Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2005 21:28:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Subject: Adam and Dad in the Bathroom All the usual disclaimers apply...... While me and my family don't go naked around the house all the time we have always all been naked together round the bedrooms and bathroom at bedtime and mornings and also we all sleep in the nude. So it has never seemed unusual to see my Mum and Dad or my twin sister Alyssa without any clothes on. Right from early on I guess that I was aware that my Dad's peenie (our family word for it) and mine looked very different cause he is circumcised and I'm not. I never bothered to ask about it though, figuring that he must just like to keep his foreskin peeled back all the time though whenever I experimented with my own I found it pretty difficult to get it back far cause the opening was quite tight and also the skin seemed to be superglued to the head here and there. When I was ten my Dad had a chat with me one bathtime and explained the difference between us and got me started working on my foreskin every night, drawing it back as far as I could and stretching it under the water and washing under it to keep clean. In what seemed like no time at all the skin freed right up and came away from the head and before I was eleven I could peel it back completely with no problems at all. I don't remember seeing my Dad with an erection when I was little but I can clearly remember watching him get one in front of me for the first time when I was eleven and a bit. It happened one Sunday morning when saw me kneeling up in the bath washing my peenie with the skin right back and the cool feelings I got from doing it gave me a boner. By then I had started to develop a bit and no longer had just a little boy's willy and when I got erect (which was happening more and more often) my peenie way more than doubled in size. It also got quite a lot thicker and stuck up tightly against my belly. I suppose that Dad must have found the sight of it sexy cause his own dick quickly thickened and stuck straight out and I remember him laughing and pointing down at it with his razor and saying something like "Stiffys are definitely catching!" I thought his erection looked enormous besides mine though I was kind of surprised that his dick didn't get much more than a couple of inches longer than it was normally. I remember I loved seeing Dad with a boner, 'cause the skin pulled back so tightly that it made the end of his dick gleam and also when he was hard, the head got bigger and kind of flared out into a really neat mushroom shape. I think he liked seeing me with one too cause after that first time he always seemed to be in the bathroom at weekends when I was having a bath and when I got up to wash my dick, which I always did until I made myself go stiff, he always stopped shaving and watched what I was doing and his dick always got hard too. As for me I was finding that more and more I absolutely loved the feelings that I got when I soaped up my cock and I was gradually soaping it for longer and longer each time. Although I had no idea what I was really doing, each time I suppose that I was getting closer and closer to making myself come but then I found that I had to stop what I was doing, because the feelings got so strong that it felt as if I was going to pee all over the place. When I got out of the bath I was left with a raging boner that stayed right there right through getting dried, brushing my teeth and even getting dressed. I could also feel it sticking up most of the way through breakfast! I went on with this little game for quite a long time. Then one Saturday when I was doing my thing in the bath I went further than ever and the feelings got so strong that I actually gasped out loud and immediately stopped rubbing myself and my dick gave two little jerks all on its own. Dad said "Wow Adam, you almost came that time didn't you?" I looked at him confused and asked him what he meant. He chuckled and said he had a feeling that I didn't really know what I was doing and then went on to tell me all about masturbation. I thought the idea sounded awesome. I asked him why he hadn't said anything before and he explained that he thought it would be rather cool if I could find out about it by accident like he did. He also said that it scared him to bits when it happened to him and when he realised that I was doing it in front of him bit by bit he thought it would be good if he could leave me to it but be there to reassure me about the feelings I was getting if it looked as if I needed it. I was so excited about the whole thing and of course I wanted to go straight on and see if I could get the fantastic feelings that he had just told me about for myself. Dad laughed and said that I might find it easier to cope with if I was sitting down so I got out of the bath and got dry. Dad got me to sit on the loo and then he produced a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom cabinet and poured a little into the palm of my hand and spread it over my boner. He explained that he always used it when he tossed off (as he called it) and that he thought I would like the feel of it too. DID I EVER?! I sat there and rubbed myself exactly as he advised me. Omigod! I remember it like it was only yesterday. The feelings were absolutely awesome - but then everybody reading this knows that from their own experience of it of course. On and on I went and the feelings gradually became more intense and in a way a little bit frightening. I told Dad that and he said that what I was feeling was perfectly normal so I kept on going. Suddenly it felt kind of as if something deep inside of me was breaking ..... breaking...... breaking ..... Every now and then the sensations were so strong that my whole body jerked and juddered involuntarily and I gave a little moan that I couldn't help. Soon I was panting and gasping and moaning continuously from the strength of feelings that I was getting and then I was suddenly taken over by the strangest and most wonderful sensations that I had ever felt. Whatever it was inside me that had been breaking seemed to explode into a million pieces and strange pulsing squeezing sensations started in the head of my cock and quickly spread into my whole body. OH!! I WAS COMING for the very first time! My God! I will never forget it for the rest of my life. It was one of the most incredible experiences I have EVER had. My Dad was laughing and clapping his hands as he saw what was happening to me and he congratulated me on my first ever orgasm. I looked over at him and saw a string of clear liquid hanging from the end of his dick with a big sparkling droplet on the end of it. Looking down at myself I found to my disappointment that my orgasm had been dry. Not that I was surprised, 'cause Dad had warned me that I would probably have dry cums for quite a while, as he didn't start sperming himself until he was almost 13. I asked Dad if it was sperm that had come out of him and he explained that it was pre-cum and that it had happened because he had got very excited from watching me have my first orgasm. I was absolutely fascinated by this and reached out and hooked the droplet off with the finger of my left hand. Dad told me to rub it between my finger and thumb and when I did I found it was really slippery. Then I asked him how it differed from sperm and he laughed and said he would show me. He put on a little baby oil and moved over to the vanitory unit and began to masturbate in exactly the same way that he had told me to do and in no time at all he groaned "Oh Adam, watch carefully now I'm gonna sperm any moment!" Then he started to rub really fast and as he gave a big gasp of pleasure, thick whitey-yellow coloured cream started to spurt from the tip of his dick in ropes, landing all over the vanitory unit in front of him. On and on he stroked, making soft mmming sounds of pleasure, gradually going slower and slower and eventually he stopped and then carefully squeezed out the last drops of cum onto the top surface. To say that I was gobsmacked was an understatement and I quickly moved to the top surface and touched and then smelled the unfamiliar substance. Dad laughed at my fascination and grabbing a handful of toilet paper he cleaned up his mess. As I write this and look back at that first brilliant time with my Dad in the bathroom, I still can't believe and how cool he was to have told me and showed me masturbation in such a wonderful open way and how lucky I was that it happened. If there are others out there who have taught or been taught in a similar way I would love to hear from them at melitobe2@yahoo.com I will write back to anybody who gets in touch.