Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 13:26:56 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-11

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Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 11

As the next few weeks went by I continued to heal until the doctor said I
no longer needed to be wrapped up.  I had asked Dad to save all the
bandages, as I had an idea for a great costume if the need ever arose, and
he just shook his head at me and smiled.  In the car on the way back from
the doctor's visit I bemoaned that fact that he no longer had a reason to
give me a sponge bath.

"You think I need a medical reason Sean," he smirked at me.  "How about I
just get too horny to control myself?  Maybe I've developed a fetish for
sponges!" he said with an evil laugh.

"Uh Dad?  What's a `fetish'?

"Oops!  I let that one slip out Sean.  Oh well, I guess now that you're
healed we can continue with our sex discussions tonight after dinner.  KFC
okay? I don't feel like cooking, and hell, If you get greasy enough I might
have to give you a bath," he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows.

Once we reached the house with our bucket-o-chicken in hand we both went in
and changed into our shorts.  While Dad stopped for a piss I went in and
grabbed a beer and a soda, some paper plates and napkins, then set us up in
the front room.  We finished up most of the chicken so I went into the
kitchen and came back to sit down with another beer and soda for us.

"Ok Dad, class is back in session.  Please explain the word `fetish' to
me," I insisted.

He took a deep breath, stared out to space for a moment, and then began.
"Sean, everyone has something they enjoy in life.  Some folks collect
stamps, some like to sail, bungee-jump, hunt, fish...we all have things
that we like to do that others may not necessarily enjoy.  Well, some folks
have things they like to do during sex that get them excited and turned on,
and it enhances their sexual pleasure.  Now there are a lot of people that
don't need or want anything extra, but there are some who do.  Actually,
there are probably a lot more who do than most folks realize."

He paused to collect his thoughts and looked over at me to see if I was
still with him.  I wasn't sure how this related to the topic of sponges
that came up in the car, but I stayed still to let him continue.

"There are people Sean, for example, who like to be spanked during sex.
There are some people who like to wear specific articles of clothing during
sex, like leather, or rubber, or maybe even something as ordinary as denim.
Regular, everyday sex is sometimes called `vanilla sex' son, because
vanilla is considered a safe, but perhaps boring choice when considering
all the flavors there are in ice cream.  You and I, for example, both like
those black raspberry cones at the ice cream shoppe at the mall.  Some
folks may think we're strange for liking something other than vanilla.
Well, when it comes to sex, when a person fixates on an act, or a type of
clothing or something like that, its called a `fetish'.  Now there will be
people who will claim that a fetish is some sort of perversion and is
wrong, and that, my young son, is pure bullshit.  Whatever gets you off, as
long as everyone consents and nobody is harmed, is usually okay.  Now
having said that there are some things that most people would never be
interested in, it just depends on what you like, and for some people, well
a fetish may not evolve for them for years.  Have I lost you yet son?"

"No Dad, I think I'm following.  Is being gay or bisexual considered a
fetish."

"Hmm, very good question my smart son!  I would say no, not at all.  Basic
sex involves the insertion or joining of one sex organ with another, or if
you're alone, your own sex organ with yourself.  That covers straight, gay
and bisexual experiences.  A fetish would be adding something in addition
to that which would not be considered basic, vanilla sex."

"Okay, so leather, denim...what else is considered a fetish?"

"Well, that pretty much is a wide open category.  People can come up with
all kinds of things that add excitement to their sex lives.  Some are
better known, like the kinds of clothes you wear, or toys you may have,
like toys shaped like a cock which are called dildos.  Some get more and
more away from the mainstream, which is a word I probably shouldn't use
because it implies that it would no longer be a fetish.  I guess someone
who likes to wear leather during sex could point to the number of movies
and stores where you can see or experience leather sex and insist that its
really no longer a fetish just because it has become more commonplace.  Sex
using a sponge, on the other hand, is not something you hear about very
often, so that would still be considered a fetish.  Now please don't ask me
how you would have sex with a sponge, cuz I have no idea."

I giggled at him.  "Whew!  Okay I follow you as far as the definition of
fetish goes, but I was trying to figure out how to have sex with a sponge."

He laughed and rolled his eyes.  "Sean, if there is a way to do it you can
be damn sure that someone out there is doing it."

"So Dad, what are your fetishes?"

His eyes opened up really wide and he just stared at me, then caught
himself and looked away, blushing.  "I don't really know if that's the kind
of conversation I'm ready to have with you yet Sean," he said, finally
making eye contact.  He must have noticed the look in my eyes.  "Sean, that
doesn't mean I don't trust you or anything, it's just that, well, I am your
father, and I don't want us to get ourselves too far into more serious sex
stuff too soon.  I sometimes think we've gone a little too fast, but let me
quickly say that I have enjoyed every second of it!  Besides, if I tell you
everything you won't have as much fun finding out as we go along."

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Good save, Dad," I giggled.

He looked at me for a second and then burst out laughing.  "That *was*
pretty good, wasn't it?"

"I understand what you mean Dad, I just hope that if I stumble across one
of yours you'll let me know.  And by the same token, if there is something
you would like to show me I hope you will."

"Sean, so far you've moved light years ahead of where I was at your age,
and I'm just trying to keep up with you!  I will agree to your request as
long as you'll do the same for me."  He thought for a moment.  "Sean, you
know you already have a fetish of your own."

I looked at him, my eyebrows raised in confusion.  "I do?"

"You sure do.  I think you're more than just a little interested in piss
Sean, especially my piss.  That is a major fetish, not a lot of your
everyday, average folks are into that."

I blushed and ducked my head.  "Well, I don't know what to say Dad.  I know
its weird and everything, but just something about the idea of you
pissing...it just gets me so turned on!  I've...ah...well, I've actually
licked the rim of the toilet after you've been in there.  Oh crap, I really
wish I didn't just admit that to you," I moaned, staring at the floor.

"Sean, first of all it is NOT weird.  It is a fetish, like I said, but
since you asked me already I can admit to you that piss is one of my
fetishes too."

I looked up at him.  "Really?  You're not just saying that to make me feel
better," I implored.

"Do you think I would have agreed to piss on those shorts for you the other
day and watch you suck it out of them, and then grab my dick and jack off
like that from watching you if I was at all disgusted by it?  Hell no son,
piss is a major fetish for me too.  Hell just the idea that you like my
piss is giving me wood, and now I can't get the picture of you licking my
piss off of the toilet out of my mind!"

My shoulders relaxed and I sighed. "I'm so glad you don't think there's
something wrong with me Dad.  I don't really have anyone to talk to about
this, and yea I know you told me I could ask you anything but since it
directly involves you, I don't know, I felt odd asking you about it."

"I really hope you remember this Sean: You can ask me anything under the
sun, especially about sex, but really about anything at all.  I promise you
I won't judge you.  I won't have all the answers, I may caution you, or try
to talk you out of something if I think it isn't something you should get
involved with.  I might outright forbid it son, but only because I love you
very much and I don't want to see you get hurt."

I smiled at him.  "Thanks Dad.  I knew that, but all of this is kinda new
to me and I guess I just had to understand if there were limits to what we
could talk about."

"Good then, we have an understanding.  And Sean, there may be times when I
come right out and ask *you* a question, especially if I see or sense
something going on with you.  I want us to always be open and truthful with
each other."

"You got it Dad!"

"Great.  Now I am gonna ask you a question.  How long have you had this
interest in my piss?"

I thought for a moment.  "Not that long I guess.  About the time after you
taught me how to masturbate I think.  I've always loved how big and tall
you are Dad, with all your body hair and your muscles, and I love seeing
you naked.  You're a real gentle guy, but when we're playing in your
bedroom you get kinda dominate, and that really gets me hot Dad!  One time
I went into the bathroom after you and saw where your aim wasn't all that
good, and it just felt right for me to get on my knees in front of the bowl
and lick up my Daddy's piss for you like a good boy.  I mean I have been
trying to keep the bathroom clean for us anyway, so, I don't know, it just
got me excited to do that."

Dad just looked at me for a minute.  I thought maybe I really had gone too
far this time, then he got a crooked smile on his face.  "I would never do
this, so don't worry, but I almost wish there was a hidden camera in there
so I could have watched you do that boy.  I mean, you kneeling in front of
the toilet, licking up my piss splashes.  Damn I could jack off to that
image and nothing more and still shoot a huge load!"

I glanced down and noticed that he was rubbing the front of his shorts and
it was easy to tell that he was getting an erection.

"Um, Dad?  Are you all finished with your chicken, cuz it looks to me like
there's a different kind of juicy meat that I'd sure like to wrap my lips
around."

"Yea boy, I'm way past thinking about fried chicken now.  Why don't you
clean up in here and I'll get the shower ready.  Join me when you're
finished, and you hadn't better be wearing those shorts...or anything
else!"

I jumped up and immediately started to put away what was left of our meal
while he headed off to the bathroom.  I quickly washed my hands, turned out
the lights in the kitchen and front room and stripped off my shorts.  I
practically ran to the bathroom, but he stopped me before I stepped through
the doorway.

He was standing there in front of the shower, naked, his cock half-hard.
He had a look of pure lust on his face.  "Boy, I just had to take a piss,
and I don't think my aim was too good again.  Why don't you get down there
and clean that up for your daddy," he said, his voice sounding a little
rough.

I grinned and looked down at the bowl.  Sure enough, there were fresh drops
of piss all over the top, in fact it looked like he went out of his way to
leave me with a good supply of his urine.  I dropped to my knees and
crawled over to the bowl.  I heard a quick intake of breath from him as he
watched me.  I bent over and lapped at a small puddle of piss and moaned.
It was still a little warm and it tasted so good.  I dragged my tongue all
around the top of the bowl, making little slurping and moaning sounds.  I
leaned back to inspect my work, then leaned forward again to lap at an
imaginary drop just for good effect.  I slowly turned my head towards him
to see him standing there, his cock rock hard and bouncing slightly with
the beat of his heart, a clear drop of precum dangling from the tip.  I
looked up and he was almost glassy-eyed as he stared at me.  I crawled over
to him and licked at the end of his cock.  "Mmmmm," I moaned.  "Good to the
last drop."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, c'mon, let's get cleaned up so we can get into the
bedroom and I can fucking ravage you," he choked out.  He turned and got
the water going, set the temperature, then reached down and picked me up
and walked me into the shower.  He grabbed the shower wand and soaked me,
then himself.  He handed me a bar of soap and grabbed one for himself and
began lathering his chest.  I washed myself quickly, but when I got to my
butt he stopped me and turned me around.  He soaped me up and slowly slid a
finger inside me.  I grabbed onto his other arm as he wrapped it around me.
He pushed in and out a few times, then he grabbed the shower wand and
cleaned me off.  He ran it over his own body, turned off the water and
grabbed a towel.  He stepped out, pulling me behind him.  He toweled off
then gave me the towel, telling me to meet him in the bedroom.  I dried
myself, hung up the towel, and headed for his room.

When I reached the doorway to his room the first thing I saw was my Dad,
naked, spread-eagle across his bed.  There were a few candles flickering
around the room but that was the only light source.  Even still, it was
bright enough for me to see the lust in his eyes when he turned his head to
look at me.

I remembered how turned on he was when I gave him a massage a few weeks
ago, so I dropped to my knees and started to crawl to the foot of the bed.
I heard him growl at me, wondering where I was going.

When I got to the bed I sat up and took hold of his foot and began to
massage it.  He sighed.  "Oh yea boy.  Your daddy likes it when you treat
him so nice like this."  I licked the sole of his foot.  "Fuuuuck boy,
yea."

"Turn over for me please Sir," I asked, respectfully.  He grinned at me and
flipped onto his stomach.  I licked and massaged one foot then switched to
the other.  I slowly crawled my way up onto his bed, licking his hairy
legs, moving back and forth from one leg to the other.  I could hear his
low moans each time he exhaled.  There was a faint taste of soap, but his
natural scent was overriding that and making my tongue quiver.  I paid a
lot of attention to the back of his knees, which I found were a hot spot
for him cuz his moans got a little louder and his legs shuddered.  I licked
my way up, massaging every newly found wet spot with my hands even as my
tongue kept working towards the hairy globes of his round ass.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed each cheek, massaging and kneading
them.  I pulled them apart to expose his hairy pucker, and then I buried my
face down between his legs to lap at the parts of his balls that were
exposed.  He groaned loudly and began mumbling my name.  I dragged my
tongue up through his parted cheeks and slathered as much saliva as I could
in and around his hole.  I had to hold him down, he was squirming so much
it made it difficult to get my tongue into the prize I was looking for.  I
pointed my tongue and stabbed it right into his hole, then worked my
fingers closer so I could pull his hole farther open.  I flicked my tongue
back and forth up and down, trying not to establish any kind of pattern so
he wouldn't know where it would hit next.  That distracted him enough to
relax his pucker and I zeroed in for the kill, shoving my tongue up as far
as I could, jabbing his hole repeatedly.  He started to thrash around so
much he bucked me off.

"Oh fucking hell, if you keep that up I am gonna soak these sheets with my
load boy," he said, his voice hoarse.

I licked my way up his ass and started to massage his back, licking and
kneading, stroking and caressing.  I rubbed the ball of my hand into his
back muscles, rolling my fist up and down his spine.  By the time I got to
his shoulders I faced a situation I hadn't considered.  I knew I didn't
want to let my very erect dick slide up against his ass.  I wasn't sure
what he would think about it, and I especially didn't want him to think I
was making a move on him, all slicked up like that.  I resolved the issue
by lifting myself up so I was just sitting on his butt, my balls nestled
against his crack rather than my dick.  I heard him chuckle.  I got the
feeling he was reading my mind and was amused by how I handled it.

I massaged his shoulders, then dropped my full torso down onto his back,
spreading out each of my hands to work up and down each of his arms.  I
started to kiss the back of his neck, his ears, everywhere I could.  He
acted like he was gonna roll over so I drew in my arms and rolled myself on
to my back.  He quickly pushed himself up and sidestepped over me so that
he was laying on top of me, barely supporting himself on his elbows so I
could feel the bulk of his weight.  I was trapped beneath this hairy,
muscular man and it just felt wonderful.

He leaned back to look at me.  I was expecting a smile or at least a little
grin, but what I got was a serious expression that immediately made me
worry I had gone overboard.  I waited for him to speak, to tell me what I'd
done wrong, but instead he leaned towards me and kissed my on the lips,
holding our lips together.  He pulled away then pushed down on my lips
again, this time letting his tongue drag across my bottom lip.  I wasn't
sure what to do!  Did he want me to open my mouth and let his tongue in?
Before I had the chance to react, he began kissing all around my face,
giving me little licks here and there.  He nibbled on my ears, then worked
his way down to my neck, licking and tenderly nibbling.  It was my turn to
moan.

He wrapped an arm around me and rolled over, pulling me on top of him.
"Scootch down until your cock is right on top of mine, then lay back down
on me," he instructed.  I did just that and marveled at the combined
feeling of the hardness of his cock and the slipperiness of his precum, all
rubbing against my dick.  "Now grind back and forth boy, jerk your cock off
with mine and I'll grind up against you.  Here," he said, wrapping one arm
around my back and laying the other up over his head.  "Bury your face in
my hairy pit, I know you like it and fuck knows I love it when you do that.
Just keep grinding against me while you're eating your Daddy's sweaty pit
boy."

I was in heaven!!!  His pit smelled of soap and his sexy, sweaty scent, and
the sensation of rubbing our cocks together was incredible!

"You've got me so worked up boy I ain't gonna last long, and I know you'll
be there with me."  I reached up and twisted his nipple. "Oh fuck yea,
that's right boy, hell yes, I'm getting close," he cried.

The feeling of his thick, hard cock rubbing against mine, and the heat that
was being generated between our crotches, not to mention the delicious
aroma of his armpit, had me fighting to stay with him.  I didn't want to
shoot too soon, but I was getting to the point of no return.  I could hear
him groaning and breathing heavier, and it felt like he was lifting me
right off the bed.

"Oh man Daddy, I can't stop it, I'm gonna cum," I shouted.

"Shoot it boy, I'm right there with ya!"

I couldn't take anymore and started to shoot, splattering our crotches with
my load.  The heat from my cum was all it took to set him off as well, he
yelled out and I could feel his cock pulsing with his load.  Our combined
spooge only made it hotter as both of us jerked against each other, spewing
out until there was nothing left.

I lay there on top of him, exhausted and panting, trying to catch my breath
as he did the same.  I slowly lifted myself up off of him and looked down
to see our combined loads smeared over both our crotches.  His pubic hair
was soaked and there was a good pool of jism in his navel.  I lowered
myself down and began licking up our juice, emptying out his navel, sucking
and licking his cock to wash it off, then burying my face in his pubes to
suck out the remainder.  When I finished I dropped to lay on my back and
finish catching my breath, only to have him lick his way down to clean me
off as well.

Dad came back up and plopped down next to me, then reached over and pulled
me into him so we were on our sides, face to face, my head snuggled in
under his chin.

"Sean...when I think back over the last few weeks.  Oh man, between my
fucked up birthday, and you being beaten...oh son I thought I was gonna
lose you there."  I could hear his voice catch.  I turned my head to kiss
his chest, then I snuggled my face into his chest hair.  "I love you so
much Sean.  Even if we never began playing like this, of course, but you
just get me so turned on, and all I can think of is how lucky I am to have
such a wonderful son.  I really mean that Sean, I'm not just saying it
because we both just got our rocks off."

"I know Dad, and I love you very much too.  I sometimes wonder how those
assholes that beat me up would have turned out if they'd had a father like
you.  I know they never would have become bullies, that's for sure."

"Sean, that was a very cool thing to say, thank you very much!  I've tried
to do the best I can being your father, and you saying things like that
tell me I've done a pretty decent job so far.  I'm the envy of all the guys
at work that have sons, they can't understand why their boys aren't more
like you.  Course, if you see the way they treat their sons...I don't know,
I will never understand why people repeat the same mistakes their parents
made, then wonder why their kids react the same way those people did when
they were kids.  Believe me, I paid attention to the shit job my dad did
raising his children, and I am determined to do better by you."

"You have Dad, I'm glad to hear you say that you recognize what a great
father you are.  I will never understand why Mom left you."  I felt his
body tense up just then, and I mentally kicked myself for saying that.
"I'm sorry Dad, I didn't mean for that to upset you."

He sighed, then pulled me closer.  "It's alright Sean, you and I have never
really discussed that, and to tell you the truth, I decided not to say
anything unless you asked.  Seems to me you just did."

"No Dad, if you don't want to talk about it--—"

"Sean, there's no point in hiding it, you've obviously had some questions
about it and I don't want you to think I'm hiding anything from you
regarding your Mom.  To put it bluntly Sean, she left because she knew I'd
had sex with men, I mean Carl and I were friends before I met her, and we
continued to be friends after I got married.  She never liked Carl, and you
yourself have noticed that Carl and I are close.  She could never accept
that I was bisexual, and even though I was faithful to her, and I swear to
you Sean that I really was, she didn't trust me and she worked herself up
to the point where she was snooping up on me when I was working late, or
just stopping off to have a couple of beers with the guys.  She admitted
that she never `caught' me doing anything, but it was just too much for
her.  She also admitted that her jealousy was unfounded but it had taken
control of her.  She decided that she needed a different life."

"I never knew that Dad, and I'm really sorry you had to go through that.  I
can tell you loved her, I can hear it in your voice."

"I did Sean, and it broke my heart to see her turn more and more into
herself, trying to fight her suspicions.  It got so I was afraid to ever be
late from work, I was always calling her to let her know where I was, who I
was with...it just got to be too much son.  As much as I hated to have her
leave, it was kinda inevitable that it would happen.  If it hadn't, I think
we both would have gone crazy from the stress."

I almost didn't ask the next question, but it was something else I had
always wondered.  "Dad...I think I understand why she left you...but why
did she leave...me?"

He sighed and scooted down the bed until we were face to face.  He put his
finger under my chin and held it so I would look right at him.  "Baby, that
is the other question I've been waiting for you to ask, and I want you to
know, right here and now, that she loved you very much, and it had nothing
to do with you not being loved and cared for.  She and I went to counseling
together, and after a few sessions it became clear that not only could she
not handle her jealousy, she also couldn't trust herself to take care of
you the way a little boy needed to be taken care of.  She decided that I
should have custody of you Sean, because she was afraid she would began
taking out her jealousy of me on you somehow, and that scared her to death.
She would never want to hurt you, and even the counselor agreed that it was
the right decision.  I was scared of that too Sean, and I was thrilled that
you would be with me.  Truthfully I would have used any means necessary to
keep you safe, even if it meant going to a judge to have her declared
unfit.  The fact that she made the right decision without my having to
resort to that was a great relief."

"Ok Dad, I understand and I agree it was the right decision.  But...where
is she?  Why hasn't she ever visited, or sent me a birthday card,
or...anything?"  I knew I was tearing up then, and I tried to will my tears
to stay inside but I could feel my face getting wet nonetheless.

"Oh baby," he said, stroking my hair and kissing me on the nose.  "I
honestly don't know where she is.  I tried to contact her family, but they
either don't know or won't tell me.  I've wondered the same things Sean,
and it hurts me to think she could just close the door on both of us,
especially you.  I truly wish I had a better answer for you son, but I
don't and I'm sorry.  It upsets me that her family has never contacted you
either.  They have no idea what a great guy you are and it's a damn shame."

"Its not your fault Dad.  You tried.  Its just something I've wondered
about for a few years now, but I didn't want to ask you.  It doesn't matter
in the long run.  I have you, and I am very happy for that and for our life
together."  I yawned during that last part, which made him giggle a little,
but I'm pretty sure he understood what I said.

"Well, never worry about asking me anything son.  Now, I think you and I
need to get our teeth brushed then climb back into this bed and snuggle
together and snooze.  What do you say?"

"Well, okay Dad, as long as we can get right back into these positions
afterwards, I'll agree to your recommendation."

He laughed, wiggled back to get his feet on the floor then pulled me up
with him.  We trotted off to the bathroom, did our nighttime routine, then
crawled back to bed to snuggle right into the same positions.  I fell
asleep feeling protected and loved, as always.

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