Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 07:36:12 EDT
From: Man45years@aol.com
Subject: My Army Dad

My Army Dad

When I was a boy my father was a Sargent in the Army. He was stationed at Ft.
Sill, Oklahoma.
I can remember the times he would take me out to the base to get a hair cut
or go shopping. We had to pass through rolling Oklahoma hills baking in the
sun. I was always on the lookout for tanks as I leaned on the open window,
the hot wind blowing in my face. Every now and then I would spot one
trudging along with men walking around in its dust. I had a very romantic
view of the army at that age. At the tender age of eight I had already
realized I was attracted to men. Some of the first men I was attracted to
were Alley Oop, Fred Flintstone, and Sarge from the tv show `Combat'. It's no
wonder I was attracted to my dad.

 I didn't fully understand my sexually at that point in my life, but I knew I
loved the sight of male nudity, and my favorite nude male was my father. I
would leap at any chance to catch him naked. Lucky for me he wasn't at all
modest. He was a stocky man with a black flat top and black hair over most of
his body.  His forearms were very hairy, and he even had tufts of hair on the
backs of his fingers. He was the sexiest man in the world to me.

I came home from school one day to find him passed out in his easy chair with
his feet propped up on the foot stool. On the table next to him were four
empty beer bottles. My mom had been at granpa's house taking care of my ailing
grandma for the past few weeks. I knew dad was sleeping soundly, but I
quietly put my books on the kitchen table before walking over to him. I stood
quietly beside him watching his big hands rise and fall on his beer belly. He
was wearing a sweat stained white t-shirt, his army pants, and combat boots.
I fell to my knees and reached up to lightly rub the hair on his arms. I
loved the feeling. Suddenly he coughed and opened his bleary eyes.
He smacked his dry lips and looked over at me. "What are you doing
standing there?".
He was smiling.
Would you get your dad a beer, son?"
"Sure daddy." I answered. I always loved to do anything for my dad. When I
came back his eyes were closed again, but he opened them when I approached
and I handed him the cold beer. He took a long pull on the beer and sighed.
He raised his arm and sniffed his pit.
"Whew! I think its bath time for daddy" he wrinkled his nose. "Would you help
me off with my boots, son?"
I didn't even answer. I just lifted the first boot and sat down on the foot
stool, placing the shiny black boot in my lap. I started loosening the long
waxy strings. As the boot began to open, the intoxicating odder of his sweaty
foot filled my nostrils. It didn't stink, it just smelled sweaty. My little
dick was hard. When the stings were loose enough I pulled with all my eight
year old might and the boot came free. His sweaty sock fell back to my
crotch. I panicked as I wondered if he could feel me little hard on. I
scooted back a little as I pulled the moist white sweat sock from his foot
and stuffed it into the empty boot. I scooted over and repeated the same
process with his other boot. This time when his socked foot came down to my
crotch I could feel him wiggle his toes and wondered if he was trying to
locate my hard on. I scooted back again and removed the other sock.
"Help me off with my pants now." He was already undoing his belt and bottons.
When he lifted his big ass off the chair, I pulled from the legs until the
pants came free and I feel on my butt on the hardwood floor. Dad laughed as I
got up.
"You're sweating son. Is this wearing you out?" he laughed again, and as he
said this he casually groped his crotch for a few seconds. I was hot alright.
"Help me up now."
I took his mammoth paw in both my hands and pulled as he lifted himself from
the chair. My heart raced when I saw a bulge in his boxers. He stood up and
yawned as he pulled up his t-shirt and scratched his hairy belly. He let the
t-shirt fall back  as he headed unsteadily toward the bathroom. I could tell
he was a little drunk. I followed close behind hoping for anything. He
started talking to me about how hot it had been today and about work and
other things I had no interest in. I made sure I kept in the conversation
though, I sure didn't want to be asked to leave. When we got to the tiled
room he dropped his boxer shorts and sat down on the toilet, but not before I
got a peek at his familiar dick. I loved it. It was stocky like the rest of
him. Not long, but fat. I was always amazed at how little it seemed to bother
him to do things that would have embarrassed me. I guess he was used to doing
everything while surrounded by other men. I went over to the tub and started
running the water.
"Just barely warm." he requested. I did as he asked with the running water
echoing in my head.

When the tub was about half full I turned off the water. He stood up and let
his boxer shorts fall to the floor where he kicked them off. His dick looked
beautiful. He raised his arms and pulled his undershirt over his head, giving
me a chance to look at his dick. I was so mesmerized I failed to overt my
eyes in time and he saw me looking at him. I looked up at him and he just
smiled. His eyes twinkled.
Dad lowered himself into the tub and stretched as much as he could. I asked
him if I could wash his back, like I always did, and he agreed as he always
did. I soaped up a wash rag as he leaned forward for me. His back was hairy
too and I loved rubbing my hand across it. I washed his back all the way down
to where his butt crack just stuck out of the water. Dad would then bend his
knees and hold his nose as he sank himself in the water, rinsing off the
soap. This gave me a great chance to look at his body. The black hair all wet
and matted against his skin, and his dick looking larger than I'd seen it
before. When he came up, he smiled at me and leaned back in the tub and
closed his eyes. I didn't normally wash his chest, but there was something
different about this time. I wasn't sure what it was but I wanted to see what
might happen. Before putting soap on the rag I rang it out and washed the
sides of the face that I thought was so handsome. He didn't open his eyes,
but smiled contentedly. I soaped up the rag again and began washing his
shoulders and neck. He purred like a kitten. I moved the rag down to his
chest, trying hard to keep the rag on my eight year old hand. When I got to
his nipples I washed them lightly and the purr turned to a soft moan. I took
the soap in my hand and applied it directly to his nipples and rubbed it in
with my fingers. My little dick was rock hard in the confines of my jeans.
When my hand moved to his hairy belly I noticed that his dick was bobbing in
the water looking much bigger than I had ever seen it. My dad had a hard on.
I must have let out a little gasp. When I turned to look at my dad his eyes
looked slightly glazed and he had that same gentle smile on his handsome
face. "You sure do seem to like looking at your daddy's dick." he smiled. I
didn't know if he was telling me I was doing something wrong or if this made
him happy. He was smiling.
I answered truthfully because I couldn't even think of a lie. "Yes I do
daddy. Why did it get so big?"
"Doesn't your dick gets hard sometimes? Well, mine does too. With your mom
being gone these few weeks it doesn't take much." he answered me truthfully.
"Sometime I have to jack off. Do you think you would like to see that?"
I didn't know exactly what that was but I was sure that I would. I smelled
the beer on his breath and I wondered if that was why he was letting me in on
this. If that was the reason, it was fine with me. He got out of the tub and
dried off his stocky body. His fat dick remained just as hard as it had been.
I followed him to his bedroom. Seeing the pictures of my mom on his night
stand made me feel guilty, but I pushed that aside. Dad noticed what I was
looking at and said, "This is just between you and me son. Your mother should
never know about this. Ok?"
"Sure dad." I wasn't about to blow it now.
He sat on the edge of his bed with his massive legs spread. I stood close to
his knee waiting to see what would happen next. His fat dick stood hard and
proud. I looked at dads face and he seemed happy with his dick.
"Do you want to touch it son? Daddy would like that." For as long as my short
memory could stretch I had wanted to do that. Dads dick gave a little jerk
when I touched it. " Yeah. That feels good son. Go ahead." I put my hand on
the foreskin just below the head and pulled it up and back. It was still
moist from his bath. Dad said that felt great so I did it a couple more
times. Precum started to ooze out of the tiny lips on the head. "Scoop that
on your finger and taste that. I like the taste of it." I figured if my dad
liked it, it must be good. I brought my little finger to my mouth and tasted
it.
"That does taste good daddy." I told him.
"Mmmmm." He moaned. "Do you want me to show you how to jack me off now?" I
was ready.
"Put both of your hands around daddy's cock and move them up and down."
Daddy's use of the word `cock' excited me and I did as he asked. "Oh yes.
That feels wonderful son. Do you like doing that?" I nodded my head yes. He
took his big paw and wrapped it around my little hand showing me the way he
liked it. He did this for a couple of minutes, then removed his hand. I
noticed that another large drop of precum had formed on the tip of his dick.
I started to scoop it up with my finger as I had before, but my dad stopped
me.
"This time I want you to lick it off." I was feeling closer to my dad than I
ever had.  I got down and looked real close at the large drop oozing out of
those tiny lips. I opened my own lips wide to kiss that drop away. When my
lips were on the head of his dick I let my little tongue slip out and flick
the drop into my mouth. Dad jumped and started making funny noises with his
mouth.
"Oh baby. I'm going to cum baby. I'm going to cum!" His dick jerked wildly
and great  ropes of white cum shot out of his pee hole. The first landed
almost all the way to his neck.
The second landed on his nipple. The third and fourth landed on his stomach.
He had his hand around his dick now and he kept milking more cum. At last it
stopped coming out and he let go of his dick. It was already starting to
return to its normal size. Dad was a sticky mess. I just stood there wide
eyed as I watched the whole specticle. I had never seen cum before. Dad
noticed the expression on my face and said, "Thank you son. That felt great.
When your lips touched the head of my dick that was too much." He smiled
broadly at me and I smiled back, happy to know that dad had enjoyed it as
much as I had.
"Why don't you run get a wash rag and clean your old dad up? I took him
literally and ran to get a wash rag. When I returned he was lying back and
still smiling. I put my hand on his belly and reached up with the wash rag to
get the highest spurt. The hand on his belly landed right in a pool of cum. I
cleaned all the cum off of his beautiful body, leaving my hand for last. I
studied the cum on my hand before washing it off. When dad was clean, he
said, "Put that wash rag down and come up here with me." I crawled up next to
him and layed my arm across his furry chest. " What did you think of that
son?"
"That was really neat dad." was all I could think to say. I had yet to learn
the words for expressing my sexual feelings.