Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 17:53:39 -0800 (PST) From: Pete Jackson Subject: Life with Dad and Rob: The Beginning with Dad The Beginning with Dad by Pete Jackson Thank you for your e-mails and for sharing your great stories. Hearing from you really inspires me to write more. You can e-mail me and keep sharing your stories at peteyjackson87@yahoo.com. I got a lot of e-mails requesting that I describe my first experience with Dad, so that's what I wrote about. If you want to hear other details, feel free to e-mail me. Your questions often inspire my stories. Remember: They are all true accounts of my childhood experiences. ---------- Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If, for any reason, you are forbidden from accessing or possessing this type of material, do not read any further! The author accepts no responsibility for actions taken by those who read or possess this story, and does not condone or support illegal activities of any kind. Finally, if the type of material contained in this story offends you, do not read it. ---------- I don't remember the circumstances, but I do remember the first time I saw my Dad jacking off. He was naked, laying on his bed and holding his hard cock. I remember being fascinated by the quick movement of his and the sound of his moaning. I stood there looking; that's when he saw me. "Peter, you're supposed to be playing outside. Now get." I ran outside and began again with my trucks. Soon Dad was there with me, helping me. He sat on the step. "Petey, come sit beside me." I moved and sat down. "It's not good to spy on Dad, Peter." "I didn't mean to - I just wanted to know where you were." "I know. You can't tell anyone what you saw me doing, okay Petey? It would make them upset." "Is that bad, what you were doing?" "No, and when you are a man you will understand. But it's something you never talk about, okay? It would make Mom unhappy. So it's our secret now." Sometime later I was playing in the garage, a forbidden place to play. It was more of a workshop than a garage. There was wood across the rafters, the perfect secret playroom. I heard the door open and quickly froze in my place. It was Dad. He came in and stood leaning against the workbench. He loosened his shirt and started to touch and rub his chest. He opened his pants and took out his cock and began to wank. Every so often he yanked hard on his balls and gasped. He started to moan and stroke harder. I was fascinated by the view. He spoke some words, "Oh fuck," "Fuck yes," and then lots of thick white cream shot out onto the floor. He quickly straightened up his clothes and kicked sawdust on the cream. He left. (Years later he would tell me that he had heard a creaking sound and guessed I was watching.) The next time I saw Dad jacking it was in his bedroom. Like other times I was playing outside and he was in the house. I went in to find him. I found him in his bedroom lying naked on the bed. He was stroking. He looked right at me. "Hi, Petey. You caught me again. Jump up on the bed beside me." I moved and sat beside his naked body. "Touch me, Petey. Don't be afraid to touch me all over." I started to move my hands around his chest and belly. (He wasn't smooth, but he wasn't hairy either. Strangely, I though his body hair felt smooth and soft - except for his pubes.) He moaned as I touched him. He took my hand and put it on his cock and balls. It was so hard and so soft all at the same time. "Do it for Daddy, Petey. Make your hand go up and down on my cock." I stroked his cock. His whole body seemed move. I could tell he felt good. His cock started to get wet. "Put your mouth on it, Petey. Kiss it on the tip," I did and then looked at him. My lips were wet with is precum. "Suck it, Petey. Put it in your mouth and suck on it." I started to suck his big cock head. I could feel his hands on the back of my head pushing my head down on him. "Suck it, Petey. Suck!" I did as he told me. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck... He started to shoot into my mouth. Swallow it, Petey." I did as he said and tried to swallow. His body quivered. He pushed me away and then pulled me to his chest. He kissed me. I was silent. "Go to your room, Petey. I,ll be right there. Daddy wants to talk to you." I went to my room and started to play. He came into the room and sat on the bed. "Pete, you okay?" "Yes, Daddy." "You can never tell anyone what we just did. You have to keep it a secret just between us. It wasn't bad, but no one should know. Not Mom, or your brother or your friends. If you want to talk about it talk just to me, okay? It won't ever happen again, but we need to keep it a secret. Okay Petey?" "Yes, Daddy, I won't ever tell." He scooped me up in his arms. "Let's go to the movies." We did just that; he had never taken me to the movies before. For me a long time passed. Boys don't get horny so I never really thought about what happened. It was my special secret with Dad. (In reality it was only about 2 weeks until the next time.) It was Sunday afternoon. I was home alone with Dad. Mom was at church and I don't know where the others were. Dad was 'taking a nap'. "Petey, come here, will you?" I went to his room. He was standing there, no shirt on. He picked me up and kissed me. "Pete, do you remember how you helped Dad in our secret?" "Yes." "I want you to help me again, okay? You want to help me?" "Yes, Daddy." "Help me take my pants off... that's it... now my underwear... good boy. See? My cock is already hard. Take your clothes off too, Petey." I stripped and got on the bed with Dad. "See how hard Dad's cock is, Petey? When a man's cock is hard he is happy and wants to play with it. All men do it, but we keep it a secret." He began to touch me and had me touch him. He kissed me by putting his tongue deep in my mouth for the first time. "Petey, do you like playing like this with me? It makes me so happy." "It's fun Daddy. It's our secret game." He got me to lick his nips and suck on them. I also licked his balls. He got me to do it by first doing it to me. It was a game. Dad stroked his cock harder. "Stroke my cock, Petey. Stroke my cock and lick my balls." I did as he told me. Soon he was shaking and swearing. "Oh, fuck". He shot his cum on his belly. "Pete, lick it up for me. Lick it all up and swallow it." We got dressed. Again he reminded me not to tell anyone. It was our secret. Again he told me it would not happen again. It did the very next day. It was a holiday Monday. I was with Dad on my bed. We were naked and playing. He was very hard. This time he had me go on all fours and keep my legs closed tight. He placed his hard cock between my legs and began to 'fuck' me. He was doing it hard. He shot between my legs. After that our game was played more and more often. Still later it was almost every time we were alone. Even just driving in the car I would suck Dad - suck him off. "Take my cock, Petey. All of it, boy. Open your mouth." Dad was horny all the time and I was there most of the time. I don't remember being afraid or not wanting to help Dad. "Pull on my balls hard... harder... now suck... fucking take my cum... Fuck, Petey, you are a great little cocksucker." I suppose it must have been about six months before sucking Dad off was a regular part of my life. And it went on that way for over a year. He started to play with my asshole - licking and pushing his tongue into me. I did the same to him. Then we started to finger each other's hole. One day we went further.