Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 18:31:49 -0700
From: nick <sbstoryng@gmail.com>
Subject: Cumming of Age - Chapter 3: Bonding with pops

Cumming of Age
Chapter 3: Bonding with pops

My dad and I made casual conversation while I poured myself a bowl of
cereal. He asked about my summer and how my friends were doing. I told him
about my sleepover at Jimmy's with Rob the other night and told him about
the movie we watched together, of course leaving out the late-night porn
and what followed.

I finished up my cereal and my dad went and took a shower. I went into the
TV room and fired up some video games while sitting on the sofa. I was
still in my pajamas-- some super comfy light flannel pajama bottoms and a
t-shirt. About 10 minutes later my dad returned from the bathroom-- he was
wearing just his towel around his waist post-shower, which wasn't out of
the ordinary for him. He plopped down on the couch next to me.

"So about yesterday..." he began. "It looked like you were pretty deep into
something when I came home to get my briefcase yesterday-- it looked like I
startled you pretty good!".

Immediately my mind swapped back to him walking in on me masturbating from
the day before. I was still hoping he didn't notice, but immediately I felt
embarrassed-- especially since his words seemed to suggest he might have
known something was up. I started to blush.

"No, not at all dad-- I was just getting dressed-- you just surprised me,
that's all," I replied. I continued playing my video game while he paused a
minute thinking to himself.

"Well I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but it looked like you
were a bit busy with yourself if you know what I'm talking about. I hope
you know you can always talk to me about anything, and it'll stay just
between us."

I wasn't sure how to respond-- I knew what he was talking about, and I was
so curious about my new discoveries, but I didn't want to let him onto
anything, especially since after he left the day before I had ended up
fantasizing about sucking him off. I knew it was impossible, but I felt
like he would somehow read my mind if I opened-up.

After another moment of silence, he put his hand gently on my thigh,
causing a jolt up my body. He continued, "I noticed on our campout a few
weeks ago when you were sword fighting with your buddies that you took a
pretty hard glance over at your buddies' cocks, and that you sure looked
embarrassed when Jimmy looked over at you. I also noticed you looking at
mine in the tent, and I hope I didn't embarrass you by bringing it up. I'm
your dad, and I love you very much-- I just want to make sure you
understand that just because your buddies are growing up faster than you,
that there isn't anything wrong with you at all."

Awkwardly I remained silent, pretending to be fixated on the video game.

"I was what they call a 'late bloomer' too, when I was your age-- it's
nothing to be ashamed about," he continued.

I couldn't hold back from responding anymore-- I hesitated and nervously
replied, "really?".

My dad looked enthused that I had turned this into a semi-dialogue. "Yeah,
really, Jase-- I didn't go through puberty until I was about 15. Do you
know what puberty is?" he asked.

I paused my game, finally turning to my dad, "I think so? Well I mean I
looked it up on the internet, but I'm not totally sure what all happens."

My dad thought for a second and started, "well... it's when you start to
become a man. I mean... you're already pretty grown up and mature for your
age mentally, but it's when your body starts to physically start to change
into a man's body. You'll go through a big growth spurt. Your voice will
start to change. You'll start growing hair in new places..."

"Like where?!" I cut him off.

My dad chuckled, "well like your face, your armpits, and also around your
dick. Your chest too. They are called pubic hairs."

"Ohhhhh... well I knew that!" I exclaimed.

"Hahaha yes I figured-- you'll also start growing it in other places, but
not till you get much older-- like ear and back hair! But you don't have to
worry about that for now. Your penis will also start to grow, and you'll
develop the ability to make babies. Do you know how babies are made?" he
asked.

"Sex, right?" I answered.

"Yes! But do you know specifically what makes the baby?" he inquired. I
shook my head no. "Well... when a man has sex with a woman, he puts his
penis in her vagina. He moves it in and out of her, and it feels really
good for both of them, and when the man's penis gets really stimulated, it
starts to shoot what they call semen inside of her."

"You mean cum?!" I blurted.

"Hahaha yes-- how did you know that!?" my dad responded.

"I read about it on the internet," I replied.

My dad continued, "well, yes, most people just call it cum. It's a
white-ish thick substance that comes out of your penis when you have what
they call an orgasm-- it's a really good feeling that goes through your
body when your penis gets stimulated, either through sex, or masturbation,
or other sexual acts-- sometimes even in your sleep. You can have an orgasm
before puberty, but once you go through puberty, you'll cum when that
happens."

The conversation was starting to get me pretty stimulated-- underneath my
pajama bottoms I was sporting a little hardon, and I could feel my face
getting flushed. My dad still had his hand on my thigh, gently rubbing it.

"Have you ever masturbated or had an orgasm, Jase?" my dad implored. I
nodded my head yes. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable talking to me
about this stuff, bud. It's completely normal and feels awesome to
masturbate. Is that what you were doing when I came home yesterday and
walked in on you?".

I shyly nodded my head again in the affirmative.

"I thought that might be the case. Thanks for being honest with me-- it's
totally OK for you to talk about this stuff with me. When I was your age, I
masturbated ALL the time any chance I could get. Your uncle too!".

"You mean like together?!" I asked.

"Oh yeah, Jase. We'd do it all the time together-- we did all sorts of
stuff-- steal your grandpa's dirty magazines, jerk off, race each other,
etc. It was a lot of good clean guy fun and felt great. It was our little
secret!".

Immediately my mind shot to images of my dad and my uncle Johnny
masturbating together as boys. Uncle John was a year younger than dad. I
thought about all the stuff they must have done together. The ambiguity of
my dad's statement left too much to my young imagination. I wondered if
they ever masturbated each other? Had they ever done more? I was rock hard
now under my flannel pajama bottoms. His hand rubbing my thigh was driving
me wild. I wondered if he was at all stimulated too-- I looked over at his
crotch and thought I noticed a bit of a bulge through his towel, but it was
hard to tell if it was just the folds. I looked up from his crotch to his
"treasure trail" of hair going up to his abdomen and his hairy chest. I
stared at his nice pec muscles and then looked up at his face.

"Are you sporting a little stiffy there, Jase?" he asked. My face grew
completely flushed. "It's okay, bud, I've got a bit of an erection
too. That's totally normal."

"Yeah, but mine is so small, it's embarrassing, Dad. Do you think I'll ever
grow to be as big as my friends?".

"Yeah, of course, bud! You'll grow-- if you're anything like your old man,
you'll grow into a nice decent size in just a couple years or so," he
reassured me.

"Really?" I responded, "how big is it?".

I could see my dad thinking about it for a second, "well, do you want to
see mine?". I nodded my head in response, trying not to look too eager.

My dad took his towel and unwrapped it from his waist. He flipped the side
of the towel open, and his dick sprang out, rock hard, slapping against his
abdomen. I had seen it a thousand times before when he walked naked around
the house, but never hard like this. It was a good 6.5" long-- it was a
little thicker than a hotdog, definitely not thin, but not
disproportionately thick either. With my eyes I studied the length of his
shaft and his big mushroom head. There was a thick vein across the top,
leading from the big head to his groin area. His balls were much larger
than mine too. They hung low like two golf balls in his sack, casually
resting on the bottom of the towel under his dick. From his recent shower,
there was a moist freshness in the air that burst forth from when he opened
the towel. I looked up from the vein on his cock and could see it traveling
up his groin area. I looked up at his face-- I could tell he was enjoying
watching me study his manhood, albeit a bit uncomfortable.

"Well this isn't really fair that I'm naked in front of you with my hardon
while you're totally clothed like that," he stated. "Can I see what you
have going on down there, Jase?".

While I was embarrassed about the size of my little penis, I also trusted
him in that he wouldn't judge me. I desperately wanted to know that
everything was normal down there too. I nodded my head and pulled my pajama
bottoms down, tugging them from my butt down my thighs so they were wrapped
around my ankles. My little hard cock was totally exposed. My dad eagerly
looked over to see what I was sporting.

"You have a great dick, Jase!" my dad exclaimed. "That's nothing to be
ashamed of, and it's a little bigger than I was at your age. Reminds me of
myself a bit!".

"What about Uncle Johnny's?" I asked.

"Oh his is about the same as mine, maybe a tad smaller, but still a bit
larger than average. It's not all about the size, though, bud. It's also
about how you use it. Just because you're smaller doesn't mean you can't
get the same amount of pleasure out of it."

Until this point, my dad had largely driven this situation forward. I was
so horny that I became a bit bolder and wanted to see how far I might be
able to take things. "Well when you and Johnny would masturbate together,
did you ever touch or masturbate each other?" I cautiously asked.

My dad hesitated a bit, "well, yeah. Sometimes we would do that. It's
totally normal to explore like that with someone you trust."

"Does that mean your gay though?" I asked.

"Hahahaha well no, not necessarily, Jase. I'm obviously married and
consider myself to be mostly straight, although if I'm to be honest, I
think those labels are a bit outdated, and they don't really matter much
anyways. Gay, straight, bisexual, whatever... it doesn't really matter. I
think as long as both people consent and are willing, you should be able to
explore however you want sexually in your own private time and not worry
about what sort of label you think applies to you. It's really not
important. I explored my sexuality plenty, and it's nobody's business but
mine."

I took a dive, "well... can I touch your dick and see what it feels like?".

"Well... um, well..." my dad stuttered a bit, thinking. "Well Jase, dad's
and sons aren't supposed to do that, really."

"Why not? Doesn't it feel good? Or do you not want to? I thought as long as
both people are willing it's OK to explore? I just want to see what a big
dick like yours feels like," I asked.

I could see he was deeply conflicted. "Well.... because... well... well,
it's not legal. It's something that society doesn't approve of, and I could
go to jail for that, regardless of how you and I might feel about it. It's
not that I don't want to, and I don't want you to feel there isn't anything
you can't ask, and it does feel very good, but it would be a big problem if
anyone were to know, and I also don't want to do anything with you that you
weren't ready for or comfortable with."

"But I really want to dad! I'm comfortable if you're comfortable, and
nobody has to know!" I pleaded.

He thought deeply for another few seconds, "well... you need to understand,
absolutely nobody can ever hear about this-- not your mom, or your friends,
or anyone. I also need you to promise that you'll tell me if you are
uncomfortable, and the same goes the other way around."

"Scout's honor, dad! So can I feel your dick?!?" I eagerly blurted.

"OK, yes, if you would like to, I would be OK with you feeling it, Jase."

I slowly reached out with my hand across his lap and put my hand flat
against the underside of the shaft on his hard big cock. I could feel heat
coming off it. I was so turned on. I looked up at his face for approval.

"It's OK, Jase, you can wrap your hand around it if you want."

I moved my hand so that my palm was now on the top side of his penis where
his big vein was and wrapped my fingers around the underside. It looked so
big compared to my little hand. My dad moved his hand again to my thigh,
gently rubbing it as I studied how his big cock felt in my hand. I couldn't
believe my luck.

"Can I feel yours, Jase?" my dad asked.

I nodded my head. While gripping my thigh, he scooted over closer to me,
our thighs now touching. He moved his hand from my thigh slowly and felt my
hard little dick with his hand. I started gripping and re-gripping my hand
on his cock, and he started to slowly rub his hand up and down on mine. I
looked up from his dick to his face again. He was staring straight into my
eyes.

"Does that feel good, buddy?" he asked.

"Yeah, dad, that feels really good." I responded. I started to move my hand
a bit up and down his shaft a bit in kind, gripping his cock as much as I
could and tugging it up and down. "Does that feel good for you, dad?" I
asked.

"Yeah Jase, that feels good-- ease-up a bit though, you're gripping me a
little too hard. You want to slide your hand up and down, not yank it like
a tug of war. Like this," he demonstrated by gently gliding his fingers
along my cock. It wasn't big enough for him to grip with his whole hand, so
he just used his index and middle fingers on the underside of my penis,
with his thumb on top. It felt amazing. I started shaking uncontrollably
with excitement.

"Are you okay, buddy?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm very OK dad. That feels so good-- it's making me shake and I can't
stop." He smiled at me and kept slowly stroking me. I responded in kind,
loosening my grip on his shaft, and slowly sliding it up and down.

He moaned a bit, "oh yeah, buddy, just like that. That feels really good."

I noticed a bit of liquid forming at the tip of his dick. "Is that cum,
dad?" I asked.

"No, Jase. That's what they call pre-cum. It helps with lubrication during
sex. It's similar to cum, but it's not the same thing. It's usually more
clear than white and has a different taste, too."

I took advantage, "what does it taste like? Can I taste it?" I asked.

He thought for a second, both distracted by the question, as well as the
mutual pleasure we were giving each other, "sure, Jase. You can try it--
it's sweet and salty."

I took my finger and dabbed it into his slit, feeling his slimy precum coat
my little finger. I rubbed it around his big mushroom head briefly.

He moaned again in pleasure, "fuckkkk Jase, that feels really good."

I pulled away my hand, with a little string of the precum forming from the
head of his penis to my finger. I slowly put my finger up to my mouth,
studying it along the way. It glistened on my finger, and I put it into my
mouth.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Well it's kind of just like you said, it's salty and a bit sweet. The
saltiness has a bit of funk to it too, dad, almost like sweat. It feels
kind of slimy too in my mouth, but in a good way. I kind of like it! Is
that weird??". I savored it in my mouth.

"No, not at all buddy. I think it tastes pretty good too. I often taste my
own when jerking off."

"Is that what we're doing, jerking off? Is this what you and Uncle Johnny
used to do??" I asked, returning my hand to sliding up and down his cock.

"Well yeah, we used to do this," he replied.

"How does cum taste different? Is it also good?" I asked, pretending I
hadn't taken a little taste of Rob's spunk from the other night at our
sleepover.

"Well it has a different smell, and it's less sweet. It almost has a
bleach-like smell and aftertaste, but not in a totally bad way. Some people
like it, but some people don't."

"Did you and Uncle Johnny ever try each other's cum?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. Sometimes we would try each other's. We used to
'race' each other jerking each other off... whoever made the other cum
first was the winner, and the one that took longer was the loser. Sometimes
we'd make the loser eat the cum of the winner."

"Hahaha well that sounds like fun dad! Who won more?" I asked, all the
while shaking from the hot conversation, as well as the feeling of his
fingers slowly stroking my penis, and my own hand sliding up and down his.

"Hahah well, I was usually the winner. Although I think Johnny sometimes
used to do a bad job jerking me off on purpose so that he would be the
loser. He really enjoyed it..." he trailed off and grew distracted by my
hand. "Keep stroking me Jase, that feels so fucking good". He didn't have
to tell me-- I started picking up the pace of my stroking on his shaft.

"Do you think I can see what your cum tastes like, dad?" I implored.

He was clearly enjoying himself while my little hand pumped up and down on
his big cock.

"Well if you keep doing what you're doing, you might, buddy," he
responded. As hard as his cock already was, I could feel it getting even
harder in my hand. I was starting intently at his cock, and meanwhile
basking in the pleasure his hands were giving to me. I could also see his
balls starting to pull closer to his body.

"Yeah, are you getting close to cumming, dad?" I asked.

"Yes, Jase. I'm getting really close-- don't stop. Keep going...." his
breathing grew more erratic, and I could see his upper body flushing red
from excitement. He stared down at my little fingers pumping up and down
his cock, "a bit faster, Jase, and grip it just a bit more." I took his
direction, tightening my grip a bit on his cock and going faster. I could
feel the heat emanating of his dick into my hand. "That feels sooooo good,
Jason. You're going to make me cum!".

His muscles were completely tight in his chest. I watched as his balls drew
tight against the underside of his groin, and I felt his cock twitch once
in my hand, before his slit widened, shooting a thick glob of hot cum a
couple inches from the top of his cock, falling down onto my hand. I
thought that was it, and then a second thick rope shot out with force,
shooting up against his abdomen, his chest, splattering against his neck
and down on my forearm and hand. The force of it shocked me-- I hadn't seen
anything like that, even in the porn I had watched. As another thick rope
shot out the end, similarly coating his abdomen and shooting up to his
neck. In my shock I pulled my hand away from his cock.

"Don't stop, Jase!!!" he shouted.

I quickly put my cum coated hand back. His cock started to pulse again in
my hand. I stroked up and down as a few more doses of his hot load shot
from his cock. I had never seen that much cum. My forearm and hand were a
mess. I kept stroking it as his orgasm started to subside.

"OK Jase... you can stop-- it gets a little sensitive after."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "does everyone make that much?!" I asked as I loosened
my grip and pulled away my hand.

"Hahahaha, well, no, not everyone. I'm what people call a 'big cummer'. I
think it's all in that thick vein I have!" he explained.

"Wow that's really cool, dad. Do you think I'll be a big cummer, too?" I
asked.

"Hard to say-- your uncle isn't one, but that's OK. It seems to be somewhat
rare-- most people I've been with thought I was a freak of nature. I'll
easily shoot across a bed, and on a good day can nearly fill a glass half
full. Your mom loves it."

"So that's what you did inside of mommy to make me?" I asked.

"Yup, I filled your mommy's vagina with it, and that's what made you,
Jase. In a way, it's part of you. Pretty neat, huh?" he explained.

"Wow that's pretty cool! So can I taste it, dad?".

He hesitated a bit in thought and answered, "sure-- but only if you really
want to Jase. I don't want you to do ANYTHING you don't want to though."

I slowly drew my hand to my mouth and stuck my tongue out, licking across
them a bit before I put my index finger into my mouth and sucked it off. It
tasted a lot like Rob's cum-- salty and sweet, but somehow different from
the precum from earlier. Whatever funkiness that had was multiplied by 10x
in his cum. I loved the warmth and texture. I moved onto my middle finger,
sucking it off and quickly swallowing.

"I really like it, dad," I said, moving from my fingers to licking it off
the back of my hand, and then from my smooth forearm.

"You do?! Well help yourself-- it's good to know what you like! Your uncle
used to lick the stuff off me!" There wasn't any way I was going to miss
this opportunity.

"Can I lick it off you?" I asked.

"Sure, Jase. If you like it and want to, I'm OK with it."

His abs were the area most coated in it-- I leaned in and started slurping
up his cum with my mouth pressed against it, moving it around to get all
the big globs. I moved my way up his chest, licking and slurping. He seemed
to be enjoying it, smiling as his boy made sure not to waste any. As I
finished lapping up what was on his torso, I looked down at his cock, still
hard, coated in cum. I looked from his cock back up to his face.

"Can I, dad?".

He hesitated a second. I could tell somehow that this was crossing a line
with him, but still he didn't put up much resistance, "sure, but careful,
it's really sensitive."

I couldn't believe the luck I was having today. I got off the couch and got
on my knees between his hairy legs. His cum coated cock was right in front
of me. I noticed a glob of cum on his balls and quickly lapped it up before
moving up to his shaft. I gripped his shaft with my hand and slid it along,
gathering as much cum as I could and pulling it up to the head. I put my
mouth around the head of his cock and sucked the cum away from it.

His body jerked back, "whoa there, buddy--- that head is really too
sensitive." I pulled my mouth away from his head and licked what I could
from down his shaft. His penis felt so hot in my mouth. It drove me wild.

"Well, how about you, buddy. Do you want me to get you off as well?" my dad
asked.

"Sure, I'd love that!"

"Do you know what a blowjob is, bud?" he asked.

"Is that when you suck on someone's penis?" I responded.

"Yes, it is. It feels really good. Much better than hands. When we got a
bit older, your uncle used to give me great blowjobs. I'd love to give you
one if you'd like. Do you want me to give you one?" he asked. I nodded in
reply. "Well, sit back down-- just relax."

I sat down on the couch. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as my dad
knelt before my little hard cock. He first licked up from my little balls
to my shaft, sending electricity through my body. He then took it into his
mouth and slowly started sucking up and down on me. I had never felt
anything like it.

"Oh dad, that feels so good! Keep going."

He kept going, sucking up and down on me. I was already so horny; I knew I
wouldn't last long before I orgasmed. My penis slid all the way in and out
of his mouth, and before I knew it, I felt my body begin to tighten and I
bucked my hips upwards into my dad's face. He kept going as I rode wave
after wave of dry orgasm. He slowed his pace and pulled his face away from
me.

"What didjya think, buddy? Feel good?"

"Oh dad that felt awesome! Can we do this again??" I asked.

"Well I think that could be a lot of fun. But only when it's just the two
of us, and again, this has to stay our absolute secret."

"I know!" I shouted back. "Can I give you a blowjob too?!?" I asked.

"Hahaha yeah I think we can arrange that, but I need a few minutes of
downtime before I'm ready to go again. It's also part of puberty. How about
we clean off and have some lunch?"

Relucantly I nodded. He stood up naked, still hard, and headed for the
bathroom. I pulled up my pajamas and followed suit.

I couldn't wait to see what the future held.