Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 21:12:03 -0800 (PST) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Teddy's Discovery This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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He was standing at the toilet leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, the hand on the other side from me directing his long fat soft cock to spew into the bowl. His slacks were always loose and never hinted they kept a huge floppy hose hidden inside. So when I made the excuse of going outside to check on the dogs as he got up to head to the bathroom, I only intended on going to the window out of curiosity. I was surprised and mesmerized by the thick snake in his hand, and he didn't put it away after strokin' the last of his piss out the head of that beefy slab. He reached over to a magazine on the countertop and kept stroking his cock as he flipped through the pages. Finally, he stuffed it back in his slacks and began washing his hands. I thought I saw someone at the corner of the house as I bounded off the airconditioner, but blew it off as it was only for a second and hightailed it back into the house before Mr. Fowler had time to make it back into the dining room. I took up my place at the bar going back to my homework as he came back in and rejoined his wife and my parents playing bridge. I waited a while and then tossed my pen under the dining room table acting as if by accident. When I crawled under to get it while everyone was engrossed in the game, I laid eyes on my target...gettin' a look at Mr. Fowler's crotch again. Nothing, not even a lump to be seen. Disappointed in not getting at least a little thrill, I turned and found myself facing my dad's spread legs as he reached down and quickly rearranged himself. Unlike Mr. Fowler, my dad was in long canvas shorts with the center seam right up against his crotch dropping his balls and cock down one leg. I could clearly see both balls, one hanging under the other, and his cock draping down the leg of his shorts. Hell, I could even seen the head. Before I even realized what I was doing, I reached up and very very lightly grazed the head of his cock with my fingers. Sure he'd felt nothing, I pulled my hand back quickly only to see it slowly flex inside his shorts and inch a bit farther down. Now, I was terrified. I backed out from under the table, and returned to my barstool and homework. I knew I must've been beet red, so I put my forehead in my hand and got right to finishing my studies. Soon afterward, I finished and announced I was off to bed. It was late for me because I hadn't done my homework before the football game earlier that evening. I was a running back, and we'd won..but, that still didn't mean I got out of doing my schoolwork. I kissed mom, and headed off to bed as dad asked if anyone else wanted another drink. Everyone declined with the Fowler's saying they needed to get going anyway. When my mom mentioned she didn't think my dad needed another, he responded saying tomorrow was Saturday and one more wouldn't hurt. As my dad fixed another drink, the Fowlers and mom decided to continue the game the next night as everyone was pretty tired. After the Fowler's left, Mom said she was heading for bed while dad said he'd join her in a while as he was going to read in his easy chair for a bit. The light had been off in my parents' room for a while with the light from the living room still dimly shining down the hallway. I was just about to drift off when I heard ice clinking in a glass and then slow steps coming down the hall. I opened my eyes only to slits for some reason...maybe hopin' my dad was heading for the bathroom and would leave the door open thinking me to be asleep. Instead, he stepped just inside my doorway. "Son?" he quietly said. When I didn't respond, he stepped out and went back down the hall to the living room. Now I was laying there wide awake and thinking about looking at and touching his cockhead under the table earlier. I pulled my underwear off and tossed them on the floor beside my bed to use as a towel later, grabbed my hardening dick, and began stroking when I heard footsteps coming back down the hall. I released my dick and made my eyes into slits again just as I heard my dad say again quietly, "Son?" and step into my doorway again. This time, though, he'd stripped off his shorts and t-shirt. He stood there hesitantly in nothing but his socks. Now my dad wasn't as tall as Mr. Fowler, only about 5'10." He was tightly muscled through, with thick dark wiry hair curling over his legs, stomach, chest, and forearms. Dad's parents were Chezk and he had the prominent Chezk brow featuring heavy arched eyebrows over piercing almost black eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and a slim jaw ending in a jutting chin. As most boys do I guess, I thought he was damned handsome and prayed I would grow up to look just like him and not like my mother's side of the family with their softer swedish/german looks. He raised his glass and took another drink, then took a few steps farther into my room. As he got closer, I still could only see shadow below his waist. "Teddy?" he said even more quietly than before. I laid completely still as he stepped closer to the head of my bed. He leaned over me, my twin bed with no head or footboard was longways against the wall and low to the floor with an end table at the head and feet. He put his glass on the table and I opened my eyes fully to see his thick cock and bull balls swaying overhead. He straightened up as I closed my eyes to small slits again as he touched my arm and whispered my name. He then knelt silently beside my bed, the tick-tock from the clock in the living room seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise soundless house. Even though my heart was hammering in my chest with a mixture of fear and excitement, I dropped my arm off the side and into the air not far from his crotch. He went dead still and whispered my name again while patting me softly on the chest. He slowly moved his hand down my stomach and over the sheet at my waist to lightly graze my cock tenting the sheet. In the dark, I could see his cock jump and begin to harden as his balls pulled up toward his crotch before dropping back down. Dad then pulled his hand back and shuffled forward on his knees until his now hard cock was laying in the palm of my hand. Petrified still, but dying to grab a hold and squeeze, I laid there perfectly still and closed my eyes completely. His big rough hand gently covered mine and curled it around his cock, squeezing and releasing slowly. Then, he moved it to the base of his cock and resumed guiding my hand in the squeezing motion. I now know his cock was about 10 inches long, but at the time I only knew my hand barely covered about half. Measurements meant nothing to me at the time as I'd seen very few hard dicks other than my own. He let go and reached over to brush his hand back and forth across my sheet-covered cock. I was so lost in holding my dad's fat cock in my hand, I forgot about pretending to be asleep. I kept squeezing and began moving my hand back and forth a little as his breathing became faster and heavier. All of a sudden my dad straightened up and began trying to pull his cock out of my hand. I held on even tighter as it started to slip out and all of a sudden it jerked in my hand and started spewing his load into my palm. I heard him softly say, "oh, god" as his hand went to my wrist and pulled me off his dripping meat. He got up and left the room. I waited for him to come back or go to bed. After a while, though, I brought my hand to my face and licked off some of my father's come...at least, what hadn't dripped onto the floor by that time. It was gross, salty..bitter..and cold, and not at all what I expected. It was still hot, though, to have it coating my hand. Finally, I heard soft foot steps again. My dad came back into my room and walked silently right up to my bed this time. He knelt down and began cleaning up the floor and my hand with what felt like a wad of papertowels. He then reached for his drink and knelt there staring toward my crotch. With the attention, my cock began to rise from semi-hard toward full mast again. My dad reached over whispering, "to be that young again," and began brushing his big hand back and forth against my dick again. He slowly pulled my sheet up and back leaving my cock and balls exposed. He took another drink...bourbon, I could tell now...and then leaned over my bed. His face was just above my cock and I could feel the breath from his open mouth against my dick. Dad then reached out his tongue and swiped it across the head of my cock before opening his mouth further and slid it down my shaft. I gasped and he pulled off, pulling the sheet back over me and quickly leaving my room. Soon the light went off in the living room and I heard my dad go down the hall past my room and into bed. I grabbed my underwear and beat my cock, coming in just a few strokes thinking about and wishing I'd gotten to taste my dad's cock as he had mine.