Date: Sat, 31 Jul 1999 16:35:47 EDT
From: Procardia2@aol.com
Subject: Remembering Dad 2

Looking back, I realize now that I was very fortunate.  Men live their
whole lives in search of the pleasure that my father shared with me and my
brother, but I had no way of knowing this when I was young.  I remember
being very, very jealous of Dad's relationship with Brian.  Even at such a
young age, it infuriated me that something so secret and intensely
enjoyable could have been going on right under my nose for so much time.  I
never found out exactly how old Brian was the first time anything happened
between my father and him, but I knew the night I watched my father fucking
Brian that it was not the first time they had done that.  I knew very
little about sex, but the obvious intimacy that they shared while
performing this act made me feel left out.  Although I was elated to
discover my father's willingness to engage in sex with his boys, I envied
Brian.  He was doing something with my father that I never knew was
possible, and I knew I would not be happy until Daddy fucked me the same
way.  There is a certain dynamic to having a sibling so close in age as
Brian and I are, and I was not about to allow him to have something so good
and keep it to himself.

Poor Daddy must have had his hands full to have two young boys vying for
the attention of his magnificent cock, and how he kept it all a secret from
my mother I still do not know to this day, but I soon learned that Dad had
a very high sex drive and was nearly always ready to play.  From the first
night when I watched him fuck my brother through the keyhole to my parents'
bedroom, I thought it was unusual that he had done it twice in one
night--even when I jerked off, I only ever came one time--and then the very
next morning I had jerked him off again.  At that age I thought maybe
that's the way grown men were all the time.  Now I realize that my father's
urge to have sex was greater than the average man's.  Perhaps this is what
made him so receptive to the sexual outlet that my brother and I
represented for him.

Whatever the reason, my feelings for him grew every day.  The development
of my sexual relationship with Dad was furtive to say the least...him
coming into my room at night to put me to bed, quietly slipping his briefs
down his thighs while I jerked furiously on his penis until he silently
spurted his semen onto my boyish chest, constantly looking over his
shoulder to make sure my mother was nowhere around...me making him cum with
my mouth for the first time as I crouched in front of him in our basement,
his meaty pecker hanging out of the unzipped fly of his dirty shorts,
interrupting our putting away of the day's gardening tools...him wrestling
playfully with me and firmly tweaking my penis through my pants when he
thought nobody else was looking.  I was on top of the world as I slowly
entered a place where my Dad was showing me the kind of attention I always
wanted from him.  I had no idea if Daddy was still doing it with Brian.
They still seemed close, but I never saw or heard them do anything sexual
together.

The special times were when Daddy and I were alone in the house together,
simply because they were so rare.  One afternoon stands out in my mind,
Daddy was working the night shift and he helped Mom decide to let me stay
home from school one day as I played sick.  Mom went to work and Brian went
to school, and I can remember listening to Mom's car pulling out of the
driveway even as I sat in their bed, watching Daddy undo his robe and step
out of it, revealing his nakedness to me and climbing into bed, his cock
already thickening even before I grasped it and made it fully hard.  I
learned to suck Daddy the way he liked best, after some practice and
guidance.  Even though I couldn't fully engulf his member the way I knew I
wanted to, Daddy instructed me how to move my mouth over the upper portion
of his cock, and soon I was taking his cum regularly, already familiar with
the smell, feel, and taste of my father's thick loads.  Handjobs were soon
a thing of the past and I was blowing him regularly.  The first time I ever
tried to swallow it, I gagged at its warmth and overpowering flavor.  As I
lost more of my innocence about these sex acts between my father and I, his
sperm became more and more important to me, a representation of the
pleasure that coursed through our bodies when we played, a coming together
that resulted in one important thing: the release of his semen, his sperm,
his spunk.  I learned to love the feeling of it spurting into my mouth, and
I was quickly to the point where I would not let any of it escape and I
would swallow it greedily, which pleased him immensely.

But even after all of it, something remained, and it was the fact that I
had yet to feel my father's cock inside of me.  The thought terrified me
and filled me with a burning excitement at the same time.  On the nights
when I masturbated, I thought of nothing but this.  I had mentioned it to
Daddy several times, and I couldn't tell if he wasn't pursuing it any
further because he had no desire to or simply because we had so little time
alone with each other.  I had tried putting my fingers inside my butt and
never got very far, it always seemed to hurt way too much.  Winter turned
into spring and then summer, and still it had not happened.  I was
beginning to think that Daddy had no interest in it, but then something
wonderful happened.  Daddy saw a window of opportunity and decided to take
matters into his own hands.

My Dad was always really interested in drag racing.  There was a small
speedway a few hours from our home, and he loved to go there with his
friends.  When I was very young, we would all go as a family.  Sometimes we
camped out in tents, and other times we would stay with a buddy of Dad's
who had a small cabin at the nearby campgrounds.  Brian and I would spend
the days playing in the woods near the speedway when we got bored with the
races, but my mother didn't quite enjoy these trips as much as we did.
Daddy hung out with a rowdy crowd of biker types and drank a lot of beer.
When my mother was young she would party with the rest of them, but then I
suppose somewhere she stopped enjoying it.  Daddy had gone to the speedway
without her a couple of times, but he never took us without her because she
did not approve of that at all.

Brian had the opportunity to go on a vacation with his friend David's
family, and was going to be gone for two weeks.  Although I had stopped
resenting him less and less, I was secretly glad that he was going to be
gone.  I thought that maybe it would allow for more experiences between me
and my father, but Daddy shocked me by suggesting that he and I go to the
speedway and stay at the cabin for a weekend, alone.  I don't know how he
presented that prospect to my mother, but he won her out in the end, and I
found myself riding in Daddy's truck with him as we drove to the race track
and, more importantly, to a place where I knew Daddy and I could spend time
together playing uninterrupted.  Above all else, I knew that if Daddy was
going to fuck me that it would happen here, and a surge of something hot
ran through me every time I thought about how I had seen Daddy do it to
Brian.  I thought about his huge ballsac slapping wetly against Brian's
butt, and Brian's cries and whimpers as Daddy forcefully rammed him over
and over.  I was pleased to give him head, but I longed for him to be in
control and do "it" to me.

Since we left the house early, I slept most of the way to the cabin, waking
up once to look over at my Dad.  He smiled at me, a smile that made me feel
warm.  Daddy had a hard, imposing face unless he was smiling, when his eyes
would squeeze almost all the way shut.  I smiled back and admired his thick
arms and big belly as he drove us to the cabin, dressed in a pair of jean
shorts and a tank top that said Harley Davidson.  I felt very special
since, although Dad was a friendly guy, he was rarely affectionate, except
with his sons.  Everybody who knew him knew he loved us more than anything.

We pulled in to the cabin and Daddy and I carried our bags inside.  The
cabin was actually a small house with two bedrooms, but of course we had
the place to ourselves this time.  Normally, when we would come here with
Mom and Brian and Dad's buddy who owned the place, the adults got the
bedrooms while the kids slept on an old pull-out couch on the screened-in
porch.  This time though, Dad tossed both our duffel bags into one of the
bedrooms, and I knew this was where both my Dad and I would share the bed.

Dad and I headed off to the speedway shortly after inspecting the cabin,
and we spent the rest of the day watching the races and hanging out with
Dad's buddies who were there.  I felt so proud to be part of the adults,
there were no other kids around this time.  We went to a cookout where we
ate hot dogs and hamburgers, but I began to get restless.  I knew what I
wanted up here, and it wasn't to spend time with anyone but Dad.  I was
even more upset that evening when two of Dad's buddies accompanied us back
to the cabin and they spent the rest of the night drinking.  I was
impatient to be with my father in private, and it seemed like forever to me
before they left.  I had already gone in to bed, where I took off all my
clothes and lay naked in the darkness, waiting for Dad.  I pulled back the
sheets but I lay there uncovered so he could see I was naked.  I drifted
off to sleep listening to the guys talk out on the front porch, their
voices drifting in to me through the open window.  Suddenly the sounds of
the screen door banging jolted me awake and I heard Dad locking up and
turning out the lights.  The door to the bedroom opened and I could see Dad
in the darkness.  He wandered in the dark over to the bathroom that
connected the two bedrooms and flicked on the light, illuminating the
bedroom.  He looked over at me for a second or two in silence before I
heard his voice, "You still awake, Mikey?"  I said I was.

Standing in the doorway, he dropped his shorts and kicked them into the
bedroom, and I could see his penis flop out even in the dim light.  "Good,"
he said as I heard him take a long piss, releasing all the beer that had
given him a good buzz by this point.  He brushed his teeth then, and I
could see his face in the bathroom mirror, his tank top still on, his bare
ass facing me.  I was already hard by the time he came back into the
bedroom, flicking out the bathroom light and stripping off his shirt in the
dark.  He climbed into bed naked and hunkered down next to me, lying on his
side, and he began to gently rub my belly and my thigh.  His rubbery penis
touched me lightly until he gripped my erection, which made his come
thundering to life almost immediately.  I rolled over to meet his embrace
and he held me, nuzzling my neck, our penises pushing against one another.

Impatient to play with his penis, I moved down his body and, gripping the
wide base in my hand, pushed my mouth over his erect cock.  His groan of
pleasure was uninhibited and real.  Excitement surged through me as I
thought about how alone we were up here.  I sucked up and down on his
pulsing maleness, remembering his instructions about how not to go too fast
too soon.  He stayed on his side, grasping the back of my head and pushing
his cock deeper into my mouth.  I longed for the day when I didn't have to
hold the bottom of his shaft and I could feel the whole thing surge in and
out of my mouth, but every time I tried I could never reach the bottom of
his penis before it lodged in the back of my throat and stayed there,
gagging me.  He had discouraged me from trying to push it deeper, showing
me how to hold it while I sucked instead to cover the remaining surface of
flesh.  He told me that I'd know when I was ready to try and swallow the
whole thing.

Nursing on his dick, I fell into a reverie that was interrupted when he
pulled it all the way out of my mouth and my grip, sliding out of bed.
"Come with me," he said, as we walked naked into the bathroom.  Flicking on
the light, he went over to the tub and turned on the shower, his penis
still erect and swinging in front of him.  Mine pointed straight up when it
was hard, but his big thing hung out in front of him, pointing down
slightly under it's own weight.  I watched him, as I always did when I
could see him naked in the light.  I wanted to look just like him when I
grew up.

We got into the shower, something we hadn't done since I was very small,
and soon we were washing each other and laughing, his penis nudging my side
every once in a while.  I soaped up my hands and slid my hands up and down
his shaft, reaching the bottom, sliding my hands underneath to hold his
sac.  I ran my soapy hands all over his round, firm belly and up into the
even firmer mounds of his strong chest.  When it was my turn to be washed,
Daddy soaped up his hands and spent a long time soaping up my butt.  In my
aroused state, his fingers felt incredible sliding between the cheeks of my
ass, and as he made contact with my small opening I jumped.  He rubbed and
soaped, lavishing attention on my ass, and I realized quickly that I was
being pleasured by his actions.  I pushed myself backwards to him, allowing
him to more easily grip my hips and rub the soap all over me.

And then we were rinsing, drying, and we were back in bed.  Daddy got
behind me and did something he had never, ever done to me before.  He
started kissing me on my butt, and I giggled a little because it tickled,
especially because of the scrachy whiskers on his face.  His kisses got
more and more firm, until he pushed his face into my ass, his tongue
pushing straight into the crevice and seeking out my hole, which he licked
up and down repeatedly.  I gasped loudly and held my breath at the new
sensations as Daddy's arm slipped under my hips and he pulled me harder
into his face.  "Just relax the muscles in your butt Mikey, and let me make
it feel good," he said, and I did my best to obey him.  I was in ecstasy as
his tongue pushed into my hole, and I wailed out loud at his intrusion.  He
stopped immediately and raised his head.  "Does that hurt, buddy?" he asked
gently.  I managed to gasp that it did not hurt at all, and he continued to
plunge his quivering tongue as deep as he could into my hole.

His fingers were a different story.  As he slid one finger in, it was
uncomfortable.  Two fingers became painful, and three fingers I had to cry
out and ask him to stop.  Daddy reached over into his duffel bag, which was
on the floor next to our bed, and pulled out a tube of something, which he
began spreading onto his fingers, which returned to my hole and resumed
pushing inside.  This time it wasn't so bad with the slippery stuff on his
fingers, which cooled the burning feeling.

Daddy had me lie on top of him, all the way up his body.  I put my arms
around his shoulders and spread my legs as I straddled his belly, and his
hands were between my legs playing with my hole, pulling it open, pushing
his fingers inside, and all the while he talked to me, telling me to relax,
asking if it was OK, if it hurt, if he should stop, telling me he loved me,
how glad he was we were all alone up here.  I was determined that he would
NOT stop, and even though his fingers inside me hurt, it began to subside.
I felt his big arms pull me slightly down his body, my face resting under
his neck at the top of his chest, my hips just at the bottom of his belly,
and suddenly I realized he was going to put it inside me.  My breath was
coming in short, ragged gasps as my erection pushed against Dad's belly,
slicked up by the sweat in between us, and then I felt it.  The wide head
of his cock pushed against my hole, stretching it slowly, opening me,
slipping inside, then pulling back out at the last second.  Daddy was
gentle, he took his time entering me, in and out, in and out, until finally
he pushed the head of his cock fully inside me with no problem at all.  I
felt like my butt hole was uncomfortably stretched, but the real pain was
almost gone, and I pushed back, taking a little bit of his shaft inside me.
Daddy pulled out again, leaving me feeling empty, while he put some more
lube on his cock, and then he flipped me over onto my back.  "This is it,"
I thought as he spread my legs apart, looking up into my face with a look
that made me love him even more.  He leaned over and kissed me then, his
penis pushing between my cheeks but he waited until he had given me a long,
loving kiss before he gripped his erection and pushed it inside of me,
slowly but inevitably filling me with him.  I will never forget the sound
he made as he entered me, a deep growl of terrifying abandon, and his face
was wrenched tight, his teeth clenched until he was fully contained inside
of me.  He leaned forward then, breathing deeply, and whispered "Oh,
Mikey..." into my ear.

 I was terrified and elated.  For the first time since we had been playing
together, I felt my father's true sexual nature and power, and some part of
me told me that I was in over my head.  My ass felt like it was going to
split apart, especially when his dick would twitch, but Daddy just lay
there over me, gentle and protective, his penis pushed all the way inside
me to the root, his belly pushing my own dick up against my body tightly.
I rested my legs on his hips, clamping down and holding onto them, while my
arms held his massive chest, now hovering directly over me as he propped
himself up on his elbows and lay inside me.  We lay there together as we
both savored this moment, the moment of my deflowering, his first time
pressed inside my tightness.  His kissed me and told me that he loved me.
Finally he began to gently move.

Unable to contol myself, I whimpered when he began to stroke me, very
gently and softly.  He kissed my cheek and whispered that I could tell him
to stop any time.  I told him I didn't want him to.  With that he pulled
almost all the way out of me and pushed slowly back inside, causing himself
to groan loudly and me to gasp, my eyes flying open wide at the feeling.
He did it again.  Again.  Again.  With every push a feeling started to
grow, as if he was stroking my dick, which his belly pushed against, but
this feeling came from deep inside of me.

His tempo increased slightly, his thrusts resuming, becoming shorter and
more powerful, and I went right along with it.  I was proud of myself for
keeping up with him, and as he pulled back from my body I looked up into
his face.  His eyes were closed, and his expression was astonishing.
Daddy's face looked beautiful, I had never seen it like this.  It seemed as
if he was in heaven.  He opened his eyes and caught me watching him, and he
grinned widely at me.  "Feels good, Mike..." he said, and I thought about
it.  Mike.  Had he ever called me that before?

"Oh, fuck you're tight," he said, and I cringed in shock at his use of that
word, but his eyes were shut again, squeezed tight in what looked like
confusion, and I tried to squeeze his dick with my ass.  Whatever I did, it
made a tiny tingling feeling go off inside me and it made Daddy gasp and
his eyes opened.  "Oh, Mikey!" he cried, and I did it again.  "Awww..." he
said, sounding as if something was out of control.  His stroking became
frenzied, his rhythm becoming haphazard.  "You feel like you could come,
baby?" he asked me.

"Just keep doing it, I feel something happening, " I told him, and he
nodded, his eyes wide and crazed as he watched my face twitch in time with
his thrusts.

I squeezed again and he said "Oh, fuck Mikey...I can't hold on if you do
that..." but I was already crying out at the onset of something huge.
Daddy began humping me furiously, his big balls bouncing off my butt, and I
gave one final squeeze before it happened for me.  Daddy responded with a
loud cry and suddenly his hand was clamped deeply into my hip, and he
pushed far inside of me, and my dick was throbbing as I climaxed, but he
was cumming--shooting, squirting, pumping his seed into me.  Halfway
through his orgasm he collapsed onto his side and rolled me over with him,
onto his back with me on top, both his hands pushing my hips into his groin
as he sought to push himself as deep inside of me as possible.  As his
ejaculation subsided, he loosened his grip and slid his arms up to hug me
tightly to his chest.  We were both trying to catch our breath as I slipped
off to his side and held onto his softening penis, as I had seen Brian do
after being fucked by him.  I squeezed a large bead of cum out of his dick
and it stayed there at the tip until I cleaned it off with my finger,
putting it into my mouth as Daddy stroked my hair.

Afterwards, as we lay falling asleep as the sweat dried on our bodies,
Daddy cradled me spoon-fashion as we lay there and told me that he loved
me.  I told him how much I loved him and I hoped that he knew it.  I think
that he did.