Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 13:49:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Guy Smith Subject: Helping out Dad, Part 3 Dad and his cock was all I could think about. Despite the danger involved in it all, I began jacking him off and sucking him off on a regular basis. I couldn't help myself and I loved the taste of his cum. One evening, Dad came home early. He told me he needed to talk to me. My heart raced at what the possible subjects were. I didn't think he would be revealing that he knew about my nighttime activities with him. He started off telling me that recently he had been feeling a great deal less stressed. He said at first he thought he was having wet dreams again, but after a while he realized he had been cumming, but there was no evidence on the sheets. I sat there silent, unsure what I should say, if anything. He went on to tell me he eventually began to think I had been involved in some way, but wasn't sure. He then told me he had borrowed some equipment from a friend of his and began to videotape us at night. I must have turned white as a ghost when he said that. He then got up, popped in a video tape. It showed a scene from just the other night, where I had sucked Dad's cock and then jacked off myself. "Thomas," he said. "What the hell were you thinking." I began to sputter. I told him it started off because I just wanted to help him. Then it got to the point where I loved it so much, I couldn't help and I couldn't stop. "You liked sucking my cock?" he asked. I answered honestly, telling him that I loved it greatly. I said I didn't want to be with any other guy, just him. He told me he wasn't angry with me and he was grateful I had just wanted to help him. Then he said it couldn't happen again, because it was wrong. I knew better than to argue with him. He assured me he would take care of his sexual desires from then on. Dad began jacking off after that. I knew he was doing it when his showers took ten minutes longer than they had before. As much as I wanted to share that with him, I didn't say another word. Then, several weeks after our talk, Dad came home early again. He had a videotape and asked if I minded if he put it in. I said I didn't mind and we sat down on the couch to watch it. It turned out to be a porn flick and started off with a guy eating a chick's pussy and then fucking her hard. I was immediately hard and I could see Dad was too. I wanted to pull out my cock, but wasn't sure if Dad would approve. However, he ended up unzipping his pants and pulled out his hard cock. I did the same, and we slowly stroked our pricks at the same time. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Then he started to talk. He said even though he had been jacking off a lot lately, he wasn't getting the same relief as when I had been doing it for him or sucking him off. I said nothing. "I was thinking," he said. "I was thinking maybe it isn't such a bad thing for you to do what you did as long as we both know that neither one of us is gay. And, of course, if you don't mind doing it. I wouldn't ever force you into something you didn't want to do." "I don't mind at all," I said. "Well, I suppose it is okay then." I didn't hesitate for another second. I was quickly between his legs, his cock in my hand. I stroked him for a moment and then began to lick him before taking his cock into my mouth. Damn, I loved sucking his cock and I finally got what I had wanted before. I got my Dad urging me on. "Oh, yeah, Thomas," he said "That feels so fucking good. Yeah!" His hands went to the back of my head and he began to push my face deeper onto his cock as he thrusted his hips upwards. I took his entire cock down my throat and he started really giving it to me. Dad face fucked my hard and I never gagged once. I stroked my own cock as I sucked his cock. "Damn, yeah!" Dad moaned and groaned. "Suck my cock, son. Yeah, boy. That's it eat my dick. Eat the whole thing." I loved the way he talked to me and it got me even harder. I felt Dad getting ready to cum and I sucked him harder. He face fucked me even faster, and when he came it was another fucking huge load. Dad shot his cum down my throat and I sucked. I came myself when the first load hit the back of my throat. I drank all of Dad's cum and kept his cock in my mouth until he went limp. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. I could tell a wave of guilt hit Dad. He stood, pulled up his pants, stopped the movie and then claimed he had somewhere to go and he was gone. And so it began. Dad would avoid sexual contact with me for weeks, jacking off in the bathroom frequently. I would know he was ready for him to please him again when he brought home a straight porn movie. It was like he could excuse me sucking him off as long as he was watching straight sex. I played along with him and didn't pressure him until he was ready. But when I did get his cock, I made it last as long as I could. I drew out the moment, sucking him until almost the point of cumming and then pulling back. I could get our time to last for several hours and when he did cum it was a fucking explosion. He never minded my jacking off and even let me do it on his cock on time. He claimed he just wanted me to be satisfied as well. It never went beyond me sucking him off and me jacking off. Though I desperately wanted more.