... I just..." and before I could do anything, he opened his mouth and
slid it over my dick, pushing my hand out of the way and stopping only when
the whole thing was completely buried in his mouth.

The sensation I felt and the abruptness in which it happened was startling
and I let out a stifled moan, as much from surprise as from pleasure.  But
once the shock wore off and I realized what he was doing, I became
completely overwhelmed by a sensation I couldn't quite describe, but
enjoyed more than anything I'd ever felt before.  My dick felt warm and
wet, enclosed in softness, and almost... itchy.  It was like a tickling
sensation that only intensified as it continued, becoming almost too much
to take.  But then he moved his tongue, pulled his mouth back slightly,
went forward again and I suddenly realized what everyone was talking about,
what my friends were bragging their girlfriends did for them, what people
in movies were asking for.  This was my first blowjob.  And it was the most
incredible sensation I'd ever felt in my life.  Best of all, my Dad was the
one giving it to me.  The flood of feelings and emotions were so intense, I
thought I'd come right there, so I pulled back, my dick popping out of his
mouth with a "smack".  Wet and shiny, it hung in the air a few inches from
my Dad's mouth.  He looked up at me, smiling.

"Feel good?" He asked.

"Almost too good.  I never knew... I guess I thought...." again I found
myself stumbling to find words to describe what I was feeling and came up
short.  "I almost came."

"Well," he said, in a joking voice, "we certainly can't have that, can we?"



I had started stroking my dick again and found his saliva on it thick and
slimy, much better lubrication than my own spit.  I looked down at him
sitting in the chair and saw his dick trapped in his underwear, pointing
straight up.  I moved around so I was in front of him and knelt between his
knees.  Guessing what I was going to do, he shifted himself forward, giving
me better access to his crotch.  His briefs seemed to be bursting and as he
slid forward, I could see a big wet spot at the tip of dick.  I knelt there
looking at it for what seemed like ages.  I'd wanted to do this for so long
and even though my Dad and I had fooled around about 4 times already in the
past few days, this almost felt like the first time.  I reached out and
grabbed the head of his dick, wrapped in the white cotton, bent my head
down and kissed the dark spot.  Then, opening my mouth more, kissed it
again, this time trying to take in the whole head.  The cotton immediately
made my dry mouth even drier and I realized that while I love seeing my Dad
in his underwear, I couldn't really suck him through it.

I ran a few fingers along the waistband and pulled it toward me.  At first,
I had to pull them far back toward me until his dick, stuck on the inside
where he was wet, suddenly sprang free and pointed up at me.

Taking the waistband from me with his thumb, he pulled them out even
further and with his other hand, he scooped his balls, pulled them up and
let the waistband go.  Now his dick and balls were free and right in front
of my face.  The urge to immediately start sucking him like he'd done to me
was strong, but I wanted to really savor this moment and enjoy what was
happening.  Taking his hard dick in my left hand, I bent forward and pushed
my face into the space where his dick and balls meet and took a deep
inhale.  This was something I'd wanted to do for years: Smell my Dad's
musk.  And he did not disappoint.  The smell that came up from his crotch
was heady, even dizzying.  It was a combination of sweet and musky, and
even a slight urine smell.  I had spent many afternoons jerking off with a
pair of his underwear under my nose, but none of those experiences came
close to what I smelled now.  I took another deep breath through my nose
and moaned in appreciation.  I was in heaven.



My Dad started stroking the end of his dick with a couple fingers, lightly
pushing up the skin below his head.  Obviously, he didn't mind my sniffing
so I kept going, moving my face to different places around his crotch and
taking deep inhales and enjoying the strong musk that met my nose.
Needless to say, I was frantically jerking my own dick, but would stop
often because I would get so close to coming.  Sniffing his balls and the
base of his dick had me almost frenzied. I was so turned on.  I began
kissing his balls, first one lobe then the other.  I was absolutely
fascinated by them.  Unlike my balls, which were rather hairy and had
wrinkled skin, my Dad's balls were almost hairless and smooth.  There were
thin, spidery blue veins running over them and they just seemed so large to
me, compared to my teenage nuts.  After kissing them all over, I began
taking one ball in my mouth, slowly releasing it, then taking the other.
They felt so good in my mouth, so round and smooth.  I began taking more
time with each nut, holding it my mouth longer and trying to twirl my
tongue around it.  He was obviously enjoying it.  He had stopped stroking
the top of his dick and just held the head with his fingertips, keeping his
dick out of my way and as my mouth would move over one of his nuts, he
would moan quietly and inhale deeply.  Then suddenly, he began stroking his
dick furiously, overcome with pleasure.

Realizing he may be close to coming, I stopped sucking his balls and put my
mouth on the tip of his dick.  He stopped stroking and held his fist right
under the head of his dick.  I pushed my tongue out and found the slit.  It
tasted salty.  Opening my mouth more, I took the whole head of his dick
into my mouth, my lips meeting his fist.  Suddenly, the head seemed to grow
inside my mouth.  I moved my tongue around, swirling it over the head.

"Whoa, easy there."  He said.  "Remember, that's pretty sensitive."  I
stopped and looked up at him.

"Sorry." I said.

"It's okay.  You're doing a good job.  Just remember to take it easy on the
head."

I immediately put my mouth back on his dick and he moved his fist down,
stopping when he had a couple fingers and his thumb at the base.  Suddenly
I realized that I could really start to suck my Dad's dick.  I moved my
lips beyond the ridge of his head and onto the shaft.  It's so difficult to
really describe all I was sensing, the taste, the feeling in my mouth and
even the smell that would hit me as I inhaled through my nose.  All of it
seemed so incredible to me.  His dick felt so hard in my mouth, but at the
same time, the skin seemed so soft and smooth.  The head filled my mouth
and the ridge underneath his head ran over my tongue.  I tried to push my
mouth down to the base, but was stopped by his fingers and thumb that had
moved up the shaft a few inches.

"Don't go further than here." He said.  "Open you mouth a bit more so your
teeth don't touch it."

I kept my lips clamped hard around the shaft, but tried pulling my teeth
away, then pushed my tongue against the underside of his cock.

"Yeah, like that," he said.  "Think soft and smooth."

I began moving my mouth slowly up and down, pulling up until only his head
was in my mouth, then plunging down to meet his fingers and thumb, still
holding place on the shaft.

"Now, go a little slower," he said.  "Yeah...."

I appeared to be a quick learner.  I immediately slowed the pace of my
mouth going up and down, going down very slowly and then back up, trying to
move my tongue around the underside of the shaft as I did.  At one point,
his dick seemed to expand in my mouth, getting even bigger and harder.  He
let out another moan.  I looked up at his face and saw something I don't
think I'd ever seen on my Dad's face before: pure ecstasy.  His eyes were
closed, his mouth in a half-smile.  But he seemed to be... glowing almost.
He was really enjoying it.  I could actually see it on his face.

I put my left hand on top of his hand that was holding the base of his dick
and with my right hand began stroking my dick again.  I was so lost in what
I was doing I couldn't tell if I'd been sucking him for 5 minutes or half
an hour.  I just knew I didn't want to ever stop.  Not only was I enjoying
the feel of his hard, smooth cock in my mouth, but also I was experiencing
pure joy at knowing I was making him feel so good.  As I stroked myself, I
also began to moan from the sensations coming from my dick.  I didn't think
I could hold on much longer.  But I was determined to try.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he asked, "Are you getting close?"

"Mmmm Hmmm." I replied, unwilling to stop what I was doing to actually say
anything.

"Yeah, me too." He said.



I felt his hand beneath mine start to move.  I moved my hand away and he
began stroking the base of his cock with a couple fingers and his thumb.  I
stopped sucking and hovered above his dick head.  His hand took over the
full shaft, but after a few strokes he stopped.  He brought his hand to his
mouth, spit into it and went back to stroking his dick.  His hand quickly
became wet and he began to really stroke his dick in earnest, like I'd seen
him do the day before.  I was amazed watching him jerk off, thinking that
he was an expert, with years of experience stroking himself, whereas I'd
only been doing it for a year or so.

I was utterly fascinated watching him stroke his dick so close to my face
and I would sometimes dart in and try to lick the tip and even push some
spit onto the head.  At one point, he pushed his hand all the way forward,
pushing the loose skin up around the head so his dick looked uncircumcised.
Realizing his hand had stopped, I dove onto the head, taking in both it and
the folds of skin around it.  It was the most delicious thing I'd ever
tasted.  Working my tongue around, I remembered what he'd said about
sensitivity and slowed down, then stopped.  I just sat there with my Dad's
dickhead in my mouth, but not moving my tongue.  I just held it.  He
must've enjoyed that because again his head expanded in my mouth, growing
out like a mushroom.  He finally released his hand and the skin fell back
onto the shaft and I once again swallowed his penis.

This time, his hand wasn't at the base and as I went forward my head went
all the way to the base, my lips reaching soft pubic hair and the head of
his dick close to the back of my throat.  I tried to swallow, only to gag
and I had to pull back and off.  I cleared my throat and swallowed.

"Careful," he said, "go slow and take only what you can."

Back down I went, moving my lips down the shaft, this time not going all
the way down, but definitely further than I'd gone before.  I thought again
about what he told me.  I loosened my mouth up, tried not to have any
suction and slowed my pace.  I was trying to envelop his cock in the
softest, warmest mouth he'd ever felt.  I put my left thumb at the point
where his dick and balls met and wrapped my index finger around the top,
holding his dick steady while I went up and down on it.

"Oh, yeah..." he said quietly.  "Just like that."

I increased the speed a little, thinking he might like it and he responded
with another moan.  I felt his hand on the side of my face, almost stroking
it.  Then it moved around to the back of my head and rested there, not
pushing me but almost riding along with my head up and down.

"Yeah, I'm getting close," he whispered.

"Mmmmm hmmmmm" I replied, trying to say, "Yes, please do!"

"Just keep going," he said.  "Yeah..." and his voice trailed off.

I kept up the pace, not daring to go faster or slower.  If he said keep
going, that's what I would do.  Suddenly, his dick got really hard, harder
than I'd ever felt it.  I slowed down a bit, wanting to enjoy the sensation
of it, but his hand on the back of my neck gently pushed me and I went back
to the pace I was at before.

His breathing seemed to be getting shorter and he held his breath for a few
seconds then let it out with a soft moan.

"Oh!" was all he said when his dick started quivering in my mouth.  He
pulled my thumb and finger off the base of his dick.  I suddenly tasted
something salty and realized he was going to come.  I was suddenly afraid I
might choke when he came, so I pulled back a little and he let out a yelp
and his dick grew very big in my mouth and suddenly I felt something on my
tongue.

"Ummmmph.  Ummmmph."

With each pulse, he let out a quiet grunt and I would feel his dick expand
and push out more cum into my mouth.  The sensation of his hot cum on my
tongue was intense.  I hardly moved my mouth at this point and just let him
unload.  The combination of the smell as I inhaled, the feeling of his cum
dropping onto my tongue, and the sound he made with each pulse was too much
for me.  I had been stroking my dick all along but was so focused on him
that I didn't pay much attention to myself.  Suddenly, overcome with all
that was happening, I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy of my own orgasm
wash over me.  Keeping my mouth clamped around my Dad's dick, I stopped
breathing and heard the "plop, plop, plop" of my cum hitting the floor.
Inhaling as I finished, I lifted my head up, letting go of my Dad's dick.
I swallowed and let out a loud "Ah!" as I exhaled.  Breathing heavily, I
licked my lips and swallowed again, this time trying hard to taste anything
left in my mouth.  Suddenly, I could taste it.  It was salty, but also kind
of...What?  I just couldn't accurately describe it.  I knew I tasted my
Dad's cum, but I simply couldn't find words to describe what it tasted
like.  I had never tasted anything quite like it before.

I bent forward and put his dick back in my mouth, simply letting it rest in
my mouth.  I was trying to match the flavor in my mouth with the hard
object it came from.  I was delirious from what had just happened.  Not
only had I finally gotten to put my Dad's cock in my mouth, I actually
sucked him off.  I swallowed cum from my Dad!!  As I knelt there, I felt
his dick get smaller and softer, but I was reluctant to let it go.
Finally, I felt his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me off.



Sitting back on my feet, I looked up at my Dad.  He was sitting there,
looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"That was incredible," he said.  "That felt so fucking good."

I don't think I'd ever heard my Dad use the F-word and it was rather
shocking.  He laughed and reached out and rubbed my hair.

"Thanks, buddy."

"Yeah," was all I could say.  I was still out of breath and overwhelmed by
everything.

My Dad pulled his underwear from behind his balls and his now soft dick
disappeared inside the fabric.  He stood up in front of me, his crotch
right in front of my face.  I pushed my face gently into it and kissed his
dick through the fabric.

"C'mere," he said and waited while I slowly stood up.

He gave me a huge hug.  I wrapped my arms around him and hugged back.  He
loosened his arms and we pulled apart but stood inches away from each
other.  My Dad put his hand on my chin and tilted my head up and kissed me
on the mouth, something he hadn't done in years.

"I mean it.  Thank you.  You made me feel really good."

"Yeah, it felt good to me too," I replied.  "I really liked it."

He leaned forward again and kissed me, but this time, his mouth stayed on
mine and opened a little.  I started kissing him back, letting my lips rub
against his.  Suddenly I felt his tongue push past my teeth and enter my
mouth.  I was so excited that I instantly popped a rod again.  My breathing
became heavier and I moved my tongue to meet his.

My Father and I stood there kissing for what seemed like hours, though it
was only a few minutes.  His mouth felt so warm and it tasted slightly of
cigarettes.  I broke away and hugged him again, burying my face into his
neck.  I hugged him as tightly as I could, feeling so much love for him.

"Hey," he said, "What's this?"  He could feel my hard dick against his
abdomen.  He reached between us and gave it a squeeze.

"You ready for more?  Already?"

"I guess so," I said.  "Looks like it."

"Well," he said, "why don't we go shower first.  Get cleaned up and have
some breakfast.  Then we'll see about that cock of yours.  Oh, and this
time," he said, looking at the floor, "I want you to clean this up before
it dries."