Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 11:51:06 -0700 (PDT) From: MOW Subject: Spontaneous Education (M/m, Dad/Son) This story is a work of fiction, dedicated to all those who had to learn about sex with no advice from anyone else. Send comments or suggestions for other stories to: manofwords137@yahoo.com. --MOW Spontaneous Education Soon after my last birthday I started getting spontaneous erections. My dad noticed right away and one night we were all watching TV and Dad noticed I'd sprung another solid hardon. He motioned for me to follow him out of the living room, into my bedroom. "Hey man, you're gonna start freaking out your mom and sisters if you keep throwing bones like that right in front of everybody." "Whatch'ya mean Dad?" I asked. Somehow, I guess, I'd remained oblivious, and hadn't really noticed what was going on with me. "That tent in your shorts, fella," he said, pointing at the solid pole jutting out from my sweatshorts. "It just started happening, Dad," I explained. "I don't know why. What can I do about it?" "Well, son, you know, have you started..." he trailed off, then began 'air-jacking' his right hand up and down from his crotch. "What's that, Dad?" I asked. I'd never seen that before and didn't know what he was referring to. "Ah, so that's the problem," he realized. "You need to learn how to jerk off, little man!" I was totally confused, and a little embarrassed to be pulled aside by my hulking father like this. "I'm confused, Dad! I can't help it from happening, and I don't know what you're talking about...jerking off what?" "I'm sorry, son, I figured you'd know by now. It's something guys usually learn on their own or with friends. It's called masturbation...you do it by sliding up and down on your dick until you come and your stiffy goes away." I looked at him confused, and a little anxious. I looked down at the tent in my sweatpants. "I always just wait for it to go away. You mean I'm supposed to touch it?" I asked. "Not just touch it," he began, "you're supposed to stroke it until it feels so good you explode!" Dad burst out into laughter, patting me firmly on the shoulder. "Every time it gets hard? That sounds like a lot of work, Dad!" I felt like I had some kind of medical condition that I was going to have to learn how to manage. "Believe me, son, it is, but it's totally worth it. And once you get the hang of it you'll take any chance you get to do it." Dad explained. "But I don't know how, Dad! Can you explain it better for me?" Dad could tell I was a bit overwhelmed and nervous. I felt like my world had ended, being hit over the head with this sudden news. Dad then tried to explain in more detail how it was done, throwing in terms like semen, erection, orgasm. I almost started crying as I became more and more confused. "Dad, can you show me? I'm starting to get scared!" "Oh, son, I'm sorry. You don't need to be scared at all!" He didn't say anything for a few moments, just comforted me, rubbing my shoulder. He paused, then continued in a self-assured, confident tone: "Yes, I'll show you how it's done. Now don't worry, you'll be just fine!" He then dashed out of the room and came back a second later with some hand lotion out of the bathroom. "Here's some lotion you can use. You can use spit or do it dry, but try it with lotion, until you get the hang of it." "Dad..." I said softly. "Yeah?" Dad replied, gently. "Could you do it with me? I'm embarrassed to do it alone." "Huh..." said Dad, looking down pensively at his crotch. "I never thought of that...I suppose it's only fair, huh?" Again, Dad leapt from the room and came back with a small stack of magazines. "Hey, pal, let's take a look at these; I still gotta get hard!" We sat together on the bed and Dad thumbed through a magazine, showing me pictures. "They're naked!" I exclaimed, fascinated by what my dad was showing me. "Yep, sure are, son," he smiled back at me. "And, hey, look at the dick on this guy!" He pointed at a guy reclined on a couch, pressing his hard dick down towards the camera. I couldn't believe my eyes! "Is that how big my dick is going to get?" I asked. I was a bit scared by it, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of it either. "By the looks of it you're well on your way!" "Is yours that big?" I asked, looking at the sudden bulge in my dad's pants. "Well, son, I'll let you be the judge," he grinned, "Ready to see your old man's hard dick?" I chuckled as Dad stood up and started unbuckling his belt. My excitement grew as Dad unzipped his pants. He pulled them down and I saw his thick dick pressing hard against his white briefs. "Looks like we're both throwing bones, huh?" Dad said with his hands on his hips looking down at me, sitting in front of him. All of a sudden, the fear and anxiety I'd been feeling was replaced with a sense of awe and excitement seeing my dad like this; I felt a bond with him-he got hard too! "Let me take a seat there next to you, son," he said, letting his pants drop to his ankles as he sat down next to me on my bed. "Let's get the show on the road!" Dad grabbed his dick through his briefs, then all of a sudden pulled the elastic waistband up then over his solid dick, resting it under his nut sack, causing it all to bulge out. "Alright little guy, you're turn!" he commanded, grinning ear to ear. I slipped off my sweatpants and took my underwear down under my nuts like Dad did. "Give me some of that hand lotion and take some for yourself," he instructed. I pumped some lotion into his hand, then mine. "Now put it on, like this." He pulled the skin around his dick down tight; then with his right hand he slathered the lotion all over his rock hard erection, until there it stood, strained, brick red and glistening. I copied him carefully, and for the first time felt a hint of electricity from touching my own hardon. "Whew!" Dad said, looking over at my dick; meanwhile I couldn't look away from his. "We are two horny fellas, huh?" He let out another great laugh, then began gently wagging his wet, bright pole from side to side. "Here, try this," he suggested, "run a finger lightly up and down the underside, like this." I watched him as I did the same, and out of the blue I felt an intensely good feeling where I was rubbing my dick. "Ungh!" I said. "Yeah, you got it," chuckled Dad, obviously happy I was picking it up. "Let's look at some more pictures!" I said, reaching for the stack of magazines Dad brought in. I picked up a book full of huge glossy pictures of men and women naked, doing all sorts of things. A picture of a guy with his dick all the way up into a woman stopped me in my tracks. "Women love a hard dick, son," Dad explained, "love having it fill'em up and makes them purr and mew, as you slide it in and out..that's why they call a pussy, you know!" Again, another deep laugh from Dad. I flipped to another picture of a young hairy guy and a pretty woman. She had his fat dick in her mouth, smiling. "Ah, there you go," smiled Dad. I noticed he had his fist around his dick, moving up and down on it, and it looked wet at the tip. "Hey, son, you leaking yet?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I countered. "See?" said Dad, pointing out the wet stream running down his towering pole. "No, not me!" I said. "Aw, well, soon your dick will start making its own lube!" He began smearing the leaky stream down and around his dick. "You can use spit, too" he added. "Try this." He gathered up a bunch of spit and spewed it onto his dick. I tried to do the same, but couldn't get enough spit together. I kept hacking and Dad burst out laughing. "That's okay, son, that's what the lotion is for!" "But I want spit on it, like yours, Dad!" "Well, then here you go!" he said, lobbing another huge spew of spit, right down onto my dick. "Thanks, Dad!" I said, rubbing my dad's spit up and down my slippery pole. "Okay, son, now let's get to work!" He started steadily pumping his fist up and down, and I followed. "Hey Dad, this feels good!" I said. I felt this amazing feeling start building up as I stroked in rhythm with Dad. "Yeah, and it gets better!" "This is so cool!" I exclaimed, watching my dad's thick slab of dick getting worked over, leaking profusely. "Now just to warn you, son, you're gonna hit a point where you can't believe how good it feels, and when you're older, you're dick's gonna start shooting semen out when it happens." "So it's gonna happen to you?" I asked. "Yeah! It's really messy, but fun!" he gasped, hard at work. I was lost in the amazing sensations I was feeling and the overwhelming sight of my dad sitting next to me on my bed. I felt so good I could hardly contain myself. "Keep it up, son, you're almost there," barked Dad, affectionately. His eyes were closed and I could see his tongue pressing down on his lower lip. I suddenly slipped over the edge. "Unghhh...!" I moaned, in a high-pitched whine. Dad opened his eyes and I began shuttering intensely. Dad was right-I had no idea I could ever feel this good! "Yeah, beat that dick, son!" He said, breathlessly. "Ungh, ungh, ungh!!" I gasped, as intense waves of pleasure rolled over me again and again. "Oh yeah, now it's my turn!" I watched in amazement as Dad began convulsing, holding his dick straight up into the air. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he grunted, and suddenly a stream of white spew exploded from his dick, then another and another and another! "Unghhh, yeah!" He barked, still convulsing with pleasure. "Whew!" he gasped, collapsing back onto the bed. "Would you look at this mess!" He stuck his fingers into the shots of spew that were pooled on his hairy stomach, smearing, smacking it around up onto his chest. He then got a devilish grin on his face and started tickling me all over with his sticky hands! We broke out into uncontrollable laughter. Suddenly, a knock at the door. "You two okay in there?" my mom yelled through the door. "Just fine!" yelled my Dad, still laughing. "Well, come on out here-that movie you wanted to watch is about ready to start". My dad looked at me, grinning. "Ready to go watch the movie?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, "And I promise I won't let anyone see my hard dick anymore," suddenly realizing what brought us into my room in the first place. "You got the idea, man!" Dad said. We gathered together our clothes, cleaned up and when back downstairs to watch the movie, where I smiled myself to sleep next to my dad on the couch. The End