Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 23:21:28 -0500 From: Eric L Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 7 I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 7 - Peter at age 10/11 A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest **ADULT FICTION** by Eric L. Email, send to Eric: dad_peter_story@hotmail.com THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L. IN THIS CHAPTER, I have used ideas I got in emails from Josh, Stan, and Ole. Thank you for your emails, your ideas, and friendship. Others have also made good suggestions I used that help the story. Thank you all. --Eric _________________________________________________________________ I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 7 *IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!* ```````````````````````````````` Peter's Pleasures and Woes (Peter age 10/11. Peter will continue to progress in age.) _________________________________________________________________ Dad took his hand all the way off. "Dad, no!" "I'll be back a little later." "No, no, dad!! Don't leave . . . . Come back!" He had to be fooling, he HAD to be! "Daaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" ______ I couldn't believe dad was really serious. This was punishment, for sure. It helped to think about being 11. I was so excited! I was gonna be 11 years old real soon! And I thought that since I was getting older, I would have to take more stress and more grown up things. Maybe that would make me have puberty sooner. I wondered how much my dick would grow and I pictured myself with lots of hair down there. That made the time pass, and made me excited, too. I wanted a big dick, and hair, and a deep voice. I looked, and looked, and looked. I had a little more hair above my dick. That made me feel good. It seemed like dad was gone for an hour, but I know he wouldn't leave me alone that long. At first, I tried wiggling so I could get some kind of feeling in my dick. I did, but that only made it worse. "Ohhh! Ah, oh, God! Daddy, why did you leave?!" I moaned, but he couldn't hear me. When I tried being very still, all I felt was my dick pounding, and with each beat of the pounding, it made things worse. The more I felt those beats, the more I was ready to scream to cum. Finally I heard him coming down the hall. "How is my punishment boy coming along?" "Oh, daddy!" I almost cried. Dad hugged me real tight. "I love you, Peter. Are you all right?" "Yeah. Guess what? I got more hair! Right above my dick." Dad looked, right away. "You sure do son! Well--congratulations!" "Thanks, dad. Dad--you said you wouldn't torture me, but this comes real close. It feels really weird, and I gotta cum so bad." "Close--but not on target, son. And remember you picked the punishment, Peter. It's going to make you feel that way." I sorta did and sorta didn't pick it, but I wasn't going to argue. "Dad, I need to cum so bad. Everything hurts. Even here and here. I pointed to my whole tummy area. "It feels like I got punched, or something." "Those are you abdominal muscles reacting to your being excited for a long time." "I need to cum, dad." "Sorry, son. Your punishment isn't over." Then I just looked at dad. Right in his eye. I knew I had to be strong, but I was ready to break out crying. I had to be strong! There was strength and comfort in my dad's eyes, so I kept looking at them. "Ok, dad." "Ahh!" I yelled, when daddy put his greased fingers on my dick again--just the tip like last time. He pressed lightly, making each finger touch more than one spot on the tip. Then he would slowly slide his fingers, so it felt like feathers gliding along your dick--but never giving you a strong enough feeling! "Ohh, oh, God! Uhhhhhhhhh!" My whole body jerked with each touch and I was shouting, now. Every time dad touched the end of my dick, I jumped. And he touched a lot of times. My muscles, other muscles, got sore from jumping so many times. All of a sudden, dad's hand was gone, and my dick was throbbing. I never saw it throb before, that I could see it moving, but this time, I could watch it move. "Dad! Daddy, no! Can't this-- please!" "Yes, Peter, I think it's time, son." "Oh, yes, yes!" Daddy put a lot more grease on his hand and gripped my dick real good. He gave it nice long, firm strokes. I wanted him to go faster, but this was good, for now. "Peter--you look very sexy, son. The whole upper half of you is red--it's called a sex flush. And you're sweating very nicely." "Ahhhhh, urrrrrrrrr, ohhhhh, oh yes!" "That's a good boy." Then I felt nothing. "Oh, God! Dad, no! Don't stop! Why--" "Easy, Peter. Let's see how well you do with another delay." I took a deep breath and felt something so strong. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee---dad, dad, pleeeeeeeeeeease!" I screamed so loud I scared myself. Then dad whacked my butt a few times with his hand. I could tell he didn't do it to hurt me. I just felt the impact. I think it made me want to cum even more. The vibrations went from my butt to my penis. In a second, dad's hand was back. This time he stroked real fast like I like. "Peter, you've never been so red or looked so sexy." "Oh, dad!" I could feel myself beak into a wide grin. Then the really strong feeling came. "Yeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkk, ohhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Daddy, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhh!" Everything felt so good--like good feelings exploded all inside me. It was the BEST! I know I jumped all around, and yelled. Once I stopped yelling, daddy was hugging me from behind. "Peter you came so beautifully. That was very impressive, son." Then dad looked at my dick. "Peter! There's a drop of clear liquid here!" "There IS?" "My God! Your making pre-cum already." "What?" "You know, the clear slippery stuff that comes first, to lubricate you--a natural lubricant." "Wow! I can't believe I'm making reap cum already!" "Pre-cum." "Yeah, that." I said, moving my hand toward my dick, wanting to see what the stuff felt like. "I wanna feel it." I was so excited. "Okay, but be careful. Don't lose it--you've only got one drop there." "Okay. Oh, God, yeah--it's really slippery! Ooooh, it feels good, too, dad . . . ahhh! Really good!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Uh, uh, uh!" "Second one?" dad asked. I just nodded my head. "So good, Petey!" "Oh, dad!" "You looked so adult, son." That made me feel really good, hearing dad say that! My muscles were still sore, but the rest of me felt so good, especially around my dick--that was relaxed feeling. "Yeah . . . ohhhh, mmm." "How was your punishment, Peter?" "Good . . . yeah, dad!" I was out of breath. "Do you feel totally relaxed?" "Not yet." "Did you want to try out any of the anal activities I drew at the restaurant?" "Oh, yeah! That would be so cool. It's a more grown up thing to do, right, dad? To do anal stuff?" "Yes, Peter, that's right. But it's also the most dangerous, and you have to be very careful. Stand up, son, and hold the bedpost." I did what dad said, and daddy got behind me. We were both standing up. Then I felt a warm hardness between my legs. I looked and saw the end of dad's dick poking out past mine. Dad was so big! I know it was just because he was older, but I couldn't wait to be big, too!! "I'm going to lean back, now, Peter." When dad leaned back, his boner pressed up harder against me, under there. It felt really, really, good! Then we did the same thing with daddy facing me. "Oh yeah, dad, it feels even better that way!" "Do you know why, boy?" Daddy was getting red, now. "No." "Because the tip of my penis is pressing closer to your hole." "Wow! That f-feels so good, dad." I shuddered. "Ok, son. Get on the bed now. On your back. Lift your legs up so I can use my fingers to see if you're loose." "Dad! Are we gonna do copulation?" "We'll TRY it, boy." "Can I use the other word?" "Yes." "Can I say stuff I read in the internet?" "Of course, son. Say what you like. If there's anything wrong, I'll correct it." "Well, am I loose enough?" "Maybe. Hold your legs way back now, boy!" "Okay, dad. Oh, I feel something. Is that your dick, ready to fuck me?" I was so thrilled I was getting dizzy just thinking about this. "Yes. You sound awfully grown up saying that. It doesn't sound like my little boy talking." I looked up and saw it--dad was lined up just right with me. I wanted to feel him inside me so bad! Then I felt the end of his dick--so hot on my hole, and when it rubbed against there, it made me shiver. "Oh, dad! I really want it! I really want you to fuck me!" I sounded weird to myself, saying it. "If it hurts I'll tell you, dad--but I really want it now." "Peter! Yes!" Daddy sounded really hot. "You have some hair, down here!" I think it made dad more horny when he saw my hair, because he really got out of breath then. I could feel the very, very tip of dad's penis starting to go in me. It felt so hot. "Do it, please do it, dad! I can take it, I swear!" Then I got the idea that if daddy didn't press down and push his dick in me, I could push up and make it go in. I wondered if he'd like that. dad_peter_story@hotmail.com CHAPTER END: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 7 (of lots, I hope) I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me. THANK YOU for reading. TO THOSE WHO WROTE TO ME: THANK YOU. I'M NOT ONE OF THOSE WRITERS THAT JUST WRITES 'FOR HIMSELF.' I don't know if this was a rough week, or what, but I'm not getting much email and I'm getting discouraged. I can't just keep writing without your email support. Without YOUR email, it's impossible for me to write more, and you're going to see "THE END" real soon. So please don't just read and not email. Okay? 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Anything you say, I'm interested to hear.) I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 7