Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 08:39:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com Subject: Smoking and Stroking, Part 5 Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and stroking." Thanks to everyone who wrote me about this story. And a big thanks to everyone who waited patiently for this chapter! Again, comments and suggestions are welcome! Smoking and Stroking: Part 5 I woke up slowly, trying to figure out where I was. The room was bright from sunlight that poured in the window and it took my eyes a moment to adjust. I realized I was in what would soon be my sister's bedroom, once my family moved into the house. But for now, there were a couple twin beds and a box with a small TV on it. Then two things quickly popped into my head. First, I realized I was naked. As that fact came into my head, the second thing that came to my mind was: I'm naked because the night before I'd had sex with my Dad! My Dad and I had come home from Thanksgiving dinner and fooled around. Twice! As images and feelings from last night came rushing back, I could feel my dick getting really hard. Of course, I had to pee really badly and that wasn't helping any! I got up and walked to the bathroom, my dick pointing straight out in front of me. In the bathroom, I had to push my dick down to get my aim into the toilet bowl. As I started to pee, my dick began to soften and it got easier to finish emptying my bladder. As I stood peeing, I rubbed my hand on my belly and felt hard, crusty bits stuck in the fur forming on my belly. This was dried cum from both my father and I from the night before. We both came on each other, but soon fell asleep, not bothering to clean ourselves off. I loved the idea of going to sleep with my Dad's cum drying on my stomach. I finished peeing, washed my hands and decided to see what my Dad was doing. I figured I didn't need to get dressed. I'd become very comfortable being naked around him. I found my Dad in a chair in the soon-to-be family room. We had put some lawn chairs in the space until the real furniture arrived. As I approached, he turned his head and looked at me. His eyes quickly went up and down my body and, seeing my naked body, gave a little cough like he'd been startled. "Good morning," he said, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Hey," I replied. I came up and stood next to the chair. Looking down at my Dad, I saw that he had put on a pair of white briefs but wasn't wearing a T-shirt. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked. "Ah. Pretty good." I replied. "Except for this" I said as I began trying to pull dried cum from the hair on my stomach. It actually did hurt when I pulled on it. "Yeah, me too," he replied. "And this," he said, rubbing my belly, "will wash off in the shower." As I stood before him, naked, he pulled my hand, bringing me closer to the side of the chair. When I was right next to him, he wrapped his arm around my hips and rested his head on my abdomen, just above my crotch and hugged me. I immediately started getting hard. "You know, buddy, I really enjoyed last night," he said. "Yeah, me too," I replied. "I uh...' "What?" He asked, looking up toward my face. "Well, I've just never really done anything like that before. I mean I've never been close like that with another guy. It was so... I don't know. I can't describe it. It was amazing! It all felt so good, really, really good. I never knew..." and I stopped, realizing I was starting to babble. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. And yeah, it does feel good. It feels really good. That's the point." The arm that was wrapped around my hips loosened and he began to run his hand up and down the backs of my legs and my butt. I stood next to him, my dick about as engorged as it gets, pointing right at his face. Without really thinking, I took my dick in my hand and began slowly stroking it. He took a drag on his cigarette, the whole time watching me stroke my dick. Looking beyond my dick, I could see the bulge in his underwear growing. I had a feeling things were going to get pretty interesting this morning. "You know, Son," he started, "I really don't know how this happened, this thing between us. Watching you smoke a cigarette the night before last, or watching you shave yesterday morning, I realized you've really become a man. A grown man. And I look at your body and at this dick and I just... I just..." and before I could do anything, he opened his mouth and slid it over my dick, pushing my hand out of the way and stopping only when the whole thing was completely buried in his mouth. The sensation I felt and the abruptness in which it happened was startling and I let out a stifled moan, as much from surprise as from pleasure. But once the shock wore off and I realized what he was doing, I became completely overwhelmed by a sensation I couldn't quite describe, but enjoyed more than anything I'd ever felt before. My dick felt warm and wet, enclosed in softness, and almost... itchy. It was like a tickling sensation that only intensified as it continued, becoming almost too much to take. But then he moved his tongue, pulled his mouth back slightly, went forward again and I suddenly realized what everyone was talking about, what my friends were bragging their girlfriends did for them, what people in movies were asking for. This was my first blowjob. And it was the most incredible sensation I'd ever felt in my life. Best of all, my Dad was the one giving it to me. The flood of feelings and emotions were so intense, I thought I'd come right there, so I pulled back, my dick popping out of his mouth with a "smack". Wet and shiny, it hung in the air a few inches from my Dad's mouth. He looked up at me, smiling. "Feel good?" He asked. "Almost too good. I never knew... I guess I thought...." again I found myself stumbling to find words to describe what I was feeling and came up short. "I almost came." "Well," he said, in a joking voice, "we certainly can't have that, can we?" I had started stroking my dick again and found his saliva on it thick and slimy, much better lubrication than my own spit. I looked down at him sitting in the chair and saw his dick trapped in his underwear, pointing straight up. I moved around so I was in front of him and knelt between his knees. Guessing what I was going to do, he shifted himself forward, giving me better access to his crotch. His briefs seemed to be bursting and as he slid forward, I could see a big wet spot at the tip of dick. I knelt there looking at it for what seemed like ages. I'd wanted to do this for so long and even though my Dad and I had fooled around about 4 times already in the past few days, this almost felt like the first time. I reached out and grabbed the head of his dick, wrapped in the white cotton, bent my head down and kissed the dark spot. Then, opening my mouth more, kissed it again, this time trying to take in the whole head. The cotton immediately made my dry mouth even drier and I realized that while I love seeing my Dad in his underwear, I couldn't really suck him through it. I ran a few fingers along the waistband and pulled it toward me. At first, I had to pull them far back toward me until his dick, stuck on the inside where he was wet, suddenly sprang free and pointed up at me. Taking the waistband from me with his thumb, he pulled them out even further and with his other hand, he scooped his balls, pulled them up and let the waistband go. Now his dick and balls were free and right in front of my face. The urge to immediately start sucking him like he'd done to me was strong, but I wanted to really savor this moment and enjoy what was happening. Taking his hard dick in my left hand, I bent forward and pushed my face into the space where his dick and balls meet and took a deep inhale. This was something I'd wanted to do for years: Smell my Dad's musk. And he did not disappoint. The smell that came up from his crotch was heady, even dizzying. It was a combination of sweet and musky, and even a slight urine smell. I had spent many afternoons jerking off with a pair of his underwear under my nose, but none of those experiences came close to what I smelled now. I took another deep breath through my nose and moaned in appreciation. I was in heaven. My Dad started stroking the end of his dick with a couple fingers, lightly pushing up the skin below his head. Obviously, he didn't mind my sniffing so I kept going, moving my face to different places around his crotch and taking deep inhales and enjoying the strong musk that met my nose. Needless to say, I was frantically jerking my own dick, but would stop often because I would get so close to coming. Sniffing his balls and the base of his dick had me almost frenzied. I was so turned on. I began kissing his balls, first one lobe then the other. I was absolutely fascinated by them. Unlike my balls, which were rather hairy and had wrinkled skin, my Dad's balls were almost hairless and smooth. There were thin, spidery blue veins running over them and they just seemed so large to me, compared to my teenage nuts. After kissing them all over, I began taking one ball in my mouth, slowly releasing it, then taking the other. They felt so good in my mouth, so round and smooth. I began taking more time with each nut, holding it my mouth longer and trying to twirl my tongue around it. He was obviously enjoying it. He had stopped stroking the top of his dick and just held the head with his fingertips, keeping his dick out of my way and as my mouth would move over one of his nuts, he would moan quietly and inhale deeply. Then suddenly, he began stroking his dick furiously, overcome with pleasure. Realizing he may be close to coming, I stopped sucking his balls and put my mouth on the tip of his dick. He stopped stroking and held his fist right under the head of his dick. I pushed my tongue out and found the slit. It tasted salty. Opening my mouth more, I took the whole head of his dick into my mouth, my lips meeting his fist. Suddenly, the head seemed to grow inside my mouth. I moved my tongue around, swirling it over the head. "Whoa, easy there." He said. "Remember, that's pretty sensitive." I stopped and looked up at him. "Sorry." I said. "It's okay. You're doing a good job. Just remember to take it easy on the head." I immediately put my mouth back on his dick and he moved his fist down, stopping when he had a couple fingers and his thumb at the base. Suddenly I realized that I could really start to suck my Dad's dick. I moved my lips beyond the ridge of his head and onto the shaft. It's so difficult to really describe all I was sensing, the taste, the feeling in my mouth and even the smell that would hit me as I inhaled through my nose. All of it seemed so incredible to me. His dick felt so hard in my mouth, but at the same time, the skin seemed so soft and smooth. The head filled my mouth and the ridge underneath his head ran over my tongue. I tried to push my mouth down to the base, but was stopped by his fingers and thumb that had moved up the shaft a few inches. "Don't go further than here." He said. "Open you mouth a bit more so your teeth don't touch it." I kept my lips clamped hard around the shaft, but tried pulling my teeth away, then pushed my tongue against the underside of his cock. "Yeah, like that," he said. "Think soft and smooth." I began moving my mouth slowly up and down, pulling up until only his head was in my mouth, then plunging down to meet his fingers and thumb, still holding place on the shaft. "Now, go a little slower," he said. "Yeah...." I appeared to be a quick learner. I immediately slowed the pace of my mouth going up and down, going down very slowly and then back up, trying to move my tongue around the underside of the shaft as I did. At one point, his dick seemed to expand in my mouth, getting even bigger and harder. He let out another moan. I looked up at his face and saw something I don't think I'd ever seen on my Dad's face before: pure ecstasy. His eyes were closed, his mouth in a half-smile. But he seemed to be... glowing almost. He was really enjoying it. I could actually see it on his face. I put my left hand on top of his hand that was holding the base of his dick and with my right hand began stroking my dick again. I was so lost in what I was doing I couldn't tell if I'd been sucking him for 5 minutes or half an hour. I just knew I didn't want to ever stop. Not only was I enjoying the feel of his hard, smooth cock in my mouth, but also I was experiencing pure joy at knowing I was making him feel so good. As I stroked myself, I also began to moan from the sensations coming from my dick. I didn't think I could hold on much longer. But I was determined to try. As if he knew what I was thinking, he asked, "Are you getting close?" "Mmmm Hmmm." I replied, unwilling to stop what I was doing to actually say anything. "Yeah, me too." He said. I felt his hand beneath mine start to move. I moved my hand away and he began stroking the base of his cock with a couple fingers and his thumb. I stopped sucking and hovered above his dick head. His hand took over the full shaft, but after a few strokes he stopped. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit into it and went back to stroking his dick. His hand quickly became wet and he began to really stroke his dick in earnest, like I'd seen him do the day before. I was amazed watching him jerk off, thinking that he was an expert, with years of experience stroking himself, whereas I'd only been doing it for a year or so. I was utterly fascinated watching him stroke his dick so close to my face and I would sometimes dart in and try to lick the tip and even push some spit onto the head. At one point, he pushed his hand all the way forward, pushing the loose skin up around the head so his dick looked uncircumcised. Realizing his hand had stopped, I dove onto the head, taking in both it and the folds of skin around it. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. Working my tongue around, I remembered what he'd said about sensitivity and slowed down, then stopped. I just sat there with my Dad's dickhead in my mouth, but not moving my tongue. I just held it. He must've enjoyed that because again his head expanded in my mouth, growing out like a mushroom. He finally released his hand and the skin fell back onto the shaft and I once again swallowed his penis. This time, his hand wasn't at the base and as I went forward my head went all the way to the base, my lips reaching soft pubic hair and the head of his dick close to the back of my throat. I tried to swallow, only to gag and I had to pull back and off. I cleared my throat and swallowed. "Careful," he said, "go slow and take only what you can." Back down I went, moving my lips down the shaft, this time not going all the way down, but definitely further than I'd gone before. I thought again about what he told me. I loosened my mouth up, tried not to have any suction and slowed my pace. I was trying to envelop his cock in the softest, warmest mouth he'd ever felt. I put my left thumb at the point where his dick and balls met and wrapped my index finger around the top, holding his dick steady while I went up and down on it. "Oh, yeah..." he said quietly. "Just like that." I increased the speed a little, thinking he might like it and he responded with another moan. I felt his hand on the side of my face, almost stroking it. Then it moved around to the back of my head and rested there, not pushing me but almost riding along with my head up and down. "Yeah, I'm getting close," he whispered. "Mmmmm hmmmmm" I replied, trying to say, "Yes, please do!" "Just keep going," he said. "Yeah..." and his voice trailed off. I kept up the pace, not daring to go faster or slower. If he said keep going, that's what I would do. Suddenly, his dick got really hard, harder than I'd ever felt it. I slowed down a bit, wanting to enjoy the sensation of it, but his hand on the back of my neck gently pushed me and I went back to the pace I was at before. His breathing seemed to be getting shorter and he held his breath for a few seconds then let it out with a soft moan. "Oh!" was all he said when his dick started quivering in my mouth. He pulled my thumb and finger off the base of his dick. I suddenly tasted something salty and realized he was going to come. I was suddenly afraid I might choke when he came, so I pulled back a little and he let out a yelp and his dick grew very big in my mouth and suddenly I felt something on my tongue. "Ummmmph. Ummmmph." With each pulse, he let out a quiet grunt and I would feel his dick expand and push out more cum into my mouth. The sensation of his hot cum on my tongue was intense. I hardly moved my mouth at this point and just let him unload. The combination of the smell as I inhaled, the feeling of his cum dropping onto my tongue, and the sound he made with each pulse was too much for me. I had been stroking my dick all along but was so focused on him that I didn't pay much attention to myself. Suddenly, overcome with all that was happening, I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy of my own orgasm wash over me. Keeping my mouth clamped around my Dad's dick, I stopped breathing and heard the "plop, plop, plop" of my cum hitting the floor. Inhaling as I finished, I lifted my head up, letting go of my Dad's dick. I swallowed and let out a loud "Ah!" as I exhaled. Breathing heavily, I licked my lips and swallowed again, this time trying hard to taste anything left in my mouth. Suddenly, I could taste it. It was salty, but also kind of...What? I just couldn't accurately describe it. I knew I tasted my Dad's cum, but I simply couldn't find words to describe what it tasted like. I had never tasted anything quite like it before. I bent forward and put his dick back in my mouth, simply letting it rest in my mouth. I was trying to match the flavor in my mouth with the hard object it came from. I was delirious from what had just happened. Not only had I finally gotten to put my Dad's cock in my mouth, I actually sucked him off. I swallowed cum from my Dad!! As I knelt there, I felt his dick get smaller and softer, but I was reluctant to let it go. Finally, I felt his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me off. Sitting back on my feet, I looked up at my Dad. He was sitting there, looking at me with a big smile on his face. "That was incredible," he said. "That felt so fucking good." I don't think I'd ever heard my Dad use the F-word and it was rather shocking. He laughed and reached out and rubbed my hair. "Thanks, buddy." "Yeah," was all I could say. I was still out of breath and overwhelmed by everything. My Dad pulled his underwear from behind his balls and his now soft dick disappeared inside the fabric. He stood up in front of me, his crotch right in front of my face. I pushed my face gently into it and kissed his dick through the fabric. "C'mere," he said and waited while I slowly stood up. He gave me a huge hug. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged back. He loosened his arms and we pulled apart but stood inches away from each other. My Dad put his hand on my chin and tilted my head up and kissed me on the mouth, something he hadn't done in years. "I mean it. Thank you. You made me feel really good." "Yeah, it felt good to me too," I replied. "I really liked it." He leaned forward again and kissed me, but this time, his mouth stayed on mine and opened a little. I started kissing him back, letting my lips rub against his. Suddenly I felt his tongue push past my teeth and enter my mouth. I was so excited that I instantly popped a rod again. My breathing became heavier and I moved my tongue to meet his. My Father and I stood there kissing for what seemed like hours, though it was only a few minutes. His mouth felt so warm and it tasted slightly of cigarettes. I broke away and hugged him again, burying my face into his neck. I hugged him as tightly as I could, feeling so much love for him. "Hey," he said, "What's this?" He could feel my hard dick against his abdomen. He reached between us and gave it a squeeze. "You ready for more? Already?" "I guess so," I said. "Looks like it." "Well," he said, "why don't we go shower first. Get cleaned up and have some breakfast. Then we'll see about that cock of yours. Oh, and this time," he said, looking at the floor, "I want you to clean this up before it dries."