Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 02:44:01 -0600
From: Bill Sinister <bill_sinister (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: I Did It To Dad

This a mostly true story. I changed some of the details just in case -
an admittedly unlikely case - that word of this ever got back to
him. I'm that paranoid. Dad, if you find this, just look at how the
details have changed. No one will ever know what we did.

I was watching my father undress one evening, and I felt a sensation I
hadn't wanted to admit before. I was excited,even trurned-on by
watching Dad undress. I was getting a hard-on, which wasn't all that
unusual, but instead of a boner for no reason, I knew in my heart
he was turning me on.I was horny for my own father! (This continues to
be the case) I wondered if that counted as incest. I didn't care all
that much, we weren't doing anything, This was a couple of years ago,
and - should I say it and risk this: I am 19 now. I was 17 years old -
underage - and literally as horny as hell. If Satan knows how to make
me crazy with lust, he found a doozy of a way.

I couldn't help noticing that Dad's dick was a little swollen. I have
seen guys like that at the gym and figured they were gay, or
some of the stories they tell about girls turn them on. Don't ask
me why I was noticing so much. It's just that It's just that I like
checking out guys when they are naked or nearly naked. Especially the
older ones. That used to freak me right out, but I am almost over it
by now. A "daddy-chaser" some of my gay accomplices used to call
me. Yes, I had older gay "friends" that I liked to dick around with.

I wondered what Dad might be thinking about with his swollen but not
hard dick. He didn't get along with Mom too well. Maybe he was like
me. I shouldn't admit this, but every time I go to the gym, when I'm
done working out, after a while I get hard. I don't know why, but
those men, especially the ones with the hairy asses, really make it worse.

Dad was standing naked in front of the mirror in his bedroom. I was
nearly crazed by wanting to feel him up. Right in the groin, cock and
balls, and hairy ass. Suddenly I couldn't stand it any more and gave
into temptation and went into the bedroom and stood next to Dad. I
noticed we looked similar, still do. My Dad seemed to be inspecting
his naked body. I was wearing those black gym shorts, without
undershorts (which is usual for me) and I could see that there was a
bulge in my shorts! Damn, I should have worn undershorts! My erection
was tenting out those shorts. It was probably obvious to Dad.

I really wanted to squirt a load of come into my Dad's mouth, or
even his furry ass, though I hadn't done that before. Thinking back to
that day turns me on even more. I imagined that slippery feeling - I
had it sort of wrong, but the general idea was right -of slipping my
cock right into my Dad's hot and hairy ass. I thought I could handle it. But
what would he think? I also wanted to put my hot mouth on his dick
and give him the blowjob of his life, if he was into that sort of
thing. I thought about Dad shooting a big load into my mouth just to
show him that being gay wasn't all that bad. I thought about that for
a while, I have to admit more than once. I jerked off thinking about
it, even. Not that Dad was gay. He was mostly straight. But a couple
of times I had seen men cruise my father - my own Dad! - which turned
me on enormously, especially when this guy at the airport looked my Dad all
up and down (I noticed!). Oddly, Dad gave him the thumbs up that he
thought we didn't see, and then told us he had to go to the men's
room. About 10 minutes later he came back. To me he looked
uncharacteristically relaxed. I still wonder what those hunks - my
father and this other guy - did in the re3stroom.(He never told me.)

It seemed obvious - or I imagined it anyway - that Dad had squirted
come out of his dick. By age 15 (I think) I was having sex with men in
certain men's rooms. I knew what could go on there. But at the
airport? The men who suck me off are still about Dad's age. That,
and the fact thatcI was horny, "aroused" as my teacher would say, made
the thought pass through my thin mind that I could possibly get it on
and heve wild sex with my dad - my own fucking father!

What was I going to tell my father there in his bedroom? That I was
horny for his tight and furry ass? He would give me a whuppin' like
I never had in my life. Even that thought turned me on; I wanted Dad
to see my firm tight ass. It had got that way because I had been
working out so much. But the prospect of pain from being spanked made
me have second thoughts. On the other hand, if I somehow got to spank
Dad for getting a blow job in the airport restroom, I would get to
fondle his ass, and he would get the general's idea - especially
when I put a little bit of lube on him and fingered his asshole. I have
to admit my mind works that way.

As horny as I was, I took a risk. I said to my father, "Dad, did that guy
in the airport - was he trying to tell you something? I don't get it."
 - playing the innocent role.

I can't stand to wait to tell you what happened. Dad explained that
the guy's symbol meant nothing (he didn't say why he gave the guy a
thumbs up). So I told him, "Dad, I saw you give him a thumbs up and
then you went to the bathroom. I wondered if you found out what goes
on in there." Uh, oh. I realized my mistake. Since I know what goes on
in men's rooms sometimes, I was cooked. Maybe they do this in all
airports, But I had let the cat out of the bag. "What they do in men's
rooms" was a dead giveaway, At the time I wished I could take it
back. But things happen for a reason.

So I took a chance and sat on Dad's lap, and told him, "I wouldn't
want my father to be assaulted sexually. You do know they do that
don't they?"

Dad's response was, "How do you know that? I never saw such a thing in
there."  That left open the possibility he had seen it in other
places. Maybe he wasn't telling me the truth, I thought. It wasn't the
first time I suspected my Dad was bi. Other men had come on to him at
places like picnics from his job. He generally gives a sign that says
"I can't right now, I'm with my family."

I can't believe I have the nerve to do this story. I really like the
"daddy" types. And now I was horny for my own fucking father! As I sat
on his lap, (embarrassing to admit it now, I was 17), it made me even
hornier as I felt a steel rod pressing against my butt. It couldn't
have been anything but Dad's hard-on. He was turned on by the hot
conversation! Or maybe he was just horny for my tight ass, which was
tighter and smaller since I started working out!

I took another chance. I stood up and stripped off my shorts. Dad said,
"Who told you you could get up?" Or maybe it was "What the hell are
you doing,, son?"  I said, "Dad, I know I shouldn't have been looking
in the airport so maybe you want to spank me. I know it's been a
while, but I feel like I deserve it."

I meant that in two ways. I deserved it for punishment, and I
deserved it for suddenly being horny for him. Or maybe it wasn't so
sudden. I had liked the way my Dad looked for a long time, and I really
wanted to play with him when I was younger. So maybe I was horny for
him before. I was still in a state of mild shock that Dad and I were
having this conversation, and not only that; he had a boner pressed against

my ass. Being gay, I could know he was a really good-looking
man, Even if he was my father! Besides, I wanted to see him hard on and
wanted desperately to have him drool over my ass. His son's ass! I was
getting into to the idea.

When I stood up - I shouldn't admit it, but this story is largely
true, - I'm only posting it because my Dad doesn't know about this
site. I checked his web browser history, and it gone back for about a
month. Lots of porn sites (Dad, really! Maybe someone will mail you
these memories. No one would have to know who we are - it would turn
me on again. Would you like that?)

So I stood up - no I am not making this up, and I tore down my jeans
and my underwear. I had a hard-on, but I figured that if he did too,
what's the big deal, right? A swollen dick is nearly the same if you
ask me.

I got my payoff - Dad stared and stared at me, as if he was looking at
a ghost. Wanting to move things along, I said to Dad, "You're not upset
about my hard-on are you, Dad? You keep staring at my private
parts. Can I show you something?" "I guess so, Bill", was his reply.
His voice sounded shaky and nervous.

So, screwing up my courage, I went over to to father, I reached down
to his crotch, which was still noticeably swollen, pulled on his hard
dick. I wanted to make sure this "straight" man knew the feeling of a
blowjob from a guy - and guys know what turns guys on. I didn't even
care any more that he was my father and I was guilty of committing
incest for sure now. I felt a twinge of "I shouldn't be
doing this" but was overcome with horniness. His dick poked out in
front of him. It looked mighty juicy. Dad was turned on! Horny!
Lustful! I was delighted; I guess I had really wanted this since I got
to puberty.

Not knowing exactly what I should do, I knelt down and sucked Dad's
dick. He grew even bigger. It tasted great! I wanted it to go on
forever, but Dad was so hot he came in probably about a minute. I
swallowed his come as fast as I could, trying Not to gag. I knew from
my previous experience with "dads", that they really liked it when I
swallowed their come fast. I did. But where do you think I learned it?
They did it to me and and I literally shaked. I tried to swallow every
spurt. It was great. It was like he shot and shot spurt after spurt.

Maybe I was feeling lust for my father because he was finally
appreciating me.

When he had finished shooting off into my mouth, my father said
something like," Bill, no one needs to know about this OK? To tell you
the truth, I had a dream where you did something to me. It was a wet
dream, you stud."

That did it, I had given my father a blowjob, maybe trying to convert
him, and he called me a "stud". That was fantastic. Dad liked what I
did to him!

Believe it or not, I didn't embellish this story much. I don't know if
I got the entire dialog totally right, but it was just about the way
it happened. I am getting a woody just remembering what happened. More
happened after that. I'm a little embarrassed to tell you the other
times, but if you thought this horny remembrance was good, you should email
me at:

bill_sinister (at) yahoo (dot) com

Dads, if for some reason you ever read this, forgive me for writing
it. I was just so turned on at what we did that I got a charge out of
remembering.
BILL