Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 22:03:23 -0700 From: Dick Deliboy Subject: My Dad: Chapter 1 - Making Sure I'm Doing It Right (gay/incest) Disclaimer: My name is Dan and I'm a Mormon living in Utah. This is a fictional story. please feel free to e-mail me at deliboydick@gmail.comfor comments, or criticisms. stay tuned for more chapters Chapter 1: Making Sure I'm doing it Right ...396, 397, 398, 399, 400. "400 sheep" i said to myself as I let out a sigh of boredom. It was almost two o clock in the morning and I didn't feel any wearier than I did when I began counting. I needed to get to sleep soon because I had a huge math test tomorrow. I should have been studying, but being the 16 year old boy I was, I was horny as hell. My bedroom was directly across the hall from my parent's room. I laid in my bed staring out my door wondering when my dad would walk up the stairs and go to sleep. I desperately needed to shoot out a load, but I didn't want to begin stroking my cock until my dad was asleep in his room for fear of him walking in on me if he came to say goodnight before heading off to bed. I heard the kitchen door open downstairs and I rolled my eyes thinking it might be hours until he went to sleep if he was just now fixing himself a snack. My dad and I were both night owls. He usually didn't have to go in to work till around noon so he would usually stay up late after mom went to bed either reading a book or watching TV. I would usually be downstairs watching with him if I didn't have to take the most important math test of the semester tomorrow. I decided it was a lost cause and I turned myself over and tried to get back to sleep. It was an unusually hot night so I decided to fling aside my sheet and sleep in the nude. But as I tossed and turned, trying to get a decent bit of shut-eye, my aching cock continued to throb. I tried tucking my hardon to the side but as I rubbed my dick against my bed I could see a glimmering stream of precum smearing across my sheets. I turned on my back so my boy-dick wouldn't get too excited rubbing up against anything. I stared at the ceiling, wide awake, as my hard cock, almost as if to mimic me, stared straight up as well. I looked down at my raging hardon, twitching and dripping, and I knew I was doomed. I needed to stroke out a load and I didn't care if the prophet himself walked into my room. I began stroking my boy cock as vigorously as possible wanting to hurry and shoot my load before my dad came upstairs. I began arching my hips as I pumped my teenaged hardon faster and faster. The bed began to squeek and I almost didn't hear my dad began to walk up the stairs. Even though I was so close to climaxing I threw on my sheet and pretended to be asleep, hoping my dad didn't hear the bed squeek. From the footstoops outside my door I could tell my dad stopped at my room before entering in. He peeked his head in, and I prayed that he didn't see the tent I was making with my teenaged boy cock. My heart raced for what seemed to be forever. Did he know I was jacking off seconds before I he came upstairs? Would he be mad if he knew? Or would he shrug it off with a "boys-will-be-boys" attitude. A thousand thoughts were going through my mind but all of them ceased when I heard the door to his room click to a close. I quickly calmed down and came to my senses and realized that now that dad was asleep I could go down to the computer room and look up some porn. I threw off my sheets and noticed a steam of precum dripping down to my pubic hair making a pool at the base of my treasure trail. I needed to get off in the worst way and I was excited to get to the computer room and finish up. I tiptoed down the stairs as fast as I could trying to stay as quiet as possible. I snuck into the computer room and sat my slightly furred ass down on the computer chair. To my surprise, the chair was unusually warm and I wondered if my dad was on the computer minutes before. I put my hand on top of the computer tower and noticed it was still hot as I turned on the monitor. I took the mouse to open up the internet browser, but as I did I noticed a dried sticky substance on the left-clicker. Was it sperm? Does my dad still jack off to porn? I opened up the browsing history wondering what my dad has been looking at but unfortunately it seemed that the history had been deleted. Like father like son. I didn't know my dad was that computer savvy but apparently he knew how to delete his porn history just like I did. I brushed it off and began to go to my favorite sites. I loved looking up threesomes with two guys and a girl. I began stroking my dick as I clicked through the pics of these two burly men tag-teaming this chick. The last couple of pics were of one guy fucking a girl as the other guy stood behind him and fucked him in the ass. For some reason this turned me on the most. I clicked through the pics and stopped on a close up of a guy bent over with the biggest dick I have ever seen up his ass. Instantly I knew this was the pic I would jack off to. I stood up and began to lube up my boy cock with the precum that was leaking out of my dick. I started stroking until out of nowhere I hear "hey son, what are you doing up this late?" I turn around as I try to hide the computer screen with my body and quickly turn off the monitor. It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust but I saw a silhouette of my dad standing in the doorway. He just stood there as I covered up my cock with my hands realizing just now how stupid it was to leave my clothes upstairs in my room. I was terrified as both of us stood there in silence. I finally decided to break the silence and began to say "sorry dad..." but before I could finish he said, "Don't worry about it, I remember what it's like to be 16." His casual manner helped me calm down and I began to notice my surroundings. My dad was wearing nothing but boxers and there I was across the room with a throbbing hardon. "Well don't mind me." My dad said almost with a chuckle. "Didn't mean to interrupt, I'll let you finish up." He began to turn around and exit the room but noticed I was still frozen in shock. "You do know how to jerk off don't you?" he said, again almost laughing. I just stood there, still covering my cock, not knowing what to do. "Well don't be shy, show me what you got to work with." He peered down at my cock almost willing my hands to move with his eyes. I slowly moved my arms to the side and revealed my throbbing six-inch boy cock. "Not bad." He said, sounding genuinely impressed. "I think you have a bigger dick than I did at your age. Well go on, show me your technique." He said. "I have to make sure your doing right." He said with a wink. "Go on, turn on some porn if that's what it'll take to get you going." He said. I didn't want him to know that I found guys attractive or find out that the reason I was so hard right now was because my father was standing right in front of me talking about stroking cock with nothing but his boxers on. I hurried and went to this girl-on-girl page, hoping that he would think I was as straight as they come. But he didn't even look at the computer screen. His eyes were fixed on my cock. I hunched over and quickly began stroking my cock until I was quickly interrupted. "Slow down," he said as he walked closer to me. "And stand up straight". He put his left hand on my right shoulder and pushed it back as he moved his right hand firmly on my ass and pushed it towards him to straighten me out. "There you go." He said as I began stroking more slowly. "You wanna start of slow and gradually stroke faster as you get closer and closer to shooting your load." He said "You also wanna grip at the base of your cock near your balls. Here, let me see." He began to kneel in front of me so he could get a better look on how I was holding my cock. "There you go, that's it." He said, as I began gradually stroking faster. "That's my boy!" I too wasn't looking at the computer monitor filled with naked women, but instead, I was transfixed at the sight of my dad kneeling in front of me with his face so close to my cock that he might kiss it. I couldn't control myself any longer. "I'm gonna shoot." I shouted. But instead of moving out of the way, he stayed exactly where he was staring at my cock, almost studying it as if to give me critique on my technique. But I couldn't wait for him to get out of the way. I arched my hips and accidently slapped my cock across his face and couldn't hold it in any longer. I tried to move back before I shot, but the distance between us didn't help. I began to shoot volley after volley as streams of white cream began to hit my dad squarely in the face. My first shot hit the side of his cheek and my second, his right eye. The third shot landed below his nose dripping onto his mouth and my fourth, fifth and sixth shots hit his chin before they dripped down to the floor "Very good" he said with his face covered with my boy cream. I thought he would be angry but instead he was smiling from ear to ear with the most proud look on his face. "Better get this cleaned up," he said and to my surprise brought his hand up to his face, scooped up a load, and held it in front of his mouth as his tongue licked his hand clean. I was shocked to see my dad so readily eat my cum and I think he could tell by the perplexed look on my face. Almost as if to answer my question he said, "doesn't leave a trace like tissue and it's a good source of protein" as he winked at me. He got up and said, "Well good night son. You better be getting to bed, you have school tomorrow." But as he left the room I could swear I saw the biggest tent in his boxers. I went up to my room hoping that after shooting the biggest load in my life, I would finally be able to get to sleep. But I couldn't fall asleep. As I lay awake in my bed, I could care less that it was almost 3 o clock and I had a test tomorrow. All I could think about was how I just had the best orgasm of my life and my dad watched me the entire time. I stared up at the ceiling as my cock slowly began to rise up in unison and I began counting sheep. "1, 2, 3, 4..." End of chapter 1 stay tuned for more chapters. please feel free to e-mail me at deliboydick@gmail.com for comments, or criticisms. hope you enjoyed it