Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2020 23:57:43 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: DADDY'S PRESENT FOR MY BIRTHDAY Don't forget to keep Nifty going by donating at This story includes explicit details of sexual activity between a father and his teenage son. Anyone likely to be offended by such content should quit this site at once. DADDY'S PRESENT FOR MY BIRTHDAY When it came to my 13th birthday I had a really fun party with something like ten of my classmates there, along with two girls of my own age. My auntie helped my mum with arranging it. My dad wasn't there just because he had to be working some distance away from where we lived. He got home about a week later. This story is about what happened after that. It was on a Saturday. My mum & her sister my auntie had gone off shopping together. I had spent a couple of hours kicking a ball around in our garden and was back in my room still in what I had on, a T-shirt, shorts, with my usual Ys on underneath, bare legs and trainers. My dad knocked and came in. I knew he'd been washing his car, getting pretty wet doing it. When he came into my room in bare feet, all he had on was a pair of striped boxers with buttons down the front. When I looked up, I saw right away that he had a bulge in them, like he had something of a hard-on, but I didn't say anything. He asked me how I was, going on to say how sorry he was to have missed being there on my birthday. I just said I was OK and he couldn't help not being there. He said something like "Got a present for you, something you won't forget in a hurry. Take all your clothes off, everything." I thought it might something to wear, maybe even a jockstrap, something I wanted. Two classmates already had them, saying how comfortable they were for keeping everything in place at PE or for Hockey which I liked playing. Had he bought me one and wanted to see how it looked on me? He went off into his room. No matter, I'd done what he said, taken everything off, sitting down on the edge of my bed, keeping both hands over my cock & balls. Even at 13, my balls had grown quite a bit and I had a few hairs coming in above my cock. When he came back, he went "Robert, stand up. You can take your hands away. There's nothing to worry about being naked. Your mum & I, we've washed you for years." I took them away. "OK, that's better." Right after he said that, he dropped his boxers, kicking them aside. Of course, I'd seen his cock plenty of times, but not like it was then. It was real hard, with a lot of hair there. I still had the skin on my cock, but he'd had his cut when he was just a baby, so the top of his cock looked so big it was like a reddish-purple mushroom. The rest of it was thick, with a tiny scar still showing where his skin had been cut. It couldn't have been anything less than 8 or 9 inches long. He had plenty of hair on his balls. He said something like "What about that, Robert?" I didn't really know what to say, so just said something like "Very big!" He grinned. "Come on, feel my balls." I had sat down again on my bed. He came really close to me. I put out both hands. Wow! They were big, near enough as big as walnuts in their shell, very warm, tightening a bit as I was feeling them. I said, "What's my present?" "Oh, that. Tell you what, lie down on your bed on your stomach. That's it, like that. Now open your legs wide apart. Stay like that while I get something." Still wondering what was going to happen, I lay there, feeling like I was crushing my balls under me. Was I scared? Yes, a bit. When my dad came back inside a couple of moments, his cock still hard, waving about from side to side, he was holding a tube of something. Kneeling behind me on my bed, I felt him smear something from the tube down between my legs. It felt cold. Right after that, I felt his fingers down there. Something was poking its way inside me. "Just my first finger, Robert. Try to relax." His finger went further in. Then he had two fingers in there. "My first two, Robert. You're still tight." It was hurting me quite a lot. Turning my head, I said something like "What are you going to do?" Still with his two fingers in there, he said "Robert, relax. I need to get my cock into you." That scared me no end. His was so big & thick, I thought it could never go in there and I said as much. "Dad, if you have to do this, couldn't you wait until I'm a year or two older?" "No, Robert, listen, now is the right time for you to see how this feels, long before you turn into a big hairy lad. Promise, I'll go real slow. You want to please me don't you?" "Course I do. Just that I don't want you to hurt me." Kneeling behind me as I lay there with my legs apart, I felt the heat of his cock rubbing down there. He wasn't holding me down, but he had both hands flat on my back. Then his cock was pressing against me where his fingers had been. It found the way in. His cock was pressing down. When the big head of it started to slide inside me, there was a stab of pain like nothing else. I couldn't keep from crying out. "Easy, Robert. Relax. Let the top of it go in. Don't hold your breath." He gave a little push. I sure enough felt it go in. "There, its in. I'll just hold it there for a moment." He started to press again. It was still hurting me real bad. I could feel him getting more of his cock inside me. "Dad, Dad, how much more?" "Quite a bit, you're doing fine, but there's some more still to go, maybe another 4 inches." He went on pushing in. It was still hurting, but nothing like as bad as before. Like he had promised to do, after each push he paused, holding his cock in there, like he was letting me get used to it. "Robert! You got it. I'm all the way in you. What can you feel now?" "Oh! Just the heat of it, hard, way up inside me!" "Put your hands round down your back. Feel for yourself." When I did it, getting my hands down to my backside where his cock was in me, all I could feel was his big balls pressing against me. "Now, just one more push, OK?" My mouth dry, I could only nod. When he pushed again, it was like his cock went through some tight place deep inside me. "Now, Robert, all right that I start fucking you? Won't take me long." With that, he began doing it, drawing his cock a little way back without taking it right out, then thrusting deep in, like that, again & again. To be honest, it wasn't hurting any more. I felt a really nice feeling, something like being wanked. My dad was lying right down on top of me with his arms under my chest, licking one of my ears. He went on like that for something like 10 minutes. Gasping and breathing hard, he said something like "Ah! Robert, here's the present I promised! God!" I felt his cock jerking & throbbing inside me, a few times like that. Lying there on top of me, he bit me on the back of my neck, not hard, but I felt his lips & teeth. What was the present? He'd left a lot of his semen inside me. Lying there with his cock still in me, I said something like "What's going to happen to it in there?" He whispered, "Don't you worry, nothing. I'll see it comes out!" After that, he drew his cock out of me very slowly. When he did that, I felt some of his semen trickling down the inside of one leg. How did it feel when he drew it out? Something like relief, but sort of missing having his cock in me. I turned over on my back. My cock was hard, my skin all the way back. It wasn't very big or thick, maybe three inches when it was hard. My dad had got on his knees, looking at me. His cock had gone down a bit but it still seemed big. I couldn't hardly believe that he'd had it in me. "Dad, did that feel good for you?" "Good's not the word for it, Robert. It was bloody amazing, and it has to be just between the two of us, OK with that?" "Promise. Anyway, why would I ever want to tell anyone? Even if I did, who'd believe me?" "That's fine, then, just between the two of us." He went on. "Suppose you've been trying to wank yourself, Robert?" "How did you know that, Dad?" "Easy, I've been your age. All boys do it. Bet you haven't had any success yet, am I right?" "Mmh, nothing ever came out. Only gave me a nice kind of shiver." "Just you carry on with it, Robert, but never in your bed. One of these days you'll get a lovely surprise when your real semen comes shooting out. Believe me, after that happens, there'll be no stopping you." "And what about the thing that you just did with me?" "That's another matter, Robert, not something to be done with anyone you don't know very, very well. With a bit of luck, inside a year or two, one of your wanking classmates will be up for trying how it feels having your cock in him. Now, after all that, we both need a shower." He got two big clean towels from his room. We went into our bathroom just as we were, naked. Before we got under the shower, my dad had me to sit down on the lav. With no effort, a lot of his semen came out of me. I bent over, letting him wipe my arse clean, flushing the paper away. Then we got under the shower, enjoying the hot water. He let me wash his cock. It was very sensitive but he had me squeeze it gently to make sure that there was no more of his semen left inside. As for me, I still felt slightly sore where Dad had been in me, but I let him feel down there. My muscles had tightened up again just like they were before he got his fingers inside. By the time I went to school on the Monday, I had no pain at all, only that I knew something was different about me. Dad was so right about the wanking. When I was just past 14, my semen came for real. For the first few times, although there was quite a lot of it, coming squirting out with that lovely feeling, it was watery. Within something like a month, and no matter how often I did it, it started spurting out white and thick, getting even thicker & messier by the time I was close on 15. I could never tell how far it was going to go. My luck was in about getting a jockstrap. Just maybe a week after he did that to me, I got round to asking my dad about getting one. He even took me to a sports shop, buying me one of the right size. I didn't have to try it on in the shop, but when I got it on at home and looked at myself in the big mirror in my room, it was a perfect fit. For about a week, I wore it to school instead of my Y-fronts. Besides being very comfortable, it helped to keep my cock from sticking out from my trousers. I wasn't the only boy troubled like that. One of my funny classmates joked that it was like our cocks had a life of their own. (End)