Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 20:31:38 -0700
From: justwriting@soniq.org
Subject: Dad's Porno Mags

Author's Note:

This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any
truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...

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I didn't know I liked doing guys until the ripe age of 11, when I first saw
my dad naked. He wasn't all that attractive; in fact, he was middle aged,
had a beed belly, and slept in his chair from the time he got home from
work until dinner, then was pretty much a grump the rest of the night. At
6'1, he was one of the tallest men I had known to that point. I never
really paid attention to his features, I didn't really care about boys or
girls, so I never really cared about bodies either. Until I was told to
clean the basement, and found them. A stack of Penthouse, Playboy, and
Hooter magazines. They had layers of dust on them in an old box labeled
'high school'. As I am an only child, I knew they were dad's. And it was
like a secret treasure.

Now, this was the 90's. I was 11, and didn't even OWN a computer. There was
no 'streaming porn'. There was only skin mags. And these had it. Enough to
give my 4" a bone.  I carefully looked through a couple, checking the
stairs every couple seconds to make sure no one had come down. I was really
getting hot over these, but knew I couldn't do much about it. I had just
started jerking off, and I knew this would keep me busy for months.

I had to come up with a plan. I quickly picked a couple that sounded cool -
a few big boob mags, and one called CowGirl. I put the rest back in the
box, and stacked it up behind the rest of the boxes I was moving. But these
three mags, they had to go in my room, and they had to be hidden. After a
couple days, i had swapped out a few, and found my favorites. The one where
the girl was getting fucked by the guy with the hairy chest and the big
dick always did it for me. I don't remember what the girl even looked like.

Like any genius, I put them under the mattress for later spanking
uses. And, like any kid who tries to hide that stuff, my mother found it. I
came home from school, and they were gone. Completely missing. I had been
found out. I was about to DIE.

"Paul, you need to talk to him." I heard mom say. My room was right next to
the living room, and though she was talking low, I knew what they were
talking about me.

"Helen, why? He's a normal kid, he figured a couple things out, just like
we all did.. it's not like he's gettin' anyone pregnant over it. He's 12!"
He said, flipping his newspaper and grunting. He always made this sound,
like a rhino huffing, about to charge. It was harmless, but it was an
indication that he was annoyed.

"No, not yet, but you know what this means. He's at the age. You HAVE to
talk to him." She sighed. That sound meant it wasn't a question. It was an
order.

"Fine. Sunday. You go out with your sister. Be gone at least 3 hours. I
don't know what he'll want to talk about."

That was it. In 3 days, I was going to completely die of embarrassment. And
it came way too quick.

Sunday morning, I tried to bolt out the door before the Mom left. "Oh no,
mister. You and your father are going to have some father-son time." She
looked at me, and I sat at the kitchen table. Grabbing her keys, she simply
repeated, "Father-Son Time. Stay put."

Dad woke up, but didn't come out of his bedroom. Instead, he yelled down
the hall. "Mike, come in here. Your Ma wants me to talk to you."

I sulked to his room, and saw that he was still in bed. Weird. Ok. I leaned
by the door frame, and he motioned me to the bed, patting on the bed.

"Look, I know this is weird, and it's not easy for either of us. You know
what this is all about, and I have no idea how to handle this. I'm a Dad,
but I was also your age." He stammered a bit, but I could tell he had a
plan.

"Look," he repeated, "The only way I know how to do this is the way your
Grand-dad taught me. I need you to realize this is man-to-man stuff, and
it's gonna be weird for us both, but I need you to keep your mouth shut
about this. A lot is gonna, you know, happen, but I'm your dad.. so, if you
trust me, we'll get through this. Ok?"

I looked at him, and he waited for my answer. "Uh, Ok Dad." I didn't know
what to say.

"So, we know you got into my pornos." He pulled out the mags. I blushed 10
shades of red.

"Look, there's nothing to be worried about. I know what they are for.. I am
a guy. Hell, I am hard looking at them myself."

At that point, I couldn't believe it. He pulled back the covers, and there
he was. Naked. Hard. I looked away immediately.

"No, now, son. No. Don't be ashamed. We are both men, and we are
family. Here. Look." He gestured, but I couldn't look back.

"Ok, so, this is gonna be weird, I told you. I just don't know how else to
do this." He walked over to the door, where I was starting, and closed
it. Still naked, he walked up to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I
could see his hard dick now, couldn't avoid it. I had never seen a real, in
person, adult dick before - and here it was at my chest level. He got
closer. I backed up a bit, but he grabbed my shoulders. I could see it
clearly. It had to be 7". It stuck straight out, and I couldn't avoid it.

"I'm gonna take off your shirt." To which he did. I kind of resisted, but I
was also not sure what to do.

"Stand up, and take the rest off." I hesitated, but his voice got
deeper. "Now."

I still hadn't said anything, and now I couldn't help but look at him. He
pulled my to a standing position, and his dick was now at my arm, and I
slowly, did as he told me. Did I mention my hard on was at full blast? Oh
yeah. I wasn't sure at the time, but I was really into it.

With us both naked, he sighed, and literally hopped onto the bed, landing
on his side, and releaxed again. "Now, we're both naked. No clothes, no
secrets. You're clearly a developing guy, as your dick has been hard this
whole time. You liked the magazines, which is natural at this age. So, tell
me. We found these three mags under your bed. Show me your favorite pic."

I must have blushed again, and I couldn't even look at them. I turned away
from Dad again, and kept my hands hiding my boner. Dad wasn't having it. He
leaped up from bed, and before i knew it, he and i were face to face, lying
side by side. He faced me, magazines in the right hand, and head propped on
his left. His dick had softened, and it was flopping to the side. He looked
me in the eyes, and I don't know why, but I started to cry. Like, really
cry. Hard. He flipped the magazines out of the way, and pulled me into
him. His belly and dick pressed against mine, and whatever effort I had in
keeping the hard on at bay, was gone. I could actually feel myself getting
hard against him.

"Oh, buddy, it's ok. I was trying to make you more comfortable here, by
letting you know that it's ok. Guys get hard. They like porn. Hell, they
even play around. It happens. Why are you crying..?" He was puzzled. He
hugged my, and casually reached down to my cock. I tensed up when I felt
him. I realize now that he was just trying to stop me from poking him, but
when he touched me, I caught my breath and locked up. I think, then, he
knew.

"Josh," he whispered. "It's ok to like looking at guys. At your age, we all
do." He paused.

He continued, slowly, carefully. "Sometimes, even at my age, guys can be
hot to look at."

I heard his words, and replayed them in my mind. I stopped crying, and
honestly, I don't know why, but I grabbed my dick. I started to jerk off,
in my dad's arms. He kept holding me as I moved my foreskin up and
down. The combination of the emotions and the heat of the embrace just got
me going.

About 45 seconds into it, he stopped me. "Josh, you like dicks, don't ya?"
I just nodded, and he pulled away. No! I didn't want that! I was about to
panic again, but he locked into my eyes again. He reached over, grabbing a
bottle of lotion from the table. He pulled my hand that was vice-gripped to
my dick and squirted a little lotion into my hand.

"Go ahead. Touch it." He guided my hand to his dick. I let him guide me,
and he smeared my hand down the shaft. It was bigger than mine, for
sure. It felt thick, and for a second, I couldn't understand what was
happening. He wrapped his burly hand around mine, and started to stroke
himself with it.

For a while, we just did that. He used my hand to jerk off. I became more
na more composed, and I repositioned a bit so that I could do it myself. He
laid on his back, and let me stroke him. Soon, too soon, he stopped me.

I looked at him. I was on my knees next to him, my hand covered in lube, my
hard-on jutting out like a needy soldier. I didn't know why he stopped me.

"Hey hey, buddy, here's the deal. What we are doing here? This is something
that guys do. It's not supposed to be a Dad and kid thing; but your gramps
taught me what it was like to be with a dude this way, and I wanted you to
learn some things from me. So, before we get to the grand finale here, I
need you to know a couple things."

I looked at him, and suddenly felt 100% comfortable. This was my dad. He
was showing me how to have sex, how to make love. Well, at least that's
what I thought this was. I didn't know there was more you could do with
guys, at the time.

He continued. "First, don't fuck without condoms. There's a ton of bad
stuff out there. And you don't need to make babies yet. I guess, next, uh,
come to me and tell me if you have questions. We can go for a drive. I'll
answer what I can."

At this point, he had pulled me on top of him. I flipped my leg over, and
felt his cock pushing on the back of my ass and spine. it was pretty
slippery, and my own cock was jutting out towards his chest. He took a
little lube and wrapped his hand around my cock.

"Finally, two things." He started to jerk me off. "When you want this
again, I hope you can come to me. There's a lot more I can teach you," he
jerking got faster, and I felt his hips pushing his cock against me. I
could feel his shaft sliding up and down the crack of my ass, and he
started to breathe heavier. I was getting really close, and he knew it. He
held me in place with one hand, jerked me with the other, and I could feel
him tighten up. He was cumming, and I could feel it shoot up my back. It
was super hot, like lava, and it splashed all over. The sensations of that,
along with his now rough fist on mny cock, sent me over. I came in a wave
of pleasure. My whol body convulsed and I moaned uncontrollably as I
shot. I didn't know what 'edging' was at the time, but since I had been
hard for the last 45 minutes, I came like crazy. I couldn't seem to come
down from the orgasm, and kind of fell over onto my father.

He laughed, and told me later that I hit him in the face.

My father and I talked more easily after that. And yes, he taught me
more. Apparently, Gramps taught him quite a bit as he grew up. Dad says
he's straight, but from what I've seen, felt, and know, he could easily
have been bi. But that's another story, and his youth, it's just not how
men were.



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