Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: FIRST TIME WITH MY DAD

Chapter 3

After a few minutes my father got off me and lay down on the floor with his
head on my stomach. We were both drenched in sweat and while I could still
taste the strong flavor of his cum in my mouth, I could also feel the sticky
coat of his cum that clung to my chest from his first orgasm. 

We lay, exhausted , for a few minutes. I was enjoying the silence as a
respite to try and organize my thoughts....my father had just "taken"
me.....and despite my very conflicted feelings about what had just happened,
I had allowed it...and enjoyed it! 
The silence didn't last long.

"Well.....I guess we need another father and son talk" he said.
His tone was tentative, yet mildly sarcastic.

"Dad, ....its OK" I muttered. I was too exhausted to get into a deep
discussion...and much too turned on to get into a detailed discussion about
what had just happened. But I knew he was concerned.       

"Look" he said as he drew a deep breath. "The other night was because we
were both drunk and I pushed the issue.....tonight ....was different....I
wanted to do this..and you had every chance to stop...but you didn't.... I
think we need to talk...."

"There is nothing to talk about" I said. "What happened...happened" I
continued with a resolved tone that even surprised me.

"That's not good enough" he said. "Tonight I sucked your cock and made you
suck mine....that's more than a couple of drunk friends jerking off
together....a lot more...your my son, and you're only 16 years old".

I was confused, but completely turned on. I was also aware that I had seen a
whole new side of my father...a very intimate, dominant side. He had drawn
me in....even seduced me. But he had given me the opportunity to stop
this...and I had not.

"OK! Enough!" I said. I don't want to talk about it.....I've had sex with my
father twice in the past week..how do you think that makes me feel?!!!  This
is too weird!

"It's weird for me too, son".. he said hesitantly. " But I liked it and I
think you did too..otherwise you would have stopped it". 

By now I was agitated and breathing faster. My father's head was lying on my
stomach and he could feel this turmoil..not to mention the fact that my cock
was rock hard and leaning against the side of his head even as he spoke. 

"Dad, I don't know...maybe this is happening because mom is away....maybe
its just a stupid experiment.....I don't know.....but I didn't start
it....you did!..I just felt like I had to go along....and then I liked
it.......". I felt ashamed, but what I had said was true, and the emotion
was beginning to overcome me. I didn't like admitting that he had this
power...but I had been a willing participant.

He rolled over and put his head close to mine. "I understand son" he said in
a soft determined voice. "So how about this for a man to man deal....just
here in the family... I still want it....I want more sex with you. If you
want to stop, say so now and its all over. If not, I'm going to keep asking
for it....you can say no anytime"

He slowly reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. Very slowly he
jerked it......and stared at me.

I thought for a minute...the words " I don't want to do this anymore" sprang
to mind....... but what came out of my mouth was "OK".  He moved his head
down to my cock and took it deep into his mouth and sucked for a moment.
Then he got up from the floor and said "I'm going to bed", and left the room. 

I lay there in stunned silence trying to assess what I had just done. I knew
what this meant. He would be approaching me for sex....probably often and
forcefully in the next few weeks....but I could say no. I had put myself in
a compliant role...yet I had the power to say no.....how was I going to
handle this? 

As I lay there on the living room floor, the fantasies raced through my
head. I began to masturbate and ended with a loud moan as my cum covered my
chest. Once again I ran my fingers through the thick liquid and brought them
to my lips to taste.

That night I slept like a log and didn't wake up until almost noon. As I lay
in bed thinking over the previous night's activity, I was surprised once
again by my lack of
guilt. "I've had sex with my father" I kept saying to myself quietly. I kept
repeating this like it was some sort of bizzare mantra, hoping that if I
said it enough it would sink in, and I would have some sort of profound
insight that would set off an extreme emotional reaction. It never came.
Then as I ruminated more, it finally dawned on me that maybe I already knew
how I felt....confused, more than a little weird, but basically OK. After
all, we had always been very close. He was in fact my best friend...even
though he was my dad. Finding a reference point was the hard part. Most of
my friends liked their dads, some of them didn't get along with their
parents at all, but none of them had the type of close relationship that I
did with my father. In fact they envied me. My friends were always telling
me how "cool" my parents were, especially my father, and said they wish they
had a dad like mine. 

I took stock of what I felt sure of: The sex, both times was really hot even
if I had been a bit embarassed. Also I felt strange being the "compliant"
one..the one who had to be forced or cajoled into sex. This was not my
style...I was basically a pretty aggressive person when it came to sex (or
at least trying to get it) with my girlfriend and other girls in the past.
But Dad was also very  aggressive                 .....especially last
night, and  I was still reeling from the intensity of his approach to me. He
really knew what he wanted.......had he been thinking about this for a long
time?? Also, I was still unsure about this scene and where it might lead. I
decided to let him make the next move. After all I had "NO" power...wether
he said so or not. I knew my dad would never "really" force me to do
something like this if I did not want to.

The next "move" didn't take long. When I went downstairs to get breakfast,
my father was in the kitchen wearing only his jockey shorts.....this was not
how he usually walked around the house.

"Hi" he said brightly.
"Hi" I responded, noticing as I always did whenever he was partially
clothed, how handsome his body was...all muscles and hair. 
"Are we still talking?"  he said in his usual kidding manner but with a hint
of caution.
"Only if you do my laundry for the rest of your life" I said, feigning
anger. He laughed and said "Screw you punk"
I went to the sink and began running the faucet to get some water. He came
over to me and put his arm around my shoulder standing very close, and
kissed me on the cheek like he often did. I just smiled...melting
inside....things were still the same. He could always charm me and make me
feel good. But it was hard to reconcile this familiar fatherly affection
with the intense passionate sweating man that had been pounding his cock
into my mouth the night before. This was a shift I was going to have to work
at assimilating I realized.

He kept his arm around my shoulder and stood close..waiting for something. I
just pulled away and went to the shelf for a glass. Could he possibly want
sex again...so soon?! After all it had been more than a week between our
last two encounters! But then I remembered his words from last night....that
he wanted to continue having sex and would keep asking. "Oh boy ! " I
thought..."When is mom coming home?"

I moved to the sink, filled the glass with water,and drank it down. He
hadn't moved
and I looked down and saw the bulge in his underwear. Without a word he
reached down and put his hand on my crotch, very gently cupping my balls and
cock in his hand. "I've got to go into the office for awhile in an hour" he
said.  "How about a little fun before I go?" His tone was expectant but
almost quietly respectful. I leaned forward with both hands on the counter.
He still held my crotch,and the flash of irritation at this intrusion was
belied by my cock starting to get hard. I couldn't say anything for a few
moments while my mind raced..then I muttered "OK".

That was all that was said for the next 15 minutes. He led me into the
living room, knelt in front of me and stripped off my sweatpants. Then he
began sucking my cock, licking my balls and inner thighs and generally
working me into a frenzy of passion. Then he pushed me to the floor and
started jerking me off while he sucked me. All this time I had said nothing.
I had stared in facination at the sight his head working my crotch as I
stood over him. Now I stared in equal facination as I lay on my back and
tilted my head up to see him lustfully sucking me.  All I could do at this
point was moan loudly as I started to feel the cum rise from my balls.
Hesitantly, I reached my hands down and grabbed his head. Then I came in his
mouth...long hot streams...with my hips bucking..and he swallowed it all. 

Then he pulled off his underwear exposing his raging hard on, and lay on top
of me. He took my wrists and moved my hands over my head, as he stretched
the full length of his body over mine. His cock was hard and rubbing against
my belly, and I had quick intense images of my mother...was this what it was
like to be fucked by him?? Is this how it felt?? His face was close, and he
leaned in to kiss me. As I felt his lips descend I involuntarily opened my
mouth and his tongue entered.

I was completely consumed at this point. His body was touching mine at every
possible point, as he continued to fuck my belly. I was acutely aware of how
hairy he was. I could feel the heat of his heavy body as he rocked faster
and faster on top of me. His tongue stayed in my mouth frantically massaging
my insides....I could smell the fresh sweat from his armpits as they moved
close to my face while he held my wrists extended above my head. Then he
started to cum. As he heaved above me, lifting off for a second and then
plunging down again, I could feel the hot liquid begining to mash onto my
chest and belly and mix with the dark thick hair on his chest.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me still holding my wrists above my
head. He took his tongue from my mouth and just lay there. I felt like I had
been in a wrestling match at school, and the referee had just stopped the
action. But this was better. The feel of his heavy body on mine, his sweat,
his body hair, the smell... it was all incredible. I didn't move, fearing he
would get off. Finally after a few moments he stirred, and said "Ready to
say Uncle?"  (still the disarming humor). 

"Uncle" I said weakly. Then I brought my knee up gently banged it into his
crotch.  He yelped and rolled off me. Like only a few hours ago I was laying
on the living room floor covered with his cum and sweat....only this time it
was less of a shock...and felt all too familiar. After a minute he reached
back up over his head and reached for my crotch. What he found was a very
hard cock. "Well,  well,  what do we have here?" He said in mock surprise. 

"Nothing for you, you rapist asshole" I said in mock anger. "Go to the
office..and take a shower before you go so everyone else won't have to smell
your hairy-ass body" I added in mock disgust". 

He chuckled as he got up and said "You'll know it when you get raped by me
you sissy". Then he grabbed my thigh and gave it a squeeze as he headed off
to the bathroom saying over his shoulder "What are you doing today anyway?"

"Playing basketball..and jerking off...you pervert" I yelled as he
disappeared down the hall. 

"Well at least you're good at basketball" he yelled back.  
     
I laughed out loud.


 Thanks again for all the letters and descriptions of your personal experiences.
 I'll keep trying to answer them all....