Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2015 20:39:35 -0400 From: Jeremy Ellington Subject: Lessons From My Dad-12 NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. This story is completely fictional and written only for entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. Lessons From My Dad Chapter 12 Dad was pretty busy with work over the next few days. He decided he really did need to hire a few more workers to keep up with all the new business his company was getting. He especially hated working late and on weekends because that meant less time he could spend with me, plus that left me by myself as well. Unfortunately it took a few weeks before he could find good people to hire, so I did ended up eating alone and keeping his food in a warm oven some nights. He apologized right and left but I knew he was working on a solution so I didn't get all that upset over it. He would text me whenever he thought he would be late, so I was able to plan meals accordingly. I relied more on the crock-pot than I had expected I would, simply because I could usually keep food warm easier that way. I had to look up more recipes for that, so one night he and I sat at the computer and looked at a bunch of them, printing out those that we thought we would both like. I was still leery of browsing the internet myself even though I had learned how to delete my search history. I didn't want to betray Dad's trust, and it also didn't hurt that he knew exactly why I was involving him in my search for recipes. I think he was pleased that I was not taking advantage of his absence. I had to change the way I shopped for our groceries. He and I always did the major grocery run on the weekends, simply because more money was involved and there was no way I could trudge through the streets with a bunch of grocery bags. I knew he didn't want me walking home any later than I had to either. Just because some of the bullies were locked up didn't mean there wouldn't be others to take their place. I would still stop in the local store on my way home if there were just a few things I needed, and I took advantage of that to buy myself a few cucumbers in different sizes. I was determined to advance my knowledge of anal penetration one way or another, and I was sure I couldn't take Dad's cock in my ass right out of the gate. One day when he had already forewarned me that he would be late I had cooked dinner in the crock-pot, so when I came home I knew I had some free time to experiment. I had also purchased some extra petroleum jelly, so I set myself up with a towel on my bed, my three cucumbers and my lubricant. I had enough foresight to keep the cucumbers out of the fridge so they wouldn't be cold. I knew they wouldn't be as warm as Dad's fingers had been inside me, but I sure didn't want to have a chilly butt! I pushed some petroleum jelly up inside my ass, then I greased up the smallest cucumber. Now when I say the `smallest', it was about as thick as Dad's middle finger, and maybe a little bit longer. I sat with my back against the wall and my feet on the bed, with my heels pressed up against my rear. I scooted my ass forward enough to get access, then I slowly slid the cucumber in. I stopped about a third of the way, pulled it out a little, and then pushed it back in to about halfway. I pulled it out again, then pushed it in as far as I dared to and still keep hold of it. I had visions of having to explain to my Dad why there was a vegetable imbedded in my asshole, a visit to the Emergency Room...no, I definitely didn't want to lose contact with my fake dildo! I slid the cucumber in and out wishing it was as flexible as Dad's finger, but getting used to it pretty quickly. I decided to move on to the next larger size, which I determined to be about the width of three of Dad's fingers. I had hoped for an intermediate size, but this was the next smallest one I could find at the local store. I greased it up and tried to slide it in. This one didn't go in as easily as the first one, in fact I wasn't able to get it in past my opening at all. I didn't want to damage anything, so I reluctantly signed onto the computer and looked up sites that discussed the proper technique. I had to wade through a lot of other sites trying to sell me this or that, but I finally found a couple that actually took a clinical approach to it. I learned to push out in order to open my sphincter muscle. I learned that I probably didn't have the best lubricant on hand. I also learned the liquid in those brown bottles I found in Dad's closet were called `poppers', and some folks used them to help relax the hole. The last thing I learned was that I really needed a dildo with a fake pair of balls on the end which would prevent the dildo from getting lost inside my rectum. I decided against the poppers, since they gave me a headache the last time I tried them, and there wasn't anything I could do about getting the proper kind of lubricant or a real dildo. I did, however, take the `push out' advice to heart. I deleted my browsing history then looked up a few recipes sites to establish a cover. So much for establishing computer trust with my father...oh well, I decided it was for the greater good so I would just have to accept my failings and move on. I returned to my bed, greased up the cucumber again, then pressed it against my butt. I pushed out with my hole as I pushed in with the fake dildo. It popped in and I immediately cried out. Fuck that hurt! I almost pulled it out but remembered that the website said it was okay to ask your partner to stop moving while you got used to the initial penetration. Since I was my partner, I held on and tried to take some deep breaths. I could feel my heart beating right at the sphincter muscle, so I concentrated on it to help myself relax. The pain slowly faded, so I pushed in a little more. There was more pain, but it wasn't anything like the first time, so I stopped again and willed my muscles to relax. This cucumber was longer than the first one, so I slid it in about three fourths of the way and stopped again to adjust. Whew! I had it in as far as I intended for it to go, but I sat there wondering...is this it? I knew it wasn't the real thing, but was I supposed to get all turned on and excited over this feeling? Because if I was...well...I wasn't. I slid it out most of the way and slid it back in again...then out and in...then out and in again. I mean it didn't feel bad, it just wasn't doing anything much for me. I wasn't even remotely erect...the truth was I was just messy. I kept working at it, thinking I would discover the great mystery, but it never felt as good as when Dad had his fingers up inside me. I decided to move on to the largest cucumber to see if anything changed. I pulled out the middle size and greased up the largest one. This one was the closest I could find to the size of Dad's cock. I was almost reluctant to try this one, partly because I figured it would be more painful, but mostly because I was afraid of being disappointed. If this one didn't make me feel anything, didn't get me aroused, then I didn't get the whole point of getting fucked! Plus, I was assuming that Dad wanted to fuck me since he had been exploring my ass with his fingers, so if I didn't like this he would be disappointed too! I placed the end of the greasy cucumber against my hole and took a deep breath. I pushed out with my hole as I pushed in on the makeshift dildo. There was a twinge of pain, not as bad as the last time but definitely enough for me to stop and try to relax myself. As soon as the pain began to pass I pushed in some more...stopped to breathe...then pushed in a little more. OH! There it is! This time I brushed past my love button and got a quick response from my dick. I slid out and in near the same spot and I was hard in an instant. I concentrated on that spot, back and forth, pushing my new best friend in further each time. I had to adapt to the great sensation of my button being stimulated against the somewhat uncomfortable sensation of opening my ass up to a foreign invader that was longer than the first two invaders. The pleasure eventually outweighed the discomfort, and all I could imagine then was how great it would feel when my Dad's cock, much warmer and producing its own lubricant would be moving in and out of me. I started to jerk on my cock with my left hand while I jerked on the cucumber with my right and it wasn't long before I shot my load way up past my head, then subsequent shots lower and lower until there was just some dribbling out. I heaved a big sigh and smiled. I slowly pulled the cucumber out and dropped it next to the other two on the towel. I leaned back against the wall and just imagined how much fun this would be with Dad. I rested for a while, but then I worried that I would fall asleep if I didn't get up and about, and the last thing I needed was for him to come home and see me blessed out with a trio of cucumbers and a jar of petroleum jelly next to me! I hopped off of the bed, wiped my butt with the towel, then took my three dildos into the bathroom to wash. I noticed right away that although the smaller two were just greasy, the largest one was a little messy on the end. I remembered what I read on the website about preparing myself for getting fucked, and made a mental note to buy some enema bottles on my next shopping run. I washed everything, wrapped them in a clean towel, and took them back into my bedroom to hide in a drawer with the jar of lubricant. I dropped the greasy towel in the laundry hamper then got into the shower to clean myself up. I had my head under the water when I thought I heard something. I stepped away from the water and looked toward the bathroom door and saw a shadow. My heart started beating faster in a panic. I turned off the shower and threw the door open, wielding the shower wand as if I thought I could actually use it as a weapon. Dad stood in the doorway grinning at me...at least until he saw the look on my face. "Damnit Dad, don't sneak up on me like that! Shit!! I didn't even know you were home!" He gave me a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry Sean, you're right, that wasn't very thoughtful. I guess I should have yelled or something." Then he started to giggle. "Um, were you actually going to protect your virtue and our hearth and home with the shower wand? Wouldn't that require a burglar to actual walk within swinging distance of it?" He started outright laughing at this point. "Of course, as damn cute as you are all dripping wet, any burglar in his right mind would have been seduced right away and would have rushed to grab you." Try as I might I couldn't keep from gigging at this scene either. "That's not funny Dad!" "Then why are you laughing little boy," he leered at me. "I'm NOT little, but that doesn't mean I can't be scared! Just for that, you need to get in here and shower with me to help me settle my nerves!" "That's supposed to be my punishment?" he laughed. "I can handle that any day of the week! First, I have to piss though," he said as he unzipped and headed towards the toilet. I immediately sank down to my knees in the shower stall. "Don't waste that," I whispered. He looked at me and his eyebrows shot up, then he got a big grin on his face. He walked over to where I was kneeling, pointing his cock at my chest. His piss splashed out on me and he guided the stream down towards my crotch, around to my hips, and back up to my chest, hitting each of my nipples with a wet pissbath. I leaned forward and gobbled the tip of his cock into my mouth and started swallowing his stream. "Oh fuck baby...oh fuck yea...oh yea baby, swallow Daddy's piss...oh man...yea, drink down your Daddy's manpiss like a good boy." I could see him pulling his shirt over his head, and he had let go off his pants so they could fall to the floor. "Yea boy, your Daddy's been working hard all day and this is just what he needs, watching his boy drinking down his manpiss like a good son. FUCK this is too HOT!" I swallowed as fast as I could, he wasn't holding anything back. I gulped down his hot piss and realized my dick was rock hard from the excitement of what I was doing. I could tell his piss flow was slowing down, and then he did exactly what I hoped he would do. He pulled his cock from my mouth with his hand and shook off the remaining drops right onto my face. I moaned and looked up at him. His eyes had that look that told me he was in `the Daddy Zone', and I couldn't be sure what was going to happen next. He quickly kicked off his pants and shorts and peeled off his socks then stepped into the shower with me, pulling me up under my armpits. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me, shoving his tongue in my mouth and licking all around, fighting for space with my tongue and moaning. "Damn your mouth tastes so good boy," he groaned before shoving his tongue in again. I knew he was tasting his piss right from my mouth and I had no choice but to moan along with him. He pulled away and looked at me. "Your Daddy worked up a sweat today boy. Clean me up, you know what to do," he said, lifting his right arm in the air while pulling me towards him with his other hand. I leaned in and buried my face in his armpit and inhaled. "Oh yes Daddy, Sir, first your piss and now this!" I shot my tongue out and began lapping up his sweat, his scent, his delicious musk. Both of us moaned and then he chuckled. "Yea, you must have been a real good boy today to get all this. Maybe I need to add one more thing to show you what a good boy you really are," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached down and slid the tip of his middle finger into my ass. I think he was surprised and how easily it slid right in. "Hmm, seems like you were already working this boyhole of yours before I came in." I froze for a moment, wondering how he knew about my cucumbers and petroleum jelly. "Oh yea, boy's got some nice soap shoved up in his hole for his Daddy," he said, adding a second finger to the first. I realized he thought I had been fingering myself in the shower and relaxed...well, as relaxed as I could be with two long, thick fingers in my ass and the taste of his piss and armpit sweat fighting for dominance on my tongue. All I could do was moan even louder when he added the third finger. He did it slowly out of concern for me, I knew that, but I wanted to yell at him to just shove it in, knowing I could take it after just fucking myself with the cucumbers. I just leaned back and looked up at him. "Four fingers Sir, please Sir?" He looked intently at me for a moment, but I buried my face back in his pit to continue savoring his aroma. I felt a fourth finger tickle the outside of my hole, then slowly inch its way inside. I moaned my appreciation. "Oh fuck, how long were you in here playing with your hole before I got home boy," he murmured. Before I could answer I realized that his manipulation of my prostate was pushing me over the edge and I shuddered, and then shot all over his balls and the wall behind him. "That's my boy! Damn, you came just from me playing with your button!" I laughed. "Oh, no, there's been a whole lot more stimulation in the last few minutes than just that," I said, looking up at him. He gave me a big smile while he slowly pulled his fingers out of my butt. "Your turn now," I said, sliding down to my knees and swallowing his hard cock halfway down in one gulp. He gasped then lightly put his hands on my head. I started bobbing up and down, one hand holding onto his hairy thigh for support and the other hand massaging his big balls. Each time I swallowed his cock I managed to get more of him into my mouth. I was getting better at sucking him and I could tell by his moans that he was enjoying everything I was doing. I made sure I kept my tongue swirling around the head and shaft, and I could taste his precum bubbling out of the head. "Oh damn," he whispered above me, and he started to push harder on my head. I felt his balls moving in their sac and suddenly he exploded in my mouth. "FUCK! Oh fuck boy, swallow my cock, damn!" He didn't have to tell me that, I was swallowing his cum almost as fast as I had swallowed his piss earlier. I felt the last of his thrusts fade away so I dutifully licked all around his cock to be sure I got everything, making sure I also lapped up my cum from where it hit his balls. He leaned against the shower wall and sank down to the floor, enveloping me in his big arms and hugging me close. "Damn, I think that's the longest I've ever been in a shower without actually turning on the water," he chuckled. I giggled against him. "Do we have to take a shower now? You smell so good Dad," I whined. "Well, you did such a good job cleaning up my cum and yours, so I guess no, we don't if you don't want to. Seems to me though, that you better sleep with me tonight so you can get your fill of my smell...if you want." "YES!!!" I shouted. He chuckled at me again, then rose back up to his feet, lifting me up with him. We stepped out of the shower, dried both of our feet on the bathroom rug, and headed to our respective rooms to pull on pairs of shorts. We met in the hallway. "Speaking of smells," he said, sniffing the air, "Dinner sure smells good and somebody helped me work up an appetite." "You just head on over to your chair, I'll bring you a beer then dish up our dinner. Can't have my hard-working father faint away from hunger." "You'll get no objections from me," he said, throwing himself into his chair and grabbing the TV remote. I poured myself some milk and grabbed him a beer and took them into the front room, then I went back to the kitchen, dished up our dinner, came out and handed him his plate then sat down to eat and watch some TV with him. We ate, watched a little TV, then both realized that we were ready to crawl between the sheets. He helped me clean up and put things away, we brushed our teeth, and then I went into my bedroom to set my alarm to be sure I didn't forget in the morning when I moved from his bed to mine. I dropped my shorts and headed for his room. Dad was already in bed and he smiled at me and pulled up the sheet so I could slide in next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled in next to him so my face was close to his armpit. I wanted to be sure I got in some good sniffs before I fell asleep. "Sean, I gotta ask, are you sure you aren't really somewhere in your 30's or 40's, and maybe you're hiding in a teenager's body?" I giggled and looked up into his eyes. "Oh great, you've figured out my secret. Now I have to take you back with me to my home planet so you won't blab to your fellow Earthlings." He laughed then smiled at me. "Seriously Sean, if you were an adult, maybe even one older than me, and you were as open and intuitive about sex I wouldn't bat an eye, but you never cease to surprise me. I know I've said it before, but I swear before long I'll be learning things from you instead of the other way around." I'm sure I gave him a look because he grabbed the top of my head and held me in place. "Nope, stop those gears from moving in your head right now young man! I. Am. Not. Complaining! Hell no! One thing I AM doing is I'm no longer wondering what new sex topic I need to consider discussing with you. All I have to do is just sit back and wait it seems, you do all the thinking on that for the both of us. So, having said that...any questions for me tonight?" I pretended to scratch my head as if I was thinking, just like amateur actors do because they think its the universal signal for it. Then it occurred to me that I could get some clarification on something I had already read a little about. "Oh, I got one Dad. I heard some older guys at school talking about poppers. What are they?" He looked at me with a funny expression for a moment. "Well, poppers are a slang word for amyl nitrate. Amyl is a liquid that, when inhaled, opens up your veins a little so blood rushes through them. They can enhance sexual pleasure for a few minutes before they wear off, and some guys use them to make it easier for anal intercourse, because it seems to help relax those muscles a little. You have to be careful with those things though because they can give you a major headache if you use too much, plus they can get you to do things you might not otherwise do just because they mask the pain for a moment. If you have high blood pressure they can make the blood pressure even higher, and now they say you shouldn't use them if you're also taking a drug to get a hardon, since those also open up blood flow." I nodded to show I understood, and I secretly agreed with the part about the headache, having experienced it firsthand from Dad's own supply. He still had an odd expression on his face though. "Sean, who were these guys you heard about poppers from? The only guys I know who use them are gay guys, most straight guys don't even know about them." Gulp! I had to think fast. "It was some guys from the Senior High School I think Dad, they looked old enough to go there. You're right though it does sound strange that anybody from high school would admit to being gay. I try not to make myself too noticeable around the older kids, so I couldn't really tell what the whole context was, and it wasn't anybody I recognized, like being the brother of anybody I know or any thing." Thankfully his father-instinct kicked in when I mentioned staying unnoticeable. "I'm glad you don't draw any attention to yourself around those older kids Sean, you've had enough altercations for one childhood I think." I sighed and snuggled back down into his armpit and took a deep breath. "Mmm, yea, no argument from me on that one! Oh Dad, you smell so good I'm gonna get a woody again." "Well, I think I'm tapped out for the day buddy, but I'll be happy to help you with yours," he offered. "Thanks Dad, but I may be too tired myself. If this was a weekend I'd be pouncing on you to prove how not tapped out I could make you, but...yawn ...lets just go to sleep. If I have a wet dream I'll just wash your sheets when I get home tomorrow." He laughed at that. "Well, if you have a wet dream I may just suck the juice out of the sheets then...you know, just to save on detergent." I giggled and buried my face deeper into his pit and threw my arm across his hairy chest. 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