Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 11:03:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Charstar <charstar@safe-mail.net>
Subject: When Dad Taught Me About My Hardware

This is a true story about my childhood.
Nothing fake had been added.
If my posts are works of fiction I will always let you
know right here in the header.


-=<>When Dad taught me about my hardware<>=-


I use to walk around naked all the time as a kid,
and one day when it was just me and my dad (i was
almost 5 @ the time.)

I walked up stairs to see where he had gone,

I walked into their bedroom to see him jacking off on
the bed.

So I crawled up on the bed next to him, laid out and
started pulling on
my pecker next to him, it just felt natural.

I was holding the tip (cause I'm not circumcised) and
yanking it up and down.

So he reached over with his left hand, moving my hand
away and,

very gently started pulling the foreskin back and
forth over the head
of my inch and change penis.

It felt so wonderful.

I became the hardest id ever been.

I remember my back started to arch, he scouted closer
to me,
and took my left hand and cupped his hand and mine
over my little balls.

I am so lucky he taught me how to masturbate because I
had to teach
soo many of my friends how to do it correctly because
they didn't have
a dad or uncle or older brother to teach them.

Then for some reason I then took his erection in my
right hand, and started
masturbating him.

Again, it was just instincts.

Like, your giving me pleasure, and I want to return it
because I love you.
It's the same principle I feel about my animal
friends,

Believe it or not, my neighbors very gay dog,
use to actually suck my dick after I blew him.

He would let me penetrate him after I let him breed
with me.

Tell me that's not reciprocated love!

So then my dad laid back, and I sat on his legs, and
wrapped
both hand around his shaft.

I jacked him off until he ejaculated, which scared me
slightly.

He then quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He
never let me
make him cum ever again.

Every now and again he would play with my pecker when
he took me out of the bath,
or every now and again he would be changing my clothes
and if I had a woody or was
playing with my self he would pick me up by the arms
and give my nuts and shaft a
lick up and down, then giggle with me and laugh and
hug me tightly.

He would always be so cool with me jacking off or butt
fucking my little friends.

Or just smile and laugh when he would catch me out
back jacking off or blowing a dog
that usually belong to one of his business partners or
a family friend.

Some times I think he maybe felt bad, like he was
molesting me.

Even thought I never felt that way about it.

We were just boys being boys. I am so thankful I had a
dad like that.

So thankful.

-Charstar


Please share your similar experinces.
If you don't want to post them, email them to me :-)
charstar@safe-mail.net

Thanks for reading,
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-Charstar