Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2008 16:44:16 -0700 (PDT) From: David Ascher Subject: Being With My Dad 1 This is entirely a work of fiction. If you would like to contact me you can at dascher60@yahoo.com Being With My Dad Chapter 1 I only wake up early when it's raining. My room was still almost dark but not quite. I heard my dad moving around, leaving his room, going into the bathroom, things like that but I still didn't keep my eyes open but closed them again and drifted. I knew that he'd come into my room to check out the rain, he always does. My dad's a general contractor so what the weather's doing is a big deal to him. I must have drifted off again because all of a sudden I was aware of him standing next to my bed like he always does, looking out the window. I didn't think that he could really see my eyes and so I opened them because I really like looking at him naked. He was only a couple of feet away from me and, like always, he was watching the rain. This time though he dropped his hand and at first I couldn't make out what he was doing but then I realized, he was stroking his cock. He wasn't making a big deal out of it. It was more like he was doing it without thinking, just like guys do sometimes. It's there so you hold onto it and stroke it. I watched his fist moving slowly up and down. I'm not even sure that I was fully awake, just kinda in that hazy state that you're in when you first wake up. But I was drawn to that lazy motion of his hand moving up and down his hard cock. I had actually seen my dad's cock hard before because first thing in the morning he'd be walking naked to the shower or even in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee. He's got a really pretty cock and every time that I saw it I wanted to touch it. Then, for some reason, I looked up at his face. He was watching me and then he grinned in a friendly way. He didn't say anything, he just smiled and then looked down at his cock. Then, almost slowly, he let go of his cock and bending down slightly he cupped that hand that had been stroking his cock lightly over my face. He didn't do it hard and he didn't cut off my oxygen or anything but the smell of his cock, the smell and sense of him was so strong and almost thick that a second later I found myself licking the palm of his hand. He let me do that for a few seconds and then he moved his hand slowly down my throat and onto my chest in almost a caress, and then, slowly, lower still. His hot fingers moved over my stomach and through my pubic hair and then pushed their way under my balls until they touched my hole and all the time I stared at his handsome face. My whole body was rigid and when his fingers touch my hole, my cock, that I didn't even realize was hard, started to shoot. My whole body shook and shook in the hardest orgasm I had ever known and all the while his middle finger was moving in a tiny circle massaging my hole. When my body finally settled down he bent over and kissed me, really kissed me. It was my first real kiss from anyone and I felt weirdly happy that it was from him. His lips were hot on mine and when his tongue pushed its way into my mouth it felt like my body made some fundamental shift, like I somehow went from being a little kid to being shoved well along the path to being an adult. He knelt down next to my bed his face almost on a level with mine but he never took his finger away from my hole. He kissed me again but this time it was lighter, just a peck on the lips. He said softly, "That musta felt pretty good." I nodded yes. He grinned and said, "Glad I could help." Then he got up and said that he was gonna take his shower. For the rest of the time we were home together it was like a normal morning. He fixed my breakfast before he went to work, just like he always does. Before he left he came over and kissed me on the forehead like he always does. He kept his hand on the back of my neck and said, "Have a good day at school and remember you gotta help me with the site tonight. I'll swing by school and get you when you get out." What he was saying was that he'd pick me up and bring me home to change into my grubby clothes so that I could help him clean up the job site. Dad was building a little strip mall and a couple of times a week he and I would go there in the evening to clean it up. The trades, electricians and carpenters and plumbers would have been working all day and usually they leave a mess. I don't know whether he thought what happened this morning was a big deal or not but he sure wasn't acting like he did. But even if he didn't say anything I knew that it was important and I also knew that I couldn't say anything to anyone else. I dunno about him but I was having trouble getting that finger out of my mind. All day long I thought of two things, how his cock looked as he lazily stroked it and how his finger felt while it made circles over my asshole. Mentally I shoved my butt down on that finger so many times that by the time he picked me up I was pretty much nuts. I guess I should tell you something about me and my dad. First of all it is just me and him cause my mom died when I was just a little kid. I guess that must have been really bad for him but I was too little to remember it and by the time that I was old enough to give it some serious thought he seemed to be all over it. The other thing about him and me is that we've always been really close and we do all kinds of things together. Pretty much anything that either one of us could do we've done together. Well, except for like beating off and stuff, at least until today. Another thing about my dad is that he's pretty good looking. He's not real old and since he's been working in construction since he was just a kid like me he's in pretty good shape. He looks pretty hot in his Levi 501's and a blue work shirt. When he wears a blue work shirt it really makes his blue eyes pop. His hair is a kind of sandy color and since he's always behind in getting a hair cut it's always a little shaggy. I pretty much spent the whole day wondering if sex with my dad was gonna happen again. I seemed to flip back and forth from being totally certain that it would, that it had to, to even wondering if I didn't misread what really happened that morning. Anyway, after he picked me up and I got my clothes changed we went over to the job site and cleaned. I had this plan of staying as close to him as possible thinking that maybe that would help but it didn't work out that way. He pulled two big push brooms out of his truck and sent me to the far side of the job while he worked the other. I barely even saw him much less got a chance to do anything. Finally after a couple of hours we rolled out the big drums that we had filled with garbage so that they could be picked up in the morning. He walked over to me and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and shoved it into my jeans pocket. "Thanks, Jeff, I couldn't have done it without you." He always says that, exactly that. "Why don't we stop and buy some dinner and then head home. I've got a ton of book work to do." My dad has had a lot of different bookkeepers but they never seem to last so he always ends up doing the books himself. He's not like some huge corporate general contractor. It's just a small family company that used to belong to my grandpa, my dad's dad." We argued back and forth over pizza's, burgers or, my dad's choice, broiled chicken. He won, but he doesn't always. We stopped at the supermarket and bought one of those broiled chickens along with containers of mashed potatoes and cole slaw. It maybe wasn't my first choice but I still love it. My dad hates washing dishes so I volunteered and he grinned at me. "Thank you! I knew at heart you were a good kid!" I don't always volunteer but tonight, since he was gonna be trapped doing book work for a couple of hours, I figured that it was the least I could do. Dad took a shower and changed into boxers and a tee shirt and went to work on his computer while I took my shower. Our living room is pretty big because it's supposed to be a dining room too. We don't ever seem to use it as a dining room though and that end of the room has been turned over to Dad's business. His desk is there along with a couple of file cabinets and his computer. It's really our family computer because I use it too. I spent the whole evening laying on the sofa pretending to watch TV while actually watching him and wondering what I had to do to make something happen. A couple of times I trotted over to his desk and leaned against his chair in the hopes that, I dunno, maybe he'd grab my dick or something. I stared over his shoulder pretending to be interested in the figures that he was typing into the computer and I even let the side of my face touch the side of his but he didn't seem to notice. But I could look down the front of his tee shirt at his hairy chest and below that at his soft blue boxers. The only thing that I got to see and it was pretty good was his big cock pushed off to the left side of his boxers. But it wasn't like I had any real reason to be standing there so I went back to the TV. A little after nine o'clock he began to shut things down on his side of the room, lights and computer were, in turn, shut off. Finally he stretched with the tips of his fingers almost touching the ceiling and then he walked over to me. "You gonna stay up?" I didn't know what to say. If I said yes then he was gonna go to bed..without me. But then on the other hand if I said no then he'd expect me to actually go to bed cause he'd figure I was tired. I got up, started to shut off the light and stammered, "I dunno." That made him laugh and he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. It was the kind of thing he does a lot. My head was under his chin and he said, "Geez...just three weeks and you graduate! You ready for that?" I could feel his cock through his boxers pressing against my abdomen, it wasn't totally soft but it was also far from hard. I laughed, "More than ready for it! It'll be sooo cool to be in high school!" Then just as I could feel he was about to let me go I blurted out, "About this morning!" He paused for a second and then said, "Yeah...the sex? It's not a..." "Can we do it again?" I figured that this was my one shot and that I had to talk fast. "I mean I know that you're my dad and all but I really really liked it and I know I can't tell anybody and I always wanted to do that stuff with you!" I took a breath. "So could we?" On the plus side his cock had gotten quite a bit fatter. After a couple of seconds he held me at arms length and looked at me. "You sure that's what you want?" "Yeah I really am!" I was bouncing on my toes, basically doing my happy puppy dance. That always makes him laugh. He grabbed me again and pulled me to him and rocked me back and forth. "Argggg! Calm down, Kiddo and listen to me!" I stopped bouncing and stared up at him. "This is an experiment! If at any time either one of us wants to stop, we stop, got it?" "Yes, Sir!" He said softly, "Just remember, I love you more than about anything and I don't want things to be weird between us."