Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 13:16:16 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Here's Lookin' At You Kid!"

HERE'S LOOKIN' AT YOU KID!
by Salvin Saar

I awoke from my childhood seemingly overnight. I began to have feelings
that were foreign to my innocents. A driving and unrelenting desire
propelled me to take risks that I would not have taken otherwise. I became
aware of my surroundings, familiar as they were and yet seen as if for the
first time by my newly awakened eyes.

My father had been there throughout my entire life, but now he seemed
different somehow.  No longer was he only the father that loved me and
provided care.  He was a fully developed male and for some reason this
enthralled me every waking moment of my day.

The once normal behavior of my father journeying to the laundry room in his
white cotton briefs to retrieve his newly dried pants had taken on a new
and special importance.  I would be seated with my breakfast in hand before
he passed by me every morning.  My breakfast seemed a mere diversion next
to the brief, but all important, glimpse of my father's nearly naked body
and the male package contained in his white jockey's that bounced heavily
between his mighty hair covered legs.

My attention was not unnoticed by him, contrary to my childish belief. He
knew that I was coming of age and as my attention drifted towards him, his
in return drifted unknowingly to me.  He had seen the signs of my own
maturity as the sapling hairs of my young and slender legs grew longer and
thicker now. My chest had become more defined and my shoulders broader.  A
patch of dark hair was now also sprouting thickly beneath the pits of my
arms. A dark fuzz was also forming on my upper lip. My face was still
smooth except for a few small bumps that broke out of their own volition
from time to time, showing more signs of my coming into adulthood.

My voice had become deeper but only seemed noticeable to others who claimed
not to recognize me on the phone. To me this change had went unnoticed, but
secretly I smiled inside when someone called and assumed I was the man of
the house.

The change I thought most significant was the one affecting the private
regions beneath my under drawers. Dark hairs were beginning to covering my
once smooth balls and crotch. It was a joyous thrill when I discovered the
first blossoms of maturity. My cock was also becoming larger and the fleshy
orbs beneath them, heavier and larger.

This part of me was beginning to draw more and more of my daily attention.
I would rub my growing rod because it felt so good, but I didn't know what
the end result could be. I was still a virgin and quite unknowledgeable
sexually, never having had any older friends. I, myself, was the oldest in
a group of my peers and they seemed to lack any interest in their own
bodies while my interest in mine grew.

A few times I had rubbed for a while when I started to feel something funny
in the pit of my stomach.  It kind of frightened me, so I stopped what I
was doing. But the unrelenting thought of seeing my father naked never
stopped and seemed to nag constantly in my mind. I felt weird for the
sudden obsession but could not stop myself from thinking about him and
wanting to see more of him.  But I didn't know how I could accomplish
that. He was a light sleeper and the two times I had entered his room
recently he had immediately woken up to ask me what was wrong.  I had dared
to enter the bathroom on numerous occasions, but as always the door was
locked.

Then, when I had nearly given up, another thought presented itself: If I
can't get a look at his privates, perhaps I'd just let him get a look of
mine!  I didn't know why this idea excited me, but the more I thought about
it the more I wanted to do it. After further consideration, I decided to go
for it.

I thought of several ideas before selecting one to try. I thought of
leaving the door cracked and showering right before he did, but counted
that out since I could never really know if he'd seen me.  The idea was to
let him see my privates, but without knowing he had, there was really no
point.  Then idea of walking naked into the laundry room occurred to me,
but I decided that would have seemed too bold, not to mention obvious
(especially since I had never done it before).  Then the idea came to me. I
decided I would expose myself to him by wearing something revealing.

I went to my room and grabbed a hand mirror and all my shorts. One after
the other, I tried them all on to find a good pair that would allow an easy
view of my cock and balls, or at least part of them.. Of the 6 pair of
shorts I had, only one proved to be both large enough and made of a
material that would not cling to my thighs. It was a white pair of soccer
shorts and they were just stiff enough to be able to position well. I put
them on in my room and sat on my bed while I practiced manipulating the
fabric.  With the hand mirror I was able to see that my plan would indeed
work. I peered at the mirror and could see my cock hanging down against my
inner thigh. A sly grin passed over my face as I congratulating myself
silently on my brilliant plan.  Now I had only to wait until after dinner
and I would put my plan to work!

I did have some reservations however about the plan. Not that it would fail
necessarily, I felt pretty certain I could pull it off, but more about the
reason why I wanted Dad to see me and why I wanted to see him. For nearly 2
months I had thought of almost nothing else except seeing Dad's package.
Curiosity perhaps, I said to myself, but I believed it was more than just
that. I started to feel guilty about it. From what I understood to be
normal that is, a guy and a girl togther, this seemed to make me weird.
But today I pushed my doubts aside and decided to go for it anyway. Perhaps
letting him see me would cure me of my obsession and life could go on
normally!

Dinner came and went and afterward I rushed to the bathroom to take my
shower while my dad cleaned up the dishes. I was finished in under about 10
minutes and had my shorts on and a tight white tee-shirt. But my plan hit
an unexpected hitch. Once I had the shorts on (without my usual underwear,)
I became excited about exposing myself and my cock started to swell in my
shorts, making them tent out in front of me! I knew I couldn't just walk in
the livingroom sporting a stiffy, so I had to deflate the problem so to
speak. I just thought of the most disturbing thing I could imagine (The
exorcist vomit scene seemed to do the trick!). Once I was back under wraps,
I headed out.

I made a quick stop by my bedroom to grab a book to study. As was my usual
custom, I would study and do my homework, while Dad watched TV. I entered
the livingroom, slowly and casually, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Dad
was already watching his show when I took my seat.

The livingroom had a recliner, a long soft and a love seat. They were
arranged in a broken C shape, the recliner being the top of C, the sofa-
the middle and the love seat-the bottom. The TV was against the wall
parallel to the sofa. The recliner (turned slightly left toward the T.V.)
was across from the love seat. I had made careful inspection to make sure
to sit in the most noticeable place. I sat down on the love seat across
from Dad as he continued to watch televison.

The moment I sat down my shorts bunched together and I knew that nothing
could be seen.  I couldn't exactly rearrange my shorts without being
obvious, so I had to wait for my Dad to leave before I could proceed.
"Damn!" I thought. It took a little while, but he left for a minute during
a commercial to get a drink. Once he left, I quickly adjusted myself so
both my cock and balls were hanging down the right side of my shorts and
fluffed them up a little to give a better view. Since he was only sitting
about 10 feet away and the lights were on, I knew he couldn't possibly miss
it once he glanced over my way.

My cock was starting to get hard again, so I quickly turned my attention
back to my studies to get it off my mind. When Dad came back, he sat back
in his chair for a moment and continued to watch TV. His attention seemed
glued to the screen as he watched his show and I began to doubt that he
would avert his stare to me unless I gave him a reason to do so. Then I
decided to ask him a question to get his attention.

"Dad, are we going to go anywhere on vacation this summer?" I said trying
to sound casual.  I only had about one month left of school and thought it
would be a fairly normal question since we usually took some kind of trip
together. He looked over to me for a second and asked me where I wanted to
go and then looked back to the TV. "Uh, I don't know, I'd kinda like to go
to the beach in Florida," I said trying to think of a real answer quickly.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun," he said looking over to me again, but this
time he didn't turn toward the TV. again. He seemed to be studying me and I
wasn't sure, but I think he looked down at my crotch. "What do you want to
do there son?" he said keeping his eye contact..  My heart was beginning to
race now as I began to think he was really seeing me (it) for the first
time. "Uh, I don't know..." I said almost stuttering over my words, "maybe
lay on the beach and go fishing." He continued looking over at me and I
felt certain he was now examining me closely as his interest in his show
seemed to drop away almost instantly. "You want to go to the Gulf Coast or
the Atlantic Coast?" he said looking to his show for a moment and then back
to me. "The Gulf coast I guess. It's warmer."

We sat for a while and talked about the beaches and where to go and what to
do.  Something about my Dad's open gaze aroused me beyond words. I wasn't a
100 percent sure he had seen me, but I was fairly certain. I could feel the
wind from the ceiling fan caressing the flesh between my legs and I knew I
was still exposed. Just the idea of my Dad checking me out excited me. Time
seemed to stand still as I sat there and talked to Dad. I could feel my
heart beating fast and my breathing was quickened too. It was an
invigorating and erotic sensation. I was completely enthralled in the
moment and I guess that's why I failed to notice that I was not only
exposed, but I was exposed and aroused.

Then Dads words caught me by surprise...  "You just want to see all the
pretty girls, don't ya son," he said humorously, gave a wicked little grin
and then pointedly looked at my crotch. Without thinking, I looked down too
and to my horror my dick was sticking a few inches out of my shorts and
completely erect. The head of my cock was blushing bright red matched
quickly by the red in my cheeks. My heart raced uncontrollable and I knew
my plan had backfired. It was now that I realized for the first time that
Dad had indeed seen me (it) for the first time and I believe it must have
been trying to show off. I, however, was not impressed with it's display. I
was beyond mortified.

Instinctively, I reached down and tried to cover up with my shorts, but the
fabric was no match for the towering inferno of lust that sprung up. I must
have looked a fool to my father as I tried in haste to conceal my enraged
organ. "What was I thinking!" I thought in my head. My plan had only been
to expose my privates, not to make a scene! I felt humiliated for having
been such a fool.

I realized that my own silly lust had brought me to this, and now it
backfired (as I should have known it would) and I was caught in it.  I was
at a loss for what to do. I was paralyzed by humiliation and shame.
Finally, in a last effort, I put my hand on top and forced my tenting rod
down between my legs.  I was afraid to look at Dad for fear he would be mad
or would think I was some kind of weirdo.

Dad must have noticed my extreme discomfort and got up from his recliner
and walked over to me and sat down beside me. I was petrified. Was he mad?
What was he going to do? I felt as if my whole world had collapsed upon
me. I couldn't look at him. But then I felt his arm over my shoulder.

"It's alright son, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to all us
guys," he said whispering in my ear. I kept my flushed face looking down,
still afraid to look at him. He seemed to know what I was feeling at being
so completely revealed to him. I felt his large hand massaging the back of
my neck and then brought his hand forward to my face and guided me to look
at him."Honestly son," he said calmly, "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I
was just surprised that you've grown up so big already. You don't need to
be bashful in front of your ole Dad," he said lightly . "Hell, mine would
get hard like that if a stiff breeze blew when I was your age!" he said
humourously trying to lighten my mood. I couldn't help but break into a
little smile. "There you go, I see a little smile there after all!" He said
as my smile grew. Dad always seemed to know how to cheer me up.

But something else was nagging at me. The ongoing question reappeared in my
mind: Why had I wanted Dad to see me naked to begin with? Even now the
thought of him seeing me naked still aroused me, but why? Was I weird?
Then I decided in lite of the current circumstance to tell Dad the whole
truth, no matter the outcome.

"Dad, there's something I need to tell you." I said as my smile vanished
and I looked seriously at him. "What son, you can tell me anything, you
know that." he said becoming serious himself.  "I'm afraid to tell you Dad,
cause you might get mad at me," I said looking back down.  "I feel really,
eh, bad about it, but I need to tell you anyway."  He looked at me
seriously for a moment in the eyes and said "I won't be mad son, just tell
me." The look in his eyes was sweet and caring and I just knew he was going
to be mad once he knew. I couldn't stop the tears that formed in my eyes
and started to role down my face. Dad seemed to sense what I had to say was
more profound that he suspected and embraced me to my surprise. Then he
whispered in my ear. "It's alright son, whatever it is, I love you no
matter what. Just tell me, O.K." He broke away from me and a few more tears
crept down my cheek. I eased away from him and looked down as I spoke
through trembling lips.

"I wanted you to see me naked Dad. I planned it. I didn't want to get hard
in front of you, but I wanted you to seem my privates. I don't know why
Dad, I just wanted too." Then I looked up at him and his eyes seemed to be
stuck in place. "Am I weird Dad?" I said half crying and then I looked down
and I felt as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off my
shoulders as I revealed my secret.

Dad sat silently next to me for a moment, letting it sink in I guess.  But
only a few seconds passed before he placed his hand on my face and guided
me again to look at him and spoke softly.  "You're not weird son. You just
want to be accepted for what you are now: a man. A lot of boys start
showing off to their Daddy's when they start to develop. It's a natural
thing that most boys do. Hell, I started running around naked in front of
my Dad when I was your age.  It's nothing to be ashamed about boy, nothing
at all. It's just part of growing up.  I'm sure you're probably wondering
what I look like too, right?" He said giving me a questioning look.

It was like Dad could see into my soul and I was speechless for a second
and then I nodded slowly.  "Damn son! You had me scared for a second. I
thought you'd knocked a girl up or had gotten addicted to drugs." He said
for a moment and then leaned back and gave what appeared to be a sign of
relief and then rubbed my head.

Then Dad shifted his gaze to my crotch. "No use hiding it son," he said
gesturing for me to remove my hand. I moved it away slowly as my shorts
sprung instantly upward.  "Looks like you gonna be as big as your Dad," he
said with a hint of humor and pride in his voice.

"You do know how to take care of that thing, dontcha son?" he said as if
realizing that he had forgotten to do something. I hesitated for a moment
before answering, feeling a little embarrassed at my Dad's obvious
inspection of my crotch. "Uh, what Dad?" I finally said, not fully
realizing what he was talking about. "You know son, .playing with it,
right. You've done that, haven't you?" I was shocked for a moment by the
directness of the question and then the thought of touching myself in the
bathroom and while I was lying in bed popping into my mind. Finally, after
a long moment of silence, I summoned the courage to speak. "Uh, yes sir,
I've touched it, a few times," I said, then realizing I was lying again
"well, eh, a lot actually," I said softly, adding the truth. I felt the
familiar burning in my cheeks again.. "And, you shoot off too, right son, I
mean, you know, cum?"

He sounded a little awkward when he said this. I could tell he was feeling
a little bit nervous himself talking to me about it. I sat for a moment in
thought trying to comprehend what he was talking about. For a moment the
idea of my penis suddenly shooting off from my body like a rocket crossed
my mind, but I knew he must be talking of something different. "I'm not
really sure what you mean Dad," I said looking up at him for a moment shyly
and then back down.

Dad sat for a second in silence and then began to talk again. "None of your
friends have told you about jerking off, son?" he said as if surprised. I
pondered again for a minute and assumed it had something to do with
touching myself. "No, I don't think they touch theirs yet," I said and the
answer sounded stupid in my mind. "Well, No Wonder you're Hard up!" Dad
said as if realizing an important discovery.

"I'll be right back," he said and then got up from the love seat and headed
off into the bathroom and when he returned he had a towel and a jar of
Vaseline.. "There's something important I need to show you son, something I
promise you'll never forget and use often," he said with a little smile on
his face and a kind of slyness in the words. Then his expression turned
serious, "But you're gonna need to trust me and do as I say, OK?" I was
still blushing as I looked up at him and nodded slowly in agreement sensing
immediately the importance of what he was saying.

 "Alright son, stand up and step out of those shorts so Daddy can have a
good look," he said casually with a smile on his face. I could tell he was
trying to play up to my desire to be exposed to him. I got up and
reluctantly tugged my shorts down over my hard cock, revealing it and my
balls fully for the first time to my father's inspecting eyes as he stood
unwavering and watched.  My cock was standing straight forward feeling
harder than I had ever known.

Dad looked down, inspecting me and I looked down following his gaze. My
nakedness was compounded by the fact that he was still fully clothed. But
he didn't seem to notice or acknowledge the humbling effect he had on
me. "Let's lose the shirt too son so I can see the full package," he said
and grabbed my tee-shirt and lifted it over my head until I stood before
him, now completely nude. In a way I felt like a small child again getting
ready for my bath.

Dad looked over my body from head to toe and then stepped behind and
examined my rear and back while he rested his hand on my shoulder. He
grabbed my arm, lifted it up and traced his finger along the patch of hair
that grew under it. I snickered a little from the feeling. "Looks like
you're gonna have some hairy pits like your Dad," he said looking at me and
giving me a grin.

Then he knelt down and closely examined my cock and balls. It hovered only
an inch or so from his face and I could actually feel his breath on it.
Then suddenly his hand reached out and touched my low hanging balls.
Instinctively I jerked away from him, stunned by his unexpected touch. I
felt his left hand steady me on my shoulder. "Just relax son, I'm not gonna
hurt you," he said comically.

He held my shoulder firmly as his free hand reached forward again and
cupped my swaying balls. The warmth of his hand felt incredible against my
smooth balls and then he squeezed them, assessing them in some way. I
couldn't help but let out a sigh of surprise. "You're definitely ready for
what I have to show you and probably Overdue!" he said as if amazed. Then
he ran a few of his fingers along the hairs that grew around my cock and
balls. The sensation was amazing and I shuddered from the erotic feeling.

Then Dad looked up at me and smiled broadly. "You're definitely growing up
son. And from the looks of it you're gonna be a big guy! I'm glad to see
you're carrying on the family tradition." He said and gave me a wink. He
stood up, patted me gently on the backside and then told me to sit down on
the love seat and then took a place beside me. "Now it's time my grownin'
man learns how to take care of himself," he said and shot me another smile.

He opened the jar of vaseline and motioned it toward me. "Get some of this
on your hand and rub it on that pole of your's son," He said gently.  I did
as he instructed and reached my nearly shaking hand over into the container
of stuff. I got a good amount of the thick slimly goo and then rubbed it
onto my shaft. It felt cool against my cock and it was thick like cooking
grease. Dad seemed intent on every movement I made. "Get it all over," he
said while looking at my cock. Once every inch (of my respectable 5) was
covered, he gave me further instruction.

"Now son take your hand and wrap it around like this..." He demonstrated
with his hand and fingers making an O shape. I followed his lead and placed
my hand on my hard shaft and it throbbed in excitement. "Now don't grip it
too tight," he said smiling. "You'll need to be able to move your hand
along it." Then he gestured with his hand and showed me precisely how I was
to move my hand.  "Up and down son," he said then implying for me to begin.

I began to move my hand up and down as Dad had instructed. At first it felt
very mechanical, not at all natural as my arm jostled to and fro. But as I
worked on this new motion the vaseline became warm and much more slippery
and I felt my hand sliding easily up and down the length of my shaft in no
time at all. It felt splendid and I wondered silently why I had never
thought of doing this before.

I was sitting straight back in the love seat, while Dad was turned slightly
toward me, his back resting on the arm of the small sofa.  He seemed
content on watching me which made me feel a little uncomfortable at
first. But then I noticed the almost animal look in his eyes and became
extremely aroused and excited from his unyielding attention.

As I sat stroking my rod, I looked over to Dad's crotch and noticed it was
larger than I had ever seen it before. Perhaps it was just the way he was
sitting, I thought at first. But my attention suddenly drifted there more
and more and I was certain that wasn't what it was. Something seemed to be
going on under his pants. Perhaps he was hard like me! I thought in
excitement. Dad noticed me looking at his crotch and I looked up and him
quickly. He gave me a questioning stare to see what was on my mind as his
eyebrow arched slightly. Then I summoned the courage to speak."Dad...uh.."
I said a little awkwardly..."do you do this too?" Dad looked at me for a
moment then shot me a smile.  "Yeah boy, I do it too-just like all men." My
eyes darted down again to his bulging crotch and he also shifted his gaze
downward. "I guess you've noticed mine's wanting some attention too!" he
said smiling and looked back at me. For a moment he seemed to feel the same
awkward feeling I had felt. " I guess watching you jerk off for the first
time's got my cock a little jealous," he said obviously embarrassed, but
tried to disguise it in a comical tone.

 "Why don't you do it too Dad?" I said trying to sound casual. I felt bold
after having spoken the words, but I could tell the suggestion didn't seem
to bother my Dad. He seemed to ponder for a moment."Well, why not. We might
as both have a little fun, ay boy? Plus I'm sure your still curious too,
right?" he said and I nodded again.

I was still jerking off when Dad started to take off his close, but I
started to get a funny feeling in my stomach so I slowed down.

Dad looked at the TV sub-consciously as he took off his clothes. I guess he
wanted to appear as casual about it as possible, giving me ample
opportunity to study him without feeling awkward.  He casually lifted off
his shirt and exposed his torso. He was very nicely build, not to thin and
not fat. He didn't have the body of a chiseled model, but that of a man who
worked for a living and his muscles were the proof. His chest was covered
with a thick dusting of light fur, giving it the appearance of a drawn line
down the center leading to his underparts. His arms were muscular and thick
also, each adorned with a tattoo from his wild and crazy navy days. He
stood for a moment, and rubbed his stomach and chest and then reached down
and started to unbuckle his pants.  My heart started to beat fast again in
anticipation. He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them exposing his
thick hairy legs. Then one by one he balanced himself and pulled off his
sox.  He was now in the familiar state I had seen many times before on his
trek to the laundry room in the morning. The final moment was approaching
and I was desperately waiting for him to remove his underpants. Something
inside them was straining to get out and from the look of it, it was huge!

His hand reached down, teasing the elastic around the waist. My heart
seemed to stop as I watched him. With one swift movement he pulled his
underwear down, as casually as if there were nothing more than a sock and
revealed himself to my virgin eyes. I was entranced at first by the sight
of his naked masculine body. Something about the first time you see a grown
man naked almost shocks your senses and I knew I'd never forget that
moment. He was breathtaking in all his glory and glory it was indeed.
Naturally my attention at first was completely focused on the huge cock
that was completely erect and pointing straight out. A massive rod it was,
thick and veiny with a bright red cock head that looked like a small smooth
helmet. I could see a hint of moisture at it's tip. My mouth seemed hang
open from the shock of it's size. Then I noticed the huge balls that hung
underneath. They were huge round fleshy orbs that seemed to sway and jiggle
between his mighty thighs from even the slightest movement.  As he turned
slightly the light from the TV showed massive amounts of curly hairs
dancing along the underside of the huge round sacks. Surrounding his cock
and balls was a mound of dark hair that only seemed to accentuate Dad's
most private parts.  He was my perfect fantasy of manhood. Thick, solid and
hairy. Nothing trimmed to perfection, nothing tanned to perfection and
nothing toned to perfection, but perfection he was none-the-less.


After Dad had stripped he turned and moved toward me. His large rod was
only inches from my face and at one I looked up at him, not wanting to be
obvious with my inspection of him.  He seemed to sense I was impressed by
his manhood and shot me a smile downward as I looked into his eyes.  "Don't
worry son, you'll be up to par soon enough. Hell, you'll probably put your
Dad to shame!" he said giving me a smile and a wink.

He sat back down next to me and grabbed the tube of vaseline and casually
greased up his huge shaft.  To my surprise, he put his right arm over my
shoulders as we began jerking off together. It was an incredible intimate
bond for me. I felt the thick patch of his underarm brushing against my
naked shoulder as our arms jostled together up and down. Dad made no
attempt to keep from looking at me so I decided looking at him was only
fair play. Dad didn't mind. "I feel like a teenager myself son!"  Dad
exclaimed stroked his pulsating shaft.

Then something started to feel weird again. I didn't know what it was, but
it was beginning to irritate me and I stopped jerking off.  I sat there for
a moment with an annoyed look on my face. Dad was obviously not
experiencing any problems. Dad noticed that I had stopped. "What's wrong
son?" my Dad said curiously, still stroking himself but slowing down a
little.  "I don't know Dad, something in my stomach keeps feeling weird," I
said a little breathlessly and annoyed.  Dad quickly smiled at me.  "That
just means you're getting close boy, don't worry. It's supposed to happen."
"Close to what Dad?" I said in complete bewilderment. "Shooting you're
first load boy. You'll love it, I promise. Don't be scared just keep going,
son. Trust me."

Dad gave my right shoulder a squeeze and pulled me a little closer to
him. I caught my Dad's masculine scent for the first time and inhaled him
deeply. I smelled his cologne mixed with sweat from his long day at
work. The scent seemed to intoxicate me for a moment as I began rubbing my
cock again.  The sensation seemed to have stopped, but a few seconds later
it came back again. Something about the feeling scared me a little. I
wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it just felt really odd. I wasn't sure what
was going to happen, but I felt more confident I could handle it being in
the protective grasp of my father.

The feeling grew more and more intense as continued stroking myself.
Instinctively I started to stroke faster and faster. The strange sensation
turned from feeling odd to really, really good. I was reaching a new high
and I seemed to be on an unstoppable course now, unable to quit what I was
doing even if I wanted to. I was mesmerized by the new and awesome
sensation in my mid section, like none I had felt before. I started
breathing heavier I could feel sweat forming on my brown and see it
glistening on my chest. My nipples were erect as the feeling of erotic
ecstacy began to overtake me. I noticed my breathing for the first time, as
it was getting faster and deeper. Dad seemed to sense that something was
about to happen to me and I felt his hand once again squeeze my shoulder
while he continued to stoke his own huge cock.

Then it happened.  I felt as if time had stopped and I felt as if I were
frozen. I felt a lump in my throat and for a second fear gripped me as I
knew something was happening, I yelled out "Dad, Dad....Dad!" in an urgency
that would frighten most any parent. Dad only gripped me harder against him
and shouted "Shoot it boy!" I could feel something working it's way up the
shaft of my cock and for a split second I thought I was going to piss on
the couch. Then my body tensed up and I felt my stomach clench hard as if I
were having some type of spasm. My legs pushed against the floor and my
back arched as my cock jutted upward as my butt clenched. Every fiber of my
being was now drawn to the pulsating shaft in my hand.  It was the center
of my Universe. My eyes closed unwillingly and I felt my cock spasming
uncontrollable as it started to expel something warm and thick onto my
stomach and clenched hand.  It was an unbelievable feeling of no
comparison. It was Bliss.

I forced my eyes narrowly open as I looked in wonder at a thick white cream
that was being evacuated by my cock. It was still erupting and running down
my hand. Dad kept his grip on me, steading me and watching intently as the
waves of passion continued washing over me. I continued to stroke it slowly
upward, expelling more of the unusual substance. The sight of it scared me
at first, but I knew nothing bad could have felt this good. It was pure
joy. I looked down at my chest and cock in bewilderment as I inspected
closely for the first time the thick white fluid that was impaled there --
still wondering what had happed, but knowing that whatever it was it was
the most awesome feeling ever.  Then my attention turned toward Dad.

He was still looking over at my white soiled body and jerking off when I
felt his grip tighten on my shoulder once again. His eyes closed and his
head shot backward quickly. Then his huge shaft began to spurt the same
white liquid. The first shot came out almost violently as he shuddered and
moaned in response. It shot toward him hitting him squarely in the
chest. Then a second shot fired and nipped me on the shoulder. I was amazed
by the site. Then, like mine, it started erupting out of his red swollen
cock head like white lava from a fleshy volcano. Dad kept working his hand
up and down, pushing against his huge balls. He was expelling more of the
stuff than I had and for a moment I worried that he had sprung a leak as it
kept gushing and gushing out for what seemed like a minute. Dad could only
moaned over and over again and was breathing incredibly fast.

After a minute or so he opened his eyes and looked at me with a worn out
expression. He must feel as tired as I feel, I thought silently. I could
only stare back at him in awe for what had just happened.  I felt his hand
again squeeze my shoulder affirming that I had done well. I pushed my back
against his body this time, feeling his moist warm chest against my
back. His arm moved across my chest and he hugged my naked worn body
against his as our chests seemed to heave together in perfect rhythm.

I lay against him for some time, hugged by his embrace, as our tired bodies
recovered from the intense climax. I felt his hand moving along my chest,
rubbing in gently and then it moved down to my stomach rubbing the now
liquified substance around with his fingers. Then his hand moved lower and
I felt him rubbing the hairs of my crotch between his fingers. I jerked a
little, feeling as if I were being tickled. Then he grabbed the base of my
deflating cock abruptly and I felt his hand gently squeezed its way from
the base to the tip and I saw a little more of the white stuff come out of
my cock head to my surprise. "You're a man now, son," he whispered in my
ear and gave my cock one final stroke, and then kissed the top of my head.

We sat together for a while longer, enjoying the heat of our sweat and
sticky bodies pressed together.  Eventually we got up and headed for the
shower to clean up. After our shower (which was almost as fun as jerking
off together) Dad invited me into his bed. We slept in a close embrace as a
thunderstorm raged outside. My life was never the same after that night. I
was happier than I had ever known possible and for the first time in a long
while, I slept peacefully, without the teasing erotic dreams that made me
toss and turn for nearly two months. What happened after that is another
part of this story.  I will eventually continue it. Let me just say that
what happened that night was only the beginning of a long and beautiful
relationship with my father.

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