Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 19:35:38 +0000 (GMT) From: Andrew Foote Subject: 'Overcoming the pain.' OVERCOMING THE PAIN. This short story contains depictions of sex between a young boy and his father. If due to the laws of your country of residence, religious or spiritual beliefs you are not permitted to view such material then please. Leave now? All feedback is very welcome and should be addressed to the author. Andy. footea81@yahoo.co.uk I was having a wonderful childhood. Both my Mum and Dad were very loving not just towards each other but also me. Maybe being an only child made me more special to them but you must understand. I was never spoilt, in fact discipline, whist not being heavy-handed, was dished out as and when I overstepped the mark and as Dad used to tell me, `you know the boundaries son? Cross them and you know what to expect.' My Mum hadn't been well for as long as I can remember. Visits, sometimes prolonged stays in hospital had become part of life and whilst I wasn't privy to what condition she suffered from during those early years, both of them had gently conditioned me to expect that she wouldn't always be there for me so when that sad time duly arrived, I was dreadfully upset for a couple of days but kinda bounced back fairly quickly. Not so my Dad. As well as I can remember, he held it together until after Mum's funeral but then fell apart sinking lower and lower to the point where it affected his work and his employers `persuaded' him to accept early retirement. Early retirement? He was only 32! Mum and Dad married when they turned 21 and very shortly after I arrived making me 10 at the time Mum died. Dad told me later that I was `planned' but bloody-hell! They'd moved pretty quickly! I apologise for all this `scene-setting' but to understand what happened over the coming years it's important you understand how we were and how things were so please hold on. I was nothing very special. Just an ordinary kid who was bright enough, cute enough but never beautiful like some. Dad was `ordinary' too! Not the barrel-chested hunk that we tend to read about. Average I suppose but in any case, I adored him for what he was. ***** My sex-ed had come in the shape of my two cousins Marie and Tony, both older than me by a number of years. They would sneak porno video's from my uncle's private stash and when all the adults had gone to the pub, we used to watch them with rapped attention. I kinda got the drift quick enough and even when either Marie or Tony tried to feel me up, I really was too young to be interested but let's just say I knew the `nuts and bolts' and that sex was meant to be fun as well as loving and comforting. Funny how they always had an early night after watching them leaving me to fend for myself! Ho-hum! Little boy ignorance! I'd been over at my mate's house one warm July afternoon. He had a pool in his garden! Not a swimming pool, not in England but an oversized paddling pool but heck, water is water and we loved it. Late afternoon I returned home unable to find Dad anywhere. Eventually I found him upstairs sitting on the toilet which was odd in itself as he was still fully dressed but sobbing his eyes out. He didn't notice me until with my own little heart breaking for him, I climbed onto his lap and wrapped myself around him. I don't think it helped much as I remember him getting even more unhappy as both of us were crying now. I think we cried ourselves to the point we couldn't cry anymore and Dad then lifted me off and told me he was heading for bed to recover. I was a bit miffed being left on my own especially as I really wanted to help him so I went to my room and got out of my wet little `speedo-style' trunks and made my way back to his room. Dad had also removed most of his clothing, I mean it was warm and apart from that, his polo shirt was drenched from his tears but there was nothing new in seeing him in just his boxers so I just climbed into bed with him to give him a cuddle. I dunno if he'd been drinking or not but I would've been surprised as it really wasn't his style but he was definitely half asleep because as soon as I wrapped my arms around him, he muttered Mum's name. "Thank you Julie. I love you so much." And that short sentence set my tears rolling down my face. OMG! Dad thinks I'm Mum!! This of course brought him right back to the here and now pretty quick! "What... I mean what... on earth are you doing here?" "I wanted to help you Dad. I hate it when you are upset. You thought I was Mum just then, didn't you? I can be Mum if you want?" "No... no you can't David. It isn't right." Suddenly I caught on. It was all about `S.E.X.' wasn't it! Dad was feeling... horny and thought for a moment I was Mum so they could get it on together! My turn to feel guilty now but it was short lived. I'd seen images of men `doing things' to each other in those porn video's and alright, they weren't what you might call `gay' films, I just assumed being a naïve little boy that what they were doing was natural and it flashed through my head that if it was okay for them to be `nice' to each other then I'd be `nice' to my Dad if only to help him calm down. Dad was still lying on his right side and I was sorta spooned into him so I traced my hand down his chest to the hem of his boxers. Dad shivered and went to shove me off but I was having none of it. I passed my hand over what I can only remember as the biggest bulge EVER! This time, he'd got a grip on himself and fairly ordered me out of the room but... where do children get the strength from? "I'm staying Dad! I'm staying with you! I hate it when you cry and I wanna stop it if I can!" Dad told me some time later that at the time his mind was doing cartwheels. The old five-knuckle-shuffle is one thing but when you're used to a VERY active sex life and it's suddenly taken away from you... enough said perhaps but still he persisted. "NO DAVID! GO AWAY! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!" "I don't CARE! You hurt Dad and I wanna help make it better! Pleaase let me stay?" Whether it was pure horniness or the realisation I WAS NOT going to leave quietly I dunno but he finally admitted defeat. "Just hold me son. Nothing else, okay?" "I'll just stay where I am if you want. I won't move I promise." But I still had a very large sausage in my hand. Dad just muttered some sort of rebuke but didn't fight me. We both drifted off to sleep but the tables had turned once I woke. Dad was face into me and holding me tight. "Awake little one?" "Umm. I think so Dad. How you feeling?" "Lots better thanks to my beautiful boy! You were right. It worked. I needed that closeness I used to have with Mum but... I couldn't ever marry again, even take a girlfriend you know? I loved her too much but you... just it felt right. Not that it is right but..." "Why isn't it right Dad? I mean I've seen it on the video's and... " Whoops! Faux-pas to be sure! "What video's son? Where did you see these things?" Dad was fair. Believe me he was but I was nervous! "Maybe it's a secret Dad?" "No David. Please tell me otherwise I'll just worry more." "Uncle Alex's. Marie and Tony would watch them when you all went out to the pub. Don't tell anyone?" "No! I know about your Uncle Alex's collection! Look it's very okay for you to know about sex and relationships but I wished you'd asked me first?" "Dad?? I was even littler than I am now! I just watched and it was fun but I didn't think anything was wrong. It's on film so it must be okay right?" "Everything is okay just so long as it doesn't mean someone else gets upset son. Some folk have issues with ... some things but I'm not joining in that argument. Everyone is different and just so long as no one gets hurt but for us to get like `close'? That really isn't right and if anyone was to find out then I'd be sent away and you would be taken into care." "Why?" "Because it's the law. Relationships amongst members of the same immediate family aren't allowed." "Not just a cuddle?" "Yeah that's fine but being intimate? Not allowed!" I didn't realise I could be so manipulative but my next question had Dad on the back foot. "So where does a nice loving cuddle and being intimate change Dad?" Dad spluttered. "Let's just get supper now. I'll have to think about that last one!" ***** As normal I was ordered off to bed at 8pm. Dad had been okay if somewhat subdued leaving me pretty much to my own devices. He'd made dozens of phone calls mostly from the privacy of his study and again his reasons and the purpose of these wasn't discussed. Just `Something that I have to do' was his only explanation. I slept for a couple of hours then woke as I heard movement downstairs as Dad secured the house for the night, finally climbing the stairs for bed. I listened. He cleared the bathroom and instead of going directly to his bedroom, came in to mine and while I pretended to be fast asleep he knelt beside my bed and gently put his head on the pillow beside mine, trying his best not to disturb me. He seemed to be there for ages. No movement other than occasionally readjusting his position but all of a sudden he whispered. "Oh God help me. I want your cuddles tonight but I cannot ask you. It's so very wrong but... I need you tonight my son. I really need you!" With that he picked himself up and went to bed. I lay there listening until the only sound was silence throughout the house. I removed my PJ's and crept into his room, carefully lifted the bed sheet and snuggled in beside him. I had no thoughts of what might happen, just the yearning to show him my love and he felt warm and comforting to me. Obviously he woke, probably my slightly cooler body against his but I didn't hear him complain as he took my hand and placed it on his chest then with his arm over my slim torso, took my bum in his hand and pulled me closer to him. "Oh God thank you for allowing this to happen." Was all he said. ***** Sometime later I woke to find we'd both shifted position. Dad was facing me still pulling me into him. I remember feeling his enormous dick pressing against my tummy fully erect and I knew enough to understand what he needed. I manoeuvred myself away from him being careful not to wake him and once I had enough access I reached down and took his dick in my little hand. Dad stirred but that was about it so I carefully started a gentle wanking motion just like I'd seen on the films. Without knowing what reaction I'd get, I took my time to savour the unbelievable hard / softness of him. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. His precum flowed to the point I wondered if he'd wet himself but I could smell it wasn't piss and that intrigued me. I lifted my fingers off his cock and firstly sniffed them, then licked at them deciding I could handle the taste then resumed my attentions from whence they came. I know now about wet dreams as an adolescent but an adolescent my Dad isn't and he woke right at the point of ejaculating. No biggie for me! I'd watched the films but Dad? Mortified doesn't come close but there was little he could do by then except cum massively and all over both of us but once he'd come down from his euphoria he wasn't best pleased! "David? Oh SHIT! Oh my GOD boy! What the f... what on earth do you think you're at!" "You nearly said a bad word Dad." "BAD WORD?! Dear God in his heaven boy!" "I was only trying to help you? I'm sorry if you didn't like it?" "Like it!! Oh son it was fantastic but you mustn't EVER do that again!" "Why? You enjoyed it and I enjoyed it so ..." "Did you? Enjoy it I mean?" "Yeah. I've seen it on the films but that was wonderful. I wanted to make you happy and that was all I was thinking about." Dad seemed to settle down. I know now some six years along how post-climatic euphoria works. He was shattered but even so, he reached down and felt me up, my little dong standing dutifully to attention for him. "Oh Jesus you're beautiful David! I'd never noticed just how... sexy you've become. Oh God I want to do things with you so very much!" "I'm your son. You can do anything you want with me Dad. Anything you like." Dad groaned and was about to protest when I shuffled down to his groin, my intention was to give him a bj like in the video's but he was a bit slimy from cumming and the smell wasn't so intoxicating either so I settled on his balls and one by one took them into my mouth lapping at them as if I'd been doing it all my life. After a few minutes he gently pushed me away and turned around allowing access to my little prick. He easily took me to the root including my unformed little sac and promptly took me out of myself. So caring. So gentle I was beside myself with the experience. I threw caution to the wind and went onto Dad's dick not caring about the pungent smell. I wanted him! I needed his essence inside me! I needed it NOW! Oh that first time climax! NEVER forgotten, made so very special as it was the lips of my Dad that took me there. Whether my suction contributed to anything, I'll never know but Dad came in my mouth almost instantly. I didn't do a very masterful job at swallowing but I did try. I guess I wasn't expecting it but none the less we collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, totally wiped out not waking until the morning. ***** This continued on and off for the next couple of years always culminating in mutual blowjobs but he refused point blank to fuck me despite my being more than happy to let him try. His reasoning was sound enough I suppose, he was frightened he'd hurt me. The closest he got was to have me laying on my tummy with his dick in between the tops of my legs and using some lube, he would hump me until he was about to cum at which point we'd revert to plan A and trade bjs'. I was determined to experience the `real deal' so I started to befriend a boy at my school who I believed to be gay. My assumptions proved to be correct and it wasn't too long before we started messing about with each other. To start with, getting screwed by him wasn't too good an experience mainly due to our lack of knowledge but we persevered to the point where I actually enjoyed it. Especially I loved him cumming up inside me as it made me slick and after he got his second wind, round two was perfection and so on my thirteenth birthday I managed to persuade Dad into fully experiencing me. On my back with my feet over his shoulders, he pumped me full of KY and then having slicked up his cock, pushed it slowly and gently at my hole. His glans entered me on the second or third attempt. No real pain but being probably twice the girth of my mate, he felt enormous! I expelled all the air from my lungs and tried to dilate my ring to its fullest which enabled Dad to slip in a couple of inches inside me. I winced, not with pain but just the sheer size of him. "Are you alright David? I'll stop right now if you want." "No! Don't stop! It's just you're so big. So much bigger than Stephen! Do I feel okay for you?" "I think I've gone to heaven son! I've never, ever felt anything quite as good as this!" This knowledge that I was making Dad feel so good spurred me on. "More Dad. Give me more! I want all of you!" With that he pushed slowly forward until I could feel his pubes against my balls and then stopped moving, both of us savouring the moment. "I don't think I'll last long Davey. God you feel wonderful. So damn tight!" "It's okay Dad. Don't worry. Just give it all to me now and maybe later you'll last a bit longer." Dad started to gently fuck me. Good as his word he lasted only about a minute before exploding inside me. I could feel his dick expand followed by a torrent of his cum jetting into my colon. "Oh God Davey! I'm so very sorry. What have I done?" "Made me very happy Dad! Thank you!" but the guilt washed through him as he started to cry. "I can't believe what I've done! Sullied my own son! Dear God forgive me!" "What's to forgive? I wanted you to do me and you wanted me so where's the problem? Dad I want you again and this time for longer, harder. Show me what you can do. Breed me again Dad." I think my dirty talking won him over as he started moving inside me once again. This time he wasn't so gentle as his tempo ramped up until he was pounding my backside for all he was worth. A strange new sensation was boiling up inside me. Somehow he was hitting something inside me sending waves of pleasure through my young body and each time he touched whatever it was, was bringing me ever closer to my own climax. I tried to hold off for as long as possible but I was not in control of things and so finally the inevitable happened. "Oh God! Dad I'm cumming...!" Cum fairly spewed out of me and as I tensed up, riding the waves of my climax, my sphincter tightened around his thick meat pushing him over the edge into his second cum of the night. This time there were no tears, no remorse, just cuddles and kisses until he went soft and slipped out of me. No words were spoken. None were needed. Sleep took over, both of us basking in the afterglow of fantastic sex. ***** We shared the same bed every night for the next twelve months, both of us learning to become more adept at pleasuring each other as time progressed to the point where we instinctively knew what each other wanted and needed but I was growing up and had started to see girls in a different light and Dad had started dating a lady he'd met at the gym. We talked about both these things. We neither of us wanted things to change but it was decided to take a break and see how thing went. Dad started to bring Clair home and on those occasions she would share his bed and I was happy for both of them. For my part I started dating a girl from my school and now aged sixteen, I've discovered the joys of sex with my girlfriend. Since that discussion, Dad and I have never done anything sexual with each other. We do sometime reminisce but neither of us harbour any guilt, far from it. We are closer for it and the love we have one for the other will I'm sure, transcend all others. The End. To date, `Nifty' is free to view but that might change if sufficient funds aren't forthcoming. Please consider donating something by visiting; http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you all.