Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700 From: jake7@electriciti.com Subject: FIRST TIME WITH MY DAD Chapter 5 I woke up in a dark room, on my parents' bed. For a moment I had quick sense of panic trying to figure out where I was. Then, the day's events slowly crept into my awareness, and I rolled over to look at the clock radio beside the bed. It was 8:00 PM..I had been asleep for three hours! I turned over on my back and stared into the darkness of the ceiling. I was exhausted. What a day! The encounter with my Dad this morning on the living room floor, then basketball all afternoon with the guys , then the "cleaning" I got from him when I got home. Things had clearly changed. This was becoming evident as I languished in the soft folds of my parents' bedding and my mind wandered off in that soft post sleep hypnogogic state of floating, clear awareness. What the hell was going on here?! Just when I had gotten to the point of thinking I could handle the recent sexual encounters/experiments with my father...handle them mostly by thinking humorously about them, even though they were such a turn on....then he goes and does this! Where did he learn that stuff? Has he done this with other men? Why did that feel so good?! Where the hell was this going?! I smiled lazily as I thought of what had happened a few hours earlier. Boy, my dad sure knew how to turn me on...but boy could he get intense! He seemed to be pushing me..probing (so to speak) further and further. A worrisome thought flashed across my mind...what if I said "no" and he didn't stop? Our deal (his deal?) was that I could stop anytime....still, he had said he would keep trying...keep asking for sex. Perhaps I should try the "no" option...just to see what would happen. But, I thought, why say no? Aside from the very uncomfortable feelings early on in this afternoon's episode, it was great. Hell, who wouldn't be embarassed?! I thought I had had some pretty strange fantasies during my j/o sessions alone at night..... but none of them included someone licking me all over while I was soaked in sweat!.....licking my armpits! licking my asshole!...a finger up my ass!.. And...it felt good....once I gave in......My mind screeched to a halt. Those last fleeting words rolled back across the screen of the darkened ceiling above.."once I gave in". I turned them over slowly in my mind. They fit...but not quite. I was "giving in", but I was also "getting"...getting new things. What was different? I had to admit I felt closer to my dad. Hell, who couldn't after what he had done with me. But "closer" wasn't the right word either...I had never felt "not close" to him. Maybe "comfortable" was a better word....comfortable with him and myself...about sex. He had more access to me.....I had given him more access..hmmmm. My stomach rumbled and I realized I hadn't eaten since morning. "Enough of this analytic bullshit" I thought as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and walked across the dark room toward the light in the hall. It wasn't until I was at the bottom of the stairway that I realized I was still naked. But I thought "who cares" and headed off through the family room to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the end of the couch in his bathrobe. He was reading a book, and at first didn't even realize I had entered the room. Then he looked up quickly, as if surprised, and said "Hey, sleepyhead..thought you were zonked out for the night...nice suit". His humor was initialy lost on me....then I grinned at his remark...and the foolish feeling of standing there naked in the middle of the room. "Glad you like it" I responded. "I had your tailor make it..and charged it to you". I heard him chuckle as I headed for the kitchen where I devoured the last half of a cold pizza and some warm Coke that was sitting out on the counter. After a few minutes I returned to the room and saw him still engrossed in his book. I grabbed the woven blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and lay down on the couch with my legs curled up and covered myself with the warm scratchy blanket. My feet were toward him and he looked up momentarily at me and smiled as he grabbed my ankles. He pulled both my ankles into his lap, adjusted his book and returned to his reading. After a few minutes, I started to doze off feeling wonderfully tired and relaxed........and glad to have him close. I felt his hand begin to caress my leg, and I uncrossed my ankles in his lap and let it continue. My cock got hard, and I started to drift deeper into sleep as his hand reached my crotch. After awhile he clicked off the reading lamp, got up, and knelt quietly beside the couch. He lifted the blanket and lowered his mouth to my cock. I could feel the thick hair of his chest against my leg, and my tongue stirred unexpectedly in my mouth. Then, as I drew a long breath and fell into a deep sleep...he sucked me softly until I came. -------------------------------- -------------- A few months ago I had gone with my friend to pick up his mother at a lecture at the University. The trade off for him getting the family car for a few hours (he had just gotten his license) that night was that he had to drop her off and pick her up. Upon hearing this, he and I had made immediate plans to drive around town, go to all the places our friends hung out and basically flaunt the fact that "we" had a car for the night. Most of our plans didn't materialize, but we did have fun in the parking lot at the local mall. We went to a far corner of the lot and he let me drive. We ended up at the University almost 30 minutes early, and walked into the back of the lecture hall. His mother was a psychologist, and the guest lecturer was some famous woman shrink who had just written a book. As I stood at the back of the hall I realized a couple of things...it was full older people (no nice looking girls) and the speaker was really attractive. I started to pay attention to what she was saying and quickly realized that I didn't understand much of it. But one thing she said stuck in my mind. It was something to the effect that people "learn more about themselves that is really of value when they are asleep rather than when they are awake". She continued on about "solving problems at the unconsious level" and a lot more that sounded pretty stupid to me at the time. I decided to tune out what she was saying and tried to imagine what she looked like naked........ ----------------------------------- --------- When I woke up the next day it was well into the afternoon. I left the couch and wandered sleepily into the kitchen where I found a note from my dad. He would be back late that evening. I made a huge sandwich, grabbed a quart of milk and went back into the living room to eat. As I sat there crosslegged on the floor I decided not to turn on the TV. I sat in silence and ate. When I was done I found myself wondering why I felt so mellow...almost spacey. At first I attributed it to the many hours of much needed sleep. Then I found myself thinking about what that woman shrink had said at the lecture....then thoughts of my dad and me. But the "dad/sex" thoughts didn't seem as emotionally charged as usual......neither as bothersome..nor as tittilating....nor as complicated. I felt like I understood a lot more...but I couldn't put words to it. When my dad returned late that night I was in bed. He walked carefully into my dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. I rolled over and said "Hi". He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and said "Hi sport". Then his hand reached under the covers and gently grabbed my thigh. I leaned my head back against the pillow and put my hands behind my head. His hand moved to my crotch, and my cock began to get hard. A faint murmur of appreciation came from his silhouette, back lit from the hall light. He pulled back for a moment and began to unbutton his shirt. I took a deep breath and said "Dad, I don't want to do this...I need to go to sleep" His hand didn't stop massaging my cock, but it slowed considerably, and the change in the energy in the room was palpable. But he kept rubbing my cock. "Dad, I'm tired"......my voice lost a bit of firmness at the end of this message, and I wished it had come out differently. Still he kept rubbing..but more slowly. Then after a long moment he sighed and said "OK sport". But there was a clear edge in his voice. "Sleep tight...we'll talk in the morning" he said as he leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder, pulled the covers back up over me and left the room. Now I was fully awake. I lay there for a few minutes and heard him walk to the bathroom, then back to my parent's bedroom and close the door. I was suddenly aware that I was sweating and that my cock was very hard. I reached down and began to jerk off......strangely fearful that he would hear me through the walls.....then I came. As my cum flooded over my stomach and chest I found myself reaching down and frantically mashing my open palm against my belly...rubbing quickly to capture the hot sperm. I brought my hand to my face and licked it off like a hungry kid....then reached down for more. It was a hurried ritual..till my stomach was dry and matted with the last remains...and my face was smeared and drying. I fell into an angry, satisfied sleep........ with my tongue raking around the inside of my mouth. The cum taste was mine......a safe, secure familiar taste. But it didn't quite satisfy..... ----------------------------------- ---------- There was tension in the air the next morning as I passed my father in the hall on the way to the bathroom. He smiled at me and said "Want some breakfast?"... but there was a strained tone to his voice. "Sure, if your cooking" I responded. I went down to the kitchen after my shower and sat across the table from him. He was slowly eating a huge stack of pancakes and I began to dig into the ones he had put on my plate. After an unusual silence he said "You angry at me or something?" "Nope" I said between bites. "Is this getting too heavy...what's happening between us?" "Nope" I said, trying to sound offhand. He waited a minute then said "Learn any new words at school lately?" "Nope" I responded trying to stiffle a laugh. "Are those the best pancakes you've ever tasted?" "Nope" I said, staring down at my plate...knowing that if I looked at him we would both start laughing....or start a serious father/son talk. "That's strange" he muttered, acting perplexed..."Because I jerked off into the bater". As always, his timing was perfect. A laugh, actually half laugh half gurggle burst forth from my mouth. It was accompanied by the large gulp of milk I had just taken exploding from my nose and running down my chin. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. "You asshole!" I managed to yell through my choking laughter as I headed for the paper towels at the kitchen counter. He sat chuckling at the table. "Next time try jerking off into the microwave" I said while blowing my nose. "But turn it on, and wrap your dick in tin foil before you stick it in" Now we were both laughing....at the absurd image of him jerking off into a bowl of pancake bater (which of course he didn't).....but mostly because the tension was broken. We were still OK.....but things had changed..I had said "No"....and he had accepted it...at least that was the way it seemed. The next three days were very busy for both of us. He worked late each night, and even went out of town overnight once. I was completely consumed with school, track meets, and even the unexpected surprise of my girlfriend sneaking over to my house the night my dad was out of town. She was getting unusually bold about our meetings and I loved it. She even brought rubbers! We ended up fucking lustily for a couple of hours...in my parents bed...before she looked at the clock and realized she had to run home before her parents found she was gone. Two nights later I was finishing my homework/reading Sports Illustrated at the old roll top desk in my room when dad got home. I heard him come in and yelled "Hey Dad". "Hey Son" he responded from downstairs. I heard him tramping up the stairs and entering my parents' bedroom. After a few minutes he emerged and I heard him walk into my room. I was absorbed in reading an article in Sports Illustrated and didn't look up. But I was standing in front of my desk leaning forward with a hand on either side of the desk. I was wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He came up behind me and slapped me on the butt..his hand remaining on by ass, "How's it going stranger" he said. "OK" I muttered. I was focused on the article and just glanced to my left, noting that he wore only a towel wrapped around his waist. He must be heading for the shower,I thought. "Well don't let me interrupt you Mr. Sociable" he said sarcastically still keeping his hand on my ass....and rubbing slightly. "Huh?...ya..just let me finish this story" I said...only half hearing him. He stayed standing close to me with his hand on my ass, and began to lightly squeeze my cheeks...his hand moving back and forth with a deliberate motion. I was still engrossed in the article, but suddenly realized in the back of my mind that he was not going to go away....that he was forcing the issue. I quickly tabulated the days since we had our last "encounter"...it had been awhile. And, while I had been feeling a bit full of myself for having exercised my "No" option.....I had also been very horny even after my secret fuck with my girlfriend. I continued to read while bent over the desk. He leaned a bit closer and started to push his fingers down into the crack of my ass as his right hand passed from cheek to cheek. He was saying nothing while he did this...which was unlike him. This made me begin to pay attention to what was going on...and made me a bit anxious. After a minute, I started to straighten up and move away from the desk. His left hand came firmly down on my shoulder blades, and he said "Keep reading". I reflexively bent back down over the desk, and a wave of anxiety swept through my stomach. It passed quickly and I started to straighten again, until I heard a more stern, immediate command...."Stay down". My stomach clenched, and my head jerked around to the left to look at him. His eyes penetrated mine...as if they had been waiting for my gaze. I bent over...half angry..half willing....mostly turned on...and a bit scared. He stayed positioned at my left hip, with his left hand still placed between my shoulders, and his right hand on my ass. I could feel his cock geting hard through the towel as it pressed against my hip. "Thought I'd give you something nice..kiddo..since we haven't done anything in a few days" he said softly. "Are you in the mood?" "Come on Dad....." I said half-heartedly. It was a feeble statement, given my surprise at his stern tone...and the sexual energy I felt racing through me. He reached quickly, with his left hand and grabbed my crotch. He began squeezing my balls firmly while continuing to massage my ass. There was a directness, a tension about his grasping, and it caught me off guard. I said nothing. He kept up his massage and leaned a bit closer. I could feel his erection against my left hip through the towel. It was clear that he wasn't going to stop, and wasn't going to say anything until I spoke. I weighed the uneasiness I felt at his bluntness. His words had asked...but the tension of his presence was demanding. I was stuck for something to say, and my cock was getting hard quickly as he rubbed it. This continued for a long minute as he rubbed more roughly, and I got very hard. Then the silence was broken. "Well?" he said, in a husky, urgent voice...still the demanding tone. I turned my head to the left and up a bit, somehow thinking that this motion would make an answer spring from my lips.....nothing came out. A long few seconds of silence passed..... and the answer became evident to both of us. I could feel his eyes drilling through me. I turned my head back and lowered it in silence. I heard a brief intake of breath, and its ragged release. Like a winning poker player whose opponent has just laid down his cards. I felt his hand brush my left hip as he dropped the towel from his waist. He stepped back quickly and moved behind me, grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants on both sides and pulling them down around my ankles. He reached down and lifted each ankle out and tossed the sweatpants aside. He grabbed my right ankle and yanked it out to spread my legs wide apart. Then he stood back in his original position at my left hip, only closer now. His left hand grabbed my balls again, and I heard a wet sucking sound as his fingers went to his mouth. My mind was spinning at the quickness, the determination of his actions, and I realized for the first time what it felt like when fear mixes with sexual excitement. What happened next was not really new.. I had felt it once before.. a few days ago, but this time it was not in the context of the "cleaning" I had received...the lengthy sensual encounter. Now it was direct and explicit. His wet fingers decended to my ass and, after gently rubbing the rim of my asshole for a few seconds, his thick middle finger forced its way in. I started to jerk upward, more from being startled than from the pain. His left hand quickly left my balls and grabbed the back of my neck pushing it down. My focus went back to my ass as he pushed in deeper. It hurt, at the rim, as the thick finger went in and I could feel the rest of his hand pushing against the cheeks of my ass. But I was surprised at the room that I seemed to offer inside myself. The surprise was jolted to another level as his finger touched something inside me that shot a streak of intense pleasure to my cock. I groaned loudly and braced myself as his finger began to move like a piston at full length in and out of my ass. I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my hip as he finger fucked me and my thoughts exploded...alternating between the intense pleasure and pain I was feeling. I wanted to say something, but the situation overwhelmed me. I felt at once like a school boy bent over for a caning...embarassed, humiliated...then, at the same time like a peer with someone who was treating me to a great new sexual experience....and taking complete charge of me. Then he pulled his finger out and moved behind me. He fell to his knees, and I felt each of those big hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them. A couple of seconds passed, and I didn't need to turn around to know what the pause was for. In my mind I could see that intense sexual stare on his face...that look that had scared me when I first saw it... but at later times had turned me on with its intensity. He was savoring the view of my ass....splayed open before him...held in his hands..his for the taking. Then his face decended. At first with a thrust..and his tongue plunged into my asshole. He held it there for a brief second and then began circling it around inside me. Then it came out and he began licking. Licking my crack from top to bottom.....licking my hole..licking the inside of my cheeks....them plunging it back into me. I could feel the muscles in my rectum relax as they were soaked with his spit and massaged with his tongue. It was relentless and continued on and on. I was in ecstasy and could only moan and whimper. At one point I bent my head down and looked through my spread legs. I saw my father.......from the neck down. That thick hairy body, kneeling.....his cock huge and hard sticking out...as his face wreaked havoc on my ass. I didn't dare move my hands from the desk...they were holding me up, now that my knees had turned to jello. But my cock was out of control. It was jerking involuntarily and I was going to come. Between groans and my frantic breathing I choked out the words "Dad, please...I'm gonna ......" He never stopped. His face was buried in my ass crack. His lips and tongue were still assaulting me with incredible pleasure. He just removed his hands from my cheeks and reached around my waist. One big hand grabbed my balls, the other cupped the end of my cock. This touch was all it took. I started pumping out streams of hot cum into his hand....groaning and calling out his name as I spasmed. His mouth never left my ass. Then in my orgasmic haze, I felt him move his right hand away from the end of my cock. His face pulled back for a second, and the palm full of cum was wiped deep into my ass crack. Then the licking continued. Later...much later it seemed he pulled back and stood up. He grabbed my side and turned me around. I faced him on shakey knees and looked into his eyes for a brief moment. But it was clear there was nothing to say at this point. I dropped to my knees and stared at the rock hard nine inchs that was bobbing and dripping in front of me. His hand went to the top of my head...but it wasn't necessary. I moved my face forward and began to suck him. I looked up as that huge cock started to fuck my face. I was completely spent and felt almost inadequate because all I was going to do was suck him off after what he had just done to me. I felt completely in his service. I opened as wide as I could, and stared up at him as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts....my face was a cunt. And I gave myself over to the pure passive pleasure of the act. Then something wordless shifted deep inside me, and the world went into slow motion. As I stared up at him seeing his face contorted with pleasure, rocking back and forth above those big hairy pecs, the smell of his sexual sweat stirring through my nostrils, my right hand raised and moved slowly up his thigh. It cupped his big hairy balls as they banged against my chin. My face was stretched in a painful lust as I tried to accomodate the size of his cock..it felt so good. I could feel his thick foreskin stretched back over the tip, and raking frantically across my tongue. My hand moved slowly behind his balls and I felt the sweaty hair that led to his crack. His knees bent as he lowered himself a bit involuntarily...caught up in the passion of his impending orgasm. Then my middle finger moved into his ass crack. It was damp and very hairy. And the pucker of his asshole was prominent. My finger felt it, and in the same motion I pushed upward and slowly, firmly, without hesitation drove my finger up into him...in concert with his thrusts. His eyes widened and he stared wildly at me. I saw a look of surprise as he kept plunging his cock into my mouth,,,quicker now. I stared at him and pushed my finger in deeper. He grunted....I twisted my finger and wagged the tip up inside him....and was sure I saw a quick look of puzzlement cross his face. Then he began to come. It started with a loud groan from between his clenched teeth, and grew into a violent act. He clutched my head, pulling at my hair as he released a flood of hot sperm into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could. I could smell the hot seed almost more than taste it as it poured down my throat. But I was still not fast enough, and some started to seep from the sides of my mouth. Moments later, when he was done fucking my mouth he stood over me sweating and heaving, his cock still in my mouth but getting softer. I pulled my finger from his ass slowly while still looking up at him. He stared at me for a long moment, then smiled slightly. "I think we're getting close to it , sport...aren't we?" he said, less as a question than a statement he expected me to accept. I let his cock fall from my mouth, and with streaks of cum out of both sides of my mouth I looked up at him and just nodded slightly. I knew what he meant......but I wondered if he knew what I meant.