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

Chapter 4

I played basketball that afternoon...for hours outdoors in the sun. I left
the intense sexual encounters of the past few days and the blur of thoughts
and emotions behind. I loved sports. I loved the competition, the running,
shooting, physical contact,  friendship, even the occasional fights.

It was always great to be with my jock buddies. Wether it was playing basketball
or running track or playing baseball or all the other sports we were
constantly obsessed with. We were teenagers..full of energy...good at what
we did and loving it. Life flowed through us in great waves as we endlessly
worked our bodies into better shape and admired how we were growing into
men. When together, we        joked and criticized each other about our size
and strength; about who had the biggest arm and leg muscles, the best
defined chest and stomach, the most body hair. There were 10-15 of us who
had been close since grade school and stayed close friends as we grew
through adolescence. We argued about life, about girls
and lied a lot about our experiences with both.

As I walked home late that afternoon, exhausted from the day-long workout, I
found my thoughts wandering back to my father and the recent change in our
relationship. As thoughts of our sex together raced over the surface of my
mind, I found them interspersed with images of my friends and many of the
other boys we
knew and spent so much time with in our athletic pursuits. I thought about
all the bodies I had seen...naked in locker rooms for so many years, or
partially clothed running around the basketball courts, raquetball courts,
and gymnasiums in which I had spent so much time. Older men, fathers,
coaches, young men my age......
I began to think of some of them differently. I began to realize that I had
always paid more attention to some of them. Not formal attention...rather,
an extra
almost fleeting attention...a subtle watchfulness. 

I thought about how I had noticed over the past year that one of the older
guys we hung out with had developed a very dark hairy chest...I had ,
without ever realizing it stared at his body from time to time admiring it.
I would also admire the thick forearms of my friend Jeff and how the blond
hair on his arms would lighten in the summer from the sun. And how, though
he was blond, the hair in his armpits was so thick and would darken when he
sweated on the basketball court.
I thought about all the cocks I had seen in so many locker rooms. It was a
strange sense of intimacy......cocks of all sizes..private parts...private
for who? I had seen them... we all had seen each others. All those hairy
crotches...those balls..the interesting way young men began to develop that
line of hair from their navel that led down to their pubic area. I began to
wonder how big some of my friends cocks would get when they were hard.

All these fleeting images seemed so vague compared to the forcefull,
explicit acts with my father. I knew exactly what his hairy chest felt like!
I knew exactly how big his cock was, how it tasted, even what his cum tasted
like....!!!
There was such a gap......I had been noticing other men almost subconciously
from a distance....wondering. Yet I had experienced my own father in such
intense physical intimacy...all of a sudden in the span of a couple of weeks. 

These two worlds seemed far apart, yet I had a feeling they would merge. I
laughed quietly to myself as I thought about how my friends and I had
fantasized for years about getting laid. How we had talked about it
endlessly since we were 13.
Then finally when we were 16 or 17 it had finally happened to some of us.
Some of the guys had bragged about their sexual adventures. Others, like
myself, had told some of my friends about the fact that my girlfriend and I
had finally "done it", but basically kept it quiet.
What a strange set of events to compare....fantasize for years about sex
with girls then after all the begging and pleading, finally get laid.
Compare that to...never (conciously) fantasizing about sex with a man, and
suddenly you're having intense sex with a man...and he is your father!  Was
I gay? Was my father gay? What the hell was going on?!! Why didn't I feel
more crazy about all this? Why did I think in some ways it was pretty
cool..as a private experiment? Why did I find it even humorous sometimes?
What would happen if I told one of my friends?

As the questions began to build and race through my mind, I realized they
were pushing the feelings of a great day out of my mind. I didn't want to
lose the joy of the day so I began to run the rest of the way home...smiling
to myself..running faster and faster, and sprinting the last three blocks to
my front door. I arrived drenched in sweat and walked in the front door with
a yell. "I'm home"

I had seen my dad's car in the driveway, but I did not get a response.
Walking quickly up the stairs to the second floor I realized why. My dad was
standing in his upstairs office talking intently on the phone. I walked into
his office and silently waved hello. While still talking, he winked at me
and motioned for me to come closer which I did. He had been pacing around
the room while talking on his cordless phone, and stopped in the middle of
the room with the phone to his ear. As I approached and stood close to him
he reached out and lightly grabbed my crotch while still talking on the phone.

I jumped, and tried to swipe his hand away, but he stepped closer and held
on, all the while continuing his animated conversation on the phone with
whom I could only assume was one of his business clients. He smiled at me
and winked again.
I rolled my eyes in mock disgust, put my hands on my hips and stared at the
ceiling
in an overly theatrical attempt at mild irritation. I was hoping to disuade
him by showing disinterest. He didn't let go. Instead he started to juggle
my balls in his hand like they were a pair of dice about to be thrown.

"Let go you jerk"  I said in a hissing wisper, trying to surpress a laugh.
He smiled a comically malevloent smile and shook his head "no".

I reached down with both hands and tried to remove his grip. This prompted
him to say quickly to whoever was on the phone "Listen, I gotta go...I'll
talk to you later".
He took the phone from his ear and thumbed the "off" button, then tossed the
phone on his desk. "Well well what do we have here?" he said looking at my
hands trying to undo his hands from my crotch. He was smiling in mock
amazement and 
trying to contain his chuckling at the funny picture we presented standing
there in the middle of his office.

"Let go you old goat" I said, trying not to laugh.....but paying more
attention to the fact that I was starting to get hard. "I've got to take a
shower and clean up"

"You look clean to me" he said with mock naivete. He had put his right arm
around my shoulders and started walking me out of the office room and across
the hall to my parents bedroom..with his left hand securely grabbing my
balls through my gym shorts. "How were the hoops today" He said in his best
"pretend to be interested" voice which always made me laugh.

"Just fine" I said..."I told all my friends my father was a pervert and I
was about to turn him in to the police"

"Really" he said, raising his eyebrows and chuckling. "Did you tell them
about how 
much you liked sucking my dick"

"Liked it.... my ass" I said. "You forced me...and I'm telling the whole
world you're 
a sicko...I can't wait to see you on the evening news being led away to
prison to be raped by every big black guy in the world" By now we were both
laughing and getting into our usual father/son bantering mode. But he still
had me "by the balls"
as we entered the bedroom.

"Really dad...get serious, I want to get cleand up..I'm soaked"  I said.
While I was
still in good humor, I was a bit irritated at his fooling around. Mostly
because while sex (in general) was what I had been thinking about as I
arrived home, it was not what I had planned to do. I was uncomfortable now
because I was very hot and sweaty and like any 16 year old,  self concious
about my body in close situations at times like this.

"Cleaned up?" he said. "No problem kiddo...I'll clean you up" He was still
being 
lighthearted and offhand in his remarks, but I sensed a bit of seriousness
creeping into his voice as he led me to the bed. He let go of my balls and
pushed me gently down on the edge of the bed. I sat there as he knelt down
in front of me and began to untie my Nike's and remove my socks. He got them
off and stood up and reached for the bottom of my shirt. He pulled it up and
I reflexively raised my arms
for him to take it off. He stared at me for a moment.

"What the hell is he up to?" I thought. "Is this some game...does he want to
take a shower with me...or give me a bath?" I grinned silently at the
thought..how corny can you get?......neither thought was close to the truth.

"Stand up" he said with a bit of an edge to his voice. I did, and he pulled
my shorts
down so I could step out of them. I had only my jock strap left as I stood
in front of him. He leaned forward and put his mouth on my crotch...on my
sweaty jock strap, and began to lick it while inhaling deeply. After a few
minutes (by now I was very hard) he reached up and stripped the jock strap
off and pushed me back down on the bed. As I lay there puzzled, and even a
bit turned off by what he had just done, he unbuttoned his shirt, took it
off and stood over me. He was wearing only the jeans he had worn to the
office and his socks.

The room was warm, and his physical attention had kept me sweating the whole
time. Now he knelt between my legs as I lay on the bed. He pushed my legs
open wider and leaned down to my crotch with his hands on either side of me.
Then he
pushed his head slowly toward my balls and began to lick my scrotum. With
long slow sweeps of his tongue he surrounded my balls, tilting his head from
side to side as he went, in order to get at every inch. I squirmed a bit,
twisting my hips.
It was starting to feel awfully good, but I was still embarrassed about
lying there so sweaty and needing a shower. I reached down to grab my rigid
cock hoping to jerk off and maybe hurry this unexpected encounter along. But
my dad intercepted my hand as it arrived at my cock. He reached up and
grabbed it, without missing a stroke with his tongue, and held it for a
brief moment. Then he raised his head and moved my fingers to his mouth. He
started with my thumb, putting it in his mouth. He sucked it firmly moving
it in and out of his mouth, the slowly did the same to each of my fingers.
Then he licked my sweaty palm, the back of my hand and up to my wrist. After
which he pushed my hand away up toward my chest, and started back to licking
my balls, and moving slowly to lick my right thigh. 

It dawned on me that this session might not end quickly.....there was
something very methodical about what he was doing. The intense, deliberate,
almost athletic
passion he had expressed in our recent sexual encounters seemed hidden. It
was there...I could feel it..but now it was much more controlled. He was
still in charge but now he was setting a different pace. I took a ragged
breath and tried to fit my 
sweaty unease and raging need to cum into the sensual glove that was
beginning to enclose me. It was difficult......he was relentless and
tortuously slow as he moved down my right leg to the
ankle...licking..deeply, thoroughly licking and gently biting with his teeth
and lips. I tried to imagine what he would do next. This question was
answered as he moved to my left ankle and began to work his way 
up to my thigh.

My unease at having someone licking my sweating body began to be overcome by
how good it was starting to feel. But I was still self concious. I tried to
find a bit of comfort by imagining what it would feel like to do to someone
what my dad was doing to me. The bodies I knew started to crowd my
thoughts...my girlfriend......the other young women whom  I had kissed and
felt prior to losing my virginity.....my male friends...my dad... It became
a swirl of mirror images in my mind. As he licked my inner thigh, I imagined
myself doing the same to one of the guys at the gym. As he moved his tongue
up to my hip, I thought of my girlfriend and what it would be like to lick
her so thoroughly there. But the images kept collapsing back to my dad, to
his body. What would it feel like to do this to him?

I heard a small groan escape my lips as he began licking my cock...but only
briefly,
because now he was moving upward. I could feel his hot breath on my navel as
his tongue decended and moved slowly up from my pubic hair. Then it  pushed
into    my navel and I could feel the rough dark stuble on his cheek raking
across my belly. The images loomed again, now enhanced by the real feel and
smell of him.
What would it be like to lick his sweating stomach.....? Different from
this. He was so hairy..all that thick dark hair that covered his chest. That
thick dark line that ran from below his furry chest down to his groin, where
it exploded into a thick deep
bush of pubic hair..licking that would feel different from what he was doing
to me. 

Now he was moving higher. His tongue moved to my nipples.  His stuble and
mouth covered one of them, as he carefully licked and sucked. What would
this be like if I did it to him....? His hair would be thick ...his nipples
almost hard to find beneath all the long dark curls..what would that feel
like?....all that hair against my tongue...those big purple/brown nipples of
his. What would it feel like to open my mouth wide and try to gently bite
one of his large sculpted pecs? Now he was leaning back down near my navel
and starting long slow strokes that ended with his tongue almost at my neck.
These continued with the same deliberate tension and it was driving me nuts!
He was hunkered over me now, and I could feel his crotch rubbing against
mine. The large stretch of his hard cock pushed at me through his jeans.

My arms were at my sides with my fists clenching at the feel of each long
lick and the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks as they dragged across my
belly, my sides and chest. I was groaning now at each trip of his tongue, my
head rocking slowly from side to side. I opened my eyes and stared down at
the top of his head as he decended back down. He was holding himself up with
both arms, his palms flat on the bed on either side of me. As the late
afternoon sun shone through
the window from behind him, I noticed the thick dark hair in his armpits
splayed out and shining with dampness. The image of a bat's wings flashed
through my mind as the sun illuminated the thick long strands. I twitched as
his teeth gently grabbed my right wrist...then released, as his tongue
started up my forearm to my biscep, then back down again..then up. Then he
took hold of my wrist and raised my arm up over my head, pushing my hand
toward the wooden spindles of the bed's head
frame. I made a feeble attempt to pull my arm back down, but it was to no
avail. He
held it there as his tongue started at my rib cage and worked slowly up to
my armpit where he buried his mouth. "Oh God!"  I thought as I squirmed and
convulsed beneath him. How could he do that? How could he like that?.....Why
did it feel so good?! My initial embarassment yielded to the intense
pleasure, and the feeling of being overcome by him. He continued to cover my
armpit with his mouth and run his tongue through the sweaty dark
hair....slowly deeply licking while he breathed in through his nose. AllI
could do was groan and writhe beneath him.
When he was finished he leaned over and forced his tongue into my mouth and
held it there while he ground his mouth and scratchy cheeks into my face.
Then he moved to my other arm and did the same. It seemed to take forever as
he licked up and down the inside of my bisept and pushed his tongue flat
against the damp hair then captured it between his lips and pulled up...as
if he wanted every drop of sweat to find its way into his mouth. 

I could feel my cock twitching involuntarily...slapping up and down against
my belly.
There was a pool of precum filling my navel and running down my side, and I
knew I couldn't last much longer. I moaned through my haze of pleasure
"Dad..please stop....please finish me off!..I can't stand it!" By now he had
finished with my armpits, neck and shoulders and had moved down to where he
was kneeling between my legs. "I'm not done yet" he said in a husky tone as
he reached each of his hands under my thighs and roughly lifted my legs up
forcing my knees toward my chest. I was so disoriented at this point that it
didn't dawn on me what he was going to do until his face decended between my
thighs and I felt his tongue below
my scrotum and I felt his unshaven cheeks on the deep insides of my thighs.

"Oh Dad..NO" I said. The words left my brain as a strong declarative, somewhat
fearful statement. By the time they reached my lips they came out in a
pleading almost whimpering tone. What intervened was the electric shock that
raced through my body as his tongue forcefully penetrated my rectum. I
gasped and drew a frantic ragged breath. I couldn't believe what was
happening! I struggled and squirmed at first....half from the embarassment
and even repulsion at what he was doing..and half from the incredible
feeling of pleasure at this first ever experience.
But it was clear there was no stopping him. His huge hands held my legs
back. Each one firmly grasping behind each of my knees, pushing them against
my chest as he continued his assault. His long thick arms were extended
straight out 
above his head. I could feel his forearms against the back of my thighs and
the hot sweaty hair of his underarms raking across the insides of my
upturned buttocks as his face plunged deeper and deeper. I had never felt so
vulnerable...so helpless.
He held me there for almost ten minutes while he licked my asshole and every
inch of my crack time and again, and repeatedly forced his tongue into me. I
could only 
moan through my ever quickening breathing...and submit. "What else could
possibly happen after this?...what could ever feel this good?" I thought.
Cumming
would be almost anti climactic!

When he was done, he moved quickly to a kneeling postion between my legs and
yanked down his jeans to expose his rock hard cock. My legs were now on his
shoulders and I stared up at him with a pleading speechless look. He started
to jerk his cock off and I reached for mine. "Don't touch it" he said...my
hand fell to my side. Then his stroking became faster. My eyes were moving
frantically from his crotch to his eyes..he was about to come.  Then just as
he was about to shoot, he reached his left hand down between my legs and
while staring into my eyes, pushed the middle finger of his left hand
firmly, all the way into my asshole. 

My mouth shot open as I gasped ...my eyes widened as felt his thick hairy finger
stretch the rim of my ass! Then in a swift move he pushed his thick meat
down and pointed it at my crotch and began to cum! I could feel the torrents
of hot juice covering my balls and pubic hair and gushing onto my stiff
cock. His teeth were clenched tightly and he was breathing in ragged spurts,
but his eyes never left mine. It took only that look...of utter animal
passion.....and another thrust of his finger..and I exploded. Cum poured
from my cock like I had never seen or felt before! I lay there spasming
helplessly with my hands in tight fists at my sides for at least 30 seconds.
When it was over, I was awash with cum..mine all over my chest and my
father's coating my crotch. He slowly pulled his finger from my ass,
then leaned forward and began to clean me off with his tongue. It took a
long time
as he worked over me..sometimes licking other times just pushing his lips
into the puddles of cum, raising his head slighly and running his tongue
over his lips. When he did the latter he would look up at me, then slowly
lower his head
to continue.  

I could only lay there in a helpless, spent daze. When he was done he moved
up and gently opened my mouth with his hand and pushed his cum coated tongue
into my mouth. Then he collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a long
time, stuck together with sweat and cum. It felt so good..so close..but my
mind started to race again. This had been awesome....but I knew it was more
than sex. Something else was going on here. Today he had been so
deliberate..so determined...so disciplined ...why?

I couldn't help but feeling that I was being taught.