Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:25:00 -0700
From: j griffith <joessage@prodigy.net>
Subject: Dad's Workouts, Plus

This is a story told to me during several talks with a guy on a 1-900 line.
He was pretty consistent during our talks, so I believe he was telling me
the truth.  If you don't like this sort of thing, go somewhere else. ALL OF
THE USUAL CAVEATS APPLY!!!


griff773@prodigy.net


Dad did calisthenics in our basement every weekend and whenever he found
the time during the week.  The weekends were the most dependable. So, when
I was eight, I started getting up early ands going down to watch him.
Sometimes, he'd have me sit on his back when he did pushups and often this
would end in wrestling with him. He never wore anything, but his boxers.

The main reason why I decided to go down there is because I shared a room
with a brother who was five years older than I was and sometimes, during
the night, I would become aware that my dad was in his bed lying flat and
that my brother was sitting on top of him and moving around and groaning,
and other times his head was down in the middle of dad's body and moving
his head up and down.  Being too young to know what was going on, I would
roll over and go to back to sleep, but as time went on, I became aware that
dad was telling him what a good boy he was and how good he felt and I
became curious.

Well, as I said, I went down to the basement and would watch dad work out
and wrestle with him.  One time when we wrestled, his cock came out of slit
in his boxers and was right by my face. I got curious and took the soft
head in my mouth.

"Do you like that?", he said, and his cock started to grow.

He made me stand up and he stood in front of me and began to play with
himself. Fully hard, it was nine inches, not very fat, but long. He
wouldn't allow me to suck on it but made me stand right in front of it with
my mouth open. He came in my mouth, much to my surprise, and when I just
stood there, he said, "You're supposed to swallow it".

This went on for some time until he decided that it was time for me to suck
my brother's cock, which was about seven inches He would make me strip in
the middle of our bedroom and kneel in front of my naked brother.  They
would both make fun of how little my dick was. My dad would then make me
suck my brother off. While I was doing that, he was rubbing my bro's. back
and generally feeling him up even though he was fully clothed himself and
never got into a threeway.

As time went on, my bro let me know that he didn't like the sucking very
much but wanted to fuck me.  I let him a few times, but he was very rough
and always wanted to do it dry.I don't remember being fucked by my dad,
although I do remeber feeling like I had to take a shit and nothing but a
little liquid came out. this was always when I had been with my dad. I
guess I blocked it out, if it happened at all.

This was how we lived. Sometimes doing one thing and sometimes another
until I was thirteen. Then it stopped, without explanation and my dad died
a couple of years later; again no explanation.

Author's note: I couldn't get any more details from him nor a reason why
they stopped. His bro lives in the Midwest and is married with kids. They
never communicate with each other.

griff773@prodigy.net/joessage@prodigy.net