Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 08:26:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Daniel K Subject: Memories of Dad Disclaimer: Don't read if you are not of legal age to read erotic material or are offended by material I have written involving gay incest. This is a story based on a true event in my life (from years ago), though a little exaggerated in some places. I do not condone either sex with minors, sex with immediate family, or unprotected sex. Please do not steal my work, email me asking permission to use this story. Question, Comments, Suggestions, or just want someone to talk to? Email me at: firestudies20@yahoo.com Memories of My Dad My favorite place to spy on my dad when he would masturbate would be under his bed. I had been spying on him ever since I could remember. At first I was just a little kid, maybe about 3 and I'd just watch him and wonder what he was doing. As I grew older he would always tell me to stay out because it was his private time. Of course I didn't listen. I was fascinated in what he was doing. I enjoyed listening to the moans he would release, I loved how he would lay his head back and just let his dick hang between his legs and I could just stare. Now that I'm older I think he knew I was watching. He would never lock the door. He would specifically tell me he was going to have his private time and I shouldn't interrupt him. Even though the door squeeked when I tried to carefully sneak in, he never turned around. I would hurry to the bed, making as little noise as I could while he looked busy picking out a video. Often it seemed he would patiently wait for me to position myself comfortably before he would do anything. Slowly he would place in the VHS and unbutton his shirt, facing my direction. I remember always waiting with anticipation as my dick got harder and harder with each button he undid. Always he'd drag the undressing process out, as if putting on a show for me. It wasn't as if he was a very attractive man. He was and still is a very average male. Blue eyes, brown hair, a little belly with hair that traveled from his crotch to surround his belly button. But for whatever reason, the simple process of him adressing had always gotten my hormones flowing. Whether he was aware of me or not, he was ALWAYS facing me as he slowly undid his pants and slowly pulled them down with his boxers. Qouily he would begin to jerk off, still facing me as his dick got harder and harder. He would stroke his hairy shaft, rubbing his circumsized head with the little precum he would produce. Kneeling before me, he'd inch his way over to the bed, as he turned his back to me and leaned against the frame. Somehow I was always in the right place to get a front row seat to view him masturbate. He was so close that if I reached out I could touch it. But I was to afraid, but I can still remember the musky smell surrounding him as he stroked. Never had anything occured between he and I as he masturbated because I was to afraid he'd be upset with me. But this is not the end of my story. I had one real sexual experience with my father, and it never happened again after that. I don't know why it happened once and never again. My brother would often pick on me as a kid. I hated it, and I would often find myself crying because he was so mean. After my mom had divorced my father and left us, he would let me sleep in bed with him so I'd stop crying. I had hit puberty at the age of 9, which isn't uncommon for my family. Since I had hit puberty my dick had finally grown larger then my hand and my hormones were going crazy. All I thought of was sex. Most nights he would sleep next to me shirtless and only in these silky looking boxers. I would lay next to him and play with myself subtly as I could. Always thinking about reaching out and grabbing hold of his cock while I masturbate like my cousin Jacob had "taught" me. My heart would pound and I'd always have the best dry orgasms fantasizing about sucking on my dads dick like I had sucked my cousins a few times. One night, fantasies weren't enough. I had to touch his dick. My whole body wanted me to touch it. Slowly I turned over, releasing my own throbbing cock as I reached out for his boxers. My heart pounding, I listened to my dads heavy breathing making sure he was still asleep. I kept trying to talk myself out of it, but my tiny hands had already made there way to the waist of his silky boxers. Slowly I pulled them down in the front eventually getting to the hair that surrounded the base of his penis. Heart pounding, I froze as my Dad grumbled something in his sleep but never woke up. Holding the boxers down with one hand I placed my other on his cock. It was much thicker then mine even when it was flaccid. I slowly began fondling it, but froze again as my dad grunted but hadn't moved. It was at this point I noticed that his dick began growing rapidly. I was in heaven feeling it expand in my hand. Had I been paying attention I would have noticed my dad had stopped breathing heavily and had his eyes open. What snapped me out of my trance was when he placed his hand on my hand and began moving them up and down. Panicking I tried to let go but wasn't able to because of his grip. Looking up into his eyes, I quietly said I was sorry, I could explain... but the only words he would say to me that night were, "Just this once Daniel." I remember he left my hand on his cock which was the same length as mine but much thicker. Laying on his back he pulled off his boxers and threw them on the floor next to the bed. Cupping my face in his hands he bent and kissed me sweetly on the lips and proceeded to push my head lower and lower till my lips touched the tip of his cock. (Little did he know that I was already a pro at sucking cock thanks to my cousin Jacob.) I know he was suprised when I immediately opened my mouth and started sucking while I let my tongue explored what I could fit in my mouth. Moaning softly he began thrusting his hips up and down, while his hand was on my head. I eagerly tried to fit more in my mouth as I wrapped my lips around my teeth so I could apply pressure while I sucked. Quicker and quicker he had been thrusting. But immediately he pulled out of my mouth proceding to stroke his cock, using my saliva as the lubricant. Gentally pushing me on my back, he bent forward nibbling on my little nipples. I remember thinking how incredible it felt and how I had never felt anything like it. Quickly he had started to jerk my cock up and down while he nibbled and licked my nipples. If he hadn't stopped when he did, I would have had the biggest dry orgasm I had ever felt. I could feel it building up in my hairless balls as my body prepared to release. He must have sensed it too because he slowly decreased in intensity and with it my orgasm disapeared. Slowly he lifted his head, and began positioning himself over me. Straddling my legs he began stroking his schlong grunting with lust. I began doing the same. I loved the musk that flowed from his body and filled my nose. My fantasies had come true as I watched him leaning over me, one hand balancing himself above me so he was looking directly at my lips and one hand stroking his cock. I knew when he was going to shoot his cum on me because he had started gasping with pleasure, I could feel his legs tightening around mine as he lowered his body to mine. Bellies touching, him groaning with pleasure, I remember him shooting his load all over my hairless balls. Soaking my hand in cum and him thrusting forward as the last spurts came out... I don't know why it happened. I dont know why it never happened again. All I know, was that it fueled my fantasies for years. He nor Jacob were the last older man to touch me when I was younger, but they were the only ones in my family.