Date: Sun, 07 Feb 1999 04:54:43 -0500
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: My Dad, My Trade

Nobody ever believes me when I tell them about my first time. It was the
summer of 1990, I'd just turned 18 and was looking forward to going away to
college. See I lived with my Dad and things could have been better. Mom
left us both with I was just 4, back at the peak of women's liberation. She
just upped and left, declaring her independence. I really can't say as I
blamed her. Dad wasn't the easiest guy to live with.

While I was too young to remember, my aunt told me that Dad cheated on her
any chance he could, which apparently was often. He wouldn't let her work,
the "no wife of mine" kinda macho attitude that butch working class guys
almost always had. Any way she took as much as she could and then split.

I'll say this much for Dad, he could have put me in foster care or given me
to my aunt or grandparents, but he made a home for me. I never lacked for
anything, except parental affection. Dad just didn't have a clue how to
express it. He'd always been an athlete and a man's man; I was anything
but. We had very little in common. So while there was not doubt we loved
each other, we lived in two separate worlds in one house.

Dad never dated, but that didn't seem to hamper his sex life any.  I knew
for a fact that he was plugging two married women in the neighborhood on a
regular basis. He also got calls late in the evening and then he'd go out
for no more than a couple of hours. He always returned with a smile on his
face and real mellowed out. I knew instinctively that he'd gotten his rocks
off on those occasions. Me, I was a virgin. I'd never had sex with anyone,
never really wanted to. I jerked off regularly, that was enough, I never
craved more. I can't say I'd developed a sexual orientation either, I never
considered anyone sexually. I know that sound crazy, but neither guys nor
girls turned me on.  Sure I liked the human body, found it sexy, but I
showed no partiality toward either sex. I figured I was a late bloomer and
didn't worry.  Of course I've since learned that I was probably repressing
my sexual desires, but whatever, it just wasn't there at the time.

Dad had decided that since I was going away to college it was time to sell
our three bedroom house and move into a two bedroom condo. It made
sense. He wouldn't have me around to do the yard work any more, and he
really didn't need such a big house for himself.  He said I'd always have a
room there when I came home for visits, so who was I to object.

The move was schedule for the first weekend in July and of course it turned
out to be the hottest week of the year, temperatures in the mid-90s.  Since
we were moving locally Dad decided we'd do it all ourselves with a
U-Haul. All day Saturday we worked like mules and sweat like hogs. At the
end of the day we'd nearly finished, but since we were both dog tired we
decided to leave the beds, Dad's favorite chair and the home entertainment
center until Sunday.  We ate pizza and shared a six pack before hitting the
hay at only 9:00.  I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

It was still dark when I woke. I looked for my alarm and realized it was at
the condo.  I thought about rolling over and going back to sleep, but I was
wide awake.  It was then I became conscious of a muffed sounds coming from
somewhere in the house. I got out of bed, naked, with a hard on, and moved
toward the sound; it seemed to be coming from the living room.  It seemed
as though someone was moaning in pain. As I entered the living room I was
stunned by what I saw on the television screen.  Illuminating the otherwise
darkened room was the picture of some big titted babe going down on the
biggest cock I'd ever seen.  It was her head, those tits and that gigantic
cock.  My own boner gave a twitching bounce, I might have lost control, but
I'd glimpsed the back of my father's head sticking up over the back of his
recliner. I figured the old man must be getting off on a porno flick, he
hadn't had time for the ladies in a few days. I'd never seen him naked and
in the moment just wanted to see what kind of equipment he carried, not to
mention the thought of catching him in such an embarrassing position.  I
moved silently into the room until I was along side him.

There he was naked with his fist wrapped around a cock even larger than the
one being swallowed on screen. He wasn't doing anything, just holding
it. It took me awhile, but I realized he'd drifted off to sleep with his
fat poker still hard and unsatisfied.  Suddenly nothing mattered to me
other than my Dad's man meat. It was straight and perfectly formed just
like mine, except it was easily half again as long and fat as my six
incher. It was a big around as a polish sausage with a huge helmet shaped
head. I was overwhelmed with the crazy thought of taking every thick inch
into my mouth, doing to it what was being done to the one in the flick.

I glanced at the TV screen just in time to catch volley after volley of
thick spunk spraying out and covering those tits with a shimmering coat of
cum. That was enough to extinguished whatever self-control and good sense I
had left. My new found lust took control, I moved in front of my Dad.  I
looked down at his 38 year old body. It was hard and tight with well
defined muscles. He was, I realized for the first time, a perfect male
specimen. I wanted him and I wanted him at that moment. Had I not been out
of my mind I would have run from the room, as it was I dropped to my knees,
bent forward and in one movement pushed his hand away and took his cock
into my mouth. I was born at that moment. Cock sucking came as naturally to
me as a baby suckling his mother's breast.  With no trouble my throat
opened wide and I descended to the base of his wide shaft, my nose buried
in my Dad's thick pubic bush. I glided my lips up and down the smooth skin
a number of times, his syrupy precum to bring my first taste of a man's
essence. Then Dad started waking. At first he placed his right hand on the
back of my head, slowly pumping himself into my mouth, but then I felt him
freeze.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT," he yelled.

I knew I was going to die, I wanted as much dick as I could get before I
did. I kept him pinned down with all the strength I had and continued going
crazy on his meat. I smoked his pole for all it was worth. I must have hit
just the right spot with my tongue, because Dad suddenly let out a deep
moan, eased back and went limp.

At first he just sat there letting me have my way with him. When I was sure
I had him under control I moved off the shaft and licked my way down to
munch out on his big balls. I gave them a good work out and by the time I
headed back to the main event they were dripping with my spit. I took just
the head of Dad's slab between my lips, poking the tip of my tongue into
the wide piss slit, running it over the sensitive, velvety smooth
knob. Another deep moan and as if he could stand it no longer pushed his
hips forward driving his pole into my mouth. I obliged, taking him to the
hilt.

He timed his thrusting to match the rhythm of my oral movements. The
groaning began; he again placed his hand at the back of my head and
abandoning all control began to face fuck me with wanton lust. We became a
synchronized sex machine; me sucking, him pistoning in and out. It went on
for a good five minutes, but not long enough for me. I was in love with my
Dad's dick, I never wanted to let it go. Too soon I felt it swell and
stiffen to an impossibly larger girth and. . .

"HERE IT IS BOY. YOU WANTED IT. NOW DRINK YOUR FATHERS FUCKING CUM, COCK
SUCKER, UGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He literally exploded, flooding my mouth with the bitter-sweet-tangy taste
of his manhood. I drank down, savoring every drop. I held him in my mouth,
milking him until there was nothing left. Still I didn't want to let him
loose. I kept him locked between my lips until he went limp. He pushed me
back gently, stood and walked out of the room. I laid back on the floor and
within seconds was blowing the most intense load my life, spraying from my
navel to my forehead.

In the eight and a half years since that time I've gone on to lead an open
and fully gay life which Dad totally accepts, but we've never talked me
sucking his cock. Never once, its as if it doesn't exist in real time.

If you're wondering if Dad and I ever got it on again, well. . . after that
first time, until I left for college we did two or three times a week.  It
was always the same. We'd be hanging out, around 9:00 Dad would come into
the living room totally naked, put a porno movie in the VCR, sit in his
recliner and hold his dick. I would take off whatever clothes I had on,
kneel in front of him and suck him off. Neither of us ever said a word,
never talked about it later. The same thing would happen when I'd come home
from school on breaks and it still happens now when I visit him once or
twice a year. He was my first and is still my only piece of straight trade,
although I do cherish the one time he sucked me off, but that's another
story.