Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 13:42:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Helping out Dad

My father was always a very strong man. He worked hard to support his
family and made sure my mother and I had everything we needed. He was the
kind of man I wanted to be and I respected him gratefully.

When I was 15 a tragic accident changed our lives forever. My mother was
home alone one evening, I was out with friends, my father was working
late for extra money. My mother fell asleep on the couch with a cigarette
in her hand. The cigarette started a fire and she didn't wake up in time
to get out. The house burned down, killing my mother and destroying every
possession we had.

My mother's death devastated my father and I greatly. After the funeral
we learned that the house insurance had lapsed and we would be getting
nothing. What little family we had weren't in a position to help us. My
father decided he needed a better paying job to support us and he got a
job in another city. We had to move from the small town I had grown up in
to a much bigger city. Unfortunately, while he was making more money, the
cost to rent a place was also incredibly higher. I told him it didn't
matter where we lived and we ended up moving into a small studio
apartment.

Dad told me I could use the sofa bed and he would sleep on the floor. I
insisted that we share the bed and he reluctantly accepted. Dad began
working 12-18 hours days to ensure we had food to eat and I had what I
needed.

I did my part and made sure Dad had something to eat when he got home. I
took on more responsibility for myself and my father than most 15 year
old boys do, but I would do anything for my father.

Six months after my mother's death, my father still hadn't gotten over
her death. He worked all the time and had no social life at all. I knew
that he hadn't had sex at all, and I was also pretty sure he hadn't as
much as jacked off in that time either. I was sure he was horny as hell.
I wished there was something I could do for him.

One night after a particularly long day at work, Dad came home. I had
dinner for him.

"Thanks for the dinner, Thomas," Dad told me. He also told me that I was
a good kid. I told him I didn't mind taking care of him. After dinner,
Dad climbed into bed and stripped. He liked to sleep naked, but didn't
like to bare himself in front of me, even though we slept in the same
bed.

I watched him for a bit as he slipped into dream zone. He was on his back
and watched as his cock began to create a tent in the bed sheet. I knew
he was incredibly horny and also knew he wouldn't ever take even enough
time to jack off to relieve himself. I'm sure he wanted too, but would
have to do it while I was there and that wouldn't be appropriate in his
mind.

I decided that for everything he had done for me, I had to do something
for him. I climbed onto the sofa bed next to Dad and pulled the sheet
back to reveal his hard cock. I had definitely inherited my cock size
from him, though I wasn't as large as him. My cock was eight inches long
when hard and I was sure Dad's was at least nine inches long and even a
little thicker than mine.

I watched him breathe in and out as he slept to make sure he didn't wake
up. I then grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke it slowly. Using
the same pressure I did when I jacked myself off, I began to jack off
Dad. I stroked up and down his hard cock and began to increase the
pressure and the strokes.

I paused when Dad moaned, but he didn't wake. I continued stroking him.
It only took a few moments of me jacking his cock and he began to shoot
his load. It was a huge load and his cum squirted into the air landing on
my hand and my face. He began to stir and I quickly rolled over.

I pretended to be asleep.

"What the hell," I heard Dad say. "Fuck, must've had a wet dream."

The next morning, Dad didn't say anything but he changed the sheets. I
could see that he was feeling better and a little less stressed. I was
glad I could help.

Dad left for work and asked me to get the laundry started before I went
to school. I went to grab the sheets and put them in the washer. I picked
them up and found the spot where Dad had cummed. The spot was hard from
his man juice. I lifted it my noise and took a wiff. It smelled
marvelous, just like him and I found myself getting hard. I had never as
much as gotten a hard on looking at the other guys in showers at PE, but
I found myself incredibly turned on by my dad's cum.

I licked the sheets tasting his cum and my cock got even harder. I
dropped my pants, and started jacking off as I licked and sniffed the
dried cum. I shot a fucking huge load, one of the biggest loads I had
ever shot.

Then the reality of what happened hit me and I was hit with a wave of
guilt. I dropped the sheets and stuffed them into the machine. I vowed to
forget what had happened, but soon found it was all I could think about.


Comments are welcome. There might be more stories to tell. What do you
think?