Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 06:28:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Smoking and Stroking, Part 4

Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and
stroking."  Thanks to everyone who wrote me about this story.  Again,
comments and suggestions are welcome!

Part 4.

I sat down on the bed and looked at the floor.  Scattered in front of me
were blobs of semen from both my Dad and me.  He had jerked me off and I
had very happily returned the favor.  Now, feeling spent and elated at the
same time, I sat looking at the mess we'd made.

My Dad had walked out of the bedroom to find a roll of paper towel to clean
up.  I sat looking at our cum, mixed together, on the floor and thought
about tasting it.  I'd never tasted my own spunk.  I had really only just
started making it!  Usually, when I masturbated, I just let it spill onto
the floor, my stomach or the sheets.  I just let it come out and didn't
give much thought to what I could do with it.  But now, looking at my Dad's
semen on the floor, it suddenly occurred to me that I could actually eat
it!

When I had jerked him off a few minutes ago, I had really been too lost in
the moment to think about putting my mouth on his dick head when he came.
After he came, I kissed his dick and got a nice taste of what was left.  It
didn't have much flavor, except salty, but there was something about
putting his dick to my lips that was so fucking exciting.  As I reflected
on that taste and kissing his dick, he came back into the bedroom.

He hadn't put anything on and was walking through the house naked.  His
dick had gone down, but was still pretty damn large and swung like a heavy
pendulum as he came toward me.  I was utterly transfixed by it and couldn't
take my eyes off it.  He got nearer and stopped, ripping off long sheets of
paper towel and putting them on the floor to soak up the cum.  I sat on the
bed looking at him in wonder.  I had only really seen my Father completely
naked for the first time this morning, when we shaved together.  And that
morning shave had turned into a jerk-off session I wouldn't forget anytime
soon.  Then, this evening, we'd come back from Thanksgiving dinner and
almost immediately got pretty intimate here in the bedroom.  So, seeing him
naked was something still very new and exciting to me.  I was still staring
at him every chance I got, memorizing details of the body parts I'd never
seen before and just admiring what I saw.

Suddenly, his hand reached behind his balls and pulled his hand up so his
dick and balls just sat in his open palm and he just stood there, offering
this handful of male genitals to me.  I laughed at the gesture and looked
up.  He was looking down at me and smiling.  "You like?"  He asked.

"Uh.  Oh Yeah!  Very much," I replied and reached out to touch them.  I
laid my hand flat over his hand, the two of us cupping his junk.  It was
soft, warm and slightly sticky.

He let his hand drop, releasing his dick and balls, but I kept my hand on
them, getting off the bed so I could still touch them.  "I love it," I
said.  "I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too, buddy," he said and pulled me close to him.  He put
his arms around me and hugged me close, but my hand was still holding his
balls and dick, so my arm was crushed between us.  Laughing, I pulled away,
moved my hand away, and hugged him again.  This time we fully embraced and
while the fronts of our body were touching in many places, it was the
feeling of his dick against my stomach that commanded my attention.  I
don't know if it was that, the hug, the feeling of closeness, or the
thoughts of what I was doing, but I got another hard-on!  My Dad backed up
a little and looked down at me.

"Wow!" he said, "That didn't take long."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, normally guys need some time after they come before they can get
hard again.  But it's only been about 3 minutes and here you are with
another woody."

First of all, hearing my Dad refer to my "woody" was pretty fucking hot.
Standing in front of him, fully erect, was also pretty fucking hot.  But
the fact that we were even having this conversation was probably hottest of
all.  I'd never felt so close to my Dad.



"Why don't you come over here," he said, and taking my upper arm, turned me
around and led me back to the bed.  He sat down, moved the pillow, and sat
at the head of the bed with his back against the wall.  He spread his legs
and patted the space between them.

"Come sit here," he said

I sat on the bed looking him, not sure what he meant.  He raised his hand
and made a spinning motion with his finger and I suddenly understood.
Turning around so my back was to him, I scooted up as far as I could and
then lay back onto him.  It was so amazing to feel my Dad's chest on my
back.  The hair on his chest was thick and coarse and felt pretty nice
against my back.  I could feel his dick and balls pushed up against my
lower back and the top of my butt.

"It's ok," he whispered in my ear, and I relaxed into him.  Suddenly, I
just felt so heavy and warm and safe.  I just sank back into him, my head
falling onto his left shoulder.  He put his arms around me, encircling me,
and rubbed his right hand up and down my torso, hugging me again.  I let
out a soft moan and just gave in to the sensations I was feeling, enjoying
my Dad's hands on my body.  His hand reached down and grabbed my hard dick
and squeezed it.  I moaned even louder and opened my eyes.  I turned my
head and looked up at his face.  He looked down at me and kissed my cheek.
I raised my hand and put it on the bicep of his right arm.  The bicep
suddenly grew and got harder as his hand began to pull on my dick.
Instinctively, I spread my legs a little bit and let him stroke me.  It was
so incredible to lie in my Father's arms while he stroked me.  I felt like
I could stay here for hours.

His hand, though dry, was expert at getting me worked-up.  He seemed to
have an instinct for stroking my dick at the perfect speed, sometimes
gripping it rather tightly, other times opening his hand so it softly
glided up and down the shaft.  Sometimes his hand would come over the ridge
of my dickhead, really sending jolts of pleasure through my body, other
times he would work on just the shaft.  I was in heaven and not quite
conscious of my surroundings anymore.  At some point he must've gotten some
spit on his hand because suddenly it was wet and slippery and the
sensations were increased a thousand times.  As his hand would go up my
shaft and glide over the head, my body would involuntarily shake, like I'd
been shocked.  My breathing became heavier as I really began to give in to
the intense pleasure I was receiving.  But as my orgasm began to build, I
suddenly decided to stop.  It was almost like waking up from a nap.  My
mind became clear and, opening my eyes, I reached down and grabbed his
hand.

"OK, Stop!"  I suddenly said.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm really close," I whispered.

"Yeah?  Don't you want to come again?"

"Yeah, but not yet.  And not without you," I replied.

"Well, I don't know if I'm going to be able to come again tonight.  I'm not
as young as you. "

"What does age have to do with it?" I asked.

"When you're older, it's not as easy to come more than once a night."

"I think I can get you to do it," I replied, giving him a smile.

"Oh, yeah?" he replied.  "Do ya now?"

Laughing, I turned around so I was facing him.  Grabbing his hands with
mine, I stood up on the bed and put my feet outside his legs.  He looked up
at me, obviously wondering what the hell I was doing.

"Scoot down," I said,

Letting go of my hands, he lifted himself up and slid down onto the bed, so
he was now lying on it and I was standing above him.  I knelt down so my
knees were on each side of his belly and my dick rested on his stomach.
Stretching my legs back and lifting myself up, I positioned myself directly
above him and lay down.  Once again, our full bodies came in contact,
though his belly did push me up a bit.  I put my hands on each side of his
shoulder and pushed myself up into a push-up position.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No," he said, laughing, " I can support you."  He put his hands on each
side of my rib cage and effortlessly picked me and laid me back down on top
of him.  Then, wrapping his arms around my back, he squeezed me tightly to
his body.  My face was buried in his neck and I turned my head so it rested
on his shoulder.  As I inhaled, I smelled his armpit and suddenly got a
jolt in my dick.  Without thinking, I ground it into his abdomen.
Realizing how good it felt, like grinding my dick into the sheets of my bed
or a pillow, I started humping my Dad.  The more I thrust, the better it
felt and I could already feel an orgasm building up.  I lifted myself up
onto my elbows, raised my head and looked down at his face.  He smiled up
at me, clearly enjoying this, and I felt his right hand reach down and
encircle my left butt cheek.  He began running his hand up and down my
butt, thigh and lower back.  His left hand was between my shoulder blades,
pressing my back down.

I started thrusting even faster now, really enjoying the sensations that
his body was giving my dick.  I must've been leaking some pre-come because
it definitely felt like my dick was sliding in something wet.

"Hold on a sec," he said and pushed his hand down on my ass, stopping me.
"Lift up."

Pulling my midsection up, we both looked down.  My dickhead was pointing
right at us, bright pink and shiny, the slit glistening with liquid.  My
Dad reached down and grabbed my dick and squeezed it.  His hand felt cool
on my hot dick.  Then he let go and reached further down.  Suddenly, coming
into view was his dick, looking pretty hard to me, and he pulled it up and
let if fall onto his stomach.  Then he put his hand up to his mouth, pushed
some spit on it and rubbed the area right below where my cock hung in the
air.

"OK," he said and gently pushed me back down.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with sensations.  My dick was warm and wet and
the slightest movement on his body sent incredible pleasure through my
body.  And feeling his hard dick next time mine was even more intense.  As
I continued to slip and slide my dick over his slick abdomen, he began to
thrust upward himself, pushing the underside of his dick against my
abdomen.  As the pleasure increased, so did our movements and it seemed
like we were both thrusting faster and faster into each other.  My
breathing became staggered and I found myself holding my breath at times,
so caught up in what I was feeling that I'd forget to exhale.  He also
seemed to be having similar experiences, his breathing sometimes hard in my
ear, sometimes silent as he held his breath.  As had happened earlier
tonight, I had passed a point of no return and suddenly realized an orgasm
was about to take over.  I pushed my arms behind my Dad's neck and hugged
him as hard as I could while the lower part of my body seemed to move
completely on its own.  I held my breath one last time as it built up and
built up and built up... and with a deep exhale, I suddenly stopped and let
the ecstasy wash over me.  After the first two spurts of semen came out, I
started frantically thrusting again, moaning with each additional thrust as
more come shot out between us.  I don't know how many times I had those
contractions, but it seemed like dozens.  As they subsided, I slowed down
and stopped.  I was exhausted, breathing heavy and wet with sweat.

I propped myself up on my elbows again and looked at my Dad.

"Nice," was all he said.  And patted my butt with his hand.

"Yeah," was all I could say.  I was still breathing pretty heavily.

"Roll over," he said and began turning his body so I slid off.  I thought I
was going to fall off the side of the bed and reached out for his arm to
catch myself.  Suddenly, I felt his hand under my body, pulling me back to
the middle of the bed.  Now, as I lay on my back, he swung one knee over
me, so he was straddling me with one knee on each side.  I looked down at
his crotch.  His dick was hard and stood straight out, pointing right at my
face.  Below, his balls hung down in the huge, sparsely haired sac.  And
surrounding them both was all this white foam I realized was my cum mixed
in his hair.  He put his hands down on each side of my head and lowered
himself onto me.



The sensation of both the warmth of his body and the weight was pretty
staggering.  He kept himself propped up on his elbows, so his whole weigh
wasn't on me, but he was still a pretty big guy and I a skinny lad.  But
the fact that my Dad was laying on me overrode any discomfort I felt and I
found myself wrapping my arms around his neck.  As if that was a signal, he
began to thrust himself on my belly, using the slick white foam I'd left as
a lubricant.  I pulled my legs out from under him and wrapped them around
his waist, my ankles hooking each other over his lower back.  As I did
this, his thrusting increased in speed.  I tried to lie as still as
possible and feel his thrusting movements.  They were strong and my whole
body seemed to move with his.  In fact, I was afraid I might hit my head on
the wall behind me as my body was pushed forward.  Like I had done, his
breathing became heavier and he started holding it while thrusting.  His
dick glided all over my abdomen and stomach and he pumped faster and
faster.  I could feel sweat on his neck and my hands started to slip off,
but I clung harder and wrapped my legs a little tighter around his waist.

Then, pushing himself up on his hands so his face was right above mine, he
looked at me.  I watched as his eyes rolled up in his head and began to
feel something warm on my stomach.  His whole body was rigid.  He didn't
move and didn't breathe.  Suddenly, his dick twitched and I felt the warm
sensation again.  He was coming.  He was coming on me.  I looked down, but
couldn't see anything.  I could only feel pulse after pulse and then his
body shook.  With a couple more thrusts, my Dad let out a huge breath and
collapsed on top of me.



He pretty quickly rolled off me and I slid out from under him.  I looked
down at my stomach and found it covered with cum.  I reached down and began
picking it up with my fingers and bringing them to my mouth.  I'd never
tasted cum before and the idea of eating my Dad's mixed with mine was so
special to me.  Unfortunately, there wasn't much flavor to the spunk I was
putting in my mouth, but the idea of what I was doing was so sexy to me, it
seemed so intimate and wonderful.  I savored it so much.  I looked over at
my Dad who was lying on his side, looking at me.

"How is it?"  He asked, smiling.

"I don't know," I said, laughing.  "I can't tell if there's a taste or
not."

He ran his fingers across my belly, slightly tickling me, and got some cum
on his fingertips.  He brought them to his mouth and licked his fingers.

"Yeah," he said, "there's a taste.  The taste of cum. "

 "I don't taste anything.  Just salty."

"Well," he said, "different guys have different tasting cum.  The flavor of
your cum depends on a lot of stuff, like your diet."

"Huh," was all I could say.



Rolling over on my side, I slid back until my body pushed up against my
Dad's torso.  His gut, still wet with our mixed cum, was cold and sticky on
my lower back, but I didn't care because I was being enveloped by my Dad.
Warmth from his body spread through mine and, exhausted and happy, I fell
into a deep slumber.