Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 16:54:06 -0400 From: You Knowme Subject: Dads Secret Place 4 Part Four: Discovery Dad said that I couldn't explore him with clothes on. He reached down and unbuttoned my khaki shorts and helped me slide them down to my knees. I was lying above him, my arms holding my body above his, as he pulled them down and revealed my white briefs. I couldn't hide my hard on because it was raging like it had never done before; there was something about having Dad lying below me and smiling as he examined my body as I stripped my clothes that excited me. Before long I was lying beside my dad wearing only those white briefs, hardly containing my dick as it throbbed inside the soft, cotton fabric. Dad ran his hands through my hair and kissed me. Then, he laid down and closed his eyes. "Explore me, babe!" I let my hands move to his chest and I took in the texture of his soft, hairless skin. I could now tell that Dad shaved his chest because I could feel miniscule pricks against my palm as I ran then over his triceps and upper abdomen. Dad squirmed and moaned with pleasure as I worked my way around his nipples; eventually, holding the hard, silkiness between my fingers and rolling the tips between my fingers. Dad closed his eyes and moaned loudly. "Ah! God, that feels great!" Dad was squirming again and I smiled. I loved that I was giving my father this kind of pleasure. I now worked my other hand over his chest and tweaked both his nipples in unison. Again, Dad squirmed and I fancied that I saw his dick pop up and down in his underwear. As my hands moved down to his stomach and felt their way around his belly, a thought came to me. I not only didn't have any idea what I was doing, but I didn't know what Dad liked. I began to panic inside my head and at that point, even though my hands were beginning to skim the tip top of the elastic band of his boxer briefs, there was some part of the passion missing from me that Dad recognized. Dad opened his eyes and reached over. I felt his fingers tickle my hairless torso and move down to the lump in my briefs. "Go ahead." He said, "do what you want to do..." It was at that point that I decided to bite the bullet and get an answer from him. I wanted to know what he liked and what he wanted from me. After all, I was not just there to get pleasure, but to give pleasure to my Daddy. "I..." I paused. "I don't really know what to do, Dad." Again, I paused and looked deep into his eyes. They had a pleasurable glassiness to them, now. Had I known then what I know now, I would have known that it was the ecstasy that was giving him that look. "You don't have to know..." "Well...what did Mommy do that made you feel good?" Then I paused again. "Maybe I could..." "Babe!" He grabbed my hand and led it to his crotch. "Your mom never turned me on like this. She could never give me what you've already given me. I know you will pleasure me because you already have." He smiled deeply and I just adored the way the ends of his lips turned up in smile, like a butterfly spreading its wings. With that, I began to come into myself as a sexual being; I began to follow my instinct and just do what I wanted. I started to feel as though nothing I would do would turn Dad off and that he would love everything that I could give him, and I wanted to give him me. I let my hands move on their own, without thought, and they moved down to the lump in his underpants. I could feel it pulsing against the fabric and, without thought, it sent a gleaming smile to my face. I grasped it, cupping the huge bulge as best I could in my underdeveloped boy's hand and Dad just laid back and smiled. As one hand cupped his bulge and my body felt like exploding with pleasure, the other sent my index finger running along the elastic band, tickling the skin of his stomach against it. Dad lifted his body and helped me pull them down. Slowly, as they made their descent, I watched the trail of hair that ran from his belly land in a triangular bush of pubic hair that promised to reveal a sight that would prove to be a gold mine to a meek thirteen year old like myself. When I got his briefs down below his butt, I stared. It was so beautiful. It was easy five or six inches around in thickness and at least seven or eight inches long and it stood proud, poking out from where his hot and heavy balls sagged below the shaft. It looked engorged, as though all the blood in his body was being sent to one place and filling his cock up to maximum capacity. It stood before me, long and hard, from time to time, revealing the head of it by pulling its own foreskin down the shaft with each throb. I didn't know why exactly, but I stared at it in complete and utter awe. There were so many things I wanted to do to it; I wanted to taste it, I wanted to grasp it, and I wanted to feel it inside of me. As though I had been well versed in homosexual sex, I immediately realized where guys put it because my anal cavity begged for it to come inside. I looked up at Dad and he was peering down at me with the same, sensual smile that he often used with me. "You like it, son?" I shook my head and he smiled even bigger than I thought possible. "You wanna taste it like Daddy tasted Grandpa's?" I definitely did want to taste it because it smelled salty and musky. As I moved my body in between his legs and he spread them further, he propped himself up so that I could now see the line that led from his scrotum to his hole. It was beautiful: there was a light, yet consistent spread of hair all around and it met at his crack, where his pink anus was staring me down. "I don't know how, Daddy..." "It doesn't matter how...just take a taste." With that, I leaned over, took a good whiff, and stuck my tongue out, letting my tongue lick the, now exposed, head like a lollipop. Dad quivered and moaned. I could see all the muscles in his body tense up and his face scrunched as he sent out a wild bout of moaning. "Oh, yes! Ah, baby!" "Wow." I said. "It feels that good?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. You don't know what you're missing, babe! Now, take another taste." I licked again, receiving the salty sweet taste against my taste buds. "What do you think?" "I like it, Daddy." "Good." He paused. Then, Dad lifted his head a bit to look at me. "God, you are so beautiful. Look at those red lips and that button nose. Wow. Look at that hot little body you have." Then, without further comment, Dad violently bent forward and pushed me back. He pulled off my briefs and put them in his mouth. Then, he laid back again, huffing into them as though he were having some kind of asthma attack. "Dad?" I was somewhat concerned. "Taste Daddy again." He said, then began to rub my briefs against his nose, inhaling deeply against them. "You know, your Mommy use to do this." He paused and looked down, through the leg holes at me. "But she was never very good. You are going to do better than her, right?" "I want to..." I said in a whimpering tone. "But I don't know how?" "Pretend it's a big candy cane." Then he smirked, entertained by his own answer. "You remember how to suck on those, right?" "Yeah!" "Suck on Daddy's dick the same way. Pull down the wrapper and slide it in and out of your mouth. Use a lot of your spit to make it slippery." "Yes, sir!" I spoke enthusiastically because I knew that I now had the ability to make Dad squirm more and make him moan. I grasped my father's member and pulled down the little brownish colored piece of skin that kept moving up and down on the tip. He moaned immediately. I smiled and held down the skin, bringing my mouth closer. Dad spoke to me as I bent down, telling me how nice my hot breath felt against it, and before I knew it, I doing all I could to wrap my lips around his big cock. It was so thick that it tugged on the edges of my mouth, feeling as though the corners of my lips were going to split. He moaned again and squirmed a little; it was just the right touch that I needed to keep going. I was unable to smile, but I could feel myself smiling inside. "Do you like the taste, son?" Dad asked in a hefty, breathy tone. "Y...uh..." was all I could say as my tongue touched the tip of his penis. I let my tongue peruse the head of his cock; I could feel the gentle split of his head, where his foreskin met against the tip of my tongue and my taste buds fluttered in ecstasy as I tasted the salty, bitterness that seemed just a little off key of what I had imagined in my mind. "Wow! Oh..." Dad was just making grunts at this point and any words that left his lips were mixed with a kind of moaning holler that send shivers down my spine; I knew I was pleasuring him well, and according to him, better than my mother ever had. I slurped as my head bobbed up and down, letting the saliva coat the entrance to my mouth as I felt the veins rub against the skin of the inside of my cheek. Dad seemed envigorated by the sound it made: sloop. It was the sound of a boy sucking the dick of his muscular, sweaty dad and it made me feel on top of the world. I could have stayed like that forever; just slurping on his cock and feeling it throb in the recesses of my mouth hole, but Dad soon pulled my head away. At first I was worried. Dad commented on the way I looked when I sat back up, my little cock standing straight up, bobbing with excitement and the way my mouth looked stretched and my lips were red and wet. "Oh, baby. Hold on!" "What?" I was worried to no end. Had I hurt him, made him angry? I wasn't sure and I couldn't quite tell by the expression on his face. "Did I do something wrong?" Dad laughed. "Oh, God no!" He paused and sat himself up so we were facing each other, both out cocks at full attention, now staring at each other with one winking eye. "You made Daddy feel so good he's gonna come..." Then, as though a great epiphany hit him, he became silent with gentle thought. "Oh, I bet you don't know what I mean, huh?" The truth was that I had been jacking off for a long time but never reached orgasm, just let my balls get swelled and throb with sexual pain and electricity, that I really didn't know what he meant. "Uh uh. What is it?" As I asked, dad scooted forward to me, helping me to sit down on my butt and face him. He pulled me in so that our open legs faced each other and my legs sat atop his as our nether regions met in between. "Well...when a boy...well, a man gets real excited..." Pause. "I mean, when You keep going with stimulating him or yourself, you will start to feel like you're going to explode..." "Oh no!" My naivety showed drastically. "No, no, no. Don't worry. Not really explode. It's just what happens. It's what we look forward to. It feels like all your nerves are on edge and that you're building up to explode in a metaphoric way. Then, a great feeling comes over you...and when you get older...it will throb and special juice squirts out." "Really?" My eyes were bugging with interest. "That is cool!" "Yeah, it is, babe. But see, Daddy doesn't want that to happen yet because after it's done, us guys lose interest in sex for a little bit." "Oh," I said, somewhat disappointed that Dad would lose interest in making love to me. "It's hard to explain, but basically, Daddy wants this time to last as long as possible with his special lover boy. Don't you?" I shook my head and he pulled me closer. Our lips met again and out tongues wrestled inside our mouths. I still had a myriad of questions, but I felt a bit weird for asking them, so I kept quiet and let my father lead the way. "It's your turn now, babe. I want to give you the same pleasures as you've given me." With that, Dad pushed me down, somewhat heavily, to the mattress and he bent over me. Our eyes locked and he whispered his love for me and something about me being the hottest boy he'd ever seen. Then he pulled out his tongue and licked my face, moved around to my ears, which sent more shivers down my spine and I suddenly knew why dad moaned because I was starting to moan and breath really heavy. When Dad's tongue reached my chest, I laughed because it tickled me. It wasn't the kind of tickle that you beg to stop, but the kind of tickle you wish would keep going, and it did. Dad smiled, his tongue still perusing my chest and tummy, and then, when he reached the bottom of my stomach, the place where I hoped I would someday have a trail of hair leading from my belly button, Dad yanked on my briefs and pulled them down. My little cock flopped and slapped his chin. I could feel the spikiness of his five o'clock shadow against he head and I let out a quick, loud yelp. "Get ready, babe! This is going to blow your mind!" Jus then, I watched as Dad's eyes moved down to my penis and I could hear the same slurping sound my own mouth and made, only this time a great, powerful sensation moved through my body. It was like being electrocuted but in a pleasurable way. I let out another yelp and grabbed on to the hair on my dad's head, while instinctively flexing my butt muscles against the sheets. He kept it up, making the motion more intense and quick and before I knew it I was recognizing the "building up" feeling my dad had talked about. There was something about seeing him bounce up and down on my dick that excited me more than the shots of electric sexuality that ran from the tip of my dick, where Dad was fluttering his tongue against, all the way to my finger tips. I had to stop him the way he'd stopped me when he was getting close and he sat up with a huge smile on his face, wet lips and chin, and my little cock in his hand. "I've never had such a beautiful and tasty cock" he said as he kissed me deeply again. "My own son is growing up to be such a hot little man. God, I would love to fuck you!" Of all sexual terms, I knew that term best. I wasn't sure if that meant that Daddy wanted to put his big dick inside my hole or if he wanted me to put mine in his, but either way, I started squirming and moaning as my tongue lopped against his inside our mouths. Then, as though someone else had taken over my voice, I said something I thought I'd never have the guts to say. "I want you to do me like you did Mommy when you made me!" I had it in my mind for so long, but the fact that I voiced it shocked me all to hell and I was suddenly frozen in fear at what I had said.