Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 18:10:37 +0200
From: Unknown Writer
Subject: Sleeping with My Dad

My friend Mickey told me that he thinks my dad is very sexy.  I am 17,
Mickey in 16.  I asked him if he was gay and he answered that it is not
necessary to be gay to see that a man is sexy.  I wondered.

I asked him to come and stay with us for the weekend and thought I would
try and see if he has any inclination towards having sex with me.  I am
well build and my friend George, the only one I have sex with ever, told me
before they moved away that he would have a hard time to find another sex
buddy as sexy as I am.  I believed him.  Mickey was not bad looking and I
decided that I need to my cock up a firm ass again soon and I just might
get him so far as to fuck me as well.

When we went to my bedroom that night I took all my clothes off and stood
naked in front of Mickey.  His remark was that I am as sexy as my dad.  I
put my arms on his shoulders and started kissing him.  No rejection, he
kissed back.  When I felt his hard cock in his shorts I got him on the bed
took his shorts off and took his stiff cock in my mouth.  After a few
minutes he shot his cum and I enjoyed eating some again.  He exclaimed that
it was wonderful and he wanted to do it to me as well.  It took him longer
to get me to cum and when I finally did he was exhausted.  I cuddled and
touched him allover and he enjoyed it seeking my lips when my face was near
his and French kissed me often.  When we had hard cocks again I tried to
get my fingers in his ass but he refused and said that it was enough, he is
not gay.  I was a bit fed up with him and decided to leave it.  He went to
his bed and the next morning we both acted as if nothing happened between
us the previous night.  He found an excuse before that evening and went
home.  He was apparently not prepared to have a repeat of the previous
night.  I was surprised because the hungry why he kissed and held on to my
body and even ate my cum was certainly enjoyable for him.  The conclusion I
came to was that he felt guilty; you get people like that when they enjoy
something too much they think it is sinful.

That Saturday night I was watching TV in the lounge with my father.  He was
sitting on the coach and I was sitting in an armchair.  The lights were
dim.  We have been living alone now for six months since my mother left.
We hardly ever spoke about the fact that they got divorced and at this
stage she was never mentioned.  He was a very attractive for his age and
looked younger than his forty two years.  The programs on the TV were
rather boring and I saw that he was rubbing over his groins and that it has
grown some.  I went to sit next to him, feeling hungry for sex and watching
him rubbing himself made me quite horny.

When I sat down next to him with my right leg touching his left leg, we
both were shirtless and had only shorts on, he kept his hand still.  I
pretended to be interested in the boring program on the TV, pushed his hand
away and started stroking with my hand over his cock.  He did or said
nothing and also pretended to watch the TV intensely.  When I felt that he
was becoming hard I went on my knees in front of him and with both my hands
pulled his shorts off.  Like me he only had the shorts on, no underpants.
His cock shot up, as to attention, and I took it in my mouth and started to
gently move my tongue round the head.  He started to move his hands over my
hair, gently stroking it.  I took his balls in my right hand and started
pulling it moving my mouth down on his cock and took the full length down
my throat.  He placed his hands on my head and started to move up and down
fucking my mouth.  This went on for a while then he pulled me off his cock,
pulled me up by the arms on top of him and started to French kiss me.  He
pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks it, then he would suck my
tongue and I did the same with him.  It was so much more satisfying than
what George and I ever kissed.  My cock was throbbing at this stage and I
pulled my shorts off and was now naked on his naked body.  His hands moved
constantly over my body and I rubbed mine on his chess and six pack.  It
was unbelievable wonderful.  He started to push one of his fingers in my
ass, then two and finally finger fucking me.  When I finally could not hold
any more wishing to be fucked by him I got on my knees on the coach and he
mounted me.  Up to this stage not a word was said by either of us.  The
only sound in the room was the boring voice of a woman talking about street
children sniffing glue.

He slowly pushed his cock slightly in and out in short movements, then
deeper until he went in completely and I could feel his balls against my
bum cheeks.  He then fucked me with slow deep strokes rubbing my prostrate.
His arms were round my body and his right hand was pulling my cock gently.
When he felt my cock swelling he started fucking me faster and pulling
faster on my cock.  We shot at the same time, he deep in my ass and I all
over the couch.  I don't think I have ever before released as much cum.  I
was completely shot and collapse on my cum with him on top of me.  He
kissed me in the neck for awhile then got off me and turned me over.  He
licked the cum of my body and cock.  Than took for a few moments both my
balls, first the one then the other in his mouth.  I had many delightful
feelings of joy in me.  I had for the first time had sex with a man.  An
attractive and very sexy man, not another boy, and that man were my father.
I was on my back, he climbed on top of me and we kissed for a while then he
got up, picked up his shorts and walked out.  At the door he turned around
and I looked at his handsome naked body, then he said: "I am going to have
a shower.  I assume that as from tonight you are sleeping with me in my
bed."  I firmly replied: "Yes!" and collapsed on my back on the coach,
holding on to my empty feeling ball sack as he walked out.

My sex life with my father carried on until I went to collage.  We never
spoke about it or even when we were in bed.  We were just fuck buddies
during the evenings, nights and sometimes during the days over weekends
when neither of us had something else on.  I was not interested in finding
any one else having sex with him.  When I came home for some weekends and
holidays we share his bed and still never talked about it.  He once said
that he sometimes miss me, not the sex, me and I would hold him tighter
when we finally decided to sleep.

I am now happily married to a beautiful kind and gentle women.  We have two
lovely children, both girls.  One weekend a month my father and I go
fishing -- something normally done by father and son -- and we hardly ever
caught a fish but enjoy sex, satisfying and very enjoyable.  My wife would
never expect that we would or could be enjoying each other's bodies since
both my father and I love her dearly and would strangely enough not
consider having sex with other men.