From: D One Subject: HIS DAY Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 21:57:33 GMT The divorce happened years ago. I lived with my Mom until I turned thirteen. "He's at an age he needs a male influence" she said to my Dad on the phone. I was pissed. Either she didn't want me around or I was in trouble. At that age it was a mixture of anger, confusion and general self consciousness. It wasn't enough that I was having trouble adapting to junior high school with all the senior high school people around. We were considered the "kids". Then too, I had these strange images in my head whenever I jacked off..which I did allot. At first it was just to feel good..to feel new sensations as I touched myself all over..let alone my balls and cock. And the fantastic sensation of erupting deep inside me when I exploded was new, wonderful and one which I kept wanting to experience. As time and many jacking off sessions passed by, images of guys went through my head. The kids in my gym locker room, the older kids I had seen naked as they changed for various team sessions. The Olympic athletes I saw on tv, even Hulk Hogan and other wrestlers who showed off their amazing bodies. I was confused. "Let's have him visit you more" was her suggestion and I knew I was destined to give up my weekends almost all the time now to take the bus to the city where Dad lived. It wasn't that I didn't like him..in fact, I loved Dad. And the one weekend a month I spent with him was always fun...even if all we did was clean his house or rake leaves.....let alone go places like theme parks, bowling alleys or even ball games. And it was weird that during my many masturbations, sometimes wrestling with Dad as a little kid, sharing the shower with him at the Y or even being spanked on my bare butt were memories that went through my head. So for two years, I spent almost every weekend with him now. Our time together was special but also grew ordinary. I helped him around the house more, learned about working on his car, went grocery shopping with him and occasionally stayed at home alone while he went out on dates. And of course, I jacked off there. There was something about his house that aroused me..probably because it was kind of different, newer then my home with Mom. At the age of fifteen I was about to enter 10th grade and Mom suggested I think about finishing high school with Dad. "It's a much better school, and your Dad wants you too" She stopped then added "I do too, but for a boy your age, you can learn so much more from a Man then a woman" I guess I complied because I knew they wanted me to. And the thought of hanging out in my underwear which I did at Dad's place began to be important to me too. "Anyone home?" I called out. The door was opened. I had gotten angry at Mom and left a day early grabbing my back pack and heading for the bus line. The cab ride was a short one..I had taken it many times before. And Dad's car was in the driveway..but there was no sign of him anywhere. I put my backpack in the room Dad always kept for me..it was to be my home now. I realized that Mom hadn't even talked to me about visiting her regular after I moved in with Dad. At that moment, I hated her. I heard some sounds and went down the hall past the bathroom and saw that Dad's bedroom door was ajar. I looked inside and heard sounds that were unmistakable. I had never seen men and women have sex other than photos and an occasional porn tape I saw at friends houses. I looked inside just to see Dad and whomever do it..after all he was to be my roll model I rationalized. I watched seeing my Dad naked.....he was sweating and moving his hips just as I saw in some porn tapes. He held the ankles of whoever he was screwing. That was strange but it was all educational for me..so I tried to see who it was and how they were doing what they were doing. I heard a voice beg Dad to fuck them....wiht a fuck me harder Daddy and other things like that. Maybe Mom was right, I thought....I had lots to learn and Dad was the person who could teach me. I wondered what he thought about when he was my age jacking off..and when the time was right, I'd ask him. I hoped he'd tell me it was normal to think of men as well as women. My cock was aching for my own attention and I pulled at it through my cutoffs. Then the person getting fucked reached up and pulled Dad's nipples. I pulled at mine too....and winced. It hurt..but was erotic too. My cock was hurting it was so hard now. Then the person Dad was fucking lifted their head..and I was awestruck. The face was that of a kid....a boy....about my age or a bit older...he was begging Dad to fuck him harder and harder. I wanted to run away...but I was transfixed watching Dad fuck the up turned butt of this boy. I finally left....not because I was confused or embarassed but the sight of two men fucking was such a turn on, I was pouring out precum like piss and was afraid I'd stain the rug and Dad would find out. I went to my bedroom and jacked off three times.....and fingered my ass while doing it..thinking of seeing my naked Dad fucking another kid. It was amazing. "Hey I didn't know you were here" Dad woke me shaking my bare shoulder. I had fallen asleep from my exhausting jackoff sessions. My body was under the sheet..so Dad didn't know I was naked or could see the wet stains I had put on the bedding. Dad seemed a bit nervous..I didn't reveal I had seen him....I didn't want to get in trouble. I told him Mom and I had a fight and I left early. "She told me...your trunk will be on the bus tommorrow. We'll go down and get it" I sauntered to the dinner table in my gym shorts and nothing else.....Dad was there and so was the kid I had seen. "This is Charley. He takes care of the yard. I thought you two should meet" I had mixed emotions..tried to be civil and yet was jealous..and turned on. He was cute, sexy and part of my mental images I used when masturbating. I never told Dad about it...but figured it must be part of what kind of life Dad had and that was his business. I lost Mom and didn't want to loose Dad. But whenever I jacked off, that image of Dad and Charley made me go nuts and shoot one hell of a load. I lived with Dad for two years. He went out on dates, I had new friends thanks to Charley introducing me around in school. It turned out he was an ok guy..and I kept the jealousy feelings I had in check. I know that Charley and Dad went "shopping" sometimes as they called it..getting things for the yard. Their two or three hour trips would end up somewhere where they would probably fuck.....and I'd be at home thinking about it..jacking off...again and again. Charley introduced me to Karl. And Karl introduced me to sixty nining. "Dont' tell your Dad, but he can help you have lots of fun as he did me" Charley said to me. Charly and Dad went on one of their shopping trips and Karl suddenly appeared looking for Charley. I gave him the tour of the house, yard and my room. Karl had already peeled himself out of almost all his clothes while we were outside saying it was too hot. In my bedroom he used the weights and showed me things about doing it..his hands on my chest, arms, butt, legs and stomach. My cock ached for release. "Here let me show you what I showed Charley once" he pulled down my shorts and sucked my cock until my sperm was all over his face and chest. "Want to try it?" he had his dick out and I hesitantly tasted another guys cock. He taught me how to do it..and soon I realized I loved dick. Karl and I often got together especially when Charley and Dad were out "shopping". "Come on over" Charley said and gave me the address. He was diving into the motel pool when we got there. Karl and I had brought our shorts and were soon joining the fun, wrestling and playing around. I was suprised how all the motel staff knew his name. We three showered in Charley's room and Karl was soon kneeling in front of Charley and sucking cock. "You ought to try him..he's very good" Karl pulled me over and despite Charley's objections I was soon sucking the cock that had been my Dad's toy too. We three spent the afternoon sucking each other..fingering butts and I watched as Karl fucked Charley. It was as if I were in my Dad's bedroom watching him fuck Charley and I jacked so wildly they thought I had gone nuts...my sperm splattered all over them. "First time seeing guys fuck?" Karl asked. "No" I answered truthfully. "Dad, you ever play around with other kids when you were my age?" I asked. He looked surprised, troubled and then said it was time for a long talk. "Yes" he had played around with other boys....it was experimental he said. It took him a long time to realize what his sexual lifestyle was. He said he was bisexual...but that I would be whatever I would be..it had nothing to do with him. I wanted to tell him I knew about him and Charley. I wanted to tell him I had been having sex with Karl and Charley....but I remained quiet and he didn't ask me. "Just don't overdo things" he said patting my bare shoulder, then added "looks like you have quite an erection from our little talk....let me see it" I put my thumbs in my jockeys and showed my Dad my hard hard cock. "Looks like mine" he lowered his own shorts and showed his hard cock too. "Like father like son" he said and I was learning that to be true beyond his meaning. I was going to graduate high school and spend the summer with Mom before going to college. Charley had graduated the year before me and Dad's weekends away from home told me he was visiting Charley..though he never admitted it. Dad seemed a bit sad, if not lonely and I knew it.....I had a half a year left before I graduated and went back with Mom for the summer. It was a cold January....the snow had us trapped indoors...his work and my school were closed for the weekend while our little city of Buffalo shoveled out. Thank god we had food and despite our faulty heater, we used the fireplace and each other to keep warm. To make matters worse it was Dad's birthday and usually I treated him to a night out, dinner and theater or whatever..but I hadn't had the time to go shopping and we couldn't leave the snowed in house.. "Come on, let's shower and go to bed.....we better share before the hot water heater runs out" He stood naked in the shower as I walked into the room to share it with him. "Looks like you're ready" he said to me...my erection was pointed at him. "I have a special birthday present for you" I stammered. He looked at me and I soaped my hands and began to lather him. He moved my hands away. "We better not" he said. "It's ok Dad......I know what I want to do" I said and he stared at me....as I returned to worshipping him as I imagined Charley had done for years. I touched the body I had wrestled with in a different way. I felt it....teased it....played with it. He remained silent as he returned the exploration of my body...I bent forward as he lathered my buttocks....and his finger found it's way into me. I sighed and told him I loved him. We dried off and without words got into his bed..where I kissed his hairy chest, nursed no his nipples, whispered I loved him in ways I couldn't desribe in words. His cock and balls were responsive to my tongue. His lips were all over me. I think he muttered "Charley" a few times but then stopped. I didn't reveal that I knew what he said. As I looked up at him and saw his chest glowing ... lit by the moonlight reflected off the snow outside...I began to beg him... "fuck me daddy" again and again..there was an odd look in his face at first then I kept smiling and telling him I loved him..which I did..and I kept begging him. He lost himself as he fucked me harder and harder and released himself inside me. I lay there in his arms..content that he was mine...my Dad....my lover and glad that Mom had made me move in with him. I wondered what Charley would say..and felt a bit victorious...and laughed at the jealousy I had had for years. I moved my buttocks back against my Daddy's cock and balls......feeling the meat there with my sensative buttocks..hoping it would harden and find itself into me again and again before the snow melted...before I graduated..before I left...before I grew up. I turned my head and kissed Daddy on the lips.."Happy Birthday" I said. He whispered "Thanks son" and I hoped he meant me..not Charley. But I didn't really care...Charley wasn't there..I was...and it was Dad's birthday..his day.