Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2011 14:47:43 -0400
From: RayC <rc7448@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing up with Dad Part Two

The usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this please
don't. This is a true story and happened years ago to my father and I. The
copyright is held by the author.

Story code: Incest, mm, mb

Growing up with Dad Part two


It happened like that over the next few days... my dad would shower after
work and I'd shower before bed. My dad would be hard as he took off his
clothes and I'd be hard when I took mine off. I always took a pair of his
underwear up to bed and brought it down each morning when I brushed my
teeth.

My dad was late again a few nights in a row and I didn't get to see him
shower. There were a couple poker games and he missed my showers. On the
nights we missed he showed up in my room before he went to bed to check on
me and say goodnight. He always looked under the covers to see if I was
wearing a pair of his underwear. It always seemed to please him when I was.

The next time he got home on time he went down to shower and I went to the
family room and turned the TV on... then moved over to peek through the
holes. He was hard as usual as he got undressed and then headed for the
shower. I love watching his bare butt as he walked.

As I watched him shower I thought of all the things I wanted to do... all
the places I would touch him... the places I would smell... taste. It's
hard to imagine where a child's mind comes up with all this. These were
thoughts and emotions that no one taught me. I'd never heard anyone else
express these same desires. These were the feelings I had. that I was born
with... and they were mine alone.

It went on like this for some time. We missed days here and there and the
urgency on my part had diminished somewhat. It was the way things
were. exciting when new but gradually becoming comfortable after a while. I
still enjoyed watching him and I loved wearing his underwear. something I
did every night. It always made me feel close to him.  Our relationship
stayed close even without much in common. There was no love of sports or
hunting or fishing between us. I read books and did school work. he went to
work. It was our bodies that brought us closer together. that was the tie
between us. He knew what I was and what I wanted and he understood that. If
I had been in to sports. more like he was. or relationship would have been
different... more traditional.  If I hadn't had this thing for men's
bodies... for cock... our relationship would have been different.

I think we both sensed where this might have led if we let it. There was a
line that would be crossed and I know he thought about it. what that would
be like and what it would mean. How it would change us if we did cross that
line. I know I didn't see the line. or that I didn't want to see it. Yes. I
knew all this was wrong and I knew how I felt was thought of as wrong. I
knew that from the very beginning. I just knew. It might be that. that made
it very exciting for me. that risk of being caught.

To this day I have a thing for underwear. A glimpse here and there... a guy
bending over and the little bit you see that shows out of his pants... all
very hot to me. I've always been very sensitive to that. I never miss an
opportunity to check a guy's underwear out. a dirty clothes hamper in a
bathroom was always so easy. I would always get hard pulling them out and
holding them up... smelling them... and if I'm brave enough... putting them
on quickly to see what they feel like.

My father had moods when it came to this. There were times he wasn't
interested... he wouldn't watch me shower and wouldn't show up in my
room. I always missed him but somehow understood. Then he'd show up at the
pegboard and watch me... or he'd show up at bedtime and look under the
covers. Those times we'd be so close. I could feel it in him.

The times when we went camping and I'd go to the shower rooms with him and
we'd take a shower together in the big open shower. I loved doing that even
though it wasn't very sexual... we didn't get hard. There was no pegboard
between us to make it all right. It was rare we were alone in those
campground showers... many times other fathers would be there with sons or
some teenagers or maybe an older single man. The times alone with my dad
were the best... that way I could look at him with being distracted. If
there were others in there. I had to look at them... especially the older
boys and men.  I think they all knew what I was when I looked. I always had
that intent look that bothered some and made others smile. Those single men
that were alone... many times those were the ones that looked back with an
equal intensity.

I think my father looked too. There were times when it was just him and I
with another man in those showers... sometimes those showers lasted longer
than others. It was like no one wanted to leave but at the same time... no
one knew how to take it further.

My father showed up in my room at bedtime one night and sat on the bed. We
talked about school and how that was going. I was a good student and got
good grades. that was a given as far as he was concerned. He always said my
grades were better than his... that I was smarter. I always found that hard
to believe... to me... he was very smart and always knew how to do
everything well. I think back then I equated athletic ability with
intelligence... that he could do all that so easily always impressed me and
left me in awe of him.

That night he sat there and at one point he lifted the covers up and looked
at me wearing his underwear. I was hard in them... always was when I was
wearing his underwear and he sat there. It mystified him that I did that
and felt that way. That night he turned the light off but didn't
leave... he came back to the bed and slipped his hand under the
covers... he rubbed my belly slowly in the dark... over and over. His touch
felt wonderful and I enjoyed this very much... His hand went lower and
dipped into the waistband of his underwear... he felt me up... how hard I
was... the size of me. It was the most glorious night of my young life. I
was so hot laying there on that bed... with his hand on me. I know he could
tell how much I loved that... how hot and horny it made me.

I was so conditioned to humping the mattress. I'd done that for so long
that it was the only way I knew how. I slowly turned over and lay face down
on the bed. I flexed my hips and drove them into the mattress as his hand
rubbed my little butt. He slipped his finger between my butt cheeks and
felt my little hole. I was on fire and humped that bed wildly... and when
it came... my dry orgasm hit me so powerfully... all the while my dad felt
my hot little hole.

I lay there afterward for a few seconds while my dad rubbed my butt... it
still felt so good. I turned over and looked up at him... he smiled
slightly as he looked at me in the dark. He leaned down and kissed me on
the lips and then told me he loved me. "I love you too," I whispered to
him. He pulled his hand out from under the covers and left the room.  The
next few nights he had things to do. I don't remember exactly
what... whether it was cards at the neighbors... or poker with his
buddies. I was asleep long before he came home. It was okay. I didn't
mind. I'd wait for him...he'd show up sooner or later.

He did. he came in late one night and came into my room in the dark. I had
been asleep but he woke me up when his hand slipped under the covers and
rubbed my belly. I felt it go lower. under the waist band and feel up my
hard dick. I was delirious with the pleasure he gave me as lay on the bed
and squirmed.

He leaned close to me and asked if I wanted to turn over for him. I did and
rolled on to my stomach with his hand going back under the waist band... he
rubbed my butt and then slipped a finger between my cheeks...he found and
fingered my hole while I humped the mattress. I moaned and grunted a little
as he toyed with my hole. This was pleasure so great... it was torture.

His hand came out after I was finished and I turned over. He reached back
into the underwear and felt my dick. he gently played with my balls. He
leaned down close to me again... even stretched out on the bed next to
me... he asked if I liked that. I told him I did... that I loved it.

He kissed me a couple times and then pulled me close to him. He whispered
in my ear that he wanted me to like that... that he wanted to make me feel
good. I kissed his chest a few times and told him that I loved him.  My dad
squeezed me a little and then got up and left. I lay there afterward
thinking about how great that had been and how much I loved my dad.

I have to explain about my mother... she worked most nights at the hospital
as a nurse taking the three to elven shift because it paid more. I had an
older sister too but she had her own things to do and we didn't see her
that much. Her room was upstairs and that was where she spent most of her
time. Most evenings I had my dad to myself.

School was tough. I was teased a lot and the target of many. They knew what
I was too... even if there was no way for them to know... they just thought
they knew. I admit they were right but I hadn't done anything to give them
reason to believe that... yet. Gym class would have been a nightmare but as
luck would have it... the teacher was a good one and no one pestered me in
there. This was long before showers and such things... all though had I
known that was coming... I would have looked forward to it. I had the
makings of a really good towel boy.

I wasn't all that impressed when I looked in the mirror. It was always me
looking back... sort of average... or so I thought. I was blond and fair
skinned... too white in the winter and never tanned very much in the
summer. It was odd because everyone else in my family did...my father was
very dark after a week or so in the sun. As I was told... I took after my
uncle Gyle who had a twin brother that died young who was named Lyle. I'd
rather have looked like my dad.

We lived next door to a family that had four boys and a girl who was my
sister's age and her best friend. There was a boy a year younger than me
and one a year older and then one that was about six years older them
me. The youngest was about three years younger than me. I fooled around
with both the middle boys separately and the oldest boy once. The oldest
boy was cute... big like their dad and good looking. His room was in the
basement and he was home alone one day.

I talked with him at the basement door... he teased me a lot and told me I
was after his dick. I'd laugh when he'd say that even though it was true. I
was after it... at least to see it. That day he was talking to me at the
basement door I asked to see it. He laughed but I could tell he was
flattered... he liked being asked. I kept pestering him and he kept saying
no. The fact that he stood there without leaving led me to believe he
wanted me to keep asking. He finally said I had to show him mine first. I
was more than happy to do that.

I pushed my shorts down and showed him... then pulled them back up. He said
that was too quick... slower than that. I giggled but pushed them back down
and left them there. We heard kids cutting through the back yard and he
yanked me in the door quickly before they saw what we were doing.

I stood there in the basement with him and he checked me out... of course I
was hard by now and that fascinated him. I told him it was his turn but he
said I had to turn around first and show him my butt. I did... turned right
around and showed him. He even wanted me to bend over. I gladly did
whatever he asked.

I turned back around and told him it was his turn. He opened his jeans and
pushed them down showing me his nice sized cock. I loved it instantly. He
smiled as he watched me look at it... he started getting hard and was going
to pull up his pants but I argued that he had to show me his butt. He
turned around and showed it to me... even leaned over like he asked me
too. His butt was nice too... he had a hairy crack and I thought that was
hot. His dick was hard as he turned around but he pulled his pants up and I
didn't get to see it for very long. I thought he was very hot.

I was over at their house one day playing with one of his younger
brothers... we were down stairs and I was trying to get him to fool around
without much luck. We went back around to the side where the laundry room
was and I found a large pile of dirty clothes. There was a pair of
underwear that I found and when I held it up... had to be the oldest
brother's. His brother was excited when I said I wanted to put them on. He
held them as I took mine off and then handed them to me as I put them
on. He even pushed his shorts down and was hard while he watched... he
stroked his dick while I stroked mine.

His mother had come down and caught us. Once again... I nearly died of a
heart attack at a very young age. We got a big lecture about what we were
doing and how bad we were and how we better never do that again. If we did
she was going to tell my mother. I promised... very quickly... that I'd
never do that again... and I didn't... in their house.

Their dad used to lie around the house in his underwear all the time. He'd
lie on the couch and watch TV... sometimes he even put his hand in his
underwear. I thought all that was a good sign and was very hopeful... but I
was way off. He caught me looking at him and the look he gave me was one
that told me never to look his way again... and I didn't. I worked very
hard to stay away from him. He was a good friend of my dad's... card
player, poker and a fisherman as well as golf. He would go on the fishing
trip every year to Canada too. He was the only friend of my dad's I didn't
like. all the rest were good guys and treated me with respect. He was the
only one that would lie around in his underwear with his hand in
there... in front of everyone...surely that meant something.

My dad never seemed to think about it like that. All those other fathers
had sons that played sports... they were big and tough and I wasn't. I
always wanted to ask him... are you disappointed in me for not being like
that... for not being more like you. I never asked but he never seemed like
he felt that way.

I'd watch my dad shower and sometimes he's watch me. He'd miss a few days
and then he show up and watch. You'd think I'd grow tired of it but I
didn't. I watched him every time I was there when he showered. It was
enough to see his cock... to see his butt. I loved watching his cock swing
when it wasn't hard as he walked or bob when he was hard. I never grew
tired of watching him.

I think it was moods for him... he's miss a few days and then he'd show
up. It was like that at bedtime too... he'd miss a few days and then he'd
show up. He'd feel me up and finger my hole while I humped the mattress and
occasionally he'd lay down with me for a few minutes and let me snuggle
with him. I loved to feel him up closes like that.  One night he seemed
particularly horny...he was hard when his underwear came off and in the
shower he stroked his dick with lather from the soap. I was watching
through the holes of the pegboard very intently... that was new and I liked
it... it was very hot.

He dried off and stepped out on to the rug... he walked over to the
pegboard with his hard dick swinging back and forth...He dried off some
more in front of the pegboard... up close where I could see him clearly. He
turned around and dried his butt... running the towel between his
cheeks. He leaned over and spread his butt cheeks wide. I saw his hairy
crack and pucker up close. I was on fire he had me so hot doing that. That
he was this horny only made me hornier than ever. He turned and reached for
his robe without putting underwear on. I went and sat on the couch before
he came into the room. I didn't hide the fact that I was hard in my
shorts. there was the obvious tent that showed I was hard.

I watched as he came in and looked at me as he sat down and leaned back in
his recliner. the leg rest came up as he went back. He put his feet on the
leg rest with his knees bent and then moved his knees further apart. It
gave me a clear view of his hard cock... he scooted forward in the chair
enough that his butthole showed too. it was an incredible view.

I looked at him watching me. he was so turned on... almost as much as I
was. He whispered to me to take my clothes off. I stood up and did as he
told me. He opened his robe and motioned for me to get in the chair with
him. I climbed on top and lay down on him... our cocks touched. He reached
around me and felt my butt pulling me closer into him. I humped him... just
like I did the mattress with our dicks grinding into each other.

I came so hard... and so did my dad. There was all this sticky stuff
between us and at first I thought it was pee. I didn't know what to think
as I lay there quiet now but still breathing a little harder than normal. I
asked him what that stuff was but before he could answer the phone rang.

I got up so he could and he answered the phone. It was the neighbor from
next door inviting him over to play cards. My dad hung up the phone and
went into the bathroom where he cleaned up with a washrag. He wiped me down
too. He said he would explain about this stuff later when he got
home... he'd stop in at bedtime and talk to me.

I was almost asleep when he came in my room later. The light was off and it
was dark. he sat down without turning the light on and asked if I was
awake. I said I was... he patted my belly through the sheet and light
blanket. "You feel like talking or are you tired?" he asked. I felt like
talking and told him so.

He lay down next to me on the bed... on his side facing me. He was real
close and I liked it... close enough that he could whisper. "How do you
feel about what we did earlier?" he asked. "I liked it," I said. "Can we do
that again?" "Sure," he said sounding happy. "That stuff... you
know... that came out of me... that was called cum... when you get older
you'll make that too."

"What's it for?" I asked. "Oh... it's a long story," he said. "Maybe we
should save that when you're older. All you need to know... is that when
you make a man feel good... that will come out of his dick when he gets
that special feeling. You get that feeling now... and in a few years you'll
make cum too."

I snuggled closer and my dad slipped his hand under the covers... it went
down into the underwear I was wearing and slowly stroked my hard dick. It
felt really good when he did that. "You like that?" he asked. "Yeah," I
said. "There are other things that feel good too... maybe I'll teach you
when you're a little older."

"Oh. teach me now," I whined. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You're pretty
young for this." "I'm not too young," I said. "Yeah but I'm not sure you're
ready for this," he said. "I'm ready," I argued pleading with him to teach
me. "Please. teach me." I could see my dad smile a little in the moonlight
that came in from the window.

"Well. it feels really good. if you put it in your mouth and suck on it,"
he said. My eyes got huge... what a thought...sucking on
that. "You'd... let me do that?" I whispered. "Do you want to?" asked my
dad. "Oh yes," said I whispered with excitement. "I'd do that as long as
you wanted me to." "Maybe we can try that sometime... see if you like it,"
he said. "Can we try that now?" I asked. "It's late. you should get some
sleep," said my dad. "If you really want to... we can try that tomorrow."

"I'll never be able to sleep now," I complained. My dad laughed softly. "It
will give you something to look forward to." He started to get up but I
held his arm. "Can you stay for a little longer. just to talk?" I begged.
He lay back down next to me with his hand going back under the covers in
into the shorts... he took hold of me and squeezed a little. "Do other
boys... do they do that?" I asked. "Some do," he said. "You have to be
careful... not everyone will want too... be really careful before you
ask... or try that." "I will," I said. It was exciting that he was talking
about other guys and that they do that or might want to. "How will I know
if they want to?" I asked.  "You'll be able to tell," he said. "Like I
could tell you wanted to... I just knew it... other boys... or men... will
be obvious too. If they looked at you... or at your crotch... they might
squeeze their crotch a little while you look. that's a good sign they want
it. If you're in a restroom... at the urinals... and they back up enough
you see them... like they're showing it to you... that's a good sign."

That was all very interesting and I understood what he was saying. "Gordon
showed me his," I said. "He did?" my father asked like he was surprised. I
hope I didn't get Gordon in trouble. I wouldn't have told if I thought he'd
get in trouble. "When did he do that?" he asked. "When he stayed over... in
bed the next morning ... it was out of his pajamas...it was hard. He was
asleep so I looked at it." "Are you sure he was asleep?" asked my dad. I
shrugged. "His eyes were closed," I said. "The next morning he was
awake. he smiled and winked at me while I looked at it."

"I think he wanted you to see it," he said. "I liked looking at it," I
said. My dad smiled again. "I'm sure you did," he said. "Was it big?" "Not
as big as yours," I said. "It was thick but not very long." "The next time
he stays over. maybe he'll let you play with it," he said. "I wanted too
last time but Grandpa got up." My dad nodded. "You don't want to get
caught. be very careful. and remember this is our secret." "I know," I said
with a smile. "I'll be careful and I'll never tell anyone."

"Is Gordon the only one that you've seen?" asked dad. I shook my
head. "Ronnie, Randy and Richard," I said naming the boys next door. I
could tell he was surprised. "What did you do with them?" he asked. "Just
fooled around... you know. took them out and looked at them... touched each
other." "I'm surprised Richard did that," said my dad. "It only happened
one time," I said. "Who has the biggest dick?" he asked. "Richard," I
said. "Then Randy and then Ronnie... Randy's is thicker than Ronnie's."

"I'd stay away from their dad," he said. I nodded. "I know... he caught me
looking and glared at me," I said. "Yeah. he's not going to go for any of
that. You should be careful around his boys too... he's not going to like
that either," he said. I nodded that I understood. "You've got to be very
careful," he said. "I will," I said.  My dad said good night and got up off
the bed... he went out the door closing it behind him.

My mom had the weekend off so there was none of that going with her in the
house. I knew better that to even ask. I was good. I played outside with my
friends across the street... we played baseball in the yard only we used a
tennis ball and tennis racket instead of a bat and regular ball. It was fun
and we had a good time.

There were older boys in the neighborhood... a few of them walked up the
alley behind where we played. One of them was a really good wrestler named
Trent... he was good sized with a big beefy body. I saw him a few times in
his yard with his older brother... they were both wearing a wrestling
outfit... a singlet. I don't know if they just came back from a meet or
what... but they both were very hot dressed like that. The older brother
was taller but not as heavy as Trent. I think I looked at Trent too much
and he'd noticed me doing it. He'd glare at me and I'd look away. I don't
know why he was so mean. You put on a tight suit like that and people are
going to look.

We actually had a babysitter Saturday night... the older boy from across
the street came over. He was nineteen and very tall... nice looking too. He
carried me on his shoulders at the country club when we were swimming at
the lake... he took me all the way out to the raft like that. He was the
lifeguard. I liked Chuck but he wasn't that way. He'd shower in the locker
room and I saw his dick several times... it was nice looking just like he
was. I didn't find out until many years later that he slipped into my
sister's room and felt her up... she told my mom and that was the last we
saw of Chuck as a babysitter. They never told my dad who would have gone
ballistic had he known. It would have been fine if it were me he was
feeling up but not my sister. I know I was disappointed.

It was the following week that our routine went back to normal. Dad
showered and I watched... he suggested I take mine right after he did. His
robe was open when I came into the family room and he was hard. I climbed
up in the chair with him and he gave me my first lesson on sucking cock. It
was the hottest thing I'd ever done and I'd have to say my dad liked it a
lot too. The cum thing was hot too... not sure of the taste at first but I
was sure it would grow on me.  I was sort of on all fours with my butt in
the air as I sucked his cock... he held on to my cock from behind. between
my legs... he'd tug on my cock if I scraped him with my teeth. I got the
hang of it pretty quick that way.

Later when he came into my room and lay down with me he wanted to know what
I thought. I told him I would do that whenever he wanted me too... that I
loved doing it. His hand slipped under the covers and into the underwear I
was wearing...he felt my hard dick. "There is another thing that feels
pretty good," he whispered in my ear.  I couldn't believe there was
more... what could be better than that. I couldn't imagine. "You know how I
finger your little butt when you hump the mattress?" he asked. I
nodded... yeah that was great but we'd already done that a few
times. "Imagine... me doing that... with my tongue," he whispered.

I gasped... my eyes were huge in the dark room. I couldn't fathom such a
thing! "You'd do that?" I whispered back quickly. Dad laughed a
little. "Sure," he whispered. "What about you... want to try that
sometime?"  I'd do whatever he wanted... whatever he told me to
do... without question. "I'd do that to you," I whispered. "I'd do that to
you... too," he said. "Why don't you roll over on your belly and I'll show
you what it feels like."

I rolled over and my dad pulled the covers off me... he pulled the
underwear down and got behind me. I was surprised when his face went in my
butt... then when I felt his tongue. I wasn't prepared for the pleasure
that brought. He started out gently getting me wet with his saliva and then
probed deeper as I started to move on the bed. I came so hard... so
quickly... that it left me gasping.

My dad moved up after opening his robe... he lay down on me with his hard
cock laying in my butt crack. He supported his weight with his arms while
he humped me. The moans in my ear told me how much he wanted that... how
much he enjoyed it.When he came shooting his cum over my butt... it made it
slick and felt incredible against my butthole.

He lay there like that afterward and asked me what I thought. I told him I
loved it and wanted to it all the time. "It does get addicting," he
said. "I want to come in here every night and do this with you." "I want
you too... to," I whispered. "Alright," he whispered. "As long as you want
to... I want to." "I want to," said I said. He got off me and pulled up the
underwear that I was wearing... he pulled the covers back up and then said
good night.

I thought about a lot of things before I fell asleep one of them was how
much I loved my dad lying in bed talking to me. I thought of his butt as I
watched him walking to the shower and what it would be like seeing it up
close and sticking my tongue in there. I was hard thinking about that and
couldn't wait.

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