Date: Wed,  1 Mar 2006 03:45:01 -0500 (EST)
From: Max
Subject: Fatherly Bonds - 2

I let Dad read the first part of this story last night and sucked on his
cock until he had to stop--reading the story that is. Hard to read when
you're unloading in your son's mouth. Guess he liked it.

Anyway, he tells me to tell you that I'm one hot stud fucker and my reward
for every chapter I write will be to get a pair of his cum-soaked jockey
shorts stuffed in my mouth while he ties me up--so you can bet that this
story is gonna have a LOT of chapters!

But I digress...

After I had walked in on my Dad jacking off, I didn't really know what to
do. I had just come a couple of times with my friend Derek, but seeing my
Dad whacking away got me instantly hard again. I stayed that way through
most of the time it took to make dinner. I kept hoping he'd come into the
kitchen and sit down and watch me, but he never did, and eventually my dick
lost the will to show hard. Finally, when it was time to eat, I went into
his room and found him napping. Even though I'd seen him naked a lot, and
hard often enough, I savored the moment to be able to watch him as he
slept, his porn magazines now on the floor.

I looked at his cock (deflated but by no means unimpressive) and the metal
ring that I so longed to suck into my mouth. I'd never sucked any pierced
dicks before, and I wondered what that must taste like, how the textures
between flesh and metal must be such a sensation for the tongue. I imagined
all that, plus the pure joy I'd feel when Dad's meat would start pumping
cum into my mouth. I imagined gallons of the stuff filling my gullet,
pouring out the sides of my lips and dripping onto my chest as I struggled
to swallow the thick liquid that would fill my stomach with hot Dad
satisfaction. My dick started to rise again in that way it does, bouncing
into life.

I took the opportunity to touch him, and squeezed his arm gently. "Dad,
dinner's ready," I said.

It took him a moment to get his bearings, then he looked at my stiff dick
and smiled. "Ready to go again, huh?"

I didn't know what to say, but I thought the point was obvious.

"Nice dick, Dad."

"Thanks, son," he mumbled as he ran his thumb over it. "I've always liked
it."

I turned and walked across the room to the door, my dick bobbing along. It
was so exciting to be able to be hard in front of him, I just didn't want
to leave his sight.

"I see you've been reading the classics," I joked, and turned in the
doorway so my dick was in full view.

He just laughed and followed me toward the door. I didn't want to drop the
subject, though.

"Anything good I might be interested in?"

"Yeah, prob'ly. One guy whose dick is so big you'd think it would fall
off."

I laughed and walked down the hall to the stairs. It's great walking down
stairs with a hardon.

"Looks like you and Derek were having a good time," he said as he followed
along behind me.

"Yeah, just wish I knew how to tie a better knot." Hint! Hint!

"Hmmm. I knew you should have stayed in the Boy Scouts."

I laughed at that as he sat down at the table. "I think I've got an old
manual someplace." he said. "If you want to look at some of my magazines
there're probably a few ideas in there. The bondage ones. You're probably
old enough now."

I tried not to betray my enthusiasm for this new offer. "Cool... I'll have
to check that out. Thanks."

Awkward silence. My mind was still focused on the image of my Dad
nonchalantly masturbating in front of me earlier.

"Um, so, uh, tell me." I said, "Can I just ask how often you jack off?"

"Mmm, yeah. Probably once a day or so. Depends. Whenever I can, I
guess. When I was your age I always thought they should have an Olympic
medal for whoever could do it the most."

"What's the most you've ever done it?"

"Well, I don't generally count, but a long time ago I had a contest with
some friends of mine and after I hit twelve my dick gave out. But later I
think I did it on my own about fifteen times one day when I was really
bored."

"Who won the contest?"

"Well, one of the guys, his goal wasn't so much how many times he could
come, but... Are you sure this is the kind of dinner conversation you want
to be talking about right now?"

I laughed. "Of course. What better?"

Dad smiled at me. "Okay, the one guy's goal was to last the longest without
coming, so he jerked off for a couple of days, or at least he claimed to,
but when he came it was unbelievable. We almost needed a mop to clean it
all up. But then my other friend and me wanted to see how many times we
could do it, and he won because he came seven more times than me."

"Nineteen? He came nineteen times in one day?"

"Yeah, I saw him do it."

"How old were you?"

"I was about fourteen. The other guys were older. I think fifteen and
sixteen. Why, you thinking about trying to beat the record?"

"Well," I joked, "you know how I love a good challenge."

Obviously, Dad was very up-front about sex, and told me that jacking off
was something that he loved to do. He said if I wanted to look at his
magazines or videos to go ahead, that men were very visual sexually, and
among gay men, there's nothing wrong with looking at each other naked or
hard or in a sexual way. "Jacking off is the safest form of safe sex," he
said.  As usual, he had more on his mind, though. Get my Dad talking about
anything and it almost always ends up back on politics or religion. Dad's
always been very opinionated about some things, and religion is one of
them. Even when I was young, he insisted that there's nothing to be ashamed
of because we're programmed as sexual beings for a reason, and more than
just for procreation.

"Sex rules the world," he said. "Behind almost any human motivation on
Earth, you'll find it's because of sex--either too much of it or not
enough. It creates a dynamic between people that goes beyond just wanting
to get laid or have kids. It's like that for a reason. It's why we've
continued to evolve. Can you imagine where our species would have been if
we had no sex drive? Sex is power. Power over yourself and your
world. Religion doesn't want you to know that."

Dad believes (and I admit that I agree with him) that all these religious
people just want to keep us stupid and ashamed and the real perversion is
the way churches impose guilt on something that's completely natural to
human beings. He's often talked to me about the difference between morality
and integrity, and how integrity is really what's important. He thinks that
morality is just some arbitrary standard imposed by people who want to
control you, but integrity is the innate trust that people share.

It was great having a Dad who could live with his convictions, though I
still wished for more with him. Once I had moved in, and I saw how open he
is with his friends, Dad said that if it bothered me, he would keep his
business to himself, but he thought that the best part of being guys,
especially gay guys, was that you could just be yourself and not worry
about having to pretend you didn't have a dick. He said he couldn't imagine
anything "more powerful" than a man's cock on display. He told me about how
his dad had never talked about sex or anything, and he thought that they
would have had a better relationship if his dad had not been so uptight.

Well, with all this talk, and taking advantage of my newly granted access
to Dad's porn collection, I really took his advice to heart. I love being
able to jack off in front of him, and I'd wait until I knew he was around
to put in a movie or lay on the sofa with a magazine, and just beat my
meat. Sometimes he'd get hard, but never really said anything about it. His
only warning was not to leave stains on the furniture.

When we'd be watching a regular video or TV in the living room, I liked to
start casually playing with myself until I was totally hard, and it was fun
to check him out because sometimes he'd do the same. We both kind of felt
comfortable playing with ourselves whenever it felt good. Which was a lot
of the time. But Dad only really jacked off in his bedroom. I tried to find
excuses to go in there, but he started to seem kind of annoyed, so I gave
up on that.

All these things only increased my desire to play around with him,
though. I loved looking at his cock, and wanted to suck it so badly. I
really went over the edge when he had his friend Roy over and they took a
bunch of pictures, which they showed me later. There were all these shots
of my Dad fully hard, and some of Roy tied in a chair with rope and a big
hardon, with what I could only imagine was my Dad's cum splashed across his
chest.

It was finally too much for me, and I felt like I just had to ask Dad if
he'd ever thought about us playing together. "I don't think that's a good
idea right now," he said, and that answer got played over and over in my
horny fifteen-year-old brain. What did he mean by "right now?" Did that
mean there might be a time when it WOULD be a good idea?

Eventually, after a lot of tries, I convinced Dad to sit in the living room
across from me and jack off together. I got to see him come for the first
time when I was sixteen, and that's sort of when I feel like our sexual
relationship began. He wouldn't do it much, at least not in front of me,
but things progressed to the point that Roy, who I now had a huge crush on,
would come over and we'd all three watch a sex video and jack off in the
living room together. I had to hold myself back from shooting off, just
looking at Roy pumping his cock, and my Dad stroking his pierced dick on
the sofa next to him. My Dad has this cool way of stroking that sort of
goes around and around the head, and it just makes me so fucking hard
watching that!

Once, Dad let Roy suck his dick while I watched. It was so hot! I couldn't
believe it when Dad came in his mouth (the first time I'd ever seen my Dad
do that with another guy), and then Roy got up and walked over to me,
leaned down, and stuck his tongue down my throat! He hadn't swallowed all
of Dad's jizz, and he just spread it around on my tongue, and I shot a huge
wad all over him. It's like I couldn't stop coming. There was some of my
cum on Roy's chest hair, and he went back over to Dad, and tried to get him
to lick it off, but Dad wouldn't do that, so Roy wiped if off his chest and
looked at me slighly and licked it off his hand. "Mm-mmm good!" he said,
and winked at me. Then we all went to clean up and go out for ice-cream.

Guess I just earned me a pair of Dad's jockeys.