Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 22:51:54 -0700
From: jake7@electriciti.com
Subject: First Time with Dad #6

I expect there was something in my eyes that made my dad pause for a minute.
He had stepped back a bit as his cock fell from my mouth, and he was staring
at me. I returned his gaze steadily, and a moment passed. I could see his
quick mind doing father/son calculations behind those handsome dark eyes.

Then a slight grin twitched at the corner of his mouth and his eyes dropped
a notch
from looking into mine to looking at my chin. I remembered that there was
cum dripping down from both sides of my mouth and blushed. As my hand lifted
up to wipe it away, he stepped forward and stopped it. Instead, he grabbed
the back of my head with one hand and placed the other quickly over my
mouth. Then he rubbed back and forth like a parent cleaning off a 3 yr. olds
face, chuckling while he tousled my hair.

"Here...finish it up kiddo...I never miss any of yours" he said hugging my
face close to his mid-section. I sank my teeth into his hairy stomach and
muttered "Phuuck you" as he playfully rubbed my face into his body and
yelled "Ouch". 

I was still on my knees......still weak and overcome by the intensity of
this latest bout, and the incredible pleasure and release. He knelt down in
front of me and placed  his thick arms on each of my shoulders. Then he
leaned forward and touched his forehead to mine.

"Talk time" he said.
"I'm going to bed" I responded wearily.
"Then we talk in the morning" he replied.
"Yeah..ok..." I said.

Going to bed turned out to be something different than I had planned. My dad
stood up, grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He put his arm
around my shoulder and led me to his bedroom. Once through the door, he took
me over to the large bed, slapped me on the ass playfully, and threw me onto
the far side of the bed. I went along willingly, too tired to complain. I
just pulled back the covers and crawled under.....exhausted, fulfilled and
sooo fucking tired. He got in on the other side and within minutes we were
both fast asleep.

Wake up for him was much earlier than for me. I heard him get up and leave
the room, then half awake when I rolled over some time later I heard the
shower running. I expect he had gone running and come back. Almost an hour
later, I opened my eyes and felt him by my side. I rolled over and saw him
laying beside me...naked, lying on top of the bed covers, reading a book and
sipping a cup of coffee. I stared at him from the side....silently scanning
his body and marveling at how hairy he was. I silently compared our
bodies....wondering what of him I would utimately inherit.

Legs...yes...mine were quite hairy even at 16. Crotch...yes..same. But his
chest!
I was amazed at the perfect symetry of the hair on his chest. So dark and
thick..
so perfectly arranged over that sculpted chest and stomach. I had no hair
there...but....

My mind began to wander, and I flashed back to the time when I was 13 and we
had had THAT talk. He had spent the better part of a weekend telling me
about "the birds and bees". Actually, he had used this reference only once
and in an offhand sarcastic manner. I remember loving the fact that he did
this....because it had implied that I was more grown up than most kids my
age. He always had a way of acknowledging my youth without making me feel
diminshed.  For as long as I could remember, the tone of his conversations
with me always implied that  I was his equal...as much as possible. My youth
was always acknowledged (sometimes with some very stern words) but the
expectancy of my manhood was always implicit and encouraged. 

My dad seemed to always have one foot in my youth (and the remembrance of his)
and the other in his view of me as an adult when we talked.......like he
knew what I would become, but could only do so much at any given time to
urge me on.

The word "respect" wafted up through my mind and began to focus my vacant
stare. As my focus increased I came back to the look of all that hair.....I
must have stirred a bit, because  without looking up from his book he lifted
his right hand and placed it on my head to lightly muss my hair. 

"Oh..you're awake"...he said..."I was just getting ready to call the
Undertaker... 
but I couldn't decide wether to have you laid out in a suit...or a prom dress"

"Eat my shorts...and go make breakfast" I replied lazily.

"The word is 'lunch' you sleep addicted sissy" he replied with a chuckle.
"It's already after noon......you've missed school. And, matter of fact...I
was just thinking about the note I'll need to write to your
teachers......Hmmm...Should I describe the events that led to your
oversleeping as 'a rim job' or simply call it an 'ass licking' " 

Oh shit!...my mind raced to remember what day it was....did I have Track
practice?..any tests? Thank God..no. I took a deep breath over this
realization, and figured  I was ahead of the game...not having to go to school.

" Call it teenage abuse you sicko......Then go make lunch...and do the
laundry while you're at it" I mumbled.

"No way Jose" he replied..pulling at my hair. "Go eat..clean up, and then
we're gonna talk...remember?"

"You're an uncaring,  ass-licking pervert" 

"Right...Snow White....and what have you been doing with the dwarfs lately?"
he replied, laying down his book and wrapping his arm around my head.

"Phuuk you...you hairy assed dwarf" I muttered loudly as he squashed my face
into his chest. He was giggling now and the ripples of laughter in his chest
bounced my face up and down. I couldn't help but laugh as I tried to wrestle
him out of this headlock, all the while liking the feeling of that thick
hair on my face.

He let go, still laughing, and I left to go shower and get something to eat.
As I left the bedroom, I tried to keep my face averted so he couldn't see
the grin that was
wrapped around my face......thinking of his remarks about the note to my
teachers.

45 minutes later I had eaten and showered and headed back upstairs to the
bedroom with a large mug of iced coffee (I never liked it hot). He was still
lying in the same position, naked on top of the bed covers, and absorbed in
his book.

I had thought a lot in my brief absence, and flopped down beside him trying
to act as casual as possible. I was wearing only my jockey shorts. My plan
had become to take the initiative.

"Dad, I've got some questions..."  After a brief moment, he put down the
book, took of his reading glasses, and turned to me. I saw a brief smile
flit across his mouth before he put on his "serious/attentive" face. I knew
the smile was still there
behind this visage.....and was probably a smile of appreciation at my being
so assertive about what was to come. I grinned silently at this knowledge.

"Dad, are you gay...or something" 
"No, to gay"...then he paused..."And 'maybe' to 'something' " 
"What does that mean" I asked.
"What it means" he said as he shifted his position and turned to face me,
lying on his side, "is that I'm not gay...but I do like sex with men
sometimes...but I have always liked sex with women ...especially your mother".
"What do you mean 'sex with men sometimes'...do you do this stuff a lot?"
"No, not for many years".
"Where did you learn all this stuff" I asked, feeling a bit uneasy at what
might come next.
"Partly from being a very horny teenager like you, and partly from when I
was in the Marines" he answered.
"The Marines!...you had sex with guys when you were in the Marines?"
"Yup....a bunch of them...when I was just a few years older than you are now"
"Who were they?"
"Other guys my age, but the main one was one of my officers who was  about
20 years older than me...we did it fairly often...until I met your mother
and we decided to get married."
I paused for a moment, trying to phrase the words to my next question carefully.
"How about since then..I mean since mom...." I held my breath.
"If what your asking is did I ever cheat on your mother, the answer is no"
I exhaled. Perhaps a bit to loudly.
"However", he continued "before you were born, your mother and I had what
some people call an 'open marriage' for a few years"   I held my breath again.
"What that meant was that we had sex with other couples..friends of
ours....we did it all together...sometimes two couples sometimes more ....
It was all basically in   
good fun...among friends....sometimes the sex was man to man...mostly it was
man to woman."

The image of my mother in bed with another man (men?) rushed through my head
like a freight train. The image of my father being present while it
happened, and even having sex with another man in my mother's  presence
started to cause the train to derail. My father must have seen this image
racing behind the silence of my widened eyes, and said:   
"Look, kiddo....that was a long time ago...we were a lot younger...times
were different..and maybe I shouldn't have told you this...but we have
always been honest...and since you asked...... 
"Nope...that's OK....just a bit hard to imagine......I mean you and
mom...and other people". I was breathing a bit heavily now. Partly from
trying to digest this new information....mostly from the strength it was
taking to try and convince myself that this wasn't turning me on. My mother
was, after all, very attractive. She was not even forty years old but looked
about 30. My cock was rock hard at this point, and I 
wondered how long I could keep my hands which were holding the iced coffee
in my lap to cover it. Then it dawned on me that this was a bit of a non-issue.
Because as I looked over at my dad, I saw that his cock was hard. He was
laying there, propped up one one elbow and looking at me. He was naked and
hard. I had only my jockey shorts on, with the head of my cock sticking out.

He cast his eyes down to my crotch, then looked up at me. The look in his
eyes was almost humorous,and said " who are you kidding?" I relaxed my arms
for a second, placed the coffee mug on the bed stand, took a deep breath and
took off my underwear.

I turned and looked at him, not knowing what to think or ask.

He smiled and said "Now it's my turn for questions".
"Forget it!" I said..in a threatning tone I knew didn't fool him.
"Ohhh no...its your turn" he responded grinning slyly.
"How many of your friends have you jerked off with?"
"None" I answered.
"Tell the truth..you geek" he said, while he laughed and reached over to
twist my left nipple....a bit too hard.
"OK! a couple...when we were younger" I yelled...half laughing..half in pain.
"And all you did was jerk off?" He yelled, laughing and reaching over to get
me in a headlock.
"Yes!...and get off me you hairy bastard" I yelled through clenched teeth as
I tried to wrestle him off me.
He was on top of me now and wispered in my ear..in his best sotto voce
sarcastic voice "You always seem to focus on my hairy body....something you
like about it?...something you want?" 
We were both struggling now, and laughing as we wrestled on the bed.
"Fuck off... you Dink" I growled as he got on top of me. His weight
stretched the length of my body as I lay on my stomach...it felt good, and I
relaxed. After a long pause, during which the levity between us seemd to
gently shift, I said:
"It's just going too fast dad...I like it..but it makes me nervous. You're
always in charge.  You always do things to me...you always start it.....I
never...." 
"Have any control"...he finished my sentence.
"Yes" I said. The word came out partially as a moan...since his cock was
grinding into my ass cheeks, and I could feel the damp sweat of his chest on
my back.
"You can say 'no' anytime...you have....and I stopped." He muttered into my
ear.      
"I know....but......"
I took a deep breath, and I tried to figure a way to say what had been
building in my mind for these past weeks.
"You're going to...uhh want to...fuck me...don't you?" I finally blurted out.

There was a pause, and I could feel his body tense on top of me.

" Yes" 
"It's gonna hurt...isn't it?"
"Yes"
"Have you ever been fucked?"
"Yes"
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes..at first...then it got to feel real good"
He was breathing heavier now, and his right hand pushed its way around my
hip as he reached under me. He wrapped his hand around my cock and held it
tightly.
"I can't do it" I said.
"Why not?"
"It's too gross....and besides that you're too big". This sounded like two
good reasons in my head, before I said them. But when they came out of my
mouth they sounded a bit weak.
"Not good enough" he said..firmly.
"Dad!!?...." I said...in frustration...and a bit plaintively.
"Look....you come up with a loud, serious 'NO' or I'm going to finish what I
started last night". The tone of his voice was a step away from threatening
..a step away from tender....from hopefull....from demanding...and all very
sexual. 
"You're always in charge!". I said as defiantly as possible. The words
finally came out as I wanted. As a challenge and a question.

30 seconds of silence passed. Both of us still hard, sweating and laying there
like wrestlers after the final bell. 

"OK ... he hissed into my ear. His voice had the same challenging expectancy
as mine had.  He rolled over away from me on the bed. On his back he reached
both arms above his head, and each of his hands grasped the rungs of the
bed's headboard. He spread his legs, stretched out there before me and said,
after a minute "Well?". 

I lay there by his side for a brief moment, then when I realized what he was
doing
got up and kneeled between his legs. I was, to say the least,
ambivalent..but still rock hard and I stared at him. My eyes raked over his
body...spread-eagled beneath me. I stared at his muscled arms..studied them
from wrist to shoulder. I stared at the thick, damp hair that stood on end
in his armpits...god! why was that so sexy to me? His cock was hard and
twitching. I stared at the thick foreskin and how, even when he was hard it
didn't pull all the way back from the big purple head...there was so much of
it! My first thought was to bend forward and suck him.
But I stopped and thought again. "No" I thought...this situation is still
one of his creation. I looked into his eyes and saw that lustful, intense
stare...the one that 
had intimidated me and turned me on so much in the past few weeks.

I got up off the bed and walked out of the room, down the hall, and stood in
my bedroom for a moment. I stared down at my cock. It was hard and aching,
and I knew if I even touched it I would come. I took a deep breath and
returned to my parents bedroom. He was still in the same position, on his
back with legs spread
and arms gripping the headboard. He looked a bit puzzled as he watched me
come into the room and stand beside the bed.

I don't know from where within me the words came (except that later I
realized they were the words he had said only moments before), but they came
out of my mouth with a quiet confidence that I think surprised both of us.

"Not good enough".....His head turned toward me...again those intense
lustful eyes.
"Huh?" he said.
"Kneel on the floor in front of me"...a long pause, and I thought I saw a
smile cross his eyes as he got off the bed and knelt down. I took a small
step forward...I needed to move because I thought I felt one of my knees
shaking.
He reached up to take my cock in his hand, and again I was surprised  at the
words that came out of my mouth...."Just your tongue". 
He looked up at me...those eyes still intense, but now searching my
face...perhaps for a hint...of the level of my resolve. Then he did
something that sticks in my mind to this day. It was one of the most sexual
gestures I had ever seen, and I didn't know why it affected me so much...but
it was so explicitly powerful. He slowly took his hand off my cock and put
it behind his back. Then he did the same with his other arm...grasping his
wrist behind his back. 

Then he began licking me.

He started by sticking out his tongue to catch a long string of precum that
had begun descend from the head of my cock to the floor. He caught the end
of it and 
lifted his mouth toward the end of my cock to get it all on his tongue,Then
he swallowed and began licking the head of my cock. His tongue then went
down the length of my cock to my balls, the inside of my thighs, under my
scrotum...then back again to start over. He kept going for ten minutes and I
stood over him watching....and fighting off the pressure of the cum building
in my shaft. Fighting off the urge to explode in his face. The sight of his
thick hairy body... arms behind him,
kneeling...his unshaved cheeks raking across my thighs was almost too much
to bear.

He was doing me...... working me....doing me... with a fervor that seemed to
increase with each lick...each minute, and his energy seemed to transfer to
my whole body. I was raging inside. I wanted to get my hands on him..to bite
him, suck him, lick him, wrestle him. I wanted to get my arms around him.To
feel him..as much of him as I could....to feel all that hair....those
muscles...to taste that sweat..
grab those thick wrists. I wanted to get inside him...kiss him...stick my
tongue in his mouth...stick my cock in his mouth......stick my cock
in......................his asshole?!

The freight train started racing through my head...only faster now than before.
I felt out of control, but the sexual energy coursing through my body
overcame any 
thoughts that tried to intrude, and seemed to provide a clear wordless focus. 

"Turn around" I said...hoping that the fact that I really didn't know what I
was going to do next didn't show in my voice. The decision was, in part made
for me. He stayed on his knees, shuffled around, and bent over. He planted
both hands wide apart and his head lowered....all this in silence.

I stared at his backside...studied the back of those thick thighs.... with
their symetrical patterns of hair...each moving toward a convergence at his
ass cheeks.
Then the way the patterns darkened and thickened as they decended toward the
crack.....that crack.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't take my eyes off that forbidden
territory, but I was stuck for a moment. Then the events of last night
pushed their way into my mind.
I remembered the ease..the agression with which he had taken my ass. I
reached down and grabbed his cheeks...a thumb on the inside of each one...I
spread them.

The energy increased, and ran through me like electicity. My eyes sucked in
the sight of the damp, hairy ringlets in his crack. So dense...so thick! It
reminded me of my girlfriend's pussy. I reached down and touched his
asshole...tentatively with one finger. I could feel him twitch at the touch.
Now I was really in unfamiliar territory. With the exception of my brief
burst of angry courage last night when I had stuck my finger up his
ass.....I had never touched....even really seen another man's asshole! 

I could feel my knees start to shake and I knew I had to do something. 
SOMETHING!... or I would lose whatever control I had. I yanked my finger
back, spit on it and thrust it back down..and into his ass. His head jerked
up violently and a loud grunt escaped his lips...but he said nothing. Then
after a brief body spasm
 that seemed to ripple through him and end with a fierce clenching of his
asshole around my finger...he lowered his head and exhaled deeply. But he
was starting to breath hard now. I traced a big circle inside his ass with
the end of my finger. It felt like velvet. I started to piston my finger in
and out slowly. His grunting and the sound of his breathing increased. It
seemed to fill the room, as I stared down at what I was doing....It was all
raw sex. Nothing I had ever done compared. Everything converged and rocked
my senses...the sight (him on all fours sweating and moaning below me)...
the smell (his sweat and mine)...the feel of my finger up his ass.....the
feeling of being in charge.

I was beyond thought at this point....everything was pure lust...physical
sensation.
The image of him holding me over the desk last night wafted up before me. Then 
it moved forward and seemed to wrap itself around my face...like a wet
sweaty towel thrown in the locker room. The grunts I could hear from him now
seemed to match the grunts of pleasure I heard last night when he was eating
my ass. That was all it took. I shifted around so I was directly behind him
and knelt down. I pulled my finger out of his ass, spread his cheeks again
and looked. Again...all that hair.
That pucker...wrinkled and big as a quarter...that big crack...that changed
in shape as I stretched my hands and pulled on his cheeks. It was so
open....so inviting...so dangerous. There were no words from him...only the
heavy breathing and moaning.

It was on me to act.

I stared down at my bobbing cock. I looked at his asshole...then my face
decended. At first I just licked, only partly concious of the strong smell.
Then the smell registered in my brain...and I was surprised that it wasn't
offensive. It was strong, but exciting...new. But that passed in an instant
as I became fixated on the results of my wet tongue in his crack. The thick
ringlets of hair swept upward, damp and matted in response to the upward
sweep of my tongue....then down and matted as I raked the underside of my
tongue from his sternum to the backside of his testicles. I took a deep
breath after a few minutes of this and plunged my tongue into his asshole.
As my lips stretched and I extended my tongue into him
I was aware of the strong new taste.....and the strange feeling of having
his ring close around my tongue. The image of him hugging me...wraping me in
his arms jumped into my mind. It was gone in an instant, as I heard him
groan loudly and thrust his butt back against my face...almost a violent
response to my penetration.
I didn't stop...couldn't stop. I kept plunging my tongue into him..loving
it. Smashing my nose into that dark corridor of hair. This was someplace I
was not supposed to be!......and I loved the sense of pure, intimate,
forbidden....violation.

I was frantic now, and could feel my eyes wide, my heart thumping,  and spit
foaming at the corners of my mouth. I pulled my face back and my eyes..my
whole body.... absorbed the landscape before me. His asshole was twitching,
nestled nervously in a canyon of spit soaked dark hair.

I pulled back and knelt upright...