Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1998 09:14:11 -0000 From: John Venn Subject: Re: Dad's Best Friend - Part 2 This fictional story contains scenes of consensual father/son sex. If this offends you, or possession is illegal where you live, don't read further! Dad's Best Friend Part Two By Alexander 'Later' came that very same night. At about nine o'clock, he said that it was about time I went to bed as I had school the following day. "Don't forget to have a shower and clean your teeth before bed," he said, "I'll be up later." I knew that Dad usually came to bed at about half past ten, and I therefore had an hour and a half to wait. Nevertheless, I hoped that tonight perhaps he would come to bed early so that we could play with each other again. I tried to remember if I had 'been a good boy' so as not to give him an excuse for not wanting to play. Deciding that I had been as well-behaved as I could I rushed through my shower and gave my teeth a less-than thorough clean. Nipping through the coolness of the corridor between the bathroom and our bedroom, I scrambled into the large, cold bed. For once I had made my mind up that I wouldn't wear my pyjamas, reasoning that they would only get in Dad's way. For a second or two I regretted this as the coldness made me shiver violently until the spot I was laying in warmed up. Once I felt a bit warmer, I reached across and took the book which Dad had bought for me and skimmed through the pages, looking carefully at all the pictures I could find. Balancing the book precariously on my chest and holding the top of it with my left hand, I slipped my right one down under the bedclothes and felt for my prick. Content at this time to letting my hand rest on top of my cock and balls, I cupped them in my palm. I was conscious however of it growing in size as I stared in wonder at the illustrations in front of me. Trying to read what was written under the pictures, I soon gave up as most of the words were too difficult to read - I wanted Dad there to tell me what they said. I don't know what I expected Dad to do when he came to bed, just the same as we did this morning I thought. I would be more than happy just to have him there, cuddling me tightly and letting me explore his balls and prick. I even got a delicious thrill from just thinking of these words, knowing that Dad knew that I knew them and didn't mind me saying them. Whenever they were used in the school playground, they were always spoken in a hushed, secretive voice because they were 'dirty' and 'rude'. I looked across at the clock on the wall. 9.45! I still had ages to wait before he came up. And I was bored, excited, tired and impatient, all at the same time! Dropping the book on the floor, I turned over onto my side so that I could see the bedroom door open. Keeping my hand on my prick, I was idly fiddling with it when I pushed the bit of loose skin at the end of it back over the tip. Unexpectedly it hurt me, but not a lot. Gently easing it back even more, it suddenly slipped right back. Catching me by surprise, I jumped and accidentally rubbed the now fully exposed head of my cock against the sheet. The feeling was tremendous! Slowly, and with infinite delight I experimentally rubbed it with my fingers, lost in a world of sensuality and delight. Needing to have a closer look at myself, I threw the bedclothes back and stared down at my prick. It not only appeared to be bigger than I had ever seen it before, but also the effect of having the loose skin pushed out of the way made it look even more grown up and 'manly' I thought. Beginning to feel the chill, I was just going to pull the clothes back when Dad walked in. I was so involved with myself that I hadn't heard him come up the stairs and open the door. Jumping with surprise, I looked at him and smiled nervously. "OK, Paul?" he asked, choosing not to comment at what he had seen. "I thought I'd have an early night if that's all right with you?" Sneaking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that it was only just after ten o'clock. "Yeah, fine." I agreed and pulled the bedclothes back to cover me. "Not wearing pyjamas tonight?" "No, I couldn't find them," I lied, looking at them hanging over the back of a chair. "Good. I don't think I will then either," and so saying began to get undressed. Carefully, he folded each item of clothing as he took it off and hung them on the back of the door. Watching him intently as he did this, I was sure that he was doing this deliberately as slowly as he could and had the distinct impression that he was as nervous, frightened almost, as I was. Turning round to walk towards the bed, I saw immediately that he had an erection. "Another new word," I thought, "Until today it was a hard-on or a boner." Climbing into bed, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, his arms folded back under his head. , and leaving about a foot or so between us. Sliding across, I snuggled up to him and rested my head in its familiar place on his chest. I also wrapped my leg over his and squeezed my cock against his thigh. Unfortunately it must have been pointing down a bit as I did this because it hurt as it was forced even further downwards. Freeing an arm, I eased it between us, made my cock more comfortable by pointing it upwards and kissed Dad on his chest. Remembering what Dad had told me earlier, I asked him if it would be OK if we played for a bit. "I've been a good boy" I added, hopefully. He didn't answer for a second or two, but then said, very slowly and deliberately, " Yes, if you're absolutely sure about it, Paul." "Thanks!" I replied excitedly, and with that instantly thrust my free hand into his groin. Moving away from him a little bit, I freed my other arm and held his prick with one hand whilst tickling under his balls with the other. This must have pleased him because I heard him moan somewhere above my head and he turned over onto his side to face me so I could have a better feel. At the same time, and with his free arm, he reached over me and turned out the bedside lights. When he brought his arm back under the clothes, I was delighted to feel that he was reaching down towards my crutch. I almost passed out when I felt his hand touch my cock. My entire body seemed to be filled with pleasure - I had never felt as good as this before and the shock made me take a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Wanting to re-assure him that I was allright, I kissed him firmly on the nipple which happened to be in front of me. "Christ!", he said, "Where did you learn that?," his voice trembling with emotion. "Learn what?," I answered, wondering what I had done that made him that happy. "Never mind, it doesn't matter." he replied, calmer now. For the next half an hour or so we gently caressed each other all over. Sometimes I would let my wands wander over his smooth back and chest, taking immense delight in his feeling the muscles on his arms. Like me I noticed, he especially liked it when I felt the muscles at the back of his legs and slid my hands up towards his penis. Each time I did this, I could hear him say "Don't, Paul, don't!", but in such a way as I knew that he didn't mean it. We were having a wonderful time, both of us, I remember thinking. I must have been doing something right as Dad gently pushed my lips onto his nipple again. Taking the hint, I kissed it gently, and even tried to suck it! This must have made him even happier than before as he scooped me up in his strong arms and lay me down on top of him. Having to let go of his cock when he did this, I put my arms under his neck and gave him a hug. "I love you Dad," I whispered in his ear. "Me too, Paul," he moaned. I could feel his gigantic (by my standards) cock pressing into my front. It was so big that it reached almost to my chest. Mine was laying on top of his, and I only hoped he could feel it. To make sure he could, I squirmed around a bit and rubbed our cocks together as hard as I could manage, kissing him at the same time. Just like he did this morning, I felt all his muscles tighten up together, and giving me a painful squeeze, I felt the sperm shoot out of his prick and smear itself on our stomachs. At exactly the same time I also felt a bit funny, my cock seemed to swell up even more and I tried to dig it into his belly. Dad lay back, seemingly gasping for air and so I rolled off him and lay by his side, my arm resting across him. Idly, I began to run my fingers through the mess on his stomach, drawing little circles in it. Once he was breathing properly again, I relaxed and closed my eyes. I was dimly aware of him getting out of the bed and going to the bathroom. When he returned he was holding a couple of face cloths. "Here you are, I'd clean myself up if I were you," he smiled. Looking down at my tummy, I saw that (not unreasonably!) I was in just as much of a mess as he was. I 'cleaned up' as best I could, but gave up when I started to get another erection. "Oh for the joys of youth!" Dad said inexplicably as he took the sticky cloth from me. I was very nearly asleep when Dad got back into bed. Wrapping myself around him as close as I could I sleepily told him that I had enjoyed our 'play' and kissed him on the cheek before I finally drifted off. End of Part II Once again, please feel free (no pun intended!) to tell me what you think. Alex.