Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 18:15:37 -0600
From: Paul VanderVeen <1fitbexar@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad and I Sex Wrestle

     I never thought Dad and I would get it on.  Not that I didn't want
to...I was always getting a peak at his great hairy pecks.  Hw would walk
around in his tighty-whities and I would look at his VPL (visible penis
line.)  He had a flat stomach and great shoulders and biceps.
     And while I drooled over him, Dad was very direct about not getting
mixed up in that faggot shit, and he gave me a stern talk when they found
me and my friend Jason jacking off together when we were 12.
    Around my 15th birthday, Mom and my sister were staying over at my
grandmother's.  She had had broken her arm.  I was home alone until about
8, when he got home from work.  It was just Dad and I.  He ate some supper
and took a shower and soon was parading around in his underwear.  He ate a
bowl of ice cream as he watched some TV.   We made some small talk.  I was
in shorts and a tshirt, but soon took off my shirt, stating that it was
warm.
     After the news, Dad headed off to bed, and I went to my bedroom.  It
was too hot to close my door, so I didn't jack off like normal.  I took off
the pajamas that Momn insisted I wear, but it took a long time to fall
asleep, since my dick needed attention.
    In the middle of the night, Dad got up to take a piss.  It woke me up.
I heard the sound of his big cock gushing out the piss into the toilet
bowl, and the he flushed and washed his hands.
     Sometimes, Dad would walk into my room and get in my bed.  I think he
had low blood sugar at night, since later the was diagnosed with diabetes.
It happened today.  Whenever it would happen, I would lay there trying not
to think about the stud laying next to me.
     That night, it was different.  Dad got in the bed, but I didn't hear
me start storing like he usually did within 5 minutes.
     "Paul, are you awake?" he whispered oh-so quietly.
     "Yeah."