Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 11:33:57 -0400 From: bearman610 Subject: Dad's Smile Although this story reads like fiction, I can assure you it really did happen. I lived it and should know. Once started, dad and I continued our sessions on and off for many years. Had I not lost dad about 8 years ago in a traffic accident, it would still be going on. We both enjoyed it and the bond it created between us. Not exactly lovers, but more like best buds who shared a secret. The only other living soul who knew about it was dad's younger brother. But that is a story for another day. Dad's Smile By famaffbear@comcast.net I had lived alone with and was raised by Dad, since I was about 5 years old. He was only about 19 years older than me and was an OTR trucker. When I was very young, his sister would stay with me when he had to travel. He was a brawny, man, about 6'2",220 and covered with hair.He really was what you'd call an Alpha Male and he exuded sex from every pore. When he was home with me and it was just the two of us, he rarely bothered with clothes and I got quite used to seeing him in just his boxers or nothing at all. Of course, I was always fascinated with his dick. It was about 7" soft and uncut, with hair growing all the way up the shaft. I loved watching it swing from leg to leg as he walked around the house. His hairy nut sack always hung low and his dick would rest there when he stopped walking. When I was about 10years old, I came to understand just why his dick fascinated me so. Around that age my best bud from school, Bob, and I started to play around with each other. Walking home from school one day, I followed him into an alleyway and then behind a building 'cause he said he had to take a leak. I needed to as well so we both stood there and pulled out our dicks. When we finished he didn't put his away so neither did I. He started to stroke his and I saw it get hard. I did the same. He suggested it might be more fun if I pulled on his while he pulled on mine. I was more than willing. Over the next few weeks we did this often and soon we were sucking each other. I can't remember who suggested this change but again I was more than willing. Of course at that age, neither of us actually would shoot (that happened about a year later) but it still felt great and we took every opportunity to make each other feel good. Anyhow, these experiences sure gave me a better understanding of just why I found Dad's tool so interesting. Trust me, it wasn't just Dad's either. I took every opportunity to look at men's dicks. I peeked in public rest rooms (it was easier back then 'cause most of them had long troughs instead of separate urinals). I especially loved going to public swimming pools and would spend more time hanging out in the men's changing room than I did in the pool. But I would always compare them to Pop's pecker, It was his I got to see the most as he usually displayed it freely around the house. It was also his that I liked the best. I think on some level he was both amused and flattered that I couldn't keep my eyes off his dick. He'd often catch me looking and would just smile. I remember once, I guess I was about 12 or 13; I was sitting in an easy chair reading a book for school. He came into the room naked, walked to the side of the chair, propped one of his legs up on the arm and started a conversation with me. When I turned to answer him, there was his hairy cock and balls right at eye level and less than a foot away from my face. Needless-to-say, I wasn't very successful in making eye contact with him as we spoke although I knew I should. When we finished talking he just walked away, but turned around and flashed that smile. A few weeks after that, I had a birthday and instead of a big party, I was having my buddy Bob come for dinner, some monster movies on TV and a sleep over. Of course, Bob and I got little sleep! We both work early in the morning and were lying in bed stroking each other under the covers. The headboard of my bed was against the same wall as the door to my room. I was on the side nearest the door and was looking at Bob's face and enjoying watching the pleasure I was giving him. Soon, however, I saw the color go out of that face. He mouthed the words, "Your Dad!" and I turned to find Dad standing in the door way. We hadn't even heard him open the door. Although, I'm sure he had to notice what we were doing under the blankets, he just smiled that smile asked how we had slept and what we might want for breakfast. He never said a thing about it to me even after Bob went home later that morning. About six dayss later, it happened. It was a Friday night and Dad had gone out for the evening. I was old enough now not to need a sitter so I was home alone. I watched some TV and went to bed. Sometime after 2am I woke up with a stiff dick and a big urge to piss. Naked, I walked down the hall to the bathroom and walked in. There was the old man sitting on the john with his pants down around his ankles, slowly stroking his rock hard dick. I had never really seen him erect before. His dick had swollen to about 8 and a half inches and the foreskin was pushed back over the thick head of his cock. I could easily tell from the smell of the room that he was very drunk! I could also tell he was very horny. He noticed me standing there yet he didn't stop working his cock. He just looked at me and smiled. I suspect the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions. The fact that he was so drunk gave me courage. I also started to work my boner and began to inch my way closer to him on the john. We were both just staring at each other now and smiling. When I got in front of him, he stood and started to bang his dick on mine. Realizing it was now or never, I sank to my knees and took his big hairy tool in my mouth. After two years of doing Bob, I was far from a novice and soon I could hear Dad moaning and knew he was enjoying what I was doing. Shortly however, he gently pulled my head off his head and stepping out of his pants, he backed away from me. He turned and walked to the bathroom door to leave. "Well, that was fun while it lasted!", I thought to myself still kneeling on the bathroom floor. When he got to the door he turned and smiled at me then walked down the hall toward his bedroom. I followed him a few minutes later. My desire to finish what we had started was greater than my fear of what I was doing. When I got to his bedroom and slowly pushed open the door the room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. Dad was lying on his back naked in the center of the bed. He had thrown one arm over his face and was still fondling his hard dick with the other. His legs were spread wide and his nuts hung down over his furry asshole. I crawled up and the bed and stretched out between his legs and started licking his dickhead again. When I went down on him again he moved his hand from his dick to the back of my head. I started to work him faster and he moaned and bucked his hips as he fucked my face. He slurred, "Yeah, suck my fuckin' hard dick and get ready for my load." Soon I could feel his body tense up and he began to shoot. I had never taken a man's load and wasn't ready for it. I thought he'd blow the back of my head off when the first gush hit the back of my mouth. It was too much for me to keep up with and I couldn't swallow fast enough. His spooge ran out of my mouth, down his shaft and matted the fur around his dick and on his nuts. Almost immediately after the final spurt, I could feel him relax and could hear him snoring deeply. He had passed out from the booze. His dick softened and slid out of my mouth still slick with his cum. I began to clean him up, licking the juice from his dick, balls and wherever else it had ran. Then I laid there just taking in the sights and smells that were available being so close to his crotch. I woke up the next morning still laying there between his furry legs with my head resting near his cock. I stuck out my tongue and again began to lick him as I rubbed my face in his bush. His dick began to stir again and get hard. Soon it was standing on its own again and I put my lips over the head and took it in my mouth. After just a few bobs up and down on his knob, I felt Dad's body jerk and he woke up. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. I replied, "Just what I did last night and you didn't seem to mind it then." "Was that you? I knew someone was sucking my dick. You were pretty good and thanks for helping me out Buddy. But you don't have to do it again if you don't want to." "And what if I want to?", I asked. "Well then, you can do it whenever you'd like to and long as we don't tell anyone about it.", he replied. I looked up and him and said, "You bet!" He smiled and so did I as he guided my head back to his swollen cock. That was my first sexual encounter with my old man, but it wasn't the last.