Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 05:27:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Smoking and Stroking, Part 3

Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and
Stroking."  Thanks to everyone who wrote me about this story.  Again,
comments and suggestions are welcome!

"Smoking and Stroking, Part 3"

It was Thanksgiving Day, and did I ever have something to be thankful for!
In the past 24 hours, I had jerked off with my Dad!  TWICE!  The first time
was last night, in the middle of the night.  The second time was this
morning, while we were shaving.  I can hardly begin to describe how
excited, happy, horny and even confused I was that all this had happened.
But one thing was certain.  I was grateful for it.

Thanksgiving dinner had been a typical one.  My father and I cleaned up,
got dressed and drove to my Grandmothers without really saying much about
what we'd done.  My Mother and Sisters arrived soon after and we spent the
day there, eating, watching TV, eating more, and trying to relax with very
full stomachs.

Of course, I had a hard time relaxing because I was still trying to wrap my
head around what had happened to me and I kept thinking about it over and
over, and getting hornier and hornier.  My Dad acted normally, as if
nothing unusual had happened between us.  A couple times I caught his eye
and he'd give me a smile, but it wasn't quite the conspiratorial look I
expected.  I thought his eyes would say, "Yes, I feel the same way," or "I
can't believe we did that either!"  But they didn't.  Perhaps he was just
better at hiding it than I.

But I did realize that all this was on his mind at the end of the visit to
my Grandmother's.  Instead of going back home with my Mother and Sisters,
my Father suggested that he and I go back to the new house again, and that
the women go to the old house.  As soon as he said this, my heart stated
pounding in my chest and my dick began to swell in my pants.  Would it
happen again?  Would I get to jerk off with him again tonight?

We drove to the new house in relative silence.  I waited for him to say
something about last night or this morning, but he didn't.  He talked about
dinner, about the football game, things he had to do on the house before we
moved in - things I knew I'd end up doing.  But nothing about jerking off
with me, nothing about watching each other work our cocks.  In a sense, it
was a relief, because I wasn't sure what to say about it, but it was also
rather frustrating.  I really wanted to know what he though of it all and
if it would happen again.

When we finally arrived and walked into the empty house, I was so nervous I
was shaking.  I immediately went to the bedroom we were sharing, the only
one with beds, and turned on the TV.  Maybe focusing on something would
calm me down.  He walked in slowly behind me, rubbing his big belly and
moaning, jokingly, because he'd eaten so much.

"I know one thing that'll make me feel better," he said, and started
undoing his belt.  While I sat watching him, he undid his belt, unhooked
and unzipped his pants and stepped out of them.  For a moment, I saw his
bulging crotch filling out his underwear, but he stood up again, and the
tails from his shirt covered it.  He folded up his pants and began
unbuttoning his shirt.  I was beginning to get hard not only at what I was
seeing, but at the idea of my Dad undressing in front of me.  He'd NEVER
done that before.  He opened his shirt and took it off.  Now I could see
his crotch quite plainly.  He was wearing white briefs with gold and black
stripes along the waistband.  The bulge seemed huge to me, but like I said,
my Dad had really big nuts.  I could make out the outline of his dickhead
easily on the right side.  The whole package was so beautiful, so full,
that I could hardly stand it.  Almost as soon as he took his shirt off and
I saw him in his underwear, I sprung an instant boner.  He reached down and
slipped off his socks and stood up again,

"That's better," he said, rubbing his belly.  Then, moving his hand into
his underwear, he grabbed everything inside, pulled on it a little, pulled
on his dick and took his hand out.  "Much better," Now his dick was even
more visible beneath the white cotton.  It lay next to and almost on top of
his balls and the head was now very visible.  Or I should say, the ridge
that ran along the head of his dick.  I swear I could've looked at that all
night.

It was still pretty early in the evening, so Dad asked what I was going to
do the rest of the evening.  I shrugged my shoulders, doing the typical
teen-age "I don't know" and asked what he was going to do.  He looked at me
and shrugged his shoulders, just as I had.  "Feel like doing anything in
particular?"

"Well," I said, looking at his crotch.  "Maybe more of what we did this
morning?"  Now I was really shaking, and I think my voice even cracked as I
said it.  I was amazed at my own boldness.

"Yeah?  Did you have fun this morning?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.  "A lot."

"Yeah, me too.  You know, like I told you this morning, this is something
most fathers and sons don't do together.  It's something that has to stay
between us.  You can't tell anyone.  No friends, no one."

"Who would I tell?" I asked.  "And who would believe me?"  Again, I could
hardly get the words out.  My mouth was completely dry and my stomach was
churning.  I was so nervous!  That rush of adrenaline was making me shake
and my head was starting to swim.  I must have looked pretty nervous
because the next thing he asked me was if I wanted a cigarette.

"Please!" was all I could stutter.

He went to find his coat and I watched him walk away.  His ass was small,
certainly small for someone of his size, but seeing those two cheeks
encased in the white cotton briefs was so sexy.  As he came back with a
pack and a lighter in his hand, I was focused so hard on his crotch it was
like two laser beams pointed right at it.  It was so wonderful just to see
him moving around in his underwear, which had become loose from wearing and
his whole crotch seemed to sway in the briefs.  He took two cigarettes and
handed one to me.  He took out his lighter, lit it and held it out to me.
I took his hand with both of mine and held the flame to the end of my
cigarette.  As I drew in, I felt his hand.  It was so big and strong and
the back of his hand had rather coarse hair on it.  It had been years since
I touched his hand.  Something about it sent a shock through me.

Then, as I took the cigarette from my mouth and he put the lighter up to
his face, I did something so bold, so wonderful...so remarkable that the
memory will stay with me until my last breath.  As he drew the flame into
his cigarette, I slowly put my hand out and gently placed it on his crotch,
cupping my hand to conform to the shape he made in his briefs, feeling
warmth and a firmness that was also soft.  He jumped at the sensation and
took a step back, removing the cigarette from his mouth.

"Hey!" he said.  "Don't do shit like that when I'm holding an open flame,"
he said.  But the smile on his face and in his eyes told me he wasn't angry
and as he stood there, taking another drag on his cigarette, I did it
again.  This time he didn't move.  I had been sitting on the bed, but now I
stood up and really took his crotch in my hand.  I couldn't believe I was
doing this; that this was happening!  Once again, my Father was allowing me
to experience his body in a very intimate way.

I opened my hand and really cupped his whole crotch in it, or as much as I
could get in my hand.  It felt so good to actually touch something I've
wanted to touch for SO LONG.  His nuts filled my fingers and felt almost
solid and the head of his dick was right in the center of my palm.  As I
closed my hand, squeezing it, he looked at me and said quietly, "Not too
hard. Son."  I loosened my grip and realized I could feel his dick growing.
Needless to say, I was already hard and had been for quite some time.  I
took my hand away and suddenly his dick head sprung up in his underwear,
beginning to grow and needing room.  I placed my hand on crotch again, this
time laying my hand more flatly on it and feeling his dick with my
fingertips.  I can hardly describe the sensation of touching my Dad's dick
while it got hard.  My fingers gently came together on the underside of
dick as it expanded in his underwear.  It was getting longer.  Then I
squeezed it, but gently.  My fingertips were on the bottom and my thumb
rested on the top of his shaft and I gave it another squeeze.  This time,
it flexed and grew.  Almost shocked, I withdrew my hand, laughing.

I looked up at his face.  The look he gave me, the smile and the love in
his eyes were so amazing to me.  He seemed happy to be sharing this moment
with me and to be truly enjoying himself.  There was so much love in his
expression.

I looked back at his crotch.  His underwear, which was loose, could no
longer contain him.  His head had come poking out of the leg opening and
was now pushed up against his thigh.  Compared to his white, hairy legs,
his dick head was dark pink and smooth.  I once again reached out and with
my fingertips gently touched it.  He took in a quick breath, almost
gasping, and his dick responded with another flex.  This time, even more of
his dick came out of his underwear, exposing not only his full head, but
also the couple inches of dark skin beneath it.

"Hey! Watch it!" he said, pointing to the floor.  I had completely
forgotten that there was a cigarette in my hand and had let it burn, all
the ash dropping to the floor.  It was coming close to burning my fingers.

"Oh," I said, "I completely forgot about it."  I pushed it into the
ashtray, putting it out.

I immediately turned back and just looked at my Dad.  He was standing in
front me in a T-shirt and briefs, and his dick had come out the leg hole on
his right side and was hanging down in front of his thigh.  I was so turned
on and horny I could hardly stand it.  I gripped my hard dick in my pants
and just kept squeezing it as I looked at my Dad.  Slowly, he reached down
and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his dick.  I started undoing my
belt.  I couldn't stay dressed another second.  I had to let my dick out.
I opened my pants and slid them off.  I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and
took it off.  So now I was standing in front of my Dad in a T-shirt and
briefs just like him.  My dick was pressed up against me inside my
briefs. I squeezed it again.

"Man, I'm so horny right now," I said to him.  "This is so hot!"

"Yeah, I can see that you're excited," he said, his head nodding to my
crotch.  He had this smile on his face that made me so happy.  He was
enjoying this as much as me.

"Why don't we get these off," he said, pulling on the waistband of his
underwear.

"Yeah."  I said.

Together, we took off our briefs and socks and then our T-shirts.  As we
stood up, our dicks pointed straight at each other.  Almost instinctively,
we both began stroking our dicks at the same time.

I had seen my Dad hard twice already.  Last night was too dark to really
see much other than the length of it.  This morning, while we were shaving,
we had stroked our cocks and I got to see it in the light.  But standing
here, tonight, I really got a good look at it.  I was standing in front of
it, looking down at it.  It was beautiful.  His pubic hair was thick and
the hair was straighter than mine.  It was a bush, full and manly.  His
dick was evenly thick from base to head, and man, was it thick!  As I
looked at it, almost scrutinizing it, he stopped jerking off and just
gripped it around the base with this thumb and index finger, making it
stick straight out.  He even waved it up and down a little.  I was
hypnotized looking at it.  I'd never seen such a big dick, or such a pretty
one.  I had a nice dick myself and took a lot of pride in what I had.  But
his dick was even thicker, longer and stronger.

"Hey," he whispered, "Come here."

"What?" I looked up at him.

He took a step forward so he was just inches away from me.  His cock was
now above mine.  He reached down and grabbed both his and mine in his hands
and squeezed.  As my dick was pushed against his, I think I almost passed
out.  It was so intense to feel his dick, and his hand holding mine.  I was
so close to him that I could smell the musk coming from his armpits.  It
was intoxicating.  I reached out and grabbed both his biceps in my hands.
They were huge in my hands and the right one was hard as he both squeezed
our dicks together.

"Looks like you're about as big as you Dad," he said, looking down at our
dicks.

"Yeah, but yours is definitely thicker," I said.

I couldn't stand it anymore and took a step back and did what I'd wanted to
do for the past I-don't-know how many years: I reached out and grabbed my
Dad's pole and wrapped my hands around it.  The act of touching my Dad's
dick was so intense I thought I was going to come right then, and I wasn't
even touching myself.  His dick felt amazing in my hand!  It was so thick.
And it was so hard.  It was covered with veins that formed ridges up and
down the shaft.  But while being so hard, it was also soft and smooth.  I
gripped it lightly, not squeezing too hard.  His dick flexed in my hand in
response.  I looked up at him and must've looked pretty excited and happy.
He smiled, and put his hand on my neck and squeezed it, then moved his hand
to my shoulder. Then, with the other hand, he reached out and took my dick
in his hand.

Then something happened between us.  It was like a melting of bodies.  We
were stroking each other's dicks, slowly and gently.  Overwhelmed, I fell
forward onto his chest, my face hitting the left side of his chest.  I put
my left arm over his shoulder and found myself hugging him, but only our
upper bodies were touching.  Our hips were far enough apart that we could
stroke each other.  As I inhaled the scent from his chest and armpit and
stroked his dick in my hand, I was overcome with sensations.  And he seemed
to know exactly how to stroke my dick, increasing the pressure as his hand
moved toward the head, almost like he was milking me.  Letting out a rather
loud moan that seemed to come out of me involuntarily, I simply gave in to
everything around me and started to spill my seed.  I'd never had someone
else jerk me off before and the sensation of coming with someone else's
hand on my dick was so incredible.  Spurt after spurt came out and my body
shook with each one.  I hugged my Dad closer to me and looked down at my
dick as it discharged, each spurt making a "plop" sound as it hit the
floor.  His hand slowed as I finished coming.  He gave it a good squeeze
and pulled the skin forward, coaxing one last pearl of cum to form on the
end of my dick.  He ran his thumb over it, smearing it on my dick head, and
then rubbing his thumb in circles on my now very sensitive head.  I
shuddered at the intensity.  The sensation was so intense, it almost hurt
and I suddenly stood up and stepped back.  I looked up at my Dad and
immediately fell back into his arms, giving him a huge hug, pushing my dick
up against him.  I put both arms around him, buried my face in his neck and
hugged him as hard as I could.  I felt so close to him.  His dick, still
rock hard, pushed against my abdomen.  I suddenly realized he hadn't yet
come.

I stepped back and looked at my Dad.  His dick had some cum on it, and
there were actually a couple gobs in his pubic hair at the base of his
dick.  The first couple shots out of me had gone straight at his crotch.  I
pushed a couple fingers into the cum and tried to pull it from his pubic
hair and spread it on his dick.  As I worked the cum onto his dick and
tried to spread it around, his breath began to quicken and a couple small,
low moans came from his throat.  Thinking I had enough cum on his dick, I
wrapped my hand around it again and began sliding it up and down.  I'm not
sure who was enjoying this more.  We both let out moans and his dick got
VERY hard in my hand.  I began to slide my hand up and down his penis with
ease.  I tried to match his style of stroking me, squeezing my hand a bit
more as it rode over the thick ridge of his head.  His dick was so meaty
and thick in my hand.  It felt so much thicker than mine.  It was the first
time I'd ever really touched another man's dick and I was trying hard to
savor every minute, remember each sensation.

He put his right hand on my shoulder and with his left hand, reached down
and placed it flat on his pubic hair, wrapping his thumb and index finger
into a ring around the base of his cock.  I started stroking a bit faster
and he responded by spreading his legs a little wider and saying, "Uh huh"
very quietly.

As I continued, he began to make a sound with every exhalation, like a
quiet moan.

"Keep going," he whispered.  "Don't stop."

My hand had been on his dick with the palm on top and my fingers brushing
the underside of the shaft.  As he said this, I turned my hand so that the
underside was now in my palm and I could really pull the head through my
enclosed fist by simply moving my wrist.  He again spread his feet a few
inches wider, and leaned forward so his forehead touched mine.

"Yeah...  Oh, Yeah."  He said.  'Uhhnnnnn!"  And out it came.

I was still sliding my hand back and forth when his dick not only got
really hard, but also seemed to quiver in my hand.  I realized he had been
holding his breath, and with a quick exhale, a huge shot of cum flew out of
his dick and hit my stomach.  I suddenly felt his hand encircle mine and he
stopped my stroking, then he guided it a little more slowly and he really
started coming.  This time he let out a load moan with each spurt and it
seemed like cum was flying everywhere.  More hit my stomach, some hit my
bush and then I started hearing the same "plop" sound as more cum hit the
floor between us.  The whole time, these amazing grunts and breaths came
out of him.

The hand encircling mine began to slow and then stop.  We both let go of
his dick and I stepped back and looked at him.  His dick stood straight out
and a line of clear liquid hung from the end of his dick.  Like he'd done
with me, I took his dick in my hand, squeezed it and pulled the skin
forward.  I didn't get a pearl of cum like he did with me, but more clear
liquid came pouring out and dripped toward the floor.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I bent over and kissed the
end of his dick, getting that liquid on my lips.  It was tasteless, but
salty.

"Hey," he said, and stepped back quickly.  "Careful.  That's really
sensitive."

"Sorry," I said.  "I couldn't help myself."  I dropped onto my knees, and
leaned forward, burying my face next to his dick.  I inhaled deeply and
marveled at the smell and the feeling of his dick on my cheek and his balls
right at my lips.  I pushed my lips out and kissed them.  Then, feeling
more encouraged, began kissing everything.  His balls, his left nut, his
right nut, the shaft of his dick, the head, even his pubic hair.  I was
showering his crotch with kisses.

"Okay, Okay," he said and stepped back.  "That's enough."

"No," I said, laughing.  "I want more."

"Next time," he said, laughing. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me
up to standing.  He pulled me close to him and we hugged again, pressing
our dicks against each other.

"That was nice," he whispered in my ear.  "Thanks"

I couldn't reply.  I was again lost in his chest hair, inhaling his scent,
absorbing the warmth of his body and just enjoying being so close to my
Dad.  We stood, hugging and slowly rocking for what seemed like hours, but
was only a few minutes.

"Ok, buddy," he said, "This time you're going to clean this up before it
dries."

Next time, I thought to myself, there won't be anything to clean up.  I
wasn't going to let another load of cum from my Dad fall to the ground.