Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:19:37 +0100 From: NOYB lol Subject: Summer Sunday Afternoon Nap DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a boy discovering his sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments and contact me for any other information. This is a story of me and my father only 11 years ago, making me 20 at the moment. This is my first attempt, so please be gentle with your critique, even though it is not intended to be a literary piece, but rather about conveying the story. My name is Emile. I'm on msn messenger a lot, so email me or chat to me there! It was a warm summer's day. Dry, comfortable heat with a slight breeze on Sunday afternoon. This was one of the few times dad was actually home and relaxed, cos on Saturdays he worked on his cars and during the weeks so much on his construction sites that I rarely got to see much of him. I had a lady take care of me and the house when he was not around, but spent a lot of time at my aunts and her kids during the week. Well, this Sunday, dad was taking his usual nap. It was warm and he had these black satin boxers he loved sleeping in. I think he loved the way it felt on his skin and I remember, being only 9 years old, seeing his big, thick think swinging in it was really sexy and made me so horny, even though I couldn't much understand my feelings much at the time. Him, 29 and brown from the days in the sun, tall and dark and very manly body, trim with our family's trade mark bubble butt (which I inherited too by the way) and just a little hair on his chest and line from his belly button down to his thing. He always smelled fresh though, dunno how he did it, but it was something very important to him. I on the other hand, had my mother's blond hair (who died during child birth) and my dad's features, and light, baby smooth skin. My hair was, longish, straight and soft that I loved to feel blow in the wind when I took a ride on my dad's truck at the back standing up. When dad took his Sunday nap, I always loved it going and curling up next to him lying in his arm or him behind me in my superman undies feeling his big, warm body holding my little boy body. It was so comforting. We fell asleep, but I didn't always sleep too much and he didn't like spending all Sunday afternoon in bed. He was a very restless sleeper and the heat did not help, so I was awake for a while, but still lying in front of him on his big bicep pillow, when he, irritated by the heat and his boxers, pulled them off in his sleep mumbling things in a way I had never seen him before. I was too young to realize and understand what was happening, but really surprised nonetheless. I thought it a good idea, in the heat and loved being naked, so did the same. I was completely fascinated by his big cock and all the hair around it. He also had nice big, hairless round balls that lay on his muscular thigh. Naughty boy I am, out of pure curiosity, I leaned closer to have a closer look. Him still a little restless, but I was used to that by now, still mumbling words I wasn't paying much attention too. This penis of his was just so enticing. I tried to feel his balls. So soft, reminded me of his satin boxers and the balls falling around in their sack. "Rather funny", I thought. But as I was playing with them, I noticed Dad's penis moving and betting bigger and hard! Wow! I was so surprised by that and couldn't believe the size. It was probably only about 7/8 inches, but to me that was HUUUUGGE! This just made the whole thing so sexual. I didn't see it as a willy anymore, but something begging to be touched, or rather sucked. I hadn't touched it at this stage, but it was twitching. Funny, but a huge turn-on again! I was enthralled: my stomach feeling strange and my heart beating fast, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Dad, still moaning, was moving his hips backwards and forwards. I was dying to feel his cock on my lips. I reached towards it and put my lips on the underside of his cock, hard, sticking out in a 45 degree angle and twitching and precum oozing out almost like he is cumming from the tip. It was warm and soft and smooth and almost soothing to feel with my lips. I decided to lick it. All along the underside towards the tip. Maybe two or three times up and down, tongue and lips glued to his cock. I thought I want to take the whole head into my mouth. I was so worked up at this stage. The weirdest, stomach churning experience, shivering from excitement. I licked the underside of the head and licked up some of the precum, which didn't have much taste, but felt again so smooth in my mouth. I just instinctively knew to avoid it touching my teeth... just lips and tongue I opened my mouth wide, and put the whole head in my mouth, sucking on the precum went even further down on it, just sucking with my tongue rubbing the underside of the head, my tongue molding to the tubey underside which fit right in the middle, almost sliding up and down in my mouth like a train track. It felt sooo nice, but it was not long at all when he moans became louder, and his cock started spasming, shooting in my mouth, hard that I could feel on my soft palate the cum shooting. I was completely taken by surprise, once again. It shot so much, over and over that all I could do was swallow as I kept my mouth their still gently sucking. It tasted funny, but not in a bad way. Not even salty. It was quite a mild pleasant. He came hard, really hard and I loved every drop I got, cos dad moaned, as I have never heard, but I knew it was pleasure... pleasure I caused. Looking back, he had a wet dream and would have cummed in any case, I helped it along, but probably made him cum much harder than he had done in a long time, and judging from the cumload, he did not cum in ages -- poor workaholic! Well, as he came, he woke up. I mean, with an orgasm like he had, how could he not! He was bewildered and shocked, but only afterwards. During the orgasm, it was mainly just savoring the moment. He jumped up, looked at me with a thick stream of cum running down the corner or my mouth, on my stomach, naked looking at him with my big blue eyes in innocence. He probably didn't know how to react, still drained from his orgasm, in terms of energy and, well, spunk, but realized I was a boy and that I was young and probably just fooling around innocently. He slowly got back on the bed and asked me what happened. I replied: "I don't know, I just played and you shot something in my mouth. Did you have a nice dream" He still noticed the cum on my chin and told me to wipe it. I was so happy there was some more, I immediately, with the use of my finger, licked it up! The sight on his face was one of complete confusion. "What did you dream about?", I asked. "Well, nothing important". He was clearly bewildered, but after a brief silence, he asked me: "Did you like it?" with a very different look on his face. Once again a look, with slight smile, I had never seen him have before. "Yes, daddy, I just played around, but I felt strange, excited, and I think you felt good. That made me happy and more excited!" He told me later, when I was older, that he had been bicurious at the time and had dreams about guys, but only found younger guys attractive. I was ideal, because I was a boy, yet a little feminine, as I as hairless and small and reminded him of my mother... "Well, maybe we can try it again sometime? But Etienne, remember one thing and promise me this, you should never ever tell ANYONE, ok? You are becoming a big man now, so be daddy's big man and keep this our special secret?" "Ok, daddy, our secret!"