Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 19:18:22 -0500 From: Eric L Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 - Peter at age 10 I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 - Peter at age 10 A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest ***ADULT FICTION*** by Eric L. Email, send to Eric: dad_peter_story@hotmail.com THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L. _________________________________________________________________ I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 *IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!* ```````````````````````````````` PETER AT AGE 10 _________________________________________________________________ "Petey, I guess that's enough for today." Then we stopped touching each other, but it was so good. "Ok, dad." "That's my good boy," dad said smiling. ______ My dad loves me. I'm always sure of that. And I love him, too, but I also have other feelings for him. When I see his chest, I get hard--but when I was little, my hand would go down there and I would touch myself and squeeze. The past two years dad has given me a great sex education, and he says it's not stopping, it'll keep going. It's been slow, but good. Now that I'm ten years old, I feel very grown-up in what I know. And I know a LOT more than any of the other boys at school. Every day, I wait for dad to come home and get naked with me, let me rub myself on him, and he helps me cum with the way he touches me and moves his body against mine--well, I move, too. A lot of times, we start in the shower. I kinda miss my baths, but dad and I can do a lot more in the shower. I can't wait to see dad cum--he said I could, someday. My dad is very handsome. He is 6 feet tall, I think, and weighs about 175 pounds. He looks like about 21--which his old but not really that old. I love to look at dad's golden skin, dark blue eyes, and wavy blond hair. I look a lot like him, I know, but I don't think I'll ever be as cool and good-looking as dad is. I still call him 'daddy' sometimes, and it makes me feel really, really good to call him that. Sometimes I get a boner calling him that--and he knows it, too. It's so cool to watch where his eyes go when I call him 'daddy' --because he knows I might get hard. If he sees me hard then we usually go do something. But in the shower, I love that I can wash him if I want to. I love washing his big dick the most--and that's because when I was little, I thought it was so cool that it would grow. I still do, but now I know more about it. I think dad's about eight inches and pretty thick, but not like WAY thick. I'm about three inches, but not thick at all. He's tan and slim because he does a lot of outdoor work. The guys at school complain they have to go hide when they wanna jerk off, and they worry they're gonna get caught. Not me! It's so cool--when I get horny I can go to right to dad! And if he's horny he'll come to me and say something. It's all private stuff, so I don't tell anyone, and that's real, real important. I love having a big secret and I'll never tell anyone else. I know, it's supposed to be all criminal and everything, but that can't be really true--dad and I love each other and feel so good. We touch each other a lot in the shower. One Saturday morning, when we had the whole day to do anything we wanted, we had fun in the shower. I had to wake him up, first. "Dad! Wake up! Come on!" "Wha--who?" "Daaaaaddddeeeeeeeeee!" "Oh, it's you!" I giggled real hard. "Yeah! Who else?" "I give up, who?" "Come on, dad!" "Lemme sleep, five more minutes." I crawled into bed with him, rubbed his front and back, pulled his dick out of his boxers, and put mine on top of it. I rubbed really good and got daddy nice and hard. With my hands on his big chest and my penis rubbing on his, we were both feeling those good feelings, right away. "Mphurrff! Not fair, Peter!" dad said, all muffled through the covers. "Ha ha!" Then I licked his nipples. "Oh, Petey, uwwwuurrgghh!" Dad made a funny sound because I tried something new--I bit his nipples a little, PLUS rubbed under his balls--both at the same time. "You make me feel good, dad," I said, knowing that really I was making HIM feel good, and the new thing I did really got to him, and that made my boner jump. So I made sure I kept rubbing it real good against dad's big dick. When my boner slipped off, I rubbed his with my fingers. "I can make you feel even better," he said, with lots more energy than before. I guess he sorta woke up, more. "I can make YOU feel better." I was hoping I could. I mean, I knew I could make him feel good, but I'm not sure how good. "Okay, son, let's hit the shower. My dick can't take much more of your teasing!" "Teasing?" "Yes, and stop pretending you don't know!" "Why?" "Because you do know." "Why?" "NEVER MIND!" "Oh." Then we both laughed. In the shower, we washed each other, and dad washed my dick and balls extra good, but in a way that really teased me. "Ahhh! Ohhhh, that feels good--mmmmm, oooooo! Is this what you mean by teasing?" "Yes, you know it is, son--now how do you like it?" "Makes you wanna really cum," I said, even though I couldn't shoot yet when I came. "That's the idea." "What about jerking off? You keep telling me you'll teach me later, later. When's later gonna come, dad?" "Okay. Maybe it's today." "Yay!" ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. In the bedroom, I was a little nervous, and stood next to the bed while dad lay down. "Pete--come on up." I climbed up and sat Indian-style, staring at him. "You look cool, dad." "Thanks, Peter. Now I need to tell you something right at the start. I'm going to teach you how to do this, but I don't want you doing it just any old time. You do it with me, or with my permission--never when you're by yourself. You have to promise." "Okay, dad. I promise." "Now take this tube of KY, and smear some on your hands, and put some on my dick." Dad already taught me what KY was. "Dad--I get to jerk you off first? Yeah! But um, can't we do both at the same time?" "My little horny boy! Sure, Peter, just this time we can't do it that way--because this is your first time and I have to teach you." That's when I rubbed the stuff on his dick. Dad was so hard, and he was shaking a little. His dick was really red, so I knew he liked the way I was doing it, and I knew he was really horny like I was. I put the KY on him like he said. It was cold and slippery, and I didn't like the way it felt on my hand. But dad seemed real happy to have me put it on his boner. I let all my fingers just wiggle around, hoping that would feel good, too. "Okay--what now?" "Two hands, Peter, like this," dad said, doing it to himself, long enough for me to see how I should do it. My hands weren't big enough to use just one, so I had to use two. I started copying what he did--used my two hands to stroke up and down his awesome hard dick. "OH! Slow now, Pete, real slow." This was a lot more fun that rubbing together, but rubbing was special, too. I kept stroking and watched daddy's face looking like it was feeling so good, just like when we rub together. "Peter, lean back--I'm gonna cum!" "Cum?" I knew what cum meant, but I didn't think it could happen this quick. "Yes!" ---------- DAD: I shot the hardest cum of my life. A great stream rose up, hitting Peter in his hair, and on his cheek, more struck him in the chin, and splattered on his chest. I loved my son greatly. I watched and smiled as he giggled with delight at the spurts of liquid he was seeing. With Peter and his cute little face and body, my focus was drawn tightly to him. There was no way to fantasize about anything else but his innocent face and perfect little body--so an orgasm became almost a pure, heavenly thing, besides being stronger and hotter than any orgasm without him. ---------- "Wow! That was so fast, dad! And all that STUFF!" "Your hands! They did it!" "DAD! That is SO cool to see!" "Good. So, what did you learn?" "Well, um, I learned that you were right when you said that when you grow up, your cum shoots out far, and there's lots of it." "Good. I get to do it to you now, Peter. Then you should be ready to try it on your own." "Really? You're gonna . . . do it to ME? I always liked it when dad touched my dick, but when he spread the KY on me, I yelled. "Is it too cold, Petey?" "Nooo . . . it just feels so good, dad." Dad was using three fingers on my dick and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Dad's other hand was flicking my balls just right. Pretty soon, dad was using a lot of fingers on my little bone, and it felt so good I made noises. "Urraaghhh . . . ahhhhhh!" Well, mine wasn't little, it just looked little next to dad's. "It's a good thing it's just the two of us Peter--all that loud noise you're making," dad said, and then he stopped jerking me. "Dad--no, don't stop!" "Try it on your own, Peter, see how you do." "Ahh! Oh! Oh, man that's--Ahh! It's good, but--" It was good, but way hard to control. "Don't worry, Petey--you just have to learn to grab it right. Here, son--let's wrap that up for a while." "Wrap it up? No, WAIT! Dad--I don't wanna stop!" But dad put these big wads of cotton all over my penis. I couldn't feel anything. "Peter--I need you to see how long you can wait before you cum." "WAIT? No--no, dad, PLEASE!" "I have to see how manly you can be by waiting. You did fine on all the other man-tests I gave you." "Dad, no! I'll be manly on everything but this, okay? I gotta finish, really bad! I can't wait--I can't!" Dad gave me one of those looks where you know you can't go against him, or mess around. I always hated it when he did that. Then, dad raised his eyebrows. "Okay, okay, dad. How long do I have to wait?" dad_peter_story@hotmail.com CHAPTER END: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 2 (of lots, I hope) I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me, THANK YOU for reading. TO THOSE WHO WROTE TO ME: THANK YOU. (Emails longer than a few words will get a reply. If you write to say, "Great story, thanks. Please keep writing," I naturally assume you're cheering me on but aren't seeking a reply.) All other emails should get a reply. I try not to open SPAM, whenever possible, so please let me know your email is NOT spam by putting "PETER STORY" or "WANTED DAD" in your subject line. If you are expecting me to answer your email and you get no reply, it's likely because you forgot to put one of those phrases, or something very similar, in your subject line. 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