Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 23:38:57 +0530 From: arkam19 Subject: Father's Cherub, My Seduction 1 WARNING! This story contains explicit scenes of sexual activity between a minor and an adult and also of incest. If it is illegal to read such stuff in your country then kindly close this window at once. Also if you are not of legal age in your country, then do not read any further. But if you fulfill the above criterion, then read further and let me know how you like my story. Hi Guys! This is a true story. It is the story of my own life. Though I have changed the names of people, including my own, the locations and events are hundred percent truth. MY SEDUCTION As a boy, I was extremely cute and good looking. I have retained some of the innocent looks and cuteness of my childhood but I have changed a lot. Every story has a beginning and an end. Likewise every turn in a life begins with a memorable day. I am not Pip in Great Expectations to go on a rigmarole of 'the chain of thorns or flowers' but yes one day in my past is very memorable for me. It was the day when I was first initiated into gay sex and the gaylife. My father was a well-built young man at the time. He was 29 or 30 at the time. I say young because he always looked a lot younger than his age. He had dark black hairs and matching eyes. At 5 feet 10, he was a god in my young eyes. I am giving these details after a lot of calculation and speculation for I was very young at that time - maybe five and a half years old. My family lived, at the time in Oman, a Gulf country and my father was in the Petroleum Ministry's Maintenance Deptt. He was a well built hunk though he rarely attended a gym and his only exercise was working or swimming. At the time, my mother had gone to Pakistan to have an operation. She was scared to have any operation performed in a foreign country, away from her family. I was studying in the Indian School Muscat, Darsait and since my exams were coming near, I and father had to stay back. I have already mentioned that I was extremely cute and some of father's friends liked me to sit in their laps while watching movies and their hands would once in a while roam over my crotch, though this did not happen when my parents were around. When Mummy had left for Pakistan, I was alone with father. He was very nice to me and took great care of me. The following incident took place on the second day of Mummy's departure. It was a Thursday, which is a holiday in schools in Oman and a half-day for all offices. I was playing videogames on the TV when father came home. As usual, I took off his shoes for him and he went off to take his bath. I was busy playing the game and did not realise that my father had come out from the bath. He was right next to me on the floor when I became aware of his presence. He was wearing a 'kandoora' (it is a long gown like garment worn by Arabs) and was sprawled on the floor. He told me to keep playing on and not to pay any attention to him. After sometime, I felt a hand on my thigh. I was wearing a short knecker and a baggy teeshirt. His hand was there on my thigh for quite sometime and I dont know why, but it felt very good. I did not say anything, after all he was my father. Soon I felt as if somebody had placed ice or fire on my thigh, I cannot exactly say which. When I looked down, I saw that his hand was slowly roaming over my thigh. It felt so wonderful that I spread my legs apart allowing some more space. That was what he needed I suppose, because the next instant the slow movement of his hand became more pronounced and the area which his hands roamed also increased. I was feeling so nice, that I just left the remote control and lay down on the floor, my eyes tightly shut. I felt his hand roam over my entire body and come to rest on my knecker's button in an instant the button was open and my knecker was pulled off. Then I felt his hand make slow circular motions allover my thighs and legs barely touching my penis. I was in heaven and did not want this to stop. I had never felt anything like this before and I never even imagined that such feelings were possible. His hands started moving upwards and reached my nipples. My five year old mind was blown to bits when his hands cruised over my now erect nipples. A loud gasp escaped my lips. With a deft movement my teeshirt was thrown off and his hungry lips started to complement his hands. His warm huge mouth reached my nipples and he started to suck on nipple and tweak the other. That was more than I could handle. My body started to convulse and shudder as I had my first orgasm. My mind became a blank as compared to the feelings which ran rampant all through my body. After sometime I relaxedand became normal. I did not know what to say or what to expect. Father just looked at me, smiled and said -" Looks like we have a great 3 months with each other?" That was my first time. This part does not contain much 'action' but it is true nontheless. I am also posting the second part of my sexual autobiography. Read it and send me your reviews - good and bad , both are acceptable. Let me know. E-mail me at :