Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 18:05:38 -0500
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: When Everything Started to Change

*This is my first time submitting a story to the site. I'm a 24 year old
guy who found Nifty a couple years ago and I've been addicted ever since.
It's the only kind of "porn" I use anymore. The concept of erotic
literature was new to me, but has quickly become a passion. The writings
allow the reader to create the images in their own minds, ultimately
becoming the most entertaining form of pornography available. After some
time browsing through different categories I found myself frequenting the
Gay Incest branch. The taboo subject sends me over the edge every time.
Well after years of reading, I've decided to make my own contribution to
the archive, hopefully inspiring other readers and of course to help some
lusting men release some, um- tension.

The story although, fictional, is a composite of some fantasies and dreams
that I have had. If you prefer stories that get right to the point of the
action and penetration than this one's not for you. I'm planning this
series as a way of releasing my deep-seeded feelings that I've only
recently begun to examine. Feel free to let me know what you think of the
format and my writing style.  Once again, and most importantly, please
enjoy...


"When Everything Started to Change"

 *I still find it hard to believe the events that transpired only months
after my fourteenth birthday. Just reflecting on it makes my head spin. Up
to this point my sexually experiences consisted mostly of making out and
"dry-humping" with girls from my school and neighborhood. I had recently
learned about masturbation during Sex-Ed in school. While the Science
teacher explained the concept of self stimulation to us, I found myself
transfixed. By the time class was over, my penis was aching from being
strained against my denim shorts. I couldn't wait to get home and try out
what we had learned; and boy did I ever. The first few masturbatory
sessions didn't go much differently than my childish grinding sessions with
girls. Once my body started to reach its peak, I would become so
overwhelmed that I'd stop and assumed that was the extent of the
experience.

One time after arriving home from school, I realized that my Dad and little
sister hadn't gotten home yet. These were the times I loved the most. I
felt like the King of the Castle. I could explore my body as much as I'd
want, without the underlying fear of being caught or at least interrupted.
Within minutes, I had stripped every stitch of clothing from my body and
found myself standing in front of the full length mirror in my Dad's
bedroom. I loved the way my body looked. I was small framed, like an
average 14 year old kid. There wasn't much definition or tone to my muscles
yet, but I could see the earliest stages. There were a couple dark hairs
emerging above my penis and balls, much darker than the auburn hairs on my
head. My penis was soft. I held it between my fingers and twisted it a few
different ways, giving myself a visual examination in the mirror. I wasn't
sure if it could be considered small, or average considering I didn't
really have much to compare it to. In class, our teacher had given us
handouts with hand drawn illustrations of the male and female private
parts, but I couldn't use that as an accurate, full scale reference. My Dad
had raised my sister and me on his own, so he was more on the modest side
in terms of nudity, but it had only been a few years prior that I was still
bathing and showering with him occasionally. My Dad's penis was my only
other visual experience with a male's body, and even though I was young, I
realized that his penis was much larger and fuller because he was older. He
was a man. A fully grown, fully developed man. He was everything I could
hope to grow into. Dad didn't work out, but he did go for morning jogs
regularly, usually while my sister and I were having breakfast before we'd
catch our bus to school. So, while he wasn't dramatically toned, Dad was
healthy and took care of his body. I can remember his strong legs wrapped
around me when I'd be sitting in front of him during our bubble baths
together. I never felt more secure and protected than I had in those
moments. Sometimes I would gently tug at the thick, dark hairs on his legs.
He would laugh and ask me to be careful. One time I asked him if my legs
would get hairy like his. He gave me one of his strong smiles and assured
me that I would go through lots of changes soon, when I started growing
into a man.

            Now here I was in front of his mirror, going through one of my
routine inspections of my body. Dad's words had finally begun to come to
fruition. I gently tugged at the few stray hairs above my penis. They were
new, and I couldn't have been more excited. While I admired my developing
form, my penis started hardening. I was becoming overwhelmed by the
memories of Dad in that bathtub. I tried to picture his penis. I can
remember feeling it while I sat between his powerful thighs. At the time I
was more focused on shaping the mounds of foamed soap into bubble castles
and creating waves of stormy seas for my toy boats, but if I tried to think
back to those nights I could remember the presence of his penis floating in
the warm water, occasionally rubbing against my butt and lower back. It was
strange and confusing that something as innocent as a bath with my father
was now drifting through my mind as an arousing thought. I looked into the
mirror again and saw that my penis was now fully hard and my hand was
wrapped around it. I wanted to have that feeling. I wanted to rub my penis,
but for some reason all I could think about was doing it in front of my
Dad. I had to see his penis again. I wanted to see it get hard like mine
was. Maybe he would want to see mine. I wanted to know if he liked my body
and if he was proud of me for becoming a man. Before I knew it my knees
were buckling and my heart was pounding. I had become so lost in my
thoughts that I didn't even realize I was pulling at my penis and had
reached that feeling, only this time I didn't have the control to stop. I
looked down at my penis. It was bouncing up and down. I kept pulling at it,
hoping the feeling would last forever. The room felt like it was spinning
around me and that I would surely fall over at any second, but it didn't
matter. My chest was heaving and somehow, in complete slow-motion and sonic
speed my body was convulsing. My knees finally gave out and I dropped to
the floor. I felt a rush in my penis and then... it stopped. I had never felt
anything like that before. My teacher had tried to explain what an orgasm
was, but no words or illustrations could have ever prepared more for what I
had just experienced. I reached down to feel my penis. It was still dry, so
I guess I wasn't able to produce semen yet, but there was no denying what
had just happened to me. I had always felt too overwhelmed and quite
honestly scared, that I was going to pee myself if I persisted with the
feelings I was having, but this time I had become too lost in my
imagination to allow any sort of fear to hold me back from an emotional and
physical peak. As my orgasm slowly passed, I was brought back to reality
when I heard the garage door opening outside. My Dad was home. I jumped to
my feet, scooped up my clothes and headed for my room when the startling
truth slapped me across my face. I would have to run passed the garage
entrance to get to my bedroom. I stood there, terrified, naked, clutching
my clothes like a security blanket. I turned back and raced toward the
bathroom. Without giving it a second thought,   I turned on the shower head
and jumped in. The water felt like ice against my over-heated skin, but at
least I was safe. I couldn't let my Dad or little sister find me running
around the house naked. Soon the water became warm and my body was at ease.

            I started soaping up my body, ignoring my sensitive penis for
the time being. Just then there was a knock at the door. Before I could
respond, Dad came rushing in.

"Hey Buddy. Sorry for barging in, but I've had to go since I picked your
sister up from school." He said as he lifted the toilet seat.

"It's okay Dad. Did you guys just get home?" I could hear the tremble in my
voice as I tried to sound genuinely inquisitive. Would Dad notice?

I could hear a heavy stream draining into the toilet bowl. "Yeah, Lily's
soccer practice was cancelled today, so I had to get off work early and
pick her up." His voice sent chills up my spine. The very penis I found
myself longing to see was less than three feet from me.  I went to the end
of the shower and carefully pulled back the curtain to peek through. Dad
was facing away, looking down toward the toilet. Through the space in
between his legs I could see the thick flow of his pee still making its way
into the toilet. My penis was instantly hard again. Dad was saying
something, but I honestly can't recall what it was. I found myself lost in
his form. While his flow began to subside, I saw him give his penis a few
quick tugs to release the final drops. Just as he finished, his butt cheeks
clenched together, forming a tight, muscular mound in his fitting khaki
pants. I heard the sound of him zipping his fly and before I knew it I was
looking into his dark brown eyes.

"Did you hear me?" he asked. My heart was pounding again. I managed to
sputter out a weak "Huh?" I was too afraid to close the shower curtain, and
too afraid to look away.

"I asked if you had any homework you'd need help with tonight." He said as
he turned to the sink to wash his hands. He didn't seem concerned with the
fact that I was spying on him.

"No, I took care of it when I got home." I told him as I closed the
curtain.

"Alright well, I'm going to go help your sister out with hers and then I'll
make you guys some dinner." I heard the faucet turn off and then I decided
to turn the shower off as well.

"And Buddy," my Dad started, "I `m sure you're going to be taking a lot
more showers for awhile, but try and go easy on the hot water." He had a
slight chuckle in his voice. I heard the bathroom door close a second
later. I opened the curtain. He was gone. Was Dad making a joke about me
taking so many showers because he knows I masturbate? I had heard some
friends in school make jokes about cold showers and comments that their
dad's had made about them taking over the bathrooms in their houses. How
much did Dad know? Maybe I should try and initiate "the talk" with him. I
could ask him to tell me about sex and masturbation.

I stepped out of the shower and started drying myself off. My head was
flooding with thoughts and emotions. Why was I feeling like this? Why was I
trying to sneak a peek at my own Dad? Only hours before, if someone had
told me that they were feeling this way about their own father I would've
called them a freak, but seemingly in an instant everything changed. Now
all I could think about is becoming a man before the eyes of the very man I
admired most; the man that had created me. I didn't want to become him, I
wanted to be with him and I was determined to find a way to make it
possible.