Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 13:32:14 -0400 From: Jeremy Ellington Subject: Lessons From My Dad-6 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. This story is completely fictional and written only for 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 6 I pulled our sheets out of the dryer and separated them so I could make the beds. I dumped Dad's sheets on his bed then took mine in to make my own bed. When I finished there I headed back to his room to make his bed, and having put on the sheets I grabbed the end of one of his pillows with my teeth to slide the pillowcase onto the other end when I heard the front door open. I head him call my name. "I'm in your bedroom Dad," I yelled, half so he could hear me and half because my mouth was still holding onto his pillow. "Uh, what are you doing in there Sean?" he asked, with an odd strain to his voice. I didn't like the sound of his voice. I hoped he hadn't overdone it and was sick again. "Just putting the clean sheets on your bed Pops," I yelled out. "Oh, okay," he said, sounding a little relieved for some reason. I heard footsteps and looked up, and there he stood with his work partner Carl standing behind him. "Hi Dad, hi Carl, I'm almost done here," I cheerfully said, placing the covered pillow on the bed and grabbing for the second one. I again grabbed the pillow with my teeth so I could keep my hold on it while I slipped on its case. I looked up at both men to see a look of astonishment on Carl's face and a look of amusement on Dad's. I dropped the covered pillow in its place on the bed then looked back at the two men in the doorway. Dad's expression hadn't changed but I saw Carl's eyes scan down my body. Dad tilted his head at me and raised an eyebrow. I didn't get it at first, then I quickly realized that I was standing in his room in just my little boxer briefs. I must have turned red from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and felt my mouth open in shock. Dad saw the look on my face and quickly steered Carl away from the bedroom, turning over his shoulder with, "We thought about going to a drive-thru to pick up some grub to eat out at the park son, how about you throw on something comfortable and join us, I'm sure you're hungry too." I could hear Dad saying something else to Carl, and his response, but I was rooted in my spot beside Dad's bed. I couldn't remember if I had ever been that exposed in front of another person other than my Dad and my doctor. I don't know how long I had been standing there but Dad must have been keeping an eye on the hallway because he poked his head back into his door. The look on his face changed from impatience to concern when he saw my expression. He seemed to sense something. "C'mon Sean, I'll go with you to your room and we'll find you something to wear." He came over, put his arm around my shoulder and half walked, half pulled me out of his room. He must have felt it when I cowered back behind him to stay out of sight because he turned himself to block my view of the front room and hustled me into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. "Sean, are you okay," he murmured to me, the concern still evident on his face. I finally looked up at him and whispered "Carl just saw me in my shorts. I was practically naked!" Dad smiled and helped me sit down on my bed. "Sean, please don't be upset. First of all, Carl is a guy, just like us, and he has seen plenty of other guys in their underwear. Second, next year you'll be starting gym class where you'll be required to change your clothes alongside the other boys in your class. I think I know what you're feeling right now but you will need to get used to wearing very little and even showering in front of other guys very soon. I'm sorry we surprised you like this, I guess I should have called ahead and I apologize for that son. Please trust me, in another year you will realize how little a deal this really is." "But Dad....the way he looked at me," I said, still whispering. "What do you mean, Sean, he and I were both surprised to see you in your drawers, yes, but it really isn't a big deal." "No Dad....you didn't see his face. He looked at me...well...sorta the way you look at me sometimes when we are...um...in your room together." Dad's expression became more intense as he looked at my face. He then looked at the door, then at the floor, then back at me. I could tell he was thinking about this, but I had no idea what it was that was going through his head. "Sean...uh...I think that maybe Carl was just as shocked to see you with so little on as you were to be seen in that condition. I have to admit I was a little nervous when you first said you were in my bedroom, that's why I asked you what you were doing. I didn't want you to be...you know, laying naked on the bed or something...with Carl here. I'd say we were all surprised by everything, and again I'm sorry for not giving you a phone call warning. I'm sure everything is fine, let's get you dressed so we can get something to eat. Will that be okay Sean?" I could tell there was more on his mind than what he was saying, but I didn't want to press the issue with him. Maybe I was overreacting, I mean he was right about me having to change into gym clothes next year, and I was nervous about that already and it was a half a year away. I gave him my best smile. "Sure thing Dad, is it cold out, should I wear jeans?" Dad was visibly relieved at my acceptance of the situation and agreed that jeans would be the best way to go. I grabbed a pair from the laundry I had just finished, pulled out a long-sleeved shirt, some socks and my sneakers. I told Dad to go ahead and go back out to Carl while I finished getting dressed. When I came out Carl glanced at me then turned away really fast. I guessed he was a little embarrassed too, so I just put on that smile again and said "Ready men?" Dad jumped up, grabbed his keys and we headed out the door. I guess the original plan was for us all to ride together because Dad was surprised when Carl said he would drive his own truck and meet us there. Carl took off before Dad could really protest. "Well, I'm not sure what that was all about, but anyway," was all he said on the matter. "I thought we'd get fried chicken and some sides, how does that sound?" he asked as he was backing out of the driveway. I agreed, so off we went. About 20 minutes later we pulled up next to Carl's truck at the park and we got out, our food purchases in hand. We headed towards the picnic benches looking for Carl but didn't see him anywhere. Dad muttered something about Carl having arrived first, so he should have already staked out a spot for us and should have been waiting. Luckily there were plenty of available spots so we picked one and started to unload our food. I realized that I should have peed while we were still at the house and told Dad I would keep an eye out for Carl on my way to the rest rooms. I walked past a softball game on my way to the men's room and paid just enough attention to see if there was anyone playing that I knew, but the kids looked to be a few years younger than me. I made my way around the back of the closed concession stand to find the bathroom. I went in and stood in front of one of the urinals to do my business. As I stood there I could hear some whispering coming from one of the stalls. They were quiet but I could still make out enough to determine that it was a young boy and a man. I didn't really pay much attention because I just figured it was a father and son from the softball game taking a pee break. All of a sudden the child's voice got louder and I heard him say "No", the cubicle door slammed open and out raced a boy who was indeed dressed in a baseball uniform. Then I heard the adult say "Fuck!" and even though it was only one word I recognized Carl's voice right away. I stood there, stunned, then tried to push my pee out as fast as possible. I could hear clothes rustling, a belt buckle clinking, then I heard the sound of panting and what I was pretty sure was Carl masturbating. I heard him grunt several times. That was all I needed to hear. I zipped up my pants and without thinking flushed the urinal. I heard Carl say "Hello?" and I turned and rushed out of the men's room, running until I made it past the softball field. I slowed down to a fast walk all the way back to where Dad was sitting with the food. Dad saw me coming and grinned at me. "You better hurry up son, I've almost eaten all the food! Did you see Carl anywhere?" I sat down alongside him and just tried to catch my breath even as I did my best to look calm. "No, I didn't see him." Now, that wasn't a lie, I didn't actually see him. Oh I heard him all right, and I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing, but since Dad didn't ask that question, I was going to avoid saying anything more. About that time we could see Carl walking towards the picnic area, so Dad waved his arm and yelled to him. Carl looked over at us and smiled, and started to jog over. "Where the hell have you been Carl, we thought for sure you'd be here waiting on us? I hope the food hasn't gotten cold," Dad yelled to him. Carl came up and sat opposite us. "I had to use the restroom, then I got caught up in a softball game that's going on over there. Sorry, I lost track of the time." "I'm surprised Sean didn't see you then, he went over to use the head too," Dad said, looking at me. Even though I was doing all I could to just stare at the food I could see Carl's head snap around in my direction. "Oh really," Carl said. "I don't know how we missed each other." I just kept chewing, looked up at Dad for a second, then devoted all of my attention to a squirrel that was running up a nearby tree. Dad just chuckled and told Carl to dig in. Dad and Carl talked a little bit about what they got accomplished at work that day, surprising me because I thought he was going in to check over what Carl had done while Dad was sick, and I didn't expect that Carl would be there too. I stayed out of their conversation and avoided looking in Carl's direction, especially since I could feel his eyes on me. I was certain that Carl had paid very little attention to the softball game and probably spent the entire time in the bathroom, which meant that he had to know we were in there at the same time. I was afraid he suspected that I was the one who flushed the urinal and ran out. After we finished eating Dad suggested that we head over to catch the rest of the softball game. Carl seemed to get a little nervous at that suggestion and begged off, saying he didn't realize how tired he was until after he ate. He helped clean up then got in his truck and took off, barely saying goodbye. I could tell that Dad was annoyed by all of this, but he and I decided to stick to his plan and go watch the ballgame for a bit, especially now that he too had to take a piss. I sat on a bench behind the ball field while Dad headed for the men's room, and I looked at the two teams of boys who were playing. I zeroed in on the boy who I saw run out of the restroom and watched him as he kept glancing around. I got the feeling he was looking for someone, and from the way his eyes darted about, it looked like he was not too sure he really wanted to find him. I saw his eyes open wide quickly for a moment while he was looking in the direction of the concession stand, then he settled back and I saw his shoulders sink down in a sigh. I looked over to see my Dad coming my way and knew that the little guy thought my Dad must have been Carl for a moment, then relaxed when he figured out that he wasn't. Dad stopped by my bench and asked me if I wanted to stay for the game or head on home. I told him I wasn't really interested in the game, so we went back to the parking lot, climbed into the car and headed for home. When we got home Dad said he felt sticky from being out in the park so he was going to take a shower. He looked at me, wiggled his eyebrows, and asked me if I wanted to take one too. At first I didn't understand, so I told him to save me some hot water. He gave me a look, rolled his eyes and wiggled his eyebrows at me again. I still didn't catch on. "Sean, do you want to take a shower...with me?" I looked at Dad again, then I got it. "Oh! Yes, I would," I grinned, immediately pulling off my shirt and reaching to unzip my pants. "Finally," he said. "I didn't think my horny son would have to have it spelled it out for him, sheesh!" "Aw c'mon Dad, we haven't taken a bath together since I was a little kid, how was I supposed to know," I whined. "Just get *nekkid* and get in here," he said, running into the bathroom and turning on the water. He and I were both completely stripped at the same time, and after he checked the water temperature he stepped in, then moved away from the door so I could slide in past him. I was already hard and my erection brushed his leg when I got in. "Well, your dick sure got the idea pretty fast," he chuckled, reaching down and grabbing my cock. He used it to pull me around and dunked my head under the water, then grabbed the shampoo and started to lather me up. I reached down for the soap and started to rub it on his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples. "Mmmm," he moaned, "No fair, you know my tits are wired right to my crotch." I looked down to see his cock growing larger, already throbbing with the beat of his heart. "That was my plan, man," I said, reaching down with the soap and lathering his balls. Dad reached up to shampoo his hair, so since his arms were raised I spread some soap lather into his hairy armpits. He smiled at me, his eyes closed and his cock pushing up against my belly. He dipped his head forward to rinse off the shampoo, then he reached down and turned me around so my back was up against his front. He rubbed his chest and crotch up and down against my back, making me moan with the feeling of his soapy, hairy body scouring my backside. He took the soap from me and reached around me in a big hug, lathering me up from my neck down to my balls. I wished I was taller so I could feel his hard cock rubbing into the crack of my behind. Just as I was thinking that he stepped back from me and began lathering my back. His hands trailed down until he was washing my asscheeks, so I groaned and thrust my butt towards him. I heard him chuckle, then felt his soapy fingers sliding up and down the crack of my ass. I moaned even louder. "Well now," he said as he continued to stroke me between my cheeks. "Does someone like having his ass played with?" "Oh yea Dad, that feels so good," I purred. "I'll have to remember this then son." He pulled himself against me again and then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You've got such a cute little ass boy," he said, rubbing himself against me. "I've really been noticing it a lot lately." "Yours ain't so bad yourself big guy," I said, spinning around and reaching up under his balls to spread some of the lather up and down his crack. Dad yelped a little then started laughing. "Damn boy, you keep surprising me. I think we need to rinse all of this off and take ourselves into the bedroom for a little more exploration." We quickly separated enough to let the water run down us, then Dad grabbed the shower massage from its handle and sprayed us all over to get off the rest of the soap. He turned off the water then reached out and grabbed us both a towel. I dried him off, as much of my tall dad as I could reach, and he did the same for me, finally reaching up himself to dry his hair and shoulders. We threw the towels over the shower door, Dad reached down and grabbed my dick again and pulled me to his bedroom. Dad flicked on the lamp by the bed then fell down on his back and dragged me on top of him. He started to kiss me all over my face and neck, so I did the same to him. I let myself kiss down to his chest and flicked my tongue against his nipple. He growled at me, then lifted his arm and used his other hand to push my face into his armpit. "Eat that hairy pit boy, eat it and lick it for your Daddy." I smothered my face in his pit hair, inhaled the aroma of the soap mixed with his personal scent, and then used the flat of my tongue to lick all around his skin. He moaned and moved my head to his other pit. "I've got two of these boy, you need to take care of both of them." "Yes Sir Daddy," I moaned, burying my face in his pit hair. I brought my hands up and attached one to each of his nipples and played with them, listening to him growl at me. I felt him thrusting his hard cock up into my belly and could feel it get sticky from his precum. I dragged my tongue away from his pit and lapped my way down his torso, aiming for the spot where his precum had smeared the most. I licked it up while he encouraged me with, "Oh yea, my boy knows what his Daddy likes; yea boy, lick up all my juices, I'm making them just for you." I let my tongue glide from the tip of his cock, licking up the juice that was bubbling up there, down his shaft and then to his balls. Just as before he spread his legs to give me better access and I decided to go for what I really wanted. I nuzzled my nose under his balls and licked and sucked at the skin. Dad was thrashing his legs back and forth on the bed, his hand on the back of my head pushing me into his crotch. I let my tongue lick lower...lower...lower still. He didn't stop me. I let my tongue flick out at his hole and heard him gasp up above me on the bed. I flicked again and he moaned. "So that's why you wanted to be sure I was clean down there, is that it boy? Well don't let it be said that I don't give my boy what he needs," and with that he pulled his feet up to just below his knees and lifted up his crotch to give me better access, reaching down to press on the back of my head. I moaned when Dad pushed my head further into his ass, and I started to lick at his hole with a passion I didn't realize I had. He tasted of soap and musk and just...well...Dad! I tried to get my tongue inside him like I saw in that video, and when I felt him relax his hole I managed to get the tip of my tongue further in than I thought I ever could. Dad yelled out and I could feel by the way the bed was moving that he was jerking his cock hard and fast. "Oh Jeezus boy, oh fuck yea, eat my hole boy, get your little face down in there and eat your Daddy's hairy hole. Fuck you are making me so hot boy, how do you know to do this, you are pushing me to shoot boy." I kept licking and sucking at his ass, sliding my tongue up and down his crack then jabbing at his furry hole. "Shit boy if you want my load you better get on my dick RIGHT NOW!" he yelled, pulling at my head. I quickly moved up and dove on his cock just in time to feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat and scorch my tongue. I swallowed quickly, holding on to his thighs for dear life while he jerked up with each shot of cum, trying to drive his cock deeper into my throat. He was panting and gasping for air even as he held my head in place to make sure I ate all that he had to feed me. Suddenly he leaned up and grabbed my under my arms and hauled me up to lie on his chest, his face under mine, and he practically swallowed my mouth with his, for the first time jabbing his tongue into my mouth before I even knew what was happening, We both moaned, me more than him as I experienced the hottest kiss I'd ever had. His tongue was fighting for mine inside his mouth, then he shoved his inside my mouth like he was trying to taste his own cum. He finally released my mouth and rubbed his face against mine. "FUCK, Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he half-yelled, "my son is so FUCKING HOT!" He flipped us over so he was lying on top of me, supporting some of his weight on his elbows. He pulled his face back and looked into my eyes. "Baby, I am gonna try my best to make you feel as good as you just made me feel. You tell me how I'm doin," he said as he began to lick his way down toward my hard dick. He lapped at the sweat and his precum that had gathered between us, then licked the head of my cock, then my shaft, then my balls, just like I had done with him. Then he grabbed my legs and lifted them up over his shoulders and buried his face in my ass. His tongue began slurping at my butthole and I almost jumped off the bed with pleasure. "Oh my...damn Dad...is that how it feels...oh that is incredible...I never knew!" I was almost babbling, and I wasn't sure if he could even hear me over his own moans and the sucking and licking noises he was making. He was stabbing my hole with his tongue, and then he did something I really wasn't expecting. Dad reached up and slid his middle finger into my mouth. "Suck on my finger boy, get it nice and sloppy wet." I licked and sucked on his finger, trying to get as much of my saliva on it as I could. "Okay, open your mouth so I can pull it out without your spit sliding off on your lips." I opened wide and he pulled his finger out and inspected it. "Good job boy," he smiled. He buried his tongue back in my ass for a moment then he took his wet finger and started to poke it into my ass. He was gentle but insistent, and his tongue kept swirling around my ass and his finger. I moaned when half of his finger slid inside. "Yea," he growled, "My boy does like to have his hot little butt played with." He slid the rest of his finger into my ass and touched something inside of me that made me cry out and practically jump off the bed. I thought for sure I was gonna cum right there and then! He chuckled at me. "That's your prostate boy, also known as your `love button'. Makes you feel real good doesn't it?" "Oh man, I thought I was gonna lose it. Can you do that again?" He started slowly sliding his finger up and down in my ass, grazing my `button' each time. "Oh, oh...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum Dad!" Dad leaned up and engulfed my cock right down to my balls and tickled my prostate at the same time. I cried out and shoved my hips up, pressing his nose right into the small hairs around my cock and started cumming, shooting my little boy cream right into his throat. Dad moaned and swallowed. He continued to suckle my cock as it softened, then he pulled off and looked up at me with a huge smile on his face. I grinned back at him. "Dad, that was amazing! I had no idea my ass was so sensitive." He kissed my cock and started to pull out his finger. "No, please, leave it in there for awhile longer. It feels good!" Dad moved up so we were face to face, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "I'm very happy to hear that you like your ass played with. I was afraid I was going too fast for you, but buddy you seem to be the one driving this train and I am happy to be along for the ride!" I moaned when he moved his finger around again. "Dad, I just wanted to do things that made you feel good, but you sure are making my caboose feel good right now," I giggled. He chuckled and slowly slid his finger out of my butt. I reached down and grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to my face. I sucked his finger back into my mouth while looking right into his eyes, which opened wide then he moaned. "Fuck boy, you are gonna get me hard again." He pulled himself off of me and stood up by the bed, holding out his hand. "C'mon you little stud, let's lock up for the night and brush our teeth, then I'm hoping you'll sleep in my bed again tonight," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "I wouldn't miss that for anything," I said, sliding off the bed and taking his hand. Before I could stand up he bent over and grabbed me at the waist and lifted me up. He threw my naked body over his shoulder, slid his finger back into my ass then headed for the bathroom. He set me on my feet in front of the sink and handed me my toothbrush. "Just brush your teeth and pee if you have to while I turn out the lights in the rest of the house. No shower tonight, I don't want either of us to lose our wonderful sex smells," he said, kissing me on the cheek before he left. I did exactly as instructed then went back and crawled into his bed. I heard him do the same as I did in the bathroom, then he came back into the bedroom, turned off the lamp and slide under the sheet next to me. He wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you so much Sean. I just want to say again that if I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable while we're playing I need you to tell me. I don't ever want you to feel that you have to do something you don't want to do." I nuzzled back into him, burying my face in his hairy chest and inhaling his strong, sexy scent. "Dad, just like you said it seems that I'm the one who is expanding our playtime, so the same goes for you. Please let me know if I do anything wrong or if I am doing anything you don't like." Dad signed and kissed the top of my head. "Baby, you haven't done anything I didn't like. I love how you're adding to our play sessions, you amaze me with the things you come up with. Trust me, I'm enjoying everything we do, I just hope we aren't going too fast here." "I love what we've done so far Dad. Your finger felt so good! I don't think that's something they'll be teaching us when its time for our health class in school." He laughed a little at this. "No son, I don't think they'll even come near that kind of discussion. Hell, you could teach the class better than the teachers themselves!" I giggled and nudged my face into his armpit. "Can I sleep right here Daddy?" I asked. "Baby, I love that you like the way I smell. Its all yours, you just snuggle in there as much as you want." I smiled to myself while enjoying the way his armpit hair tickled my nose. I inhaled deeply, then felt myself falling to sleep. ------ This work is 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. 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