Date: Sat, 07 Feb 1998 04:35:27 PST
From: taro naki <tnaki@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Japanese Father

As a Japanese man living in Australia I have found that the western world
often holds misconceptions about Asian men. In particular I think a lot of
people in western society has trouble thinking about Asian men as being
sexual. I rarely read about stories of our experiences. This is probably
due to the many taboos which Asian countries appear to have regarding
sexual matters.  While it is true that these taboos are strong and
numerous, especially in Japan, it doesn't mean that they are never
broken. In fact, behind closed doors, they often are. What follows is a
true account of how I have confronted some of these taboos in my own life,
in ways that some people may find shocking, whatever culture they are from.

I am a forty-five year old company excecutive in Sydney, where I have lived
for twenty-six years after I moved here from Japan to attend university. I
had adapted to my surroundings rather quickly, and indeed seemed to become
rather westernised in my ways over the years. But deep down there are many
things about me that will always remain Japanese.

When I was only twenty-two I married an English woman. My family was rather
dismayed at the time that I married out of my own race. But eventually they
came to accept it. My only son Gary had been born a year later. Looking
back, I think I got married too young and became a parent too soon. I often
think that if I hadn't gotten married so early and had had more time to
'find myself' (as they say these days), things would have turned out very
differently. Even back then I was attracted to other men, but I never let
myself dwell on it or admit it since it was such a taboo. Somehow I managed
to resist these desires and I raised a family for many years. It took me a
long time to face the fact that my marriage was not working and to find the
courage to end it. The divorce (another taboo) was a difficult process for
me, especially because Gary, who was by then a teenager, was to live with
his mother and I would only see him on weekends. Gary and I had always been
close, and I always tried to make the best of those weekends. But soon Gary
was at that age when he needed to have his own friends and spend time with
them on weekends, and I didn't want to stand in the way of what was
understandably important to him. As time passed we saw less and less of
each other, and when, at eighteen, he moved out of home to go to college, I
saw even less of him even though his college was in the same city.

After the divorce I hadn't really had a real lasting relationship with
anyone. I tried dating a few women but just couldn't commit myself to
anything. I would feel attracted to other men and I started experimenting
with other guys. Again, nothing lasted more than a few months. I enjoyed
being with those men, both in the physical and social sense, but ultimately
I was uncomfortable with the homosexual identity and was unable to be open
about it. All this stood in the way of any long-term relationship. But,
single as I was, I kept myself in good shape, working out and swimming
regularly. I knew how important that was whether you were straight or gay;
and I had the time on my hands.

 One Friday evening three years ago, on my way home from work I
unexpectedly ran into Gary at the train station. I hadn't seen him for
almost two months, since his nineteenth birthday. Gary is a handsome boy,
strong and athletic; it runs in the family I guess. And I've never seen an
Eurasian who isn't goodlooking. He is a bit shorter than I am. His cleanly
shaven face had a healthy glow to it. We were happy to see each other, and
I enthusiastically put my arm around his shoulder and pulled his body
towards mine, squeezing him. It had been such a long time since I saw him!
"I'm so glad to see you!" I exclaimed. Some people turned and looked at us,
and I could tell my son was feeling a little uneasy. So I said, "It's
alright! It's alright for a father to hug his son!" He looked up and smiled
at me. But I could see his cheeks blushing from embarrassment.

I bought him dinner that night. I didn't see him again for another
week. The next Saturday afternoon the doorbell to my apartment rang, and I
opened the door to find Gary standing in front of me. "I was just visiting
a friend a few blocks away and thought I'd drop in," he said with a boyish
grin on his face.

"You're welcome any time! This is your home, you know."

He closed the door and followed me into the living room, where I embraced
him with a hug. "Give your father a hug! There's no one watching this
time." He put his arms around my body and I folded my arms around him. "I'm
so happy to see you," I said to him, squeezing him hard. I loved the boy
dearly, and it had been a constant source of regret that I didn't get to
spend a lot of time with him. His body was pressed against mine and I could
immediately feel the strength in his body. The kid was well built. He
rested his head on my chest as his hands stroked my back. I could smell a
fresh fragrance drifting from his body through his shirt to my nose. My
hands stroked his back too, enjoying being so close to him. I don't think
we had ever cuddled like this before, and this closeness felt great. We
were locked in our embrace for quite a long time. When I finally tried to
let go of him, he hung on to me, and I let him. I liked the peacefulness of
having him in my strong arms, his head on my chest, our bodies warming to
each other.

"I'm glad to see you too, Dad," he said, and kissed me gently on my
jaw. This took me rather by surprise. I couldn't remember the last time
he'd kissed me. I suddenly became aware that my penis had become erect, and
I was instinctively pressing my pelvis against this body in my
arms. Suddenly my mind was flooded with flashing images of my son's raw,
naked body, muscles glistening. I swear I had never thought of him that way
before. I mean, I'd been with a few younger men before, but I had never had
an improper thought about my own kid.

I returned his kiss in a fatherly fashion on his forehead. I wondered if he
had an erection too. Then he planted a kiss on my neck, a slow lingering
kiss. "Oh no--" I whispered, my hands still stroking his back, now
harder. He squeezed me, his fingers digging into my back muscles. His kiss
became bolder; he licked my adam's apple. I didn't know what to do.

My hands left his back and I pulled his face away from my neck. We looked
at each other and he slowly inched his face towards mine. I pressed my lips
on his mouth. Neither of us moved for a moment. Then he kissed me back and
parted his lips. Immediately my tongue was probing deliciously inside his
mouth. Our tongues met. He was obviously enjoying it very much; his hands
moved to my hips. Our mouths were locked together as our tongues snaked in
and out of each other's mouths. We were both so turned on. "I'm kissing my
own son, I'm kissing my own son--" I kept thinking. The seriousness of
the situation did not escape me. I kept thinking that we should stop this
before we went too far. But then I had never felt so good. Another part of
me was saying, "it's just a kiss; we're not doing anything, just expressing
our affection. And it feels nice. I'll just kiss him for another minute,
then I'll stop -- he will stop soon anyway--"

It shouldn't have happened, but it did because I wanted to be closer to my
son and I knew he wanted the same. I didn't feel or look at his crotch but
I knew he must be hard too. We were trying to resist the temptation to go
any further, both incapable of pulling our lips away. Then Gary started
unbuttoning my shirt. I began to pull his clothes away from his body,
too. I lifted him up and carried him into my room where we fell onto my
bed. I guess at this point there was no doubt in our minds what we were
going to do. My heart was banging against my rib cage as I undressed this
young hunk in my bed. This was the ultimate taboo, and yet ... I couldn't
stop.  We stripped each other completely naked. I eagerly removed his
briefs to expose his sex tool and he pulled my briefs off my body. It all
happened so fast. Now my son and I were totally nude and in the same bed,
two men with the one desire. That'd never happened before. He for the first
time saw my mighty erection; it was huge and already rock hard. His hand
touched it, sending shivers up my spine as his fingers tentatively stroked
my red, swollen shaft. That he was too afraid to form a firm grip on my
aching pole only added to the delicious agony I was suffering. With
fascination he traced his thumb along the ridge between the thick shaft and
my large cockhead. A moan involuntarily escaped my throat as his thumb
rubbed my precum all over my sensitive, glossy knob, his eyes full of
hunger and wide-eyed wonder.

I was lying on my back while my son sat next to me, facing me, his penis so
erect that it was almost touching his flat, muscular stomach. I wondered if
he had ever shown anyone his erection before. I don't think that I had ever
found another man's penis to be so beautiful. I grabbed his penis too and
closed my eyes, feeling his shape and strength with pride and pleasure. It
was hot, with a thickness and fullness that I found comforting within my
grip. I was surprised by how hard he was; it felt like a steel
pole. Weighing his powerful cock in my hand, I looked into his eyes and
said in a voice thick with arousal, "I didn't know -- I didn't notice
you'd grown into such a big boy!" I wasn't quite sure myself whether I was
referring to his physique or how he was hung.

Wrapping his hand around my throbbing shaft, he stroked me tenderly and
said, "You're a big man yourself." I put our two pricks together and rubbed
cocks with my son. Indeed there was a striking similarity between our two
organs, in size, length, thickness as well as in shape. We were both
cut. Both dicks hang slightly to the left, and bear an upward curve when
erect. I wondered if a third party would be able to tell our cocks apart.

Gary straddled my waist and started to rub and explore my body with his
hungry hands. "You are so hard and beautiful!" he whispered as he ran his
palms over my smooth pecs. I lusted after the boy desperately. I pulled him
down so that he was lying on top of me, our torsos and groins rubbing
against each other. I could feel his hardon digging into my skin and mine
into his. I wrapped my legs around his smooth body and my hands caressed
his back and squeezed his hips. We were both panting and moaning and we
kissed passionately. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, subjecting me to a
thorough oral examination.

I flipped us over on the bed so that I was on top of him. Straddling him,
my mouth kissed him hard on his neck and shoulders, while he squeezed my
buttocks hungrily. I bent down to kiss his hairless chest and abs, paying
special attention to his nipples while he gasped and lustily grabbed at my
muscles with one hand while gripping my penis with another. Moaning and
grunting I bent further down as he leaned back to let me devour his cock
and balls. The mouth-filling sensation was indescribable. I heard Gary
drawing in his breath and felt his hands resting timidly on the back of my
head.  I forced my head down to take as much of my son's young meat as
possible. I just couldn't resist it -- his large hardness gliding and
pulsating inside my throat. With this desperate craving I licked his whole
body, kissing and biting him. When I was done he reciprocated and hungrily
tasted and squeezed all my muscles as I just laid back and enjoyed it. His
tongue worked across my pecs to find the left nipple. He sucked it until it
was hard and wet. Then he licked my whole chest, and went to work on my
other nipple. "Oh boy! If you want your Daddy's man milk, you've
gotta suck more than his nipples!"

With that, he greedily rubbed my big pecker all over his face as he buried
his face in my crotch. He even popped my large cock into his mouth for a
moment. I almost screamed; his mouth was so wet and hot and I could feel my
whole length gliding inside of him. I lifted my head to look and saw only
the top of his head moving up and down over the area of my crotch as he
blew his Daddy. He has jet black hair just like me. The well developed
muscles of his shoulders shifted under his skin as he dug his hands under
my butt to grab hold of my ass muscles. The whole experience was so
intimate, as if we had finally found a way to express our feelings and
affection for each other as adults.

By the time he let my tool slide out of his mouth, my mind was completely
lost in this lovemaking. "You want--?" I managed to gasp.

"I want you inside me, Dad!"

"You sure?" I asked him. I turned around to look for some lube in the
bedside drawers. I hoped that I could find some! Looking at his tight young
body with that red engorged pole and firm rounded ass was driving me mad. I
needed to be inside him, to pierce him over and over again, and to come
into him. I soon found some. Together we lubricated my cock and I made him
lie on his back with his legs in the air. I wanted to see his face while I
fucked the shit out of him. I licked him down the length of his legs,
finishing on the inside of his thighs. My organ was turning purple and
bobbing heavily with all the blood inside it. I was as hard as I had ever
been in my life. I felt like I could penetrate anything. My boy was also
very swollen and hard, looking as if his organ was about to burst and
explode any minute. I located and fingered his anus, spreading lube around
and inside the rim. I felt his asshole twitch and spasm around my
fingers. I knew he needed my meat. "This is gonna be so good!" I whispered.

I reached between my legs and aimed my log at his asshole. Gary fingered my
fuckstick one last time before it was to disappear into him. The glossy,
oily head of my big cock rubbed and pushed at his twitching sphincter,
which refused to give way. His father was knocking at the door, and he was
trying his damnedest to relax and let me in. "Come on, open up for your
daddy--" I cooed. With that, his ass rim momentarily relaxed and the head
of my thing popped into him. His face betrayed a mixture of pain and
pleasure. I let him become accustomed to my cockhead and then, putting my
body weight behind it, I slowly thrusted my whole seven-inch weapon into
him. We both screamed! Such a tight hole for such a huge cock! The whole
time I was penetrating him, we looked straight into each other's eyes. As
my rockhard rod slid along his anal canal, I asked him whether this was his
first time, and he nodded and said yes. I didn't watch my cock entering
him, but I could feel myself scraping all the way in to the root of my
cock, until my pelvis smacked against his butt. "Oh Dad--" he moaned, his
legs around my hips and his body impaled on my gigantic fuck column. His
hands had grabbed hold of my pecs and were squeezing them, feeling my
muscles. I loved being inside him, the softness and hotness of his insides
enveloping my hard dick. The boy was writhing underneath my body, but I had
him pinned firmly on the bed. I rubbed some lube on his cock and stroked
him slowly. His every muscle was tightly moulded against my shaft and I
felt as if my dick had swollen to impossible new dimensions, stretching his
hot hungry hole. Imagine how I felt when I started to move inside my son!

My rod began to move inside that ripe young butt - yes, I was fucking my
own son! I thought I would be shocked or disgusted by this realisation, but
I was incredibly aroused by it! "...uh Daddy..." he gasped as I felt a
tremble move through his body. My cock and my body became unbearably
sensitive to stimulation. When I thrusted, his ass grabbed my dick meat
with powerful suction, not unlike what I had experienced in his mouth; only
his ass was much tighter and pulled my pole into him with much more
force. "Ah, I'm gonna fuck that ass!" I gasped. I put my muscles to work
and fucked him deep and hard. My dong was so hard that I felt I could do
anything, and I sure was gonna show my son what a great man his Daddy
was. He was never gonna get deep-dicked as fantastically by another man as
by his father. Nothing would ever beat his Dad's thick hard pecker sliding
in and out of him and poking at his guts. After all, which father, in
whatever context or situation, doesn't like to show off in front of his
son, to show the boy his magnificence?

He wrapped his arms and legs around my body as I rode him, his hands either
massaging my back and pecs or grabbing my butt to try to push me deeper
into him. I leaned into him with my whole body weight, pushing my hard dick
into my boy. My fucklog repeatedly stretched his ass ring as it went in and
out, piercing the soft warm flesh inside. We grunted in unison with every
stroke I made into him. His hard young body was turning into putty in my
hands. His insides melted around my cock as I pumped him, sending shivers
through my entire body. Amidst all the grunting I heard him whispering
"Fuck me! Daddy!" deliriously into my ear, making me pump even harder.

Our bodies were drenched with sweat from the workout. We lost ourselves in
the urgency of this incestuous coupling. My son was pushing his juicy butt
on to his daddy's cock with each one of my thrusts. He was one cock-hungry
young cub. I had provided for him most of his life; I'd be damned if I let
anything stop me from providing him with all the cockmeat that he needed
now. Suddenly Gary arched his back without warning and, grabbing his
father's butt, began to come. His orgasm took him as much by surprise as it
did me. He was hanging on to my body for dear life and his body shook
uncontrollably, his head thrown back, a desperate grunt escaping from the
back of his throat. I gripped his purple swollen cock at once and stroked
the meat as his throbbing dick repeatedly spurted powerful jets of hot
semen on to our heaving, glistening bodies, forming pools of male cream on
his torso. His ass muscles squeezed my prick wildly with its rhythmical
spasms and contractions as my boy came, and came ...

I watched his orgasm with pride; proud to witness my own boy's virile
manliness; proud to know that it was I, his father, who had given him such
an ecstatic climax.

I didn't shoot my load then. I didn't want to. I continued to pound into
him, making sure to guide him through his orgasm, rubbing his prostate
insistently with my hard dickhead. When he seemed to have calmed down
somewhat, I pulled my erect meat out of his beautiful butt.

"Don't take it out, Dad. Keep fucking me! I want you to come."

"I will," I grunted coarsely as I slapped my red heavy pole on his flat
stomach next to his own softening penis, splattering the pool of cum on his
belly. I groaned as I smeared my hungry cock around the slimy pool and felt
the heat of my son's spermy cream coating my hard schlong all over. He
groaned too at the sight of his father's big prick dripping with his own
fresh sperm. "Turn over. I wanna fuck you harder and deeper--" He
complied without a word, presenting that young, already well-fucked ass to
me. I mounted him from behind and put my cockhead against his
fuckhole. With the newly added lubrication, I pushed my big dick into him
again. I heard him moan "yes" as I watched my own cum-soaked and
cum-swollen prick spear its way in and resumed my fucking.

I fucked his own sperm into his butt. His cum made my shaft a lot more
slippery and I enjoyed the sensation immensely. I made love to him with
more urgency and force than before, giving the fucking performance of my
life. I enjoyed watching the junction point between my erection and my
son's ass. I loved seeing how widely his ass was stretched around the base
of my shaft, how fully I'd filled him up. As I pulled my boner out until
only my prickhead was still inside him, his ass lips would grip my shaft
tightly, adding to the pleasure of the prick-massage from his slick
ass. Then I would watch myself sink my crankshaft back into his lovetunnel
through those tight ass lips. My hand reached under the boy and found my
son's dick rising and hardening into another raging hard-on as I ploughed
his ass. Soon his big pecker was again hard as rock. I began squeezing and
stroking it as my log serviced his fuckhole. But it was difficult to keep
up the hard fucking at the same time, so he took over the task of beating
his own dickmeat while his father fucked him from behind. As I humped him
my torso pressed closer and closer against his back until I was practically
lying on top of him.With my hips gyrating against his raised butt, my
fuckstick was fast moving between his ass globes. "Fuck! Fuck me, man!
Daaaad! Yes, my father!" Man, he was making his old man hot! I was so
turned on. "Oh -- harder! Yes! -- Yes Dad harder! -- Ugh!" I
complied with all his demands, fucking him so hard and deep that my cock
ached from the friction and my ass was becoming a blur. I was so deep into
him that I thought we might never be able to separate again. "Uh --
Give me your hot fucking spunk Dad!" The whole bed was rocking under the
vicious action. I was fucking my own son with every ounce of strength and
every inch of hard dick I'd got. With such intensity of pleasure, I still
lasted longer than I thought possible. Finally I stabbed him with all my
might with my impossibly engorged cock, and it burst into a flood of piping
hot cum which coated his insides with repeated blasts of rich fatherly
juice. With the extra lubrication of my sperm I continued to pound my hard
meat into him even though the pleasure almost paralysed my muscles. My dick
had never felt so good! My son, too, came at the same moment as his Daddy,
triggered by the explosive heat of my burning jism. Two orgasms given by
one erection from his Dad. His cock exploded for the second time that
afternoon and shot a big load of boy juice on to my sheets -- I stayed in
him for a long time, my pubes snug against his sweaty butt which had been
pumped full of his Dad's sperm. My lips pressed against his neck and my
arms wrappped around his torso, pressing him close to me. I pulled out of
him when we had settled down from our incredible climaxes and I began to go
soft. We laid on the bed panting, recovering. When we were composed enough
to look at each other, we couldn't believe what we had just done
together. We didn't know what to say. Boy, he was so grown up now. It
suddenly dawned on me that for the last forty minutes or so I had been
making love with my own son, and so passionately! ...and I enjoyed it.  I
climbed out of bed and into the shower. I thought the hot water would help
me think, but it didn't. Gary and I had just committed incest. As a father
I shouldn't have let it happen ... But I missed it already! I wanted to get
back into bed and hold him in my arms, to let him rest his head on my
chest, to watch him fall asleep.  When I got out of the shower Gary had got
up and had pulled on his pants. "I -- uh -- I -- better go, Dad. I --
um -- got some studies to do." We got dressed and I walked him to his car,
both feeling awkward and speechless. "Bye, Dad." He was too embarrassed to
look at me directly.  "It was good to see you again, Son," I gave him a
reassuring, strictly fatherly pat on his shoulder. He looked me briefly in
the eye, reached out as if to touch me, but stopped and got into his car.

I didn't see Gary again until a week later. We couldn't leave things the
way they were. I decided I must talk to him and tell him that we must put
it behind us and never let it happen again. To cut a long story short, we
sat down to talk, and within half an hour I was lying naked on the carpet
while Gary straddled my waist and rode my hard cock. He was bouncing up and
down, fucking himself with his father's swollen dick. All this happened
about three years ago, and the relationship between Gary and I is now
stronger than ever. Gary moved in with me a few months after our first
sexual contact. He tells me that it was something he had always wanted,
that he had fantasised about his old man ever since he knew what sex was. I
have never been more comfortable with another man, even though this is not
a relationship we can be open with publicly for obvious reasons. I love my
son dearly, as his father, as his friend, and as his lover. And I have no
doubt that he feels the same about me.