Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 10:48:48 +0200
From: nick johnson <nick.johnson460@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting "the talk"

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	My dad and I have always been very close. I didn't have any
siblings and my mom worked a lot, so we spent a lot of time together, just
the two of us. And I didn't mind. When I was younger, like most little
boys, I used to think my dad was a hero; the best dad in the world. As I
grew older I wanted to become closer to him. I didn't really want to be
like him, I wanted to be with him. And didn't realize it was romantic
attraction, until that one Saturday when I was twelve.

	Every Saturday mom would live for work early in the morning, and me
and my dad ate breakfast together and then went to a nearby swimming
pool. I loved swimming with him for two reasons: one, any occasion to spend
time with him made me super happy, and two, I could always steal a few
glances of his half-naked body. Again, I didn't realize it was sexual in
any way - I was just a kid.

	So, we grabbed the gear, jumped into the car, and drove to the
pool. We always shared a locker, there wasn't need to get an extra one, so
when we were changing before and after swimming we were always standing
next to each other, and often bumped into one another.  And neither of us
ever used the changing rooms. He was never shy about his body, and he
taught me to be the same. So, whenever we were at the pool or the beach
etc. I always took a few quick glances of his private areas, with a corner
of my eye.

	And this time was no different. When dad lowered his boxer shorts I
turned my head lightly and looked at the area between his legs. I saw his
penis, way thicker and longer than mine, and his balls, also bigger than
mine. By a lot. There was something fascinating about his junk but I never
realized what. Also, this time my eyes lingered for longer than usual, as
though I was hypnotized. I wanted to reach out and grab it, feel it in my
hand, see how big it would look in my small hand.

	'You okay, buddy?' My dad asked looking at me with a half-smile.

	'Yhyhm, y-yeah.'  I stammered and went back to changing, avoiding
eye-contact.

	I felt I was starting to blush so, I put on my speedos quickly and
almost ran for the pool.  I tried to focus on swimming and forget about the
incident, but my mind kept coming back to the view I saw. In my mind I
could still see it clearly, every hair on his thigh, every hair on balls
and the pubes. I even remembered which ball hanged a little lower than the
other.  The left one.

	We swam for about an hour, and as per our tradition, my dad offered
to jump into the jacuzzi for a while, to rest. I still was a little
embarrassed from before, so I just nodded without a word. We sat next to
each other in the huge tub, opposite from two other men.  Finally, I could
relax. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying warm water and
bubbles.

      Then, two other men went in and sat next to us, so my dad had scoot
closer to me, to give them more room. And then I felt it. His foot touching
my foot and moving higher up along my leg. I looked at him and noticed he
was grinning. Then, he reached underwater and pinched me, above the hip. He
knew I was very sensitive and ticklish there, so he often used to my
disadvantage. I instantly recoiled to the side and tried to contain
laughter. He did two more times and I moved aside again. He liked to tease
me like that. Then, just like he tilted his head back and closed his eyes
and with all that thrashing around I noticed we were sitting a bit closer
now. Our legs were touching now, and I felt his long foot, rub against
mine. It was a friendly gesture, not a teasing one. I allowed myself to
enjoy the feeling, even though my heart started to beat a little faster.

      Few moments later, I froze in shock. I felt my briefs getting tighter
around my crotch.  I looked down and between the bubbles I noticed it
wasn't my speedos that shrunk, it was my cock that got big. Well, bigger.

      'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...' I kept repeating in my mind. I had
never had a boner before. I had heard about it on tv and the internet but I
had never actually had one. And it had to happen in a public place, no
less.

      I looked down again and noticed that the fabric moved away from my
body about half an inch and from the side you could see my small penis and
the balls. I started to panic.

      'So, do you wanna get out?' My dad asked suddenly.

      'No, let's stay a little longer.' I replied a bit too loudly.

      Dad shrugged and closed his eyes again.

      'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...' I recited in my head again.

      As long as we were underwater, hidden under the bubbles, I was
safe. No one could see between the bubbles and only I could see clearly
enough to tell something was up.  Literally. I looked down again and now,
with full-hard on, the outline of the head of my cock became clearly
visible too. I closed my eyes and tried to think about something else, but
all I could think off was how tight the fabric felt around my crotch. I
tried moving it with my hand so it becomes less visible, but it only made
matters worse - I felt it twitching.

      Then, another disaster happened. The bubbles went off. The static
humming of the machine stopped and moments later the water was clear and
completely see-through. I felt I was becoming red on my face. I covered
myself with my hands, and stood up trying not to focus anyone's
attention. But as I walked towards the locker room behind my dad, I could
feel everyone looking at me. Even though it wasn't necessarily true.

      My dad handed me my normal briefs and a towel and without saying
anything I went to the changing booth for safety. Before I could close the
curtain behind me, my dad walked in behind me.

      'Good idea, it was a little crowded out there.' My dad said closing
the curtain and pulling his swimming trunks off.

      Now, I was standing in the small booth, with a hardon, inches away
from my completely naked dad. I felt a little light-headed. I quickly dried
myself off and turned my back away from him to change. When I was done I
almost run out of there to grab the rest of my clothes and tried not to
think about what I had just seen.

      But my mind had other ideas. I couldn't stop thinking about my dad,
standing naked, his front turned to me, drying off his hair, while his cock
and balls dangled inches away from me, with every move he made. My mind
decided to play that image on a loop, for the rest of our trip home.

      I finally got soft again in the car, but I didn't say a word to my
dad about it, and he didn't say anything either. Until we entered home. I
tried to run upstairs to my room, but he stopped me, grabbing my shoulder.

      'Hey, hey, hey.' He walked up to me and put both of his hands on my
shoulders. He was so much taller than me, my eyes were about at the height
of his belly button. 'You okay, buddy? You're acting a little weird. Are
you hurt?'
      He was genuinely concerned, and I was too embarrassed to say
anything. He crouched down, so that now he was facing me.
      'Is it about the erection?'
      I opened my eyes wide, but I should have been prepared for that. My
dad never minced words, and it was clear he saw me acting weird. Or most
likely, he saw 'it'.
      He sighed with a sympathetic smile on his face. I was about to melt.
      'It's okay, it's completely natural. It happens to everybody.' He
started consoling me.  'Especially at your age, it can happen often, and
sometimes when you least expect it.'
      'Yeah, I wish I had more warning.' I smiled, finally relaxed. There
was something about his voice that I had always found soothing.
      He pulled me closer to him and hugged me. I took a deep breath
enjoying his smell as I would always do when he hugged me.
      'And a piece of advice...' He leaned back again, but kept his hands
on my shoulders.  'When you feel it's not gonna go down, try flexing a
muscle for a while. That will redirect the blood flow to the muscle.'
      That was unexpected. But I thanked him for the advice.
      'But if it doesn't go down?' I asked as he stood up and turned to go.
      'Well, then...' He paused. 'Every once in a while,you have release
some tension.'
      I was puzzled.
      'Like... work out?'
      He chuckled almost nervously.
      'No, I meant... masturbate.'
      If it wasn't for his thick stubble I could have sworn he started to
blush. I've heard that word before too, but I never really gave it much
thought.
      'You ever tried masturbating?' He asked me.
      'No, I-I've never...'
      'It's fine, everyone does it.' He cut me off.
      'No, I meant, I've never had to before.' I paused. 'Do you
masturbate?'
      That caught him off guard a little.
      'Yeah, I mean... Not as much as I used to.' He got a little
uncomfortable. He tried to laugh it off. 'When I was a little older than
you, I would do it every day, sometimes more.' He winced as though he
realized, he's said too much.
      'Oh, okay.' I tried to put it all together in my head.
      My dad sighed, and lead me to sit down on the couch. What happened
next was perhaps one of the most awkward and most revealing conversations
I've had in my life. He told me all about sex, adolescence, masturbation
etc. I knew a little about it from school and from tv, but now I put it all
together, and it all started to make more sense. When he was done I sat
quietly for a few moments, trying to wrap my mind about all this new
information. I especially focused at one crucial thing I realized.
      'So, what set it off?' My dad asked finally.
      'Hmm?'
      'What happened, why did get an erection? Did you see a girl you
liked? He winked at me.
      I smiled nervously.
      'No, no... It happened you rubbed your foot against my leg.'
      'Oh, it's okay.' He replied a little surprised. 'Sometimes it happens
involuntarily, for no reason.'
      'But... there was a reason.' I looked at him. He had a weird look in
his eyes. Like he was waiting for something.
      'Listen, son... You must be really confused, by all of this...' He
began but even he wasn't convinced by what he was saying.
      'I'm not.' I had to keep my voice from shaking. My heart was racing,
but I had to get it out. 'I know how I feel. And you feel that way too.'
      He froze. Perhaps he never fully realized, but now that it was out
there, it became too real for him. He must have been confused about that
feeling too, no question about it.
      'Jake, I love you.' Music to my ears. 'But you're my son. I don't
love you this way. I can't love you this way.'
      'Bullshit.' It was hurtful to hear that, but I wasn't angry.
      'Language.' He tried scolding me he couldn't bring himself to sound
stern right now.  His voice was as faint as mine was.
      We didn't move for a longer moment. I was bringing myself to say
something, trying to find a courage to do something. I wondered if he was
doing the same.
      We both jumped when he heard the key turn inside the lock. My mom
strolled in and asked us happily.
      'How was pool, boys?'
      ***
	That night I couldn't sleep. Partially because it was the middle of
a major heat wave, but mostly because I was thinking about the day. After
mom came home I went upstairs to my room and got on the internet. I read
all I could find about dad and son relationships which quickly from
research turned into reading stories like this one. My dad and I didn't
speak for the rest of the day, and we basically avoided each other.
	Now I was laying on top of my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind
was racing, thinking about all this. I kept hearing my dad's voice, telling
he can't love me. And the more I heard that, the more hurtful it
became. But I didn't blame him. I was twelve, and his son; he was married.
      I kept thinking about the storied I'd read, ignoring the boners that
came one after another. Finally, I pulled my underwear off, and laid naked
on my bed staring at my hard cock. I'd measured it earlier today after I'd
read somewhere that it was somewhat significant.  It was three and a half
inches long. I grabbed it with my hand and started moving it up and
down. The friction was hurtful so I spat on my hand. Much better. I closed
my eyes and pulled my head back. I spread my legs, and imagined my dad
fucking me. I imagined it was his hand on my cock. I recalled his smell and
imagined he was hugging me again. With one hand on my cock and the other
wrapped around me. I imagined how he would inside me.
      Before I knew it, I had to turn to my side and bite on the pillow to
muffle my moans. I clenched every muscle in my body and kept jerking off
furiously as I experienced my first orgasm. I laid like that for a while,
waiting for pleasure to leave my body, and tried to catch my
breath. Finally, I wiped the sweat off my forehead, pulled my underwear
back on and rolled on the other side.
      ***
      I woke up to sun shining bright in my face, and as I opened my eyes,
I noticed a tall figure sitting on my bed. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up.
      'Dad? What are you doing?'
      I noticed he was only in his underwear too. He had bags under his
eyes and was looking ahead and not at me.
      'Your mom had to run off to work early. Some kind of emergency.' He
rubbed his eyes. 'Said she might not be back till late at night.' He
covered his mouth with both hands to hide a big yawn.
      'Bad dreams?' I asked trying to unload the tension.
      'No dreams at all actually.' He looked at his feet and smiled. I was
relieved to see that.  'Didn't sleep last night at all. You?'
      'Only a few hours.' I answered truthfully.
      An awkward silence commenced. Dad continued to stare at the floor and
I at him.
      'You were always too smart for your age.' He said finally. 'I was
always so proud that you understood so much.'
      I sat on the edge of the bed, next to him.
      'But what you said yesterday...' He sighed and smiled. God, I loved
his smile. 'You really knocked it out of the park.' He turned to look at
me. 'I didn't understand it for so long, but you knew immediately.'
      'I was only being honest about my feelings.'
      We froze looking at each other. I wasn't about to make the same
mistake as yesterday.  I closed my eyes and leaned forward, and as though
he read my mind, my dad did the same.  Our lips met, and I felt his hand on
my cheek. I felt his mouth open slightly so I did the same.
      'We can't...' He whispered as our tongues wrestled together. I loved
how his stubble scratched my face.
      'Says who?' I whispered back and felt him pull me closer to him.
      We collapsed on the bed in embrace. I felt so small in his arms. It
seemed as though he could his arms twice around me, and when our faces were
at the same height, my toes were brushing against his knees. As I tried to
follow his lead while making out, I felt one of legs move between my legs
and pressing against my crotch. One of his hands moved lower along my back
and stopped on my butt. He squeezed tightly and I let out a moan of
pleasure. Then, he moved his hand behind the waistband of my boxers slid
his hand between my cheeks. I felt his finger press against my hole, and
moaned even louder.
      As I laid there with my dad's tongue in my mouth, his fingers at my
butthole I entered a state of bliss. His smell intoxicated me and I loved
the feeling of his warm, sweaty body on mine.
      Finally, he broke the kiss, gave me a peck on the nose and smiled. I
touched his cheeks and enjoyed the rough feeling in my hands.
      'I love you, daddy.' I whispered and bit my lip. It felt natural for
some reason.
      He took a deep breath.
      'I love you too, son.'
      Then, he picked me up suddenly and stood up, holding me up with one
hand under my butt. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders
and my legs around his waist. I felt even smaller now, with him being able
to hold me up with just one hand.
      He carried me up to the door and opened it with his free hand. Then,
he turned to walk towards his bedroom, but stopped just around the corner
to pin me against the wall and give another kiss. I felt his tongue deeper
this time. He broke the kiss, and looked me in the eyes.  He had look
again, impatient, longing.
      When we walked into his bedroom he put me down on the bed and began
kissing my body. He started at the neck, then kept moving lower and
lower. It kind of tickled me so I tried to contain a chuckle. As I felt him
move below my stomach and felt his hand grabbing the waist band of my
boxers, I grabbed his head with my hands and closed my eyes. I kept moving
my hands along his scalp feeling his thick hair between my fingers. He
finally pulled my boxers completely off and leaned back to look at me. I
was laying completely naked with my dad eating me with his eyes. I was in
heaven.
      Then, he suddenly grabbed my legs under the knees and pulled them all
the way to my shoulders. He looked at my bum for a second, before diving
down and burying his face between my buttocks. I wasn't prepared for
this. I inhaled sharply and moaned as I felt his beard scratch my butt and
his tongue toying with my butthole.
      My legs were in the air, being held up by him, one of my hands was on
my forehead while the other was pushing his head towards my body, urging
him put his tongue inside me.  And he did. I moaned as I felt my butt being
penetrated by his warm and tongue and he ate me out as though I was the
sweetest thing on earth. Then, he let one of my legs loose and fall on his
shoulder, while he moved his hand towards my face, felling up my body on
its way, and I as I felt it on my lips I instinctively opened my mouth and
sucked on them. He immediately pushed his hand knuckle deep in my mouth as
he continues to move his tongue in and out and around my opening.
      After I got his fingers really wet, he retreated his hand, got up and
pushed me further on the bed. He kneeled between my legs and through his
underwear I noticed a huge hard on.  It pressed against the fabric so hard
I was afraid it was going to rip up.
      Dad leaned forward, towards and we began kissing again. I squeezed
him with my legs and while he put one of his hands underneath me, his other
hand was pressing against my butthole. While I was busy trying to figure
out why mouth tasted differently than before, I felt one of the fingers
enter me. I flinched, but I didn't break the kiss. Instead I clung closer
to him, squeezing him with my arms and legs. That only encouraged him.
      I felt another finger enter, and I felt tears filling my eyes. When
the third finger began to push against me, I couldn't take it anymore. I
broke the kiss and grabbed his trying to push it out.
      'No, no, no, no, no... stop, stop...' I begged.
      The pressure stopped but he didn't pull his hand out.
      'Shhh shh shh... Relax.' He whispered in my ear and felt his breath
on my cheek.  'Just relax... I'm not gonna hurt you...'
      I closed my eyes and try to relax my sphincter.
      'Daddy's here... I love you, baby...' He kept whispering.
      'I love you too, daddy.' I whispered back and felt a third finger
enter me.
      I inhaled sharply and moaned in pain, but I didn't ask him to stop,
or clenched my hole.
      'Yes...' I whispered instead.
      I felt his fingers move in and out of me and pain gradually went away
and I felt waves of warmth spread throughout my body. As I laid there being
fingered by my dad I became hungry for more. With my hands shaking I
reached down to his underwear and I pulled it down a bit, letting his cock
out. With his free hand he took it down all the way and put his fingers out
of me. My hole was left gaping open.
      	I looked down and looked at my father's erect cock for the first
time in my life.  It looked so big, and so different from mine. The head of
his cock was so much wider, and it had thick veins along it. I was a little
worried, but when I looked at my dad's face, I knew I had nothing to fear.
      With his hand, he positioned his cock against my hole, pushing in
lightly. I felt his had penetrate me but when I felt how wide it was I
clenched again. He leaned forward and put both of his hands on my cheeks. I
put my hands on his shoulders and looked at him.
      'Now, this might hurt a little.' He whispered. He was very eager,
apparently. 'But I need you to trust me, boy. Okay? Do you trust me?'
      'Yes, daddy.' I whispered back.
      He grabbed one of my hands and slid his fingers in between mine.
      'It's gonna feel amazing in a minute. But you have to relax, baby,
okay?'
      I nodded eagerly. I prepared myself for pain, but when my dad pushed
his cock inside me with one slow but steady move, I almost fainted. I let
out a scream and buried my nails in my dad's back. He stopped pushing in
when I felt his balls press against my body. Then, before I could get used
to being filled to the brim by him, he pulled his cock out almost
completely before pushing it back it. I was laying therein agony, screaming
incoherently, as my dad tried to calm me down, even though he continued to
penetrate me without mercy.
      Finally, however my screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure. I
felt my dad's lips on mine again and curled my toes. I felt his muscled,
hairy chest brush against mine. His thick muscled arms were wrapped around
me and his firm buttocks clenched every time he pushed inside me. Then, my
dad started moving much faster, his balls now clapping against my butt. He
broke the kiss to and began panting into my ear. I felt him sweat much more
now.
      'I love you, baby... I love you, baby' He kept repeating.
      I wanted to answer him but I couldn't. I was completely overtaken but
the sensation of him on top of me. And I loved that from a composed joker
he was on a daily basis, he turned into a hungry animal, going crazy about
his little boy.
      Then I felt it. His cock started to throb, as my dad begun to move
even faster. Now, he was moaning in pleasure too. He arched his back and
turned his face towards the ceiling, as I felt warmth inside if me. With
each throb of his cock I felt more and more warmth inside me.  I loved
looking at his body like that, twisted in sheer pleasure, unable to control
himself as he climaxed inside me.
      Soon I was twisted in pleasure too. Looking at him like that took
over the edge and I felt the familiar feeling from the night before. Only
this time, I never touched my cock.
      My dad collapsed on top of me, and began kissing passionately,
repeating that he loves every few seconds. We kept making out, until I felt
him go soft inside me, and we laid on our sides. We stared at each other
for a while.
      'I wanted to this for such a long time.' My dad finally.
      'Really?' I asked smiling.
      'Uhmh.' He smiled back. 'Thank you pushing me to do what's right.' He
grabbed my hand and smooched it.
      'Always, daddy.'