Date: Sun, 19 Jul 1998 20:34:38 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: First Time With Dad #13

(con.)

Then he continued his journey through the years...through my body.
"I waited for just the right time before I ever took one of your jockstraps
from the laundry and held it to my face......the same with your sheets.
Once, a few years ago
I drove you to basketball practice on a Saturday morning. When I came home I
looked at your bed and saw a cum stain on the sheet. I waited until your
mother left to go shopping, then I lay naked on your bed with my face on the
stain. I was imagining how you jerked off........then I masturbated on the
sheet. I did that a lot 
after the first time".
He still had not moved. Only his lips as he spoke. And I lay beneath him.
Feeling the years pass between us like a secret gift I had never known I
possessed. The heat ran from my spine to my asshole, through his cock to his
body, and then back again. I thought I could feel the vein along the side of
his huge penis...throbbing,
as it stayed rock hard, motionless and half way inside me.
My legs were almost straight up. My ankles were on either side of his neck.
His hands were firm and gentle around my ankles. Thick fists near his
cheeks, like a prize fighter stalking his prey. Bobbing and weaving.....
with his words. I was in a trance...sweating and still...and my cock hard as
a stone as I listened to him.
"When you stood in front of the mirror shaving, when you first started, I
would stand outside the bathroom just to watch you. Later, when you were
more comfortable
and would shave in the bathroom when I was showering...I would watch from
the shower, and listen. I wanted to hear the sound of the razor scrape
across your face....." 
The story of his watching  me grow continued. It was explicit, private, and
invasive.
Like his thick cock in me. Now, as he spoke. Holding me there. Forced to listen.
Forced to remember. Remembering how I had viewed him as I was growing up. I
had always stared at his body as a young teenager.  Wondering about his
thick hairy body. Those wrists, that chest. That cock. I had begun to notice
it at the gym when he let me accompany him years ago. That look in his eyes
when I and my friends would arrive at the sideline after a basketball game
or track meet. Sweating and exhausted we would greet our parents.He would
always hug me..and my friends. It was all so clear. And so nice to remember
as he led me through his memories and fantasies. Taking me back and bringing
me forward.
It was a summary statement. His detailed account of him and me. Just like
his story of the Marine officer and him. He was bringing it all into the
present. This present moment. And there I was on the couch with my legs in
the air. 
I realized that he was now fully inside me! His slow sexy word journey had
been accompanied by slow movements toward me, and I hadn't felt a thing. But
now I did. I was full of him. His cock, his words, the past and the present.
I wanted to reach for my cock, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. I could feel
his big balls laying
sweaty against each of my ass cheeks, and I could feel his thick pubic hair
against  the bottom of my scrotum. Then the sound of his voice seemed to
fade into the background. It was replaced by the thumping sound of my
heart...which seemed to match the pulsing feeling  of his cock inside me.
Then his lips stopped moving
and his chest muscles tightened and started to ripple. His grip on my ankles
tightened. But that was all that moved as he stared down at me and
everything went into slow motion. Then his eyes widened, his lips came
together tight, and the cords in his neck tightened.......
When I felt the first surge of his sperm enter me, it was like a silent
movie. An action movie. Frantic visuals with the sound only in your mind.
The only sound came from my mouth in the form of a muted whimper which
continued with each spurt. He never moved, just kneeling over me with his
eyes locked onto mine. Then his eyes moved slowly down over my neck and
chest and stopped at my rigid cock. Then slowly back to my eyes, then back
to my cock...... And I exploded. My cum shot across my chest and neck and
continued to pour out of me as my body twitched involuntarily.  As I faded
into a momentary exhausted coma, all I could hear was the faint sound of the
thick stubble on his cheeks rubbing against my ankles as he held them in
close, confident, control. 
I didn't even feel him pull out. I guess it was after a few minutes. All I
felt was his heavy body laying down on mine, and the quiet clear words
whispered in my ear
before he dozed off for a minute.  "Get used to it kiddo..."  After a moment
of silence I just nodded my head against his shoulder, wondering to myself
what I meant by my agreement.
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After a few minutes rest, and the slow settling of our minds, he got up from
the couch, smiled down at me, and extended his hand. 
"Garage cleaning time" he announced, as he pulled me up from the couch..
" TV watching and sex recovery time" I replied in a weak but definitive tone.
" No way" 
"Every way"
"Am I going to have to spank your ass for being a rebellious teenager?"  He
was smiling.
" No, but you can kiss my teenage ass instead... you hairy pervert" I replied.
"I have better plans for your ass....and you know it" , he said half seriously. 
"Yes Sir" I answered doing my best to mock him.
He reached over and grabbed the left side of my ass cheeks as I stood next
to him. With his other hand he toussled my hair. 
"Go take a shower" he said, chuckling and pushing me toward the stairway.
"Yes Sir" I said...saluting and trying to mimick a character on Hogan's Heros.
And being grateful that we could slip so easily into these moments of
foolishness.
The lightness between us was such a safe haven from our intense sex. A
happy grounding. A demilitarized zone of ease between the emotional explosions
of our sex together.  I felt constantly off-center with him now about sex.
Sex was so foreboding now. So dangerous. So elevating and instructive. So
scary. So complicated. New territory. I forced myself to remember how
friendly we could be
as I walked up the stairs to take a shower.
It was good that I reminded myself. Later that afternoon while we were
working in the garage, he reached out and touched my shoulder to turn me
toward him.
"Take your shirt off and kneel down" he said. It was almost a matter-of-fact
statement, and caught me by surprise because we were both in the middle of
moving some boxes from one side of the garage to the other. I stopped for a
moment and stared at him,  trying to adjust from our heated discussion about
NCAA basketball. But the look in his eyes was serious.
I slowly removed my T-shirt, tossed it at his feet, and knelt down.
"Put your hands behind your head" he said. I did.
A long moment passed as he looked at me. Looking up at him in curious
discomfort. Then he reached down, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock.
It was still soft as he pushed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and he
slapped it against my tongue a few times as it hardened. Then he started to
stroke it while he laid the head on my tongue. With his free hand he pinched
my right nipple, then held the top of my head. It took him only a few
minutes before he started to cum in my mouth. His left hand reached back and
gripped my hands clasped behind my head. Then he looked down at me and
watched as his cum pumped out and started to coat my tongue and fill my mouth.
"Keep it" was all he said as he finished milking himself. I did. Then he
told me to swallow, and I did. 
I lowered my hands from behind my head, still looking up at him, while he
stuffed his cock back in his jeans. As he stood over me, a tight smile
pulled at the corner
of his mouth. He reached out and put his big right hand on my head. As if in
acknowledgement, I swallowed again and looked up at him.
"Good work, son" he said. It was a flat, confident tone in his voice. Almost
aloof, but very sexual. The after- taste of his cum was still strong and dry
in my mouth as I stood up and faced him. I didn't know what to do. Standing
there shirtless in front of him. I didn't know if I should laugh, make a
snide remark,  complain or just go back to moving the boxes. He anticipated
my thoughts and smiled. Of course the bulge in my shorts made it a bit
easier for him.
"So  kiddo, want to get off?"
"Err...yes" I muttered,  still a bit perplexed, and wondering what he was up to.
"Start here" he said as his left hand moved to his right nipple and squeezed
it through his T-shirt. I started to reach for his chest but he pushed my
hand down.
"Your mouth" was all he said. With a stern smile.
While his direction seemed a bit theatrical, I quickly noticed that intense
"sex stare" in his eyes. I leaned forward and started to suck his nipple
through his shirt.
As I did, he reached down, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out. Then
he grabbed my wrist and moved my hand down to my cock.
It was an akward position. I was sucking and biting his nipple through his
T-shirt
as I bent down and leaned forward. At the same time I was jerking off my cock.
I loved the feel of my lips against the damp cloth of his shirt, with his
nipple hard 
and the dark mosaic of his hairy chest showing through the wet shirt. After
a minute he made it easier.
"Try it this way" was all he said as he reached down and lifted his shirt off.
When he lifted his arms to pull off the shirt I could see the rivulets of
sweat run down from his armpits. I leaned forward again with an eager tongue.
I worked his nipples like a sweaty kid with an ice cream cone at the Country
Fair
on a hot August afternoon. Licking and sucking and biting as I jerked my cock.
The sweaty hair on his chest was a forest delight as my head moved back and
forth to each nipple. I kept sucking his nipples and jerking myself off as I
leaned forward, bent down with my head to his chest. He could feel me
getting close to cumming after a few moments, and reached out to grab my
head. As his thick fingers gripped my hair he said "Put it here".
I felt his other hand move down to grab my balls momentarily, and then slide
up the length of my cock. His big hand lay lightly at the end of my penis.
Cupped and waiting as he gripped my hair and held my head away from his
chest. He looked down into my eyes. My head started to bob up and down as my
breathing increased to meet the furious cadence of my wrist. Then I started
to cum. The first stream hit his hand and splashed on to his leg. He
immediately closed his cupped hand over the end of my cock and took therest
of my cum into the palm of his hand.
I was twitching and banging my face against his chest as I continued to pour
into his hand. When I stopped, and leaned my cheek into his sweaty chest, he
put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. When I looked up at
him he said nothing. His eyes simply moved from mine to his cupped hand just
below my chin. While the message was clear, it took a moment to register. My
eyes went from his hand back up to his eyes, then back to his hand. I kept
my eyes open
as leaned forward and licked my cum from his hand. 
The thick dark hairs on his wrist looked like so many soldiers. Bent and
leaning correctly in a line, and wondering what was going to happen next......

(more to come....)