Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 02:21:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hephaestes <hephaestes51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Once with my Dad - Age 15

Though this may be a "true" story it is in no way meant to promote or
encourage sex between a minor and an adult.

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activity
between a man and a minor. If you are under 18 years of age, READ NO
FURTHER.

If you are morally opposed to sexually explicit fiction involving minors,
READ NO FURTHER. The following story is fantasy only and was written for
the author's private enjoyment.

Once with my Dad - Age 15

 I had always known that I was gay. At age 15 I met my first boyfriend and
had my first sexual experiences. One night my Dad, who was an alcoholic,
came home drunk when I was 15 (about 6 months after I lost my virginity to
my boyfriend). Instead of going to his bedroom, he came into mine. I had
often fantasized and wondered about my dad's cock. Anyway, I was about half
asleep. Dad undressed down to just his boxers. I was lying on top of the
bed covers because it was summer. I could barely see him by the street
light shining in. I was lying flat on my back. He got into the bed on my
right side. Shortly he pulled his dick out of the placket of his boxers.

I glanced down in the semi-dark and saw his cock and hairy balls. I
secretly watched as he played with himself. Since I was getting a hard-on
from watching him I turned onto my left side to distract myself. I was
wearing only my pajama bottoms, no top or underwear. I began to get
hard. My seven inch dick was nearly all the way erect. I got up and went to
the bathroom. I felt I needed to pee. As I stood at the toilet and peed I
wondered what was going to happen.

I returned to my bedroom. Before climbing into bed I noticed that the red
hair of his crotch and balls was slightly darker than that in his
beard. (He didn't really have a beard, but when he hadn't shaved for a
couple of days it was obvious,)

 I settled onto the bed. I turned onto my left side so my back was to my
dad. After a few minutes, when I was beginning to get a little drowsy
again, I felt Dad pulling down the back of my pajama bottoms. When it
seemed he was having a little trouble I lifted my side off the bed. He
finished pulling my pajamas completely off my ass. Then I felt a wet finger
rubbing against my asshole. Then I felt two, maybe three slobbered fingers
on my asshole.

Eventually I felt something small and firm entering my ass. (Perhaps a
finger or two.) I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. I looked back
over my shoulder. I saw that Dad was stroking himself with his right hand
while he had fingers of his left hand in my ass. (Estimating from my own
cock size, 7", and that of my boyfriend, 6", of the time, and from the size
of many dicks since then, I guess my dad must have been about 9" long and
maybe 4.5" around.) I curled forward a bit pushing my ass toward him. Then
I felt him move closer to my backside. Then I could feel the big head of
his cock pushing against me. I pushed back. Before I knew it, Dad had the
head of his cock inside me. Then he stopped.

I waited. Holding my breath in anticipation. Would he continue, or stop
there? Then I felt him very slowly push his hard dick inside my ass. It
felt so good!  I could barely stop from crying out in joy!  Dad began to
fuck me slowly at first, but rather quickly increased his pace. He never
said a word. He just moaned and groaned until he came.

Then he stayed inside me. Slowly he began to fuck me again. It took a
little longer the second time. He eventually came in my ass again. Dad got
up and left my bedroom. We never talked about this.