Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 08:05:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Brown Subject: Stoy: Stripper! Part 4 STRIPPER! Part 4 By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com) Read all of Pete's stories in groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories My life had wholly changed now. I was getting consistently good grades at school as I was giving my home assignments the proper time and attention they deserved, and every night I slept with dad wrapped around me. I felt so safe and secure, and after the first couple of nights when I had moved and shuffled around the bed, I'd got used to sleeping with another man and all that entails. You have to have some consideration for the other guy, and when you want to move, you do so slowly to give them time to adjust without waking fully from sleep. I loved coming out of sleep in the middle of the night and feeling dad's hot breath on my neck, and I would just lie there feeling the beat of his heart through his furry chest pressed into my back. Like all men, dad had erections whilst he was asleep, and I particularly liked the feel of his hard dick pushing into my ass - even though we know there are no bones in a guy's dick, they always feel so hard when they're erect, and so warm, and having dad's dick nestling in the crack down my ass, or just sandwiched so that it was strapped between his muscular belly and my back, felt absolutely fantastic. Usually I fell asleep again almost straight away, and I had the most intense erotic dreams. But, if I could, I willed myself to stay awake and then slowly, ever so slowly and gently so as not to wake dad, I rolled over so that I was facing him. Now I could press my face close to his as I lay with my head on his bicep, and breathe in the warm, moist air that came out of his half-open mouth. And, reaching down, I could cradle his dick in my hand and gently, oh so gently, as I didn't want him to wake, I could caress it. I loved hearing dad give little sighs of pleasure as I did this, and I guessed that this stimulation fed through into whatever dream he was having. If I kept at it, and if I teased dad's foreskin back, I'd be rewarded by the slickness of precum in my hand, and then it was especially good to keep stroking him. I loved the slippery feeling of his warm dick as it slid through my fingers, and if I moved my knees slightly I could use the bedclothes as a "fan" to waft the smell of our bodies up towards my face: the man scent of the sweat from each of us, mingled with the smell of dad's precum. It was so good, and I knew I was exceptionally lucky to have a dad like this - someone who really loved me, and who had taken the trouble to teach me what proper sex was all about. It almost made up for losing mom - I guess that if she was still alive dad and I would never have got this close. After he'd taught me all he knew about sucking cock and pleasuring a guy's body with the tongue, dad and I didn't suck each other off every night. Both of us were usually pretty tired by the time we went to bed - dad worked hard down the mine, and I was worn out by sport at school and the effort I was putting into my studies - so most nights we just jerked each other off. We knew we couldn't sleep with the hard-ons we both had as we lay together, and jerking the other guy is the easiest way of giving him release. We tended to save the full exploration and enjoyment of each other for Saturdays and Sundays, when we could lie in the bed with the sunlight streaming in, knowing there was no work or school and we could spend as long as we liked just enjoying each other. About three weeks after we'd moved in, we were both lying side by side on a Sunday morning, panting slightly, and filmed with that delicious sweat that only covers you when you've had a bout of really great sex. "Steve - those girls you fucked. And that Steph, in particular. Do you miss fucking them?" "NO, dad! I'd rather be here with you than with any of them. I've had more fun with you than I ever did with any of those girls. It's true what you told me - only men can really understand what it takes to really make another man feel completely satisfied. You do need a dick yourself to be able to appreciate what it means to your partner. I'm having absolutely great sex." "Well, Steve, me too. It's good we get along so well. I'm really proud of the way you've learned to respond to your own body, to know what you like, and to know how to give me enjoyment in return. But it won't always be like that, you know. Don't be fooled into thinking that sex with men will always be like this." "Aw, come on, dad. It can't be that different with other guys. Well, not if they've got great bodies, like us. I guess I wouldn't want to have to touch some gross fat slob, or play with some tiny needle dick....." "No, I don't mean that, son. Look, let me try to explain. It's natural for me to love you, as you're my son, and for you to love me, as I'm your father. It doesn't matter what you do, I'll always love you, as you'll always be my son. But it's not like that when you go with other men." "Some of them you'll just go with casually, when you meet them at a bar on a business trip and you need a bit of a change from jerking yourself off. You might hook up with one of those Internet meeting services, when you're at college and looking for a bit of 'sport'. But all those guys are really only interested in sex. You're good at sex, and you'll enjoy it with them if they're good at it, too. But it won't be so intense, so long-lasting, as what we've got. There's a big difference between a one-night stand, and the life long love between a father and son. I just don't want you to be disappointed in later life, if things don't match up with what we're doing here." "Hell, dad, I don't know.... I think I see what you mean. But I don't think I'll be doing any of that casual, one-off stuff... I'll have a girl friend, get married, have kids...." "Sure, Steve. You may. But my bet is that you won't find a woman, or, if you do, you won't be married for much longer than it takes for you to knock her up and see her birth a kid. In my day it was expected you'd get married, and stay married - but these days the pressure's off. It's perfectly OK now not to marry at all, and, now that you know that sex with a man is better than sex with a woman, you won't want to do without a man in your life. You may have to marry for a short time, as most women won't give you a kid without a wedding ring, but you'll need 'proper' sex on the side, to keep you happy and fulfilled. It's a pretty basic desire to want to pass your genes on, so my advice to you would be to knock some intelligent girl up as soon as you can, then get on with the rest of your life." "But if you then start living with another man seriously, you must expect it not to last - man isn't naturally monogamous, and every guy I've ever known, however much we've been enjoying each other's company, and each other's body, has always had his eye roving looking for the next guy to lay! I just don't want you to get hurt - be prepared to find a guy, fuck like stoats for as long as you both want, but then don't be too cut up if he quits before you do. It's not natural for guys to have really long term relationships - so be warned! A couple of years of monogamy is the most you will ever get." I guessed dad knew what he was talking about, as he'd been around, but I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy all that my body could - I suppose my hormones were pumping at their strongest at 16, and sex was all that concerned me. Sure, of course I loved dad, but I'd be perfectly happy with great sex, no love, from some other guy, I thought. "Well, remember this conversation in a few year's time, Steve, when you're all cut up because the love of your life has gone off with another guy." "Oh sure, dad." "Be warned, son. Don't get too emotionally involved. Man is a hunter, and all this 'relationship' stuff can really fuck you up. Play the field, but play it on your terms - find guys you fancy, fuck them to see if you really like their bodies, live with them if you must, but always be prepared to move on. No commitments - it's not the way that real virile men have been programmed to live. OK?" "Sure, dad." "Well, I think you're just saying that. We'll see. But perhaps we should do something special, to remind you of this conversation in years to come...." "Like what...?" "Well, it's some time since we did anything new. I think it's time I fucked you for the first time. You always remember the first time, and you'll therefore always remember my warning to you." I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. Every time dad's fingers or tongue brushed against my ass hole, I'd had a stomach-churning sensation inside me, and wondered if it would be even more intense to have my hole really used. I knew of course that guys fucked each other, and I'd sort of wondered why dad hadn't fucked me - although everything else was great, I sometimes just lay and imagined what it must feel like to have that big, warm dick inside me. At the same time, I was a bit scared - I'd heard that it really hurt, and wondered if perhaps that's why dad hadn't done it. At the same time, after I'd seen and touched dad's hole during the weekly shave, I'd had a really strong desire to push my dick up it - I wanted to know how much better a man's ass would be than the girl pussies I'd had before. But I hadn't wanted to try without dad making the first move - now here it was. Soon I would really know what complete man sex was like. Dad suddenly went all business like and almost brusque. With a lot less gentleness than he normally used, and without fondling or kissing me, he leaned over and started to jerk me off. He worked away at my dick as if it was just a preliminary - something he had to get through before he could get down to serious business. I'd only cum a few minutes before, and he had to work quite hard to make me shoot again, and then there was only a small pool lying on my belly not the huge quantity I normally did. Dad seemed pleased, though, as he could move on. He moved down the bed and pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Reaching over to my stomach, he rubbed two fingers of his left hand in my cum, then reached down to my ass. I felt a finger probing at my hole, and got that little wrench in my stomach I've told you about. But dad didn't stop there, just brushing the surface - I felt the tip of his finger pushing insistently to get in. I gave a sort of wriggle, and then dad's finger was in my ass. He pushed it in and out a little, then came back for a "refill" from my pool of cum, before returning to push the finger in again. It felt warm and good, and didn't hurt at all. Dad was looking at me as he moved his finger around, watching my face for signs of pleasure or pain, and as our eyes locked I felt a second finger join the first inside me. This did hurt just a bit, and as dad continued to slide them in and out, he also tried to push them apart a bit - I felt my tender ass straining, and it wasn't so much pleasure any more... I may even have grunted a little. "Hang in there, Steve", dad said. "I need to get you stretched a bit before I go in properly. Just be grateful you're not being raped in a prison cell or something - with a young guy like you they wouldn't bother to slick your ass first as I am, or to try any of this stretching - it would just be a big fat dick rammed in hard. I don't want to hurt you too much, or to damage the tissue of your hole permanently - until you get used to it, I'm going to be as slow and gentle as I can, but you do need to be lubed and stretched first." "OK, dad - you know best." Dad went on massaging me for a couple of minutes before, and I suppose it did get easier. Then he stopped, slicked his fingers again with my cum, and used them to coat his erect dick so that it shone with reflections in the sunlight that was streaming in to the room. He was still kneeling between my knees, and I could see his strong, muscular body illuminated by the bright morning light - I was so glad my dad was so virile and had such a real man's body. It must be awful to be fucked by your dad if he was all out of shape, or fat. Dad gently lifted my left leg, pushed it up and back, and told me to grab my ankle. Then he did the same with my right leg, and suggested I locked my arms around underneath my knees. "We're going to be here along time, Steve, and I want you to be comfortable", he said. "Keep your legs apart and back so that that ass hole of yours is there for me, but don't strain - get comfortable." I shuffled around a bit, and told him I was OK. "Look, the first time it's usually easier if you get fucked doggy fashion - you kneel down, and the guy comes up behind you. Providing you press your head and shoulders well down, your ass naturally rises up and presents itself. I've got you into the equivalent of the missionary position - it's a bit less comfortable for you to start with, but there are a couple of advantages." "First, we can see each other. I can see the look on your face as I go in, and judge whether you're really in pain, or just in an agony of pleasure. And you can see me - I think a man needs to really see the face of the guy who takes his virginity. Secondly, when I am in, I can go a lot further in than from the missionary position - I can bury my dick inside you almost up to the hilt, and you'll feel my pubic hair on your ass. I want you to experience all of me, completely, this first time. Now, are you sure you're OK?" "Yes, dad". "Well, listen... I'm going to start. And once I've started, I'm not going to talk to you. A man needs to focus all his attention on the pleasure he's getting from fucking, and I don't want to give you a running commentary, OK?" "Yes, dad." "It's going to hurt a bit, but that's all part of it, especially the first few times. You won't really know what's pain, and what's pleasure. Cry out, scream, do whatever you like - I won't mind, and the neighbours won't hear. A lot of guys shout out with the sheer passion of it the first time, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a big guy with a big dick, and I'm going to fuck you hard - it's a lot to take the first time, but I'm not going to stop. You need to experience the whole thing... And, anyway, once I'm in the heat of passion myself, I don't think I can stop! So shout, moan, scream... But keep thinking about what's happening to you. Being fucked is one of the best sensations you can ever have.... Focus on remembering this first time, remember all the little details.... Don't get so worked up with trying to stop me, or whatever, that you lose sight of the fact that it's the best fun ever...." As dad was speaking he shuffled forward on his knees so that he was so close to me. Then I felt something pushing against my hole - not like his fingers, but something softer, and incredibly warm. Dad's eyes locked with mine, and I saw his body move as he pushed his hips forward. The pressure on my hole grew and grew, and I knew it must be dad's dick head trying to get in. He pushed harder and harder, and it was starting to hurt. I wanted to shout out at him to stop, but remembered what he'd said, so I just bit my lip and hung in there. I suppose it's natural to try to stop something going up your ass, and I think I was clamping my muscles together to try to stop him, because dad grunted "Stop fighting it, Steve. Push out - make as if you're going to crap, and that will relax your ass..." I did as he said, and there was a sudden sharp pain that made me give a little cry, but then the most indescribable wave of pleasure swept over me. I guessed that dad's dick head was inside me, and I saw him breathe deeply and a small smile crossed his lips. He continued to push forwards, and I could feel the warmth of his dick as it slid smoothly in. All the time waves of sensation were passing through me - if I say it was like dropping a huge turd when you've been straining for ages, you'll almost know what I mean - the sheer physical pleasure when it passes your hole is fantastic. Dad's dick was jut like that, but continuous, and warm, and smooth, and.... Oh, well, you guys all know, I guess. Dad stopped, and I saw him looking down at me and smiling. I had been tossing my head from side to side with the pleasure of it all, and I now stopped and looked back at him. I saw dad start to move again, and pull his hips back, and my own senses told me his dick was sliding out of me. Another wave of pure pleasure shot through me. Dad rocked his hips slowly and gently backwards and forwards, and all the time I was in ecstasy. I couldn't help breathing deeply, and giving almost animal-like moans in time to his motion, so intense was the sensations I was getting from my ass. "Relax, Steve...", dad gasped. "Let your legs go, and rest them on my shoulders." I did, and felt the heat and sweat from dad's muscles burn into the back of my calves. I could now rest my arms by my sides, and as dad pushed in and out of me I could feel my fingers scrabbling at the bedclothes - it was just as if they were not under my voluntary control. All my brain was taken up in sensing and feeling dad inside me, and things like my fingers were left to their own devices, to express in their own way the sensations I was experiencing. Time ceased to matter. I don't know how long dad continued to slide in and out of me. I was hot, sweating, relaxed, cold, hot.... I heard myself almost laughing, almost crying, sometimes moaning. I've never been so out of control, and it was amazing. Dad stopped for a bit, and I just lay there, looking up at him and gasping - my breath was coming in little short panting spasms. Then I screamed. Dad had pulled back, and had suddenly thrust hard back into me, slamming his pubic bone into my ass. Now it was just as if he was demented - no more slow and gentle movements. Dad was pulling back so that it was almost as if his dick popped out completely, and then slamming home back into me. As his body collided again and again with the most tender part of my ass, it really started to hurt... But the pain was completely overlaid by the pleasure. And I knew that dad was totally in control. He was possessing me utterly. There was nothing I could do to stop him, and nothing I wanted to do. It was if I was watching someone else - my arms went up and my hands grabbed at dad's nipples. I almost tore at them, and twisted and tweaked them with all my might. I wanted to give dad the same mixture of pleasure and pain that he was giving me. Dad thrust even harder. I could hear a sort of slapping sound as his sweaty body smashed into my ass, which was also running with sweat. He was crying out now in time with his thrusts... "There... Fuck you... There... Fuck....", and I could hear myself shouting "Yes, Yes, Yes....." in time to it. Then he stopped. One moment he was thrusting away, the next moment he was stationary, and issuing a deep, low moan. He collapsed forwards onto me, and the weight of his muscular body crushed me into the bed. As if by reflex, my legs now went around his waist and I crossed them behind him and squeezed - it was as if I wanted to pull him even deeper into me than he was. Our hot bodies were soaked in sweat, and there were trickles of it running down dad's face. He leaned forwards and kissed me, deeply, repeating with his tongue what is dick had just done to my ass. We lay there, and I could hardly breathe. I knew dad's dick was still buried in me, and I revelled in it. I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted to lie there utterly subdued by dad's body, with his passionate tongue filling my mouth and his hot breath pouring over me. But eventually he pulled free of my mouth, and leaned backwards. Looking down at me, he was smiling.... And I knew I was, too. "So..... Did the earth move for you, as they say in the movies?" "Dad..... Dad..... " I didn't know what to say. I think he knew that I was totally overwhelmed, as he just stayed there, panting slightly, and looking at me. "I'm proud of you, son. There's not many guys who've taken me like that the first time. I'm well hung, as you know, and some of the young recruits in the barracks used to cry off before I was even properly in! But it was worth it, wasn't it?" "Oh dad.... Dad....." "OK, Steve... Just relax. I'm going to pull out now, and I need to do it slowly so as not to suck your guts out with it. It's a bit like a piston coming out of a cylinder, and you have to let a bit of air leak in. When I'm out, I'm going to the bathroom to wash up - just lie there, and don't move, OK?" As dad's dick slid out of me it again felt fantastic.... But I almost cried - yes, cry, real tears. I'd wanted it to go on for ever, and now it was over. I just lay there as dad had said and turned my head to the side so I could see him through the bathroom door. He was standing at the sink, washing his dick. He came back towards me a few minutes later, his now flaccid dick swinging as he walked, and bouncing into his balls. He was carrying a wad of toilet tissue, and he again knelt between my legs, gently lifted my thighs in the air, and started to wipe my ass! "Dad.... Don't...." "Don't what, son" "Dad... Wiping my ass... It's humiliating!" "Don't be so stupid, Steve. I credited you with more intelligence than that. Look, your ass is full of crap, right? I've just pumped a gallon of cum up there, and about five gallons of sweat. So now your ass is covered in shit and sweat and cum. If it's not wiped away, it will stain the sheets!" "But wiping a guy's ass..." "Hey - we've just done the most intimate thing two men can do together. Do you think that I care about wiping your ass when I've just experienced your body in the most complete way possible? When two guys have just shared what we have, there's nothing... and I mean nothing... that can possibly be 'humiliating' between them, OK?" I blushed a bit, because I could see that he was right. He went back into the bathroom and threw the tissue into the toilet bowl, then came back and lay beside me. His strong arm went around me, and he hugged me to him. "So.... First time.... Are you OK?" "Dad... Yes... It was.... It was....." I just didn't have the words to describe it. "Well, don't be disappointed next time! I'm pretty experienced at this, you know, and the next guy you go with may fumble around a lot more." "As we move on", he continued, "we'll do a bit more preparation. I'll clean you out first, so we can just lie together afterwards without all the shit getting in the way. But I didn't want to give you an enema this first time, because I wanted us to fuck when we'd just woken up, and were ready for sex." "Now.... Any questions? This was meant to be a learning experience too, you know." "Well.... I've read some stories on the Internet, and when you shot your load, I was sort of expecting to feel the hot stream of cum rush up inside of me. When you did shoot, I didn't feel anything - you just stopped." "Yes, Steve - I've never felt a guy's cum hit the inside of me either. There aren't too many nerve endings in there, you know - most of the stuff you feel is from the tissue around your anus, and when you shoot, you're along way in past that. I think it's a bit of poetic licence in those stories - the authors think you ought to feel the guy's cum, and so they write it in! Or perhaps none of them have ever had proper sex, and are just copying bits forward from story to story. It must take a pretty unusual guy to write about it, rather than going out there and doing it, after all! If you want to feel hot cum shooting all over you, my advice would be to just jerk the other guy off, and direct his dick like a fire hose on to your body - or our face: that's where you'll feel it best..." "Well... There is another thing... I thought you weren't supposed to fuck guys without a condom on." "Don't fall for that propaganda, Steve! Fucking with a condom on is like taking a shower with your clothes on - you can tell there's water and soap out there, but you can't feel it properly. Anyway, you're not one to talk - all that problem when you were living with Bob and Jen was caused by fucking with out a condom!" "Yes, dad. But that was a girl. They say men should always use them when fucking other men." "Look, Steve, there is a risk of dying if you fuck a guy without a condom. But life is all about taking risks. You have to ask yourself whether you want to live life as a timid, worried little runt, always wondering about what might happen. Or to live life to the full, taking as much pleasure from your body as you can. Just don't fuck guys who live unhealthy life styles - only go with guys you trust, and then there's a minimal risk of getting anything. Most of the stuff they put around about always wearing condoms is just designed to frighten men off from having sex the way they should - with their bodies in completely intimate contact. I think the kill-joys hope that if they get enough men having their dicks dulled by those thick sheaths, it will put them off sex altogether! The so called 'moral majority' are always trying to stop guys enjoying each other, and almost everything else has failed - laws, exhortations, moral disapproval... None of it works. Once you've had proper sex, you want to have more and more. They probably see it as their last chance to try to stop it." "Now, anything else?", he went on. "Dad - can I fuck you, now?" End of part 4. To be continued.