Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 17:45:45 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Bolt

My real name is Benjamin Jeffery Holton, but everyone calls me Bolt. In 
my first year of high school I joined the track team and became sort of 
a star. Any way the local newspaper called me Boltin' Holton. It got 
shortened and stuck. I'm 19 and a sophomore at the local junior college 
studying multi-media, I live with my Dad.

My Dad's only 34 and super cool. Now if you've done some quick math you 
realize he's only 15 years older than me. It seems he was a precocious 
teenager, at least when it came to sex and knocked up my mother, who was 
an older woman of 17, when he was only 14. Her family was French 
Canadian Catholics who couldn't take the shame and humiliation, so they 
packed her off to her "Aunt's" house to have me. I was scheduled to be 
put up for adoption. Dad's Mom wouldn't stand for that and offered to 
adopt me herself. Well after a lot of legal hassle and lawyers on both 
sides it was agreed that I would live with my Dad and his family, 
provided we moved far away and promised to never have contact with my 
Mom or her family ever. That's cool with me, I sure don't want to know 
anyone who doesn't want to know me.

As soon as I was born the whole family moved to Tampa, Florida and 
that's the only hometown I've ever known. Dad finished high school at 
King High and then did his four years at the University of South 
Flordia. He got a job teaching history and social studies at one of the 
local high schools and the two of us moved into a home of our own. I was 
7 and he was only 22.

While I thought of him as an adult back then, I realize now that he was 
just a kid. It was kinda like having an older brother and a dad wrapped 
up in one very handsome guy. Actually we look very much alike, with him 
just a little bigger than me. He's 6'1", I'm 6'; he weighs 180, me 160; 
we both have brown eyes and dark brown hair. He works out so his body is 
muscular; I have a lean, sinewy body of a runner.

Dad had lots of dates, but he never seemed to get serious about any one 
woman. I think in lots of ways it was because he was looking more for a 
mother for me than a wife for himself. I also think he liked variety in 
his sex, so it wasn't too rough on him.

Just about the time I was reaching puberty, at 13, he did get serious 
about this one particular woman. He and I even talked about Nancy as a 
possilbe mother for me and I was all for it. I really liked her, she was 
real smart and you could tell she genuinely loved my dad and I think she 
even cared for me. Things seemed to be headed in the direction of a 
wedding. Then Nancy was diagnosed with cancer of the cervex. It was just 
awful, she only lasted 18 months. I'd never seen my Dad in such pain. 
When she died I thought he would too. The guy who'd always been fun 
loving and happy go lucky shut down completely. 

He would try his best around me, but I could tell his heart wasn't in 
it. He stopped dating completely. While all this was going on I learned 
the pleasures of masturbation. In the process I also realized that I was 
sexually turned on to men, at least it was men who peopled my fantasies 
while I worked myself up to orgasmic release. Under normal circumstances 
I might have talked to Dad about this, we had that kind of relationship, 
but with him in an unrelenting depression this was the last thing I 
wanted to heap on him. So I kept it to myself and I spent increasingly 
more of my time alone playing with the one thing that gave me pleasure 
any time, any place.

About a week after my 16th birthday I got home from school on one of 
those impossibly humid, impossibly hot days. Dad wasn't due home for 
another two hours, something to do with a faculty meeting. I decided to 
take the opportunity for a long, slow jerk off session. Not worrying 
about privacy I left my bedroom door open, cranked up my stereo, shucked 
off every stitch of clothing and kicked back on my waterbed for some 
serious hand action. With as much time as I had I was counting on 
bringing myself off two, maybe three times. 

Though I'd never even touched another guy, during these sessions I 
pictured myself going to my knees in front of one of my fellow track 
stars and swallowing his hard cock to the hilt or bending over one of 
the benches in the locker room letting the team plow my ass. That 
particular afternoon, with my eyes shut tight, my daydreams centered on 
Jim Moon fucking my face with his long fat cock.

Just as I was getting to the point of no return I had the overwhelming 
sense that somebody was staring at me. I opened my eyes and saw Dad 
leaning against the door frame with a shit eating grin on his face.

"So this is how you spend your time when I'm not around." He was teasing 
me good naturedly, but I missed it. Instead I freaked out.

In my mind not only had my Father caught me flogging the log, but I was 
certain he'd also read my mind and knew I was a cock starved slut. My 
reaction caught him totally off guard. Here he was being Mr. Cool, 
trying to make light of the fact he'd caught his only child 
self-abusing, and the kid starts going crazy.

"Bolt, relax. I'm not mad. Every kid your age does the same thing." It 
had no effect on me.

"I'm sorry Dad. I won't ever do it again. I don't want to cause you any 
more trouble." By that time I'd covered my dick with a pillow and was 
sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing and shaking.

Dad came over, sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Bolt, 
not only does every other guy your age do it, guys my age and much older 
do it. I do it. Hell, I did it last night before I went to sleep. Now 
pull yourself together."

He got up and walked over to the door. "Finish up and we'll talk about 
this later, if you want." He quietly shut the door and was gone.

I stared at the closed door for the longest while, trying to regain my 
composure. I removed the pillow and saw that my cock was still as hard 
as ever. I laid back on the bed and slowly resumed stroking myself. 
Inspite of the shock at being discovered I was still horny, maybe more 
horny than before. I settled down, the pleasurable sensations my hand 
was giving my cock spread through my whole body. I began to fantasize 
again, only now instead of having my mouth assaulted my Jim Moon I was 
picturing my Dad in his bed beating his meat. That scene was quickly 
replaced with me on my knees sucking him, working feverishly for a fresh 
load of the same seed which had created me. That's all it took. I was 
over the top and into the most intense, mind blowing cock eruption of my 
young life. I couldn't stifle it, I yelled out as my body was showered 
with gush after gush of thick hot white cum. I scooped up as much as I 
could with my hand and brought it up to my mouth. For the very first 
time I tasted it and knew I had to have more and not just my own.

I cleaned up, dressed and went out of my room. Dad was in the kitchen 
getting dinner started. "Steak, baked potato and salad OK by you?" He 
asked as if our earlier encounter had never happened. I could be cool 
too.

"Sounds great. I could eat a horse."

"Yeah, a good orgasm always makes me hungry too. And from the sound of 
your yelling I'd say it was a rip snorter."

I knew what he was trying to do and I appreciated the effort, but I felt 
my face flush red. Sheepishly I said, "it was a pretty good one."

"So do you want to talk about it?"

Well not really, but I was curious about one thing so I said, "do you 
really do it?"

"You mean masturbate, yes I do. My guess is that every guy does it, even 
when they're married. It's so convienent and available. Guys who aren't 
married probably do it a lot more often and teenagers. . . I remember 
when I was your age I'd do it at least two, sometime three or four times 
a day. Now, with no woman in my life, I do it three or four times a 
week. It's the most natural thing a guy can do. Hell, Bolt, I'm just 31 
years old, while not as intense as a 16 year old, I still have needs. I 
guess what I'm saying is it's nothing to be ashamed of, not for you, not 
for me. Now how about getting the salad together, unless you have any 
other questions."

That was the end of that conversation, but from that moment on I was 
determined, maybe obsessed is a better term, with the idea of seeing my 
Dad beating off. I wanted it so bad I even considered asking him, but 
didn't have the nerve.  I'd stay awake at night until I heard him go to 
bed, then I'd sneak to his bedroom door and listen for telltale sounds, 
but I never heard them, he sure was good at keeping things private. This 
went on for over a year and I never saw squat, I almost gave up trying.

Then about 4 months before I turned 18 luck was with me. Jim Moon had 
just bought himself a car, a real relic, but a car. He, me and two of 
the other guys from the track team planned on going to the old drive-in 
where they were having a horror flick marathon from 9:00 'til dawn. Jim 
picked me up at 8:30 and I left telling Dad I wouldn't see him until the 
morning.

We made it as far as Dallas Townsend's house when the fucking car 
sputtered it's last and died right at the end of the driveway. So much 
for the drive-in. We hung out a Dallas's for awhile, but I was bummed 
and decided to hitchhike home. It was close to 11:00 and the house 
looked like it was in total darkness which was unusual because Dad's a 
nightowl, especially on non-school nights. I figured he was tired and 
had gone to bed early, so I was real quiet about letting myself in.

As I approached the hall leading to the bedrooms I saw the glow of the 
television screen coming from Dad's room.  I was about to call out when 
I heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity coming from his room. 
It took a minute, but I realized my Dad was watching a porno flick on 
his TV. It also hit that I was probably going to fulfill my desire of 
the past year.

I literally tiptoed down to the end of the hall. I could see the screen 
before I could see him. Two women were going down on a big cock, 
covering it with their lips and mouths. I carefully peeked around the 
frame of the door and sure enough there he was, stretched out on his bed 
casually playing with his huge cock. It was better than I'd imagined, a 
good 8 inches and a fist full even for my Dad's big hands. The fucker 
was glowing with the light from the screen reflecting off its coating of 
precum. I was mesmerized and my dick was harder than it had ever been. 
Dad's attention seemed to be rivited on the screen while his hands 
caressed his shaft and balls. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he 
said quietly, "Are you just going to stand there staring or do you want 
to join me?"

I didn't know what to say or do, I just froze. He turned his head toward 
me and laughed. "Either get out of those clothes and join me or leave 
and give a guy some privacy; one or the other."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I stripped out of my shorts and tee 
shirt, kicked off my sandals and got on his bed sitting to his left. I 
too just sort of played with my cock, waving it around, not wanting to 
stroke it just yet for fear of exploding too soon. 

"You ever do this with any of your buddies?" He asked. 

"No."

"Never?"

"Never. Why? Did you?"

"Sure all the time. Remember Buddy from when I was at King?"

"You two jerked off together?" I was amazed, Buddy McKay had been King 
High's star quarterback.

"Sure, we'd double date and if we didn't get anything, which was most 
times, we'd drop off the girls, park in some secluded place and each of 
us would get off."

"Gee. Never in a million years..."

"Hell if we'd been drinking we'd even beat each other off." He chuckled 
as if remembering back. "If you promise never to tell, I tell you one 
other thing."

"Promise," I said almost too quickly.

He laughed again. "Well once, when I was driving and Buddy was drunk off 
his ass he couldn't get it up, but I was rock hard. Well old Buddy 
started giving me a really great hand job, I was pushed back in the 
driver's seat just enjoying it when the crazy fucker went down on me. 
I'll say this for him, he gave one hell of a blow job."

"You mean you let some guy blow you?" I couldn't believe it. My cock was 
pulsing out a steady flow of precum and I thought I might shoot my wad 
right then and there without even touching myself.

"Well Buddy did it only that one time and he threatened to kill me if I 
ever told anybody, which until now I never have. But I've had a few blow 
job from guys in my day. At least 5 or 6 other times. I don't see 
anything wrong with it, a blow job's a blow job and if it fills the 
bill take what you can get."

This had me so excited I started stroking my shaft real slow. Dad was 
watching me. "You've got a pretty nice dick there boy. Almost as big as 
your old man's and just a thick. Want a hand?"

I could hardly believe my ears. My Dad was offering me a hand job. I 
didn't say a word, but I removed my hand leaving it just standing there 
hard and pointing straight at the ceiling.  He scooted down in the bed 
and reached over fisting it with his right hand. It took only a few 
stokes, before I was covering his hand and my stomach with globs of rich 
cock cream.

After I'd caught my breath my cock was still hard and his hand was still 
pumping it slowly. "That was quite a load son, but from the looks of 
things you'll be able to go again soon. Nice to be 17. Now before you go 
for round two how about returning the favor."

"No problem." I couldn't wait.

He removed his hand from me and wiped the cum covering it on his own 
shaft. "It makes a great lubricant," he explained. 

I scooped up what was on my stomach with my hand and then encircled his 
shaft. He laid flat on his back giving me total access and I sat up with 
my legs folded under me. I loved the feel of him in my hand. My whole 
body tingled, nothing could feel better or more right. I rubbed the pink 
fat head of his dick with the palm of my hand sending a shiver through 
his body. His eyes were closed and there was a look of contentment and 
satisfaction on his face. He was being pleasured and I was administering 
the pleasure. It wasn't enough. I wanted to taste him, to have him in my 
mouth, to have him feed me his seed just as I'd imagined so many times.

He began to thrust his hips and I knew he couldn't last much longer. 
Without thinking, letting my lust control my movements I moved in 
between his legs, leaned forward and replaced my hand with my mouth. For 
the first time I felt the thrill of having another man's cock in my 
mouth and that man was my Dad.

I'd half expected him to throw me off the bed, but instead he just let 
out a gasp and then placed his hands behind my hand as he started 
pistoning himself in and out of my hungry mouth. We were both lost in 
our wanting.

"God, Bolt, it feels so good. I can't hold back, either pull off now or 
take it all."

In answer I dove down as far as I could taking him down to the pubes. He 
let go of my head and pushed himself up to a sitting position as he 
unleased a torrent of cum into my mouth. I could feel him pulsing 
between my lips, the flavor was like nothing I ever tasted, mature male 
juice, hot from the source. I swallowed time and again wanting every 
drop. Dad fell back onto the bed and still I suckled wanting more than 
he could give. When I was convinced there was nothing else to cum I laid 
back and began to pump myself furiously. Dad removed my hand and took 
charge. He stroked me a few times, real slow. I opened my eyes, he was 
staring at my face.

"Well I guess you are a chip off the old block."  With that he 
positioned himself between my legs and before I realized what was 
happening he'd taken my cock deep into his throat. In only a matter of 
moments I was shooting my second load and Dad was drinking it down with 
as much desire as I had his.

That was only the beginning. We made love throughout the night. Dad had 
discovered his own bisexuality for the first time. That was two years 
ago and we're still father and son, but now we're also lovers.