Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 11:33:24 -0700 (PDT) From: eames1668 Subject: being a family 3 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between family members. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you please go to another site. Hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to weigh in at eames1668@yahoo.com Things only got better between us from that point. Dad and I were totally comfortable with each other. Every morning I kissed him full on the mouth before I left for school or, on the weekends, just to say good morning. Every night when he came home from work he kissed me full on the mouth when he first saw me and we always kissed again before going to bed. I was always nude when he came home from work. We both preferred being naked as much as possible and we just gave up on wearing anything while at home. I loved it. The first thing I did when I got home from school was to take off all my clothes. Dad did the same when he came home from work. And we stayed nude until we had no choice but to put clothes on. To this day there are weekends when we never put clothes on the entire time, from Friday night when we get home from work until Monday morning when we leave to start the week. We continued to explore making out and occasionally would spend the better part of an evening lying together on the couch kissing and touching each other while watching television. Our hands roaming wherever we liked. The feel of my Dad's rock hard shaved cock; or his silky smooth ball sac as I fingered it, was the most sensual, erotic and private thing I could think of. Or, I'd sit across his lap while we tongue wrestled, our hands exploring each other's bodies, nipples and cocks. We'd never been closer and while I knew our antics weren't something I could share with even my closest buds, I had no guilt or shame about the emotional and physical love for and of my father. Too bad for them, I always thought, that they don't have what I have. Of course, I also realized later that most of my friends also didn't have a hot-ass thirty-year old stud for a dad either. Geez, did I step in shit! Back then we only masturbated, both together and alone. If one of us happened in on the other one pulling their pud it was no big deal - and Dad was as open about it as I was. Bedroom, bathroom, living room, back yard - location didn't matter. If you felt like teasing out a load, you did it. Still do, to this day. Whacking off was one of the many incredible gifts my Dad taught me, along with his belief that a guy should appreciate playing with himself with no guilt or shame. Eventually that lead to other things too, but he let me figure all that out for myself and never discouraged my asking questions and only rarely restricted me from exploring. Butt fucking, for instance. I laugh to myself now when I think back to what a cocky ass I was at fifteen, but in his usual way Dad dealt with it. "Have you ever been fucked up the ass?" I asked Dad one morning over breakfast. It was a warm Sunday and we were eating outside on the patio, seated at the metal table and chairs and shielded from the morning sun by the table's umbrella. We were both naked as can be. "Excuse me?" Dad asked, looking up from the morning paper and putting down his coffee cup. "Have you ever had a guy's dick up your butt?" Dad looked at me with a bit of a smile on his face. "Where did THAT come from?" he asked. "The guys were horsing around in the showers after Lacrosse practice yesterday and pretending to gang rape each other." Dad didn't seem concerned when I said this. It was typical guy crap anyway- all in good fun. I just figured that he still remembered the stupid crap that fifteen years olds got into. "It just it got me thinking." "About getting butt fucked?" The surprise in voice made me think that I'd called it all wrong. "Well...yeah." I ventured. "I went online and watched some porn but I couldn't tell whether the guy getting dicked really liked it or not. Sometimes they were moaning like it felt great. Other times they were moaning like they were being tortured, so I can't figure it out." "So you thought you'd casually ask your Dad?" "Who I live naked with, make out with, and jerk off with. So, yeah." I shrugged, munching crisp bacon. "One for the home team." smirked Dad. "I don't know if I'm comfortable having this conversation with you just now." "Why not?" "You're not even 16. Man on man butt fucking probably shouldn't be top of mind for you right now." "I'll be 16 in 3 days." I shot back, with all the bravado the young can muster. "It sounds more like you're just uncomfortable talking about guy on guy butt fucking so I'm taking that as a yes." I smiled. Dad went back to his newspaper and I went back to staring off into space, eating breakfast. The thoughts racing through my mind, however, were anything but typical morning fare. "Have you sucked cock?" I suddenly spit out. Dad dropped his paper again and just stared at me. Neither one of us said anything. He just looked at me and I looked back at him. Finally he broke the silence. "What the fuck has gotten into you this morning?" "What?" "Butt fucking. Dick sucking. You're full of questions." "Just curious. And you're my Dad. If I can't ask you these kinds of questions, who the fuck am I supposed to and believe what they tell me?" Dad considered this for a bit, understood the teenage logic behind it then shrugged. "You do have a point." he admitted. "I also have a dick and I'm just trying to figure out what to do with it." I said in earnest reply. Again Dad considered what I was saying then shrugged. "You're right, Champ. You should be asking me these questions, and expecting honest answers. If I can't deal with it, it's my problem and not yours. I want you to come to me with this stuff and I have to know how to face it." "Geez, Dad - I didn't mean to fuck you up. I just had some questions and thought I'd ask. No big deal. I can find the answers online or through friends. No big deal." This gambit paid off big-time, as Dad suddenly felt guilty - just what I was hoping for. "You can ask me anything, Champ." Dad replied, "Just let's get through breakfast first." And so we did. Later that afternoon I was sitting outside in the shade of a tree with my laptop watching porn loops of guys in two, threes and groups fucking each other. Sometimes it was bareback, sometimes they used rubbers. I was fascinated by the reactions - some guys were hard the whole time they were being dicked. Others not at all. The dudes who were hard were usually smiling and often offering up their holes to be plowed. Seemed they couldn't get enough dick shoved up inside them. The ones who stayed soft all seemed to be gritting their teeth and getting through it until the top, or tops, sprayed them with cum then they looked relieved that it was over. My dick was rock hard and very wet with pre-cum. I was slowly wanking myself openly in the back yard while watching the filmed action. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped a bit. "Geez! You scared me!" "Sorry, Reese." Dad laughed. "You're way into your movie watching there." Dad was fully aware of what I was watching. I made no effort to hide it or change it and he had no negative reaction at all. In fact, as he was watching the action on the screen, his glorious cock, which was pretty much right in my face, started to swell up. Walking away from me suddenly, he picked up a chair and brought it back to where I sat, then settled in next to me. "Is this answering your breakfast questions?" "Well, not really. If you remember, the questions where whether you've ever sucked cock or been fucked up the ass." I smirked, continuing to stroke my full mast pecker. "Somehow I think you were asking not because I may or may not have done those things, but that you wanted to know how it felt." he answered, very calmly. This threw me, because initially that was what I wanted to know and I was caught off guard that Dad picked up on that. But because I had surprised him with my questions at breakfast then and he squirmed instead of answering, it made me think that he had, which had opened up a whole other area of thought for me. But I wanted to play it cool. "Yup, just want to know what it feels like." I answered. Dad's fat fucker was also full mast and he sat there with his legs splayed just a bit and his saddle tilted up so his fully erect meat lay on his stomach. But he didn't touch himself. "Don't you have a friend you can find out with?" he asked. "What?" "All guys your age screw around, finding out what works and what doesn't for them - usually with another guy. Don't you have a buddy to fuck around with?" "Didn't see that coming. I do, I guess - Eric." Eric Hanover was my best bud forever and also football and swim team captain. We'd grown up together and had always been friends. Dad and Eric's Mom, Nancy, had also grown up together and always been friends. It's just the way it was. "He's jokingly told me more than once to suck his cock but I've always thought he sorta means it and I suspect he'd do it to me in return if I ever took the first step." "So why the fuck haven't you?" asked my Dad. "It's ok to?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Wow, Reese. You're mother really did a number on you, didn't she?" Dad answered, mildly. "Screw around with Eric, Reese. It's totally ok. Suck his cock. Let him chow on your fucker. Christ, you're both hot kids and you've known him forever. You're supposed to be doing that kind of shit now. How else are you gonna figure out what works for you? Got any chicks to tap?" I blushed a deep, deep red and stopped playing with myself. At first Dad just looked at me, waiting for an answer. Then the light went off - I could see it - and the pieces fell into place. "Oh...." Dad exhaled. "You dig the dudes. It's about cock for you, isn't it Reese?" I didn't answer. I just got redder. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there as my dick totally deflated. "Tell me Reese. Say it." Dad instructed, with no emotion in his voice. "I'm gay, Dad." I said, somewhat quietly. At first I couldn't look at him, then I did. Straight on. Fuck it, I thought. Let's see what the fuck he has to say about this. Looking me straight back in the eye Dad smiled at me and said "Cool." "Cool? You think it's cool that your only child, your only son is gay?" I asked, incredulously. "Yeah." Dad shrugged. "If that's really what you are, then yeah, it's cool. Reese, do you think I'd be mad at you for being gay?" he asked. I shrugged in return. "Well, I'm not." he said. "Never would be. If you're gay, if you're straight or if you double dip, I couldn't care less. As long as you're a good person, you don't hurt yourself or anyone else and you're safe, I'm totally there for you and whomever you decide to be with." I just started to cry. Hot tears rolled off my face. Dad reached over and pulled me close to him, kissing my head. "Let it out, if you need to." he whispered, tightening his hold on me and kissing my hair again. When I had gotten it all out, the racking sobs that shuddered out of me started to ease once I'd finally said aloud what I'd only thought for so long. I felt exhausted somehow but also immensely relieved that I'd finally admitted to someone else that I am gay. That it was my Dad, and that he was just as cool about it as he has always been about everything, just floored me. I finally looked up at him. "You really don't care?" I asked again, just to make sure. "I really don't care. Reese." Dad answered, quietly. "There's nothing wrong with being gay, Reese, so there's nothing for me to worry about. At least with that." "What do you mean?" I responded quickly. Dad sighed, then said "What I'm really concerned about is this obsession you suddenly have with guy sex. It's totally natural at your age but I think because I've been very casual about our nudity or whacking off that it's caused you to start wondering about things that I think you're too young to worry about." I started to respond but Dad stopped me. "Hold on. Before you try to convince me otherwise, let me give you my side of the story. Your mother and I were way to young when we first fooled around. And although I ended up with the greatest gift possible from that mistake, it shouldn't have happened. We should have waited. Now I'm watching you go down the same path. So you're gay. Maybe you won't end up a teenage dad like I did, but plenty of other shit can easily happen and it will be my fault because I didn't act like a dad and protect you. You tell me about your friends and how they could never have the kind of relationship that we have. There's a reason for that, Reese. Those other dads are just protecting their kids. Saying no all the time might not stop your friends from doing stupid stuff, but it also might make them take a second or two before they do something truly stupid, then not do it. With you, I've given you a lot of freedom and now I'm worried that you're heading out to see what it's like to get head or have your ass tapped and you won't think about the circumstances and who you're messing with or whether you're safe or what the consequences might be." He was speaking to me like an adult and he was right. All those things had never occurred to me and I didn't know how to respond, which only said to me that everything he was saying was true. I was too young for this shit. After a bit I looked at him and said, "I do see your point. What is it that you want me to do?" Dad smirked at me. "As if you'd listen. Fifteen years ago, I was fifteen and I didn't listen to anybody. But nobody ever had this conversation with me either." "Dad, I trust you. I know that you're looking out for me. I would like to tell you that whatever you tell me to do, I'd do. But I'm also a young guy and I have a lot of questions. I do want to know what you want me to do. I want to have the ability to talk with you like that." Dad seemed oddly surprised and impressed with my reaction. After a bit he said, "Reese, mess around with Eric if you can. Make out. Suck cock. Get yours sucked, but just make sure you know who you're doing it with and always, always be careful. I will say hold off on having your ass fucked. Wait till you're a bit older. And when you think that you're truly ready, you can ask me anything at all that you want and I'll answer truthfully." It wasn't an erotic conversation. It was my Dad asking me to do something so that I would be safe and I got it. And I knew right then that I would do exactly what he'd asked and that he would never, ever really know for sure. But I would and I intended to keep the promise that I'd made to myself. I dropped the guy sex questions then. I still watched porn and I didn't hide it. We still whacked off together and still made out. But I knew in that moment that who I really wanted to pop my ass cherry was my Dad and I knew the time wasn't right to make that happen.