Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 16:42:32 -0400
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: What Dad Taught Me

Since my mom died when I was only 12 my dad and I became best friends.  We
didn't have the typical adversarial father/son relationship that many men
do since we always felt that we were both there to help and protect each
other.  He was stern but not overbearing, a good role model and an
exceptional provider and always available to me whenever I needed to talk.
Growing up, a lot of guys I knew told me how jealous they were of the
relationship me and my father had and I knew I was lucky and appreciated
everything that he did for me.

From as early as I can remember I knew that I had an attraction to other
men.  It was never something that I was ashamed of but it wasn't something
that I was sure I could talk about with my dad.  He never made gay jokes or
lead me to believe that he was homophobic in any way but I watched TV and
knew that many people had had horrible experiences coming out to their
parents and I didn't want to take the chance of losing my best friend.
Also, like many gay men I had somewhat of an attraction for my dad, not in
an overtly sexual way exactly but there was always an undercurrent of
attraction for him that I could never really explain.

As I got older, into my late teen years, my sexual drive had gone into
overdrive.  I had not as yet had any sexual experiences with another man
and I found myself becoming more and more frustrated.  I didn't know any
other gay guys in high school and I didn't have any way of hooking up with
any.  I masturbated thinking about different guys I knew but never thought
that any of them would ever want to do with me what I wanted to do with
them.  I must have jacked off twice a day during those years.  My dad
worked midnight shifts when I was old enough to stay in the house alone at
night so that he could be home with me during the day.  Many times I would
stay up all night while he was gone, masturbating to whatever fantasy
entered my mind.  By the time my dad got home in the morning I was
exhausted.  We'd both sleep until the afternoon and hang out together for
the rest of the day until he had to go to work.  It was the best time of my
life.

One Friday night during the school year I had gone a whole week on that
schedule.  Since I didn't have time to sleep during the day by the time
Friday rolled around I was totally exhausted.  After my dad left for work I
went downstairs and started watching TV.  I started to doze off watching
some stupid late night re- runs and decided that I needed to just jack off
and go to bed.  I got up, turned the TV off and absent- mindedly took my
clothes off in the family room and layed on the couch.  I was already hard
and started playing with my cock but apparently, before long, I had fallen
asleep.

When my dad got home the next morning he knelt next to the couch and shook
my shoulder and called my name.  I opened my eyes and began to come to
consciousness.  His face was right in front of mine and I must have thought
I was dreaming.  I could feel my exposed cock throbbing with an intense
morning erection.  I looked longingly into his eyes and smiled.  "Hi, dad,"
I said.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked, smiling back.

"I must have fallen asleep," I said, yawning.

"I can see that," he said, laughing.

"Why don't you go up to bed," he said, giving my leg a playful slap.

As I began to awaken, modesty overtook me.  I attempted to cover myself
with my hand but jerked it back when I felt a pool of cum laying next to me
on the couch.

"You've made a mess," he laughed.  "Let me get you a towel."

When he came back he took the towel and began wiping my cum off of the
couch.  The, unexpectedly, he began running the warm wash rag across the
head of my cock to clean up whatever was left there.  Since I was his son
he must have thought nothing of it, having cleaned me up thousands of times
before when I was younger.  I watched as he washed me and my cock became
red with excitement.  He ran the wash rag from my head along the shaft of
my cock and down underneath my balls.  Enjoying the feeling, I spread my
legs apart so he could clean everything he needed.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "You can do this."

"No," I said.  "That's okay."

He layed the wash rag on the floor.  "Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Having somebody else touch you there can be a pretty intense experience,"
he said.

"It is," I said.  "I liked it."

He laughed, "I'm sorry I was the first one!"

"Not me," I said.  "It still felt good."

He looked at my cock and back up at me.  He turned serious, looking into my
eyes as I smiled.  He layed his hand on my thigh and I closed my eyes.  I
could feel his hand hesitate for an instant then slowly rub the skin on my
thigh just below where my balls were laying.  He rubbed his hand up and
down my leg and I let out a long sigh.  "How's that?" he asked.

"Nice," I admitted.

"Your Uncle Jack and I used to do this with each other when we were growing
up," he said.  It's too bad you don't have a brother."

"I have you," I said, my eyes still closed.

He ran his hand up to my balls and cupped them gently.  I could feel a drip
of pre-cum land on my stomach.  He gently ran his and up the shaft of my
cock and back down to the base.  "I'll do this for you this once but never
again," he said.

"Okay," I moaned.

He gently smeared the pre-cum from my cock head across the shaft of my
cock, slowly running his hand up and down my enraged manhood, using his
other hand to cup my balls.  "This is how we used to do it," he said.
"We'd take turns."

He continued to pump my throbbing cock, going faster and faster with each
stroke.  He gently squeezed my balls as he jacked my cock and my orgasm
came quickly and furiously.  I shot a load clear up to my chest, my dad
pumping out every drop of semen from my virgin cock.  When he knew I was
finished he layed my cock back down, bent over and kissed it gently.

"Better?" he asked, as I opened my eyes.

"Much better," I replied.

"We should get some sleep," he said, looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay, " I said retrieving the wash rag from the floor next to the couch
and wiping the cum away.

We both got up and walked up the stairs without saying a word.  When we got
to the top of the stairs he kissed my forehead.  "Get some sleep," he said.

"Okay," I said sleepily and started toward my room.

When I got there I was overcome with an extreme sense of gratitude and
satisfaction.  I turned around and made my way down the hallway to my
father's room.  When I got there he was already undressed to his briefs and
by the way they bulged in front I could tell he had an erection.

"Thank you," I said.  "That felt really good."

"I know," he said, pulling off his briefs, exposing his swollen cock to me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said, staring at his beautiful body, trying
to take him all in with one look.

"Sure," he said as he layed down in his bed.

I walked over to the edge of his bed, my own cock slowly regaining it's
hardness in front of him as he regarded me with pride and curiosity.  "What
did Uncle Jack do for you?" I asked, laying my hand on his thigh and gently
stroking his thick hairy legs...