Date: Sun, 19 Jul 1998 21:44:06 PDT
From: michael smith <excaliber25@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Graduation' {Mike, Smith} (, ) [1!1]

Let me start by saying that this story is complete fiction.  Nobody in
this story is alive or ever was to my knowledge.  Any relativity to
anyone is uncanny and not intentional.  Also, this story has sexual
relations between males and should not be viewed if you, or anyone in
the room is not of legal age and/or illegal in your area.  Now, with
that said, let's get on with it ...

Graduation

	My name is Michael and I am 23 years old.  I live in a small town
in Missouri where things are pretty much "by the book".  Nothing happens
and nobody does anything taboo.  Not many people can do anything the
least bit different without half of the town knowing about it.  You know
how it is.  And, when things to talk bout run out, then some of the
local gossips make something up.

	Now that my background is out of the way, I can tell you how
things have changed for me and my father.  When I was 12, my parents got
a divorce.  I lived with my Dad as an only child.  We were always very
close.  He was not the stereotypical male that never shows emotion and
only does "guy things".  Hell he couldn't, he was both father and mother
to me.  He brought me up in the same manner.  He, nor I, was afraid to
show emotion.

	Ever since I was a small child, I used to sit in the bathroom and
talk to my father while he took a bath.  This happened up until I got too
old and realized that it was inappropriate.  However, since my body was
changing at the time my parents split, I wondered what was going to
happen to me.  I've always known about sex since I could remember and I
wanted to see, and learn, more.

	I would sit and spy on my dad whenever possible and even massaged
my erect cock once in a while not fully understanding why it felt so good.
Then, about a month after my parents split, I saw my father doing the
same thing only naked!!  Not completely understanding what was going on,
I walked into the bathroom as if I had to take a piss.  My Dad froze!!
I asked him what he was doing and he told me in the harshest tone I had
heard in years to get out!!  I left and went downstairs and cried to
myself.  In about five minutes my Dad came down in his towel still a
little wet as if he had hurried up to get to me.

"I'm sorry son.  I didn't mean to upset you," my father said.

"What did I do wrong?" I replied still sobbing with a youthful
ignorance.

"Well, it's just that you scared me and I didn't know what to do when
you came in so quickly."

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but I had to go pee."

"That's okay son, it's over now and I am sorry."

"That's fine, but what where you doing to your wee-wee?"

"Well son, I guess I owe you an explanation on that one, but I thought
the time would come when you were a little older."  My father paused as
if to get some help from somewhere on the ceiling and out of nowhere.
He started again after about five minutes.  "When your body starts to
change, then you get these needs and you have to do something about it,"
my father said as if he had to or he would be shot and he really didn't
want to say anything.

"Is that what masturbating is?"  I interrupted not understanding where
he was going with this story.  And, since I knew some things about sex,
I thought maybe that is what the kids at school were talking about.

"Well," my Dad said with a somewhat surprised and somewhat confused look
on his face.  "I guess it is."

That was it and we both sat there not really knowing what to say until I
fell asleep in his arms as he caressed my hair and cheek.

******************************************************************

The weekend I graduated high school is another day I'll never forget.
My ceremony was early in the morning, 10:00a.m. to be exact.  Everything
was fine and even a little too easy considering the fact that I wasn't
really nervous.

After graduation, my family got together for a party and I got a lot of
presents and things and we all went to this banquet hall.  My parents
were in the same room for the first time since the court hearing
finalizing the divorce.

Later on, my Dad and I went home and did some housework to get ready for
my uncle.  He was staying the weekend.  I was really excited about him
coming over because he was gay and I had been having some feelings that
I was gay for about a year.  This was the perfect opportunity for me to
try to figure out what was going on in my head, and my groin.

My Dad left to go shopping and my Uncle Dave came over about ten minutes
after my dad had left.  This was perfect!!  My Dad would be gone for at
least a couple of hours, so I could talk to my Uncle for a while.

We did in fact talk about it and he helped me figure out that I was gay.
The rest of the weekend went off with out a hitch.  That is until my
Uncle left.

My Dad said that he had something to talk to me about in the living
room, so I followed him in and we sat down.  He started talking about
how proud he was of me, how much he loved me, and how special I was to
him when the mood shifted.  He looked at me funny.  He had a look on
his face like he was trying to put me together like a puzzle.

With no room for gentleness, he came out and said it.  "Are you gay?"

I was shocked.  I had planned to tell him, but not this soon and not
like this!!  My mind had millions of responses and questions going at
once!!  I had no clue what to say next.  The only thing I could do was
to sit there with a dumber than shit look on my face.

"Answer me, god dammit!" yelled my father.

"Yes, I guess I am.  Why?  Does it bother you?  Uncle Dave is gay," I
said because it is the first thing that came to my mind.

"No, that doesn't bother me, but what does bother me is that you didn't
talk to me about it first.  I always thought that we were really close,
you and I.  I guess I was wrong," my father said with a disappointed
look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that it would be easier for me to talk to
Uncle Dave first, that's all."

"I understand, I guess I'm still in shock.  Dave just told me about a
half hour before he left and I haven't had time to let it sink in."

I guess you could say that that is what got the ball rolling.  My Dad
got up and walked over to me and sat down next to me on the couch and
gave me a huge hug.  We both sat the holding each other  and crying
together.  He was rubbing my back and then my side.  Next, I felt him
rub against my crotch!  I thought that it was nothing more than a
coincidence when it happened again.  This time with a little more force.
He must have felt me tense up, because he whispered something into my
ear.

"Everything will be just fine"

With that he grabbed my crotch with a tremendous feeling of lust.  I
held on tighter and he began messaging my now growing bulge.  I could
also feel his cock getting hard as well.  He then slowly unbuttoned my
pants and unzipped my fly.  I thought I was going to bust then and
there.  My first gay experience with the man I loved most: my father!
Somehow, despite the cultural taboo, I understood and excepted what was
happening and what was about to happen.

Slowly he let go, as I let go of him.  He pushed me back on the couch
and he slid to the floor.  Pulling my pants and my boxer shorts down
with him.  My 8" cock was completely stiff and ready to let loose.

My father, the greatest man in the world to me, got on his knees and I
could feel his breath on my nuts.  I felt his wet tongue gently lick my
ball sack.  Next, he put his mouth over my nut and sucks it into his
mouth.  This felt so incredible!!  While reaching up to old my hands he
takes out my nut and I can feel his hot breath on my now throbbing
shaft.  As he takes my hands and holds them, he covers my rod with his
mouth taking in the full 8".

This was incredible!!  The man who has made love to my mother, the man
that created me, was sucking on my, his son's, throbbing red dick!!  We
both knew that I was about to cum, so he buried his face into my cock as
I met him with pumps of my pelvis.  I busted the hardest nut that I
think I ever had that night.

All these erotic changes had taken place in twenty minutes of one night.
And, without a word uttered or a noise heard.

The next day at breakfast was normal.  We laughed and joked and even
discussed the prior night.  I asked him where he learned to suck such
good cock.  He said I should ask my Uncle Dave.  I also asked him how
long he had been doing this and he replied, "Maybe you should ask your
mother."


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C-ya :)
Michael