Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 15:31:19 -0500 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 7; Story Codes M, MM, incest, exhib Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers as defined by your local laws. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains consensual sexual experiences between fictional males ages 15 and up, with the majority of experiences over 18. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, the events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. I have shot many a load reading the stories here and I bet you have too. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Please enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, incest, exhib Growing Up Naked - Chapter Seven The next morning I woke up with a piss hard on. I gently got out of Dad's bed. He had put the covers up over us during the night. I went to the bathroom, my dick getting there first. I had to get my cock to relax a minute before the unfolding sigh only a stream of hot urine will bring. My god I looked disheveled as I glanced in the mirror. My breath tasted terrible. I was to learn that is the norm after a night of sex and sleep. I snuck down to my bathroom and brushed me teeth. When I tiptoed back to Dad's room, Dad had pushed the covers back and was lying there with a roaring hard on. He said, "Suck my cock, John." This was an echo of the exact same words from my brother last night. My Dad and my brother had a lot in common. As with my brother last evening, I didn't need to be told twice. I jumped on the bed and took Dad's cock down my throat. I knew that this was going to be rough and fast. I took it as far as I could but my Dad made me take his fuck tube farther taking his hands and pushing my head downward. It was incredible. It was rough. It was pig man sex with my dominant Dad and is serving son. I was sucking off my Dad! I was going to taste Daddy cum. He moved his hips and started talking real loud. I learned over the years he loved to be loud during sex another commonality with my brother and with a lot of the men in my life. "Suck my cock John. Suck it. Suck Daddy's cock, fucker. Take it baby. Take it all the way. Take it all the way down your throat. Yeah baby. Suck me. Make your Daddy feel good boy. Oh that feels so good baby. You are a good cocksucker. Daddy's cocksucker son. Yeah buddy you know how to make Daddy feel good. Yeah. Sucking your big Dad's cock for the first time. Taste how great that is in your mouth, fucker. Soon you're gonna taste Daddy cream. You're gonna taste the stuff that made you. Oh yeah baby. Suck it. Suck it. Oh John. Yeah baby. Oh fuck man. I am gonna shoot buddy. I gonna shoot my Dad load down your throat. You're gonna take every last bit of it baby. Take my load son. Take it. Oh yeah. Take it. Take it fucker. Oh fuck, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, Oh fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk. Here it comes buddy. Here comes Daddy's baby makers! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk" With that, I tasted my Dad's babies right from the source. I felt his jizz as it started to move up the shaft and out of his piss slit. He shot rope after rope into my waiting and raw throat bucking like a bronco. It tasted so good. I had tasted cum many times before, but this was something special. This was Dad's. This was my Daddy's cum. This was the source of my life and for that it was spectacular with a sonorous meaning that I will always cherish. When he finished, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me down on the bed. He laid his head on my stomach and started to jack me violently. He wanted me to come and he wanted me to come now. He was not waiting and I didn't. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my cock. I was looking at the back of this amazing stud of a man thinking about the day when I would get to bury my face into his meaty ass cheeks. That view was enough to make me shoot. "Come on baby. Cum for Daddy. Fuck yeah John. I want your fucking load and I want it now. Look at that hard eighteen-year-old cock. You have become a man. I want that load now fucker. Give it to me. I want your cum fucker. Give me your man cum. Fuck. Oh fuck John. Yeah baby. Yeah. That's it baby. That's it. Look at that beautiful jizz spurting out. Fuck. There it is baby. There's my man's juice. I love you baby." He placed his face right up to my cock so my jizz shot all over him. Dad laid there just looking at it for the longest time with my cum dripping down his face. Dad moved to me, gave me a gentle kiss, then rubbed my cum all over my face. His morning beard scratching my skin drove me crazy feeling the essense of a real man. Finally he kissed me in the most tender way holding me for what seemed an eternity without talking while my babies dried. Suddenly he spanked my butt and told me to get up and get in the shower. I did and he went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. By the time I was out of the shower, breakfast was on the table and I heard him yell "come and get it." We ate a big breakfast after all that exercise. It was also Sunday so we were not in any hurry. We talked about regular stuff just like always. The comfortability factor was still there. That made me know we had done the right thing. It was funny to look at him at the breakfast table with dried cum still visible on his face. He asked me if I was ok. I told him that I was just fine. I was speechless about the whole series of events from last night and this morning. I knew it would take some time for me to form words to convey. Dad knew it too. After breakfast he quickly went up stairs to put on his gym clothes. When he came back down I was still sitting at the table. He ruffled my hair, kissed me on the cheek and told me he would see me later. Off he went to the gym without showering and with cum all over him. I thought that was weird, but in hindsight again he was just a sexy fucker who loved to feel the energy of sex on his body. He also didn't care if a few people noticed that he smelled of sex. I had to work most of the day at the theater. I walked to work. I wondered why Dad didn't drive me. He probably wanted me to have the time to think between the house and the theater. I did a lot of thinking. I went over the night in detail in my head. Did this mean we were lovers? Did it mean we were just pals and sex buds? On my eighteenth birthday my entire relationship with my Dad changed forever. There was no going back, not that I wanted to; but my head was searching for a new definition. Eventually, I relax and let go of having to define. Many guys have sex with their dad or another adult relative or friend and it is forced leading to challenges growing up. There was nothing forced about our experience. We love each other deeply with this being a different extension of that love. My Dad told me before we started that first night that we were making love, and that is exactly what we did. I know from my experience with other men that I love in my life that there was no question what we did that night. I was extremely happy and grateful that my Dad was my first sex sex experience. When talking with others over the years, I found that what we did that night was not sex 101; it was an advance course because I was with my Dad. I have always appreciated that my first sex experience was not the fumbling mess I heard about from others. I was flying to the point of giddy at work. I didn't even care about my usual underwear removal. I did my work and couldn't wait to get out of there. That was not the normal case because I had always enjoyed my exposure times when the rest of the employees left. I walked home and Dad was still awake. We sat down and talked for a few minutes. He asked me if I wanted to sleep with him tonight or in my own room. I told him that I wanted to sleep with him. He told me that we were just going to sleep, as we both had to get up early for work and school. He took my hand walking me back to his bedroom. I still felt like the blushing bride. He was so generous with me. We laid down, kissed for a few minutes and naturally we got hard. He pulled back to look directly in my eyes and said, "John, we have to go to sleep now." "Ok, Dad." I gave a thrust of my dick on his for a second and then turned over on my side. Dad spooned up behind me with his hard cock touching the crack of my ass. He enveloped me with his manly, hairy arms. I felt his chest hair on my back, which gave me such a sense of comfort and warmth. I closed me eyes and, believe it or not, we did go to sleep. It had been a whirlwind weekend and we were both exhausted. Monday morning was a typical rush out the door. We both said that we would talk at dinner. I didn't miss the observation that Dad and I behaved exactly the same way I used to see he and my Mom on a weekday morn including the peck-on-the-cheek goodbye. School flew. I was deliriously giddy still. A few of my friends noticed; however, I ignored their inquiries. I got home first, took my clothes off and started dinner. Dad came home, went to his room and came back naked. Walking into the kitchen he grabbed my ass, turned me around and kissed me deep. I knew with just a little coaxing he could have thrown me down on the kitchen floor and fuck me right then and there; however, he being the mature one, did control himself and we sat down to eat instead. There was another reason he didn't fuck me then, which I will explain shortly. We talked. Dad asked me how it was going with everything that we had done. I told him that I was ok. I was extremely happy. It was an incredible birthday present. Dad then said to me. "John, you are still young and impressionable. I don't want to push anything on you. I would love to continue our experiences together. I just don't want you to miss out on other experiences." "What do you mean, Dad?" "You know there are other guys that will want to have sex with you. You will also be attracted to other guys. I want you to feel free to have fun and experiment. This is your time. You are young and it is important to have some variety." "I know Dad; however, I want to have sex with you." "John, so do I. I want to have sex and make love to you whenever and as long as it fits both of us." I did not work that night so Dad took my hand and walked me back to the bedroom. He told me that we were going to learn the next thing. We kissed rolling around on the bed some more. Suddenly he pulled away and opened the nightstand drawer. He got some lotion out putting it on my butthole. Slowly he started to insert one, then two, then three fingers. I was crazed. He then rubbed lotion on his cock, raised my legs and said: "Now I am going to take your hole son. I am going to take your cherry. This is a great honor to be the first man to fuck you. Now I want you to relax and push out as I slowly insert my cock." I could feel the head of Dad's prick push into my hole. "John, grab your butt cheeks, spread them and pull your hole open." I did and I felt the head of this dick go into me. It fucking hurt like hell and I said, "Dad, it hurts." "I know son. It won't in a minute. Keep pushing out like you are going to take a shit." "Oh Dad, oh my God, Dad, it hurts, it hurts, it...oh..." With that, Dad was all the way in me. The pain was subsiding rapidly. He just rested his Daddy cock waiting for me to completely relax. Once he saw that I was ready, he started to pump. And with pumping comes that deep, throaty, sex talk I was coming to expect and appreciate. "Look into my eyes John. Look deep into my eyes as I fuck you. This will make us one. This will make our relationship complete. Daddy knows how to take care of his boy. Daddy knows what his son needs. Oh son, I have wanted this for years. I have fantazied and shot many a load thinking about this moment. I love you so much. You are such a hot young man. Feel me baby. Feel Daddy's big man meat up your hole. Doesn't that feel wonderful? Oh fuck, John. You are so hot and so amazing. I am the luckiest Dad alive to be able to love my son by sticking my dick up your hole and joining us together." "That's it boy. Take Dad's cock. Make your Dad feel good boy. Wrap that tight hole around my shaft. Oh, fuck that feels good. Yeah baby. Fuck John. You are so amazing. It is so incredible watching you as I take your cherry." He started to move faster, but not too fast. He knew I wouldn't be able to take it for a long the first time. That is the beauty of control a mature man has. "Ok John. I gonna take off now. I gonna fuck you hard. You are going to get the ultimate gift from me. You are going to get your Dad's man juice inside you. Here I go baby. Yeah baby. Feel it. Feel that Daddy cock pounding your butt. You want it, don't you baby? You want Daddy cock. Your hole is begging for Daddy cock boy. Daddy loves fucking you John. Daddy loves fucking his son. Daddy's gonna give you his baby juice. Your first load of baby juice up your boy hole. Oh baby. Oh John. Oh son. I fucking love you so much. I want you to have all of me baby. I want to share with you what made you baby. Fuck boy, I'm gonna shoot. Here it cums John. Here cums Daddy's babies. Fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!" I could actually feel his load shooting in my guts. It was the most incredible sensation of my young life. I can still see how he looked at me at that moment. It is embedded in my memory forever. Thank you Dad. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard. I sincerely appreciate all the wonderful emails regarding this story. Thanks guys. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com I would particularly love to hear from others who spend a lot of their life naked and/or being an exhibitionist.