Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 13:38:38 -0500 From: Jeremy Ellington Subject: Lessons From My Dad-1 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. Lessons From My Dad Chapter 1 Mom left a long time ago, saying something about `the way Dad was', but I didn't understand what that was all about. I was only 8 at the time, 12 now and about to turn 13. A real teenager! Wow! Last time they checked at school I was 5'6". I was slender and I had a flat tummy, and was beginning to get some definition because Dad had some weight equipment that he showed me how to use, but he wouldn't let me do too much because he thought I was too young to use heavy weights yet. I knew I was gay a few years back, around the same time I realized how infatuated I was with my father. Dad ran his own maintenance company, was tall at 6'4", about 240 pounds, hairy and built really well. He used to work in construction before he got his own business up and running, and he just kept his build as he got older. He was only 17 when he got my mother pregnant, so he was just 30 now and looked great. He had dark red hair, from the top of his head down to his toes, very masculine yet really sweet and loving with me. Dad would go out every once in awhile, and his sister, my aunt April, would come sit with me until about a year ago. By that time he felt I had shown enough responsibility to be left on my own. Aunt April didn't like that, she was worried about both Dad and me; him because he was `alone', and me because he left me alone. Dad told her we'd be okay, so she grumbled off and on about it but that was the end of that discussion. I went out of my way to help around the house, had my own chores, and was even able to get some odd jobs around the neighborhood to bring in some cash. Dad insisted I open a bank account, but I still used some of the money to buy groceries when I knew we were low on stuff and Dad hadn't had the time. We never talked about that, but I could tell he noticed when we `suddenly' had milk and bread, and I could see that he was kinda proud of me. Dad would come home from work smelling...well...oh god he smelled so good! I know that a lot of people, mostly women, would be offended by his scent after a long day, but I loved to inhale him as he walked in the door and grabbed me up to give me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. I would usually have something started in the kitchen unless he had called ahead to tell me he was bringing something home. I didn't have a great variety of things I could cook, but I tried new things from time to time, and Dad always seemed to appreciate my efforts. He would start to peel off his clothes as soon as he walked in the door, on his way to the fridge to pull out a cold beer. I got to where I would trail behind him after my hug, picking up his clothes and burying my face in them before setting them near the utility room to be laundered. Dad would plop himself down in his favorite chair and lean back with his beer, while I knelt down to untie his boots and pull them off. I had been doing that since I was little, and back then I didn't have the strength to get those boots off his big feet so we joked around with me facing backwards and him putting one foot on my butt to push, while I pulled the boot off the other foot. I used to giggle so much because I usually ended up flat on my face, and he would laugh at me and pick me up into his lap while he kicked the boots off himself. Now that I am older and stronger, I can actually pull off the boots without falling over, but Dad said I didn't have to take them off him anymore. I begged him to let me because I wanted to show him how much I loved him, so we did it the boot-to-the-ass way, but he started to call me `boy' when we did it and pretend to be all rough with me. The socks came next, and by that time he had his pants undone so I just pulled them off him and he sat back in his shorts, beer in hand. I eventually got to where I had started to massage his feet, but one time when I just got up to put away his clothes he stopped me and said "Boy, you're not done yet." I looked at him with a question on my face, then he glanced down to his feet and back to my face and I grinned and said "Oh! Yea! Yes Sir!", and gave him his foot massage while he groaned his pleasure. When the oven timer went off I would go fix him a plate and bring it to him, then go back and get my own, and we would either talk about our day or watch television. It wasn't at all unusual for me to see Dad naked on his way from his bedroom to the bathroom, or to the laundry room looking for clothes out of the dryer. When I was young I had no problem staring at his big meat and huge balls, of course my genitals were so small that Dad's looked extra-enormous to me. I walked around in my shorts all the time too until a few months ago when I started getting hard all the time, plus I had started to grow some hair under my arms and above my cock. (Dad told me all the different slang names for my penis when I was very young after he got tired of hearing me say `wee-wee' like my mom had taught me. He also told me when and where I could use those names in public.) I started to wear a jock and sweats and a t-shirt in the house, and Dad just looked at me strangely for about a week. I must have bent over too far when I was taking off his boots one night because he saw the top of the jock, then he had to know what was going on. "Sean, what's up with the sweats? It's hot as hell in here." I immediately felt myself get hotter and redder. I couldn't believe he had called me out so quickly when I thought I had found the solution to being embarrassed. "I'm okay Dad, I'm comfortable, really." "Sean you're sweating and you're all red! Take those damn things off now!" "Okay Dad, I'll just go change" I mumbled quickly. "Now!" Crap! I pulled the t-shirt off as quickly as possible, trying to keep my arms at my side so he wouldn't notice the pit hair, then I slowly pulled the sweats off to reveal the perspiration-stained jock. "Okay buddy, what's going on? Is something wrong? Did you strain something?" "No Dad, nothings wrong, I just...I..." and I turned redder than before when I realized I was popping a boner right there in front of my Dad. Dad looked at my face, then his eyes caught the bulge in my jock. I was 5" when I was hard, and of course, a small wet spot started to form right where the head of my cock was poking at the jock. I sat down fast to try to hide it, but I looked up in time to see the big grin stretching itself across my Dad's face. "Sean! Have you been hiding your wood from your Dad?" "Dad, I'm just so embarrassed, I mean it just won't go down sometimes, and I didn't want you to have to see that, you'd think I was a freak or something," I wailed. "Shit son, why would you think that? Its just us guys here, you've seen me naked all your life, and hell son, a Dad has a right to be proud as fuck when his son starts popping wood! You're getting to be a man son!" "But Dad..." "But nuthin Sean, you're almost a teenager! Teenage boys have a hard-on until they go to college for fuck's sake, it's like your job to get hard son! Every one of the guys around your age and older at your school has the same damn thing happening that you're having right now, I absolutely guarantee it! Hell, my prick didn't go down until I got your mother pregnant, how did you think you were born anyway," he chuckled. "C'mon son, we've talked about sex before, you know all about what goes on." "Yea Dad, but I didn't know it would be like this! What am I supposed to do with this?" Dad just stared at me for a moment, then his eyes opened wide and his eyebrows shot up. "Aw shit son, I did forget to tell you about that didn't I. Christ, what was I thinking! That's the best part about getting hard son! You get to jerk off and cum!" Now I had heard about jerking off from other boys at school, and of course I laughed and nodded along with them, but honestly, I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. And Dad was right, we'd had all kinds of birds-and-bees conversations ever since I was old enough to ask, but he really didn't think to tell me about dealing with a teenage boner! I guess the expression on my face told my Dad I still didn't have a clue. "C'mere son, lets go in my bedroom, I know I have a video or two of guys jerking off that you can watch." Say what now? Dad had videos? Of guys jerking off? I mean yea, we had a house rule that if a bedroom door was closed it meant you had to knock first and be invited in before you entered. I mean we usually always had our doors open all the time, but Dad did occasionally close his at night, at least for a little while, but he would eventually open it before morning. When I was little I wasn't real fond of thunderstorms, but I had mostly outgrown them unless they were really loud, and I spent my fair share running into his room when I got too scared to be alone. But videos? Is that why the door was closed? I often wondered why he closed it but never asked. He pulled a box from the top shelf of his closet and started rummaging through it. I never knew it was there, but that was just one more thing about Dad and me. We respected each other's stuff, and it would never occur to me to go into his room and look around, other than for dirty clothes or stray dishes or glasses to be washed. That's why I never asked him why his door was sometimes closed. I just knew from an early age about respect. As far as I knew, Dad never went into my room when I wasn't there for the same reason. Dad rifled through the box a minute then raised a video box up in the air. "Ah, here's a good one! Here son, pop this into the CD player and watch it. Here's some lotion in case you want to use it, and here's some tissues. I'll head out to the tavern and give you some time alone bud," he grinned at me, then he threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped his big feet into some shoes and off he went. I just sat there, dumbfounded. I mean all this happened in such a short span of time! There I was pulling off my Dad's work boots, and the next thing I know I'm sitting on his bed with hand lotion and a box of tissues and the TV remote. Okay. Well, I guess I should take a look at this video. I looked at the box he handed me. `One Armed Jacks' was the name on the front, and it had a picture of a very muscular guy with just his torso and face on display, but with his right arm heading down towards his crotch. I put the disk into the CD player, turned on the TV, and lay back on Dad's bed. There was a bunch of legal wording that I couldn't fast-forward through, then all of a sudden some music started, and then there was this good-looking shirtless guy looking at himself in the mirror. He started to run his hand over his chest and then played with his nipple. I copied him and DAMN! Who knew the sensation of playing with my nipple would make my cock get hard in seconds! Then the guy reached down and popped open the buttons on his jeans...no underwear...and slid them down. Out jumped his semi-hard dick. He reached down and started to stroke it. I pulled mine out of my jock and did the same. Oh. Oh my. I shuddered...fuck this felt good. His cock got completely hard and he started to stroke the whole shaft, and again I copied his movements. I started to get this really strange feeling, almost dizzy and lightheaded, but very aware at the same time. I stopped stroking my cock and just watched the guy. His hand started to go faster, and I saw some liquid dripping from the head of his cock. He smoothed his hand over the head and added that to the shaft, moaned, and started stroking again. Ah! That's where the lotion comes in! I grabbed the bottle and squeezed way too much out onto my cock, and then started to copy the guy on the video again. Oh! That was even better! I matched the guy stroke for stroke until I saw him start to squinch up his face and moan really loud. Then he shot. I mean he SHOT! Stream after stream of thick, white liquid literally shot out of the tip of his cock and plastered the mirror in front of him. When I saw that I felt my cock getting harder, then the most amazing feeling rammed through my body! I realized I was stretching my legs so far out in front of me my toes were curling, my ass clenched, and my body just jolted, over and over. I thought I was light-headed before! This new thing was way more out of control, I felt like I almost passed out. When my body slowly stopped convulsing, I was able to open my eyes. I could see that the video guy was gone, and now a new guy was sitting by swimming a pool in his board shorts and was rubbing his crotch. I was still semi-hard, and thought I would watch what this guy does now, then I realized something. No white stuff. I looked down at my crotch...nothing but the remnants of the hand lotion. Oh fuck! I broke something! Mine doesn't work. Oh shit! I'll have to go to the doctor, maybe to the hospital. How am I gonna tell my Dad? WHAT am I gonna tell my Dad?!? "Um, hey Dad, can you call 911 for me, I think I broke my dick." I grabbed a few tissues and started to wipe the lotion off my cock when I heard a noise outside my Dad's bedroom window. I looked up...SHIT, his curtains were open! I never thought to even check that, I was so caught up in everything else. I grabbed my jock to cover myself and peeked out the side of his window. Nothing. I quickly turned off the CD and the TV, put the lotion and box of tissues back on the table by Dad's bed, and ran to my own room, slamming the door shut behind me. I checked to be sure my curtains were closed, then I flung myself on the bed and cried. I mean I sobbed! I can't face Dad. I can't tell him I broke my dick. Mind you, it didn't feel broken; in fact I didn't feel any pain at all. I didn't quite know how a dick gets hard, but I guessed there weren't any actual bones in there. Even still. Dad thought I was becoming a man. Now I never will. A few minutes later I heard Dad come in the front door. I could hear his footsteps. He walked to my room...and he stopped. I held my breath...please don't knock, please don't come in, please don't ask. After a few minutes he walked back to the front of the house. I could hear him turning off the lights, locking the door, then going into the bathroom. I could hear him piss, then brush his teeth, then he went to his own room. Suddenly I could hear thunder in the distance. Oh great! I hate thunderstorms! Of all times to have one, now, when I couldn't face running into Dad's room to snuggle up to him and feel comforted. I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep. It came a lot faster than I expected...I was exhausted. I conked out, unaware of the storm that came on quickly, rain pelting the side of the house, washing the cum off the siding under my Dad's bedroom window that was left by my Peeping Tom. I woke up to my alarm the next morning still in my jock, still sprawled across the top of my bed. My mouth tasted terrible and my pillow was wet. I started to get up and noticed the jock, then my breath, then the pillow. Then the memories came flooding back. I fell back to the bed and shuddered. I fell asleep in my jock, crying, and hadn't even brushed my teeth. I broke my dick. I was a gay, almost-teenager, with a broken dick and a very soon to be disappointed father. I didn't know what I was going to do, or what to do first. I slowly climbed out of bed and pulled off the jock and looked down. Other than the marks the elastic had left on my skin from the tight jock, my crotch looked fine. I had morning wood in fact. Maybe I didn't break it after all. I had to piss, which means I had to brave the world outside my bedroom door. I couldn't remember ever leaving my door shut all night before. Dad has to know that something is wrong. Maybe he will let me get to the bathroom and piss, and brush my teeth before he starts asking questions. I slipped on some boxer shorts and walked to the door as quietly as I could, and slowly opened it. I didn't hear anything, so I slipped through the door and speed-walked to the bathroom and took care of business. I padded over to Dad's bedroom. The bed was empty with the covers thrown back. I slowly walked into the kitchen. There, on the table, was a note. "Sean, Don't worry about dinner tonight, I'm gonna stop for Chinese. I know what you like, no worries. See you later. Love, Dad" WHEW! He had already left for work. I pulled a bowl and some cereal out of the cupboard, got the milk from the fridge, sat down and ate slowly. I wondered if he left early because he couldn't face me either. Now that was something to consider. Maybe we won't have to talk about this at all. Who was I kidding, nothing came out of my dick last night, something is wrong, and I have to ask him. My Dad had never steered me wrong, and maybe he'll know what to do. I felt a little better, finished my cereal, put the bowl in the dishwasher and put everything else away. I walked back into the bathroom and started the shower. When I started to soap up I got hard again. I thought, what the hell, maybe I'll try again and see if I get a different result. I stroked my cock, thinking about the guys in the video. Both of them had been smooth- chested, and yea they were cute and all, but my mind drifted to my Dad's hairy chest. Damn, the next thing I started to shudder again, and BLAM, I had to grab onto the shower door to keep from falling as that exquisite sensation ripped through me again. I quickly looked down...no white stuff. I sighed, rinsed off, climbed out of the shower and got dressed for school. I walk to school, its only 10 blocks away, and I always meet up with whatever neighborhood kids are walking as well, so there was an accumulated group of 9 of us by the time we got there, all too young to drive and way too young for older siblings to be caught dead driving us in their own cars. School moved so slowly, everyone at the lunch table chattered away but I only half listened, trying to formulate the conversation I knew I would be having with Dad tonight. I walked home afterwards, stopping by the store to replenish the milk I'd finished that morning, then headed on home. As I got closer to the house I realized that Dad's truck was in the driveway. He was home already. He's never home before me unless...oh god, unless something has happened. I started to walk faster, then broke into a run, the milk sloshing up and down in its container. I fished my keys out of my pocket and shoved them in the door only to have Dad open it before I could even turn the handle. "Hey Sean, why are you all out of breath? Hey thanks for getting the milk, you know I would have forgotten. Everyone should have a son like you buddy!" I just stood there staring at him, blinking away the sweat from my eyes. He was standing there, smiling at me, very relaxed...and fully dressed. "What's happened Dad, why are you home already, is someone hurt, did something happen?" I blathered out in one long, run-on sentence, now out of breath. "No Sean, everything's fine, calm down little buddy! Can't a Dad come home early to see his own son?" I slumped in the doorway, Dad grabbing the half gallon of milk before it hit the floor. "Dad, I can't remember the last time you got home before me, I was so worried when I saw your truck!" Dad looked at me, the smile vanishing from his face, and I realized I had tears in my eyes; that wasn't sweat any longer. "Sean, no, honey I'm sorry, oh man you were worried, I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that. Baby I'm fine, I just was thinking about you more so than usual today and wanted to be here early tonight. I thought we'd go out for Chinese instead, but maybe that was a bad idea after all." I grabbed my Dad around his waist and hugged him with all my might. "No Dad, I'm the one who should apologize, I just overreacted. Why don't I just heat something up here though? I need to talk to you tonight, and I sure don't want to do it in a crowded restaurant." "Sure buddy, yea, we can totally do that. Even better, I'll just order us a pizza, that way nobody cooks and we can talk all you want." "Thanks Dad. Um, if you wouldn't mind putting the milk in the fridge I'm gonna take a quick shower, I'm all sweaty now" "Sure Sean go on ahead, I'll order the pizza." I wandered into my bedroom and peeled off my shirt, which was now soaked to my skin. I finished getting undressed and started towards the bathroom, then stopped. I wasn't sure what to wear. Normally I would just walk to the bathroom naked, I mean I was gonna shower after all and that's what both of us do. Maybe I shouldn't. We don't own robes in this house or anything, we're either in our shorts, we're clothed, or we're naked. I decided to act natural, slid off my shorts and went in to run the water. I stepped in under the water and soaped up, and of course I boned up. Sheesh, how do teenage guys do this all day, ANYthing gets me hard. I ran the cold water to try to get it to go down. That only half-worked, then I had to get out because I was getting too cold. I toweled off, then wrapped the towel around my waist to head back to my room. I lay down on the bed for minute. The next thing I knew I could hear the doorbell. I must have fallen asleep and that must be the pizza guy. I jumped off the bed and then faced the same clothing dilemma. I decided to pull on a pair of boxers that I quickly realized had to be my Dads, I must have messed up when I put away the laundry. I decided that baggy shorts were best in my ever-hard condition, and wandered out to the kitchen. "Hey bud just in time, pizza's here, and now it's my turn to change. Grab me a beer and get yourself a soda and set us up in the front room, I'll be right back." I did just what Dad asked, and while I was dividing up the first couple of slices each, he came back into the room in just a pair of boxers himself. He stopped in the middle of the room and chuckled. I looked at him and saw he was looking at my shorts. Shit, did I pop another boner? Am I so used to it now that I don't even realize it? I looked back at him he looked at his shorts, then back at mine and started laughing. I looked too and realized; we were both wearing the same shorts. Dad bought 2-packs of all his shorts, and I was wearing the matching pair. "Uh, son, I know you're a growing boy, but do ya think maybe my clothes are still too big for you?" His eyes twinkled when he said it so I knew he wasn't upset or anything. "Oh, no, I must have put a pair of yours in with mine from the laundry. I thought maybe I just stretched one of mine out." "Well, we look kinda good together so hey, no harm no foul son. Let's dig in, I'm starved!" We wolfed down our slices and our drinks without a word between us, so I went back to the kitchen to get more drinks and to just bring the whole pizza box back with me to save a trip. I was handing Dad his beer when my too-large shorts just fell right down my legs. My hands were full, I couldn't grab them, I couldn't stop them. I looked down to see the shorts puddle around my feet, and immediately felt myself blush from head to toe. Dad just started cracking up, then looked at my face and tried to suppress his laugh. I practically threw the pizza box on the floor and grabbed for the shorts, spilling some of my soda in the process. "SHIT! FUCK!" I didn't know what to do next, plus I realized I just threw the `S' and `F' words at my Dad for the first time. "Well, if that's the kinda dinner atmosphere you want to have Sean, I'm all for it!" He grabbed his shorts at the waist, yanked them off, threw them on the floor next to mine, and sat right back down again. I just stared at him while he nonchalantly leaned down to snag a couple more slices of pizza out of the box. I love my Dad!!! He completely diffused the situation and didn't bat an eye at my language. I grabbed a couple of slices for myself, and settled back down in my chair with my soda, grinning so hard I could hardly chew. "So Sean, how was school? Do you have any homework you need to worry about?" "No Dad, I had some math and history, but I finished it all in my last period study hall." I got great grades, and Dad knew I wouldn't lie to him about homework anyway, so I asked him how his day went. "Eh, some days are a lot like the rest Sean. We're just finishing up a project so Carl and I worked on the specs for the next 2, and I think we're ahead of the game this time." Carl was my Dad's chief engineer and had been Dad's best friend since high school. Carl had never married – Dad said he didn't have the temperament for it – and he and Dad would go out to the Tavern every other Friday or so to let off steam. Dad always came home before it got too late, he was never one to leave me alone for the night and Carl and I got along okay, even though I could tell Carl wasn't really sure how to deal with kids so much. Dad never left me alone with Carl other then the amount of time it took to go off and take a leak, and I figured it was because Carl didn't know what to talk about with me. Between us we polished off the pizza, so I grabbed up Dad's empties, the box and plates, and carted everything back to the kitchen, still stark naked. I got Dad another beer then settled myself back into the chair and handed Dad the TV remote. "Sean, let's not watch TV tonight, at least for awhile. You said you wanted to talk to me and I have to admit, I wanted to know how you made out last night with the video and everything." Dad didn't look at me when he said this, and I figured maybe he was embarrassed about bringing up the subject. Oh. Yea. How could I have ever forgotten. I heaved a huge sigh. "Dad...I think I broke my dick" Dad's eyes got big and he started at me for a few seconds. "What?!? Sean, what do you mean? Son, are you injured?" He looked down at my crotch, looking like he expected, I don't know, to see a cast or something. "I don't know Dad. I'm not in pain or anything. It's just. Well. I don't think it works right." "Sean, I'm not following. I saw your hard-on yesterday, it looked like everything was in working order to me buddy! You've got nothing at all to be ashamed of down there. To be honest son, I think you may be bigger than I was when I was 12." "No Dad, it got hard and everything, and I watched the video, and I even used the hand lotion, but...well...nothing happened!" Dad looked a little funny right then. I mean he looked like he was really embarrassed this time so I stopped talking, thinking I was giving him too much detail. Crap, Dad isn't as comfortable talking about this as I thought he was, and now I'll never know what's wrong with me. "Sean, um, I don't understand. What do you mean nothing happened?" "Dad, I jerked off just like the guy in the video, and I sure got all turned on and everything, and yea my body felt like I had been electrocuted or something, but..." "But what?" "Dad, the guy in the video shot stuff out of his dick, all over the mirror in front of him, a whole bunch of it, and it just kept shooting and shooting, but nothing came out of mine! Nothing at all! I don't think mine works right. Maybe it was me, maybe I did it wrong, maybe I broke it. Dad, I'm not gonna be a man!!" I sobbed all of his out in one big breath then dropped my head into my hands, defeated, not wanting to see what Dad's expression was upon hearing that his son wasn't gonna be a man. "Sean, no, oh no Son, you're fine! Of shit, I really fucked this up by not explaining this better to you; SHIT I'm a lousy father!. I never should have left you alone last night, I should have just shown you myself but I didn't want it to be weird for you Sean. I couldn't take the chance that it would mess up our relationship," Dad moaned and it was his turn to put his head in his hands. "Dad...what? I don't understand. What would be weird, Dad? Nothing you could do would be weird to me, you're the best Dad ever, don't you ever say you're lousy, don't ever!" "Son, look, you just don't know...well, maybe you do. See, a lot of sons and Dads don't have the close relationship that we have. I sure as hell didn't have one with your grandfather and I have been determined since the day you were born that it was gonna be different with you and me. We're real close Sean and I love that so much, and I don't want anything to ever change that. See son, even though we've always been open about sex, and our bodies, I just thought it would be a step too far for you if I actually showed you how to jerk off, just you and me, so I chickened out and set you up with a damn video when I should have just done it myself." I just stared at my Dad. Yea, I heard everything he said, but what I ESPECIALLY heard was the part about us jerking off together. My dick immediately started to harden! That would have been so great, oh man, now Dad is gonna see my wood. "Dad, please stop beating yourself up about this, I understand what you're saying I think, and Dad I would never have thought it weird for my own Dad to show me how to be a man. To be honest Dad, I was kinda hoping you would. But is that why nothing worked?" "No Sean, see here's why I should have told you more. You are about to be 13 and you are gonna be a man son, sooner than you realize, but what you saw in that video was cum Sean. The stuff that came out of that guy's cock was cum, ejaculate, semen. And you have to be a certain age, no, make that your body has to be at a certain maturity before that will happen. Its different for every guy Sean, but the fact that you are getting hair under your arms and above your dick, and that you are getting hard all day every day, means that its gonna happen soon for you...shit son, it could happen any day now. A lot of kids just have sexy dreams and spunk off into their sheets while they're asleep and don't even know what happened when they wake up and the bed is wet, or worse, their sheets are stuck to them. That's why it's best to learn how to jack off, that way YOU control when you cum, and when you actually produce the white stuff, it's on your terms, not your sleeping subconscious. And all of this...shit...all of this is what I should have told you a long time ago, and I'm sorry Sean, I truly am." Again, I heard everything my Dad said, and I felt badly that he was upset with himself and I was gonna tell him it was okay and how I was so relieved that I didn't break my dick but...he saw the hair on my dick? "Um, Dad...I have to be honest with you, I have kinda gone out of my way to NOT let you see the hair under my arms and especially around my dick. I was afraid you would tease me about it or something, like I saw some guy do to his kid at the pool last summer. When did I slip up and let you see it?" Now it was Dad's turn to blush from head to toe, and the look on his face was almost like shock. He closed his eyes, and sighed. "Sean, I lied to you last night, and once again, I am as sorry as I can ever be for letting you down son. I am so very proud of you Sean, every day, you are such a good son, you just don't know. I've got guys working for me who complain about their `brats' all the time, how they won't mind, how they won't help around the house or do chores, how all they do is say gimme, gimme, and here you are, just the best son anybody could ever ask for. You are none of those things those guys complain about, and you just can't imagine how much pride I have for you. And well, even though I very stupidly shoved a video in your face and ran out of the house last night...well...I just couldn't miss this for the world son. I didn't go to the Tavern last night. I snuck around the house and peeked in on you through the bedroom window. Sean I just had to witness my boy's first experience jerking off! I know a lot of people would think there is something really wrong with that, but I just couldn't help it. You are my whole world Sean, and I hope to god I haven't fucked it up even more by admitting that I spied on you. And yea, that's when I saw your pubes Sean, and I gotta tell you, I almost started crying, seeing the way my little boy wasn't so little anymore. Please forgive me Sean, forgive me for everything that happened last night, I don't know what I'd do if you didn't." Tears rolled down my Dad's eyes...I couldn't remember when I had ever seen him so upset. "Forgive you Dad?! There's nothing to forgive, I love you so much, I'm so sorry you're upset, please don't cry Dad, you're making me cry and then we'll both be a mess!" I jumped up and ran to my Dad and climbed into his lap like I used to when I was smaller and hugged him as tight as I could. He hugged me right back and kissed my cheek half a dozen times. "And for the record Sean, I would never have teased you over getting your pubes. What that guy did to his son at the pool was mean and horrible, that's the kind of thing that sticks with a kid for years. I know what that's like son, my Dad did shit like that to my brother and me, and that's why we rarely see your grandfather, I just can't stand to be around him most of the time. I promise you Sean, that if you ever feel like I am teasing or making fun of you, you tell me right away and set me straight and I will apologize that very second." "I have wondered why you never talk to Grandpa Dad; it just didn't make sense to me based on how close you and I are. Now I understand, and I'm sorry you didn't have as great a childhood as I have." "Thanks son, that really means a lot to me to hear you say that. It tells me maybe I've been a good Dad after all." I hugged my Dad tight again, and this time I kissed him on his cheek. "Can we start over Dad?" "What do you mean Sean?" "Well, now can you really show me how to jerk off right?" I didn't realize until that moment that my left thigh was sitting right on Dad's cock, but when I asked him that I felt a sudden twitch against my leg and my eyes popped open wide when I looked at Dad. "Oh yea son. I sure can. I can sure do that right now!" I'll lock up the house, meet my in my bedroom." - - - - This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws © 17 USC§§ 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. Placing or posting any of these stories or story on any website, or distribution of any of these works in any way (parts or whole) without the explicit consent of the author is strictly prohibited. Any and all copyright infringements will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. This story is a work of fiction. 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