Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 02:20:33 -0400 From: Jere Subject: Talking With Dad -- Pt. 1 *********************************************************** Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story, none of these events took place, nor are they loosely based on true events, they occurred completely in the mind of the author, the same is true of the characters. If you are offended by or cannot legally view homosexual erotica than this story is not for you, please leave. *********************************************************** ---------- Talking with Dad -- Chapter 1 ---------- My earliest and fondest memories are of my father, just simple things like cuddling or him tucking me into bed. He was my idol, I was always more than eager to spend time with him. I was an only child then and I had him all to myself. He was a very touchy feely kind of person, the kind who would shake your hand, but also put his hand on your shoulder. Safety and comfort seemed to emanate from him and seep into me, just being around him made me feel good. One of my favorite things was sharing the bathroom with my dad, we would always shower together and I would watch him shave and go through his daily routine. Nothing was sexual then, I was too young, but I always had a curiosity about his body. Everything about him was big and he seemed so strong. He had brown hair and brown eyes with perpetual stubble, he was a very good-looking man and people duly noted it wherever he went. Another point of interest for me was his hairy body, he was muscular, not in perfect shape but he had a manliness about him that seemed uncommon to most men I had met. I was absolutely mesmerized by his body hair, I would touch it any chance I had. This touching led to me washing him in the shower, and he would reciprocate. As was it was still nonsexual for me, it was just curiosity on my part, I hoped that I would look like him when I grew up. One thing that was unavoidable during this washing ritual was contact with my dad's dick, since I always made sure I thoroughly washed him I made sure not to miss that key area of curiosity. I don't really remember if he ever got hard, or if I did, that simply never occurred to me. Either way I really missed it when we stopped. I was about eight I think when it happened, but I got used to it as people do. I started masturbating when I was eleven (I was definitely an early bloomer, I think I started puberty around ten but I didn't really know what was going on then). I had heard some older kids talking about "jerking off" at school and equated from what they said how to do it. My first experience jerking off was a bit of a learning experience, I tried a ton of different things and got one that sort of worked. One drawback of this method was that I rubbed myself raw doing it, being circumcised I loosely rubbed my hand over my three inch dick creating some strange but pleasurable friction. That first orgasm was frightening, I didn't really know what was going on but it felt really good all of a sudden. Another weird thing was I thought I had peed, or at least that's what it had felt like. I noticed a small drop of pearly white liquid on my piss slit. I wiped it off with a sock lying on my floor. The decision was easy, it didn't hurt (disregarding the raw aftermath) and it felt really good, I decided to add it to my daily schedule! I would have tried again right afterward except that my dick was pretty sore still, so I was pretty much limited to once a day, usually at night. One night, probably the eighth time I had jerked off, my dad walked in on me. I was caught totally off guard. Oddly enough I felt embarrassed, something I had never really felt in front of my dad before. He saw what I was doing and got kind of a strange look I had never seen before on his face, he blushed and said "Sorry son, I'll come back later." It was so nonchalant and abrupt that he was out of the room before I had even let the words sink in. I started in again kind of awkwardly and came after about ten strokes, I had no idea why but I had been really turned on about him seeing me. For some reason it just felt like that, he had seen me naked countless times and some of them recently (sometimes he would use the bathroom while I was in the shower). My mom generally used the bathroom far before the two of us ever did, and I always had my privacy when I was in there, she wouldn't walk in on me. I felt fine having my dad see me naked, but my mom, well that was just awkward. The last time she had seen me naked was probably when I was six. This new situation had seemed different than my dad seeing me naked, it was just the way he had reacted I think, combined with my idea that this was related with sex and from experience people didn't like to talk about sex. My dad did come back that night; he said he was sorry for walking in on me, which I shrugged off asking him why he would be sorry. He told me that most people liked privacy when they did what I just did. "Other people do that? I've never seen anyone else do it...." I said quite flabbergasted. "Although I did hear a few guys talking about it at school..." "Yeah just about everyone, and you probably wouldn't see them doing it, like I said people like privacy when they do it usually..."he said a little jokingly. "Well that makes sense I guess." I said with a playful smile. "Such a smart boy I have!" He retorted and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "If you ever have any questions or want to talk about it you know you can ask me, you can ask me anything!" he added, his initial embarrassment seemed to have worn off. "Well.... I do have a couple... What is that stuff that comes out when it feels really good?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound stupid, I didn't really know anything about this. "First of all it is called semen, and it has sperm in it. It is for when a man and a woman are making love." He replied, he still looked comfortable and I was glad of that, because people always got weird when sex came up from my experience. He had been the one who had told me about sex (the whole classic birds and the bees thing) so things started to click here. "And when "it feels really good" as you put it, is called an orgasm. There is slang for literally everything so I guess you should hear it somewhere, when someone is having an orgasm it is often called cumming. So what comes out is called cum." "So what's up with this... ograsm?" I said clumsily "Or-gasm." he corrected with a chuckle. "Yeah, like I said, why does it happen, I mean what is the point?" I didn't know why it did but I was glad that it happened! "Well who would want to make babies if it didn't feel good?" he said matter-of-factly. "It feels so good that people sometimes want to make that feeling when they aren't making babies, that is why people masturbate! There are ways of having sex between two people where you can get this feeling and not have a baby." Well that made sense! "Wow there sure is a lot to this stuff, so masturbate means jerk off?" I questioned. "Yep, more slang." He laughed. "O.K. one more thing, why does it hurt after I'm done jerking off?" I said looking at him quizzically. "Hmmmmm... That doesn't usually happen I don't think... How does it hurt?" his face assumed a concerned look. "Well it feels kind of sore, like rug burn, but not as bad..." I was worried by his response. "Oh, well it is probably from rubbing it too much, can I see?" he inquired. I didn't have a second thought about it, I lifted up my covers and pushed down the briefs I was wearing. True to form my dick was red, especially all around the head. "Phew you had me worried there for a sec, it definitely looks like you just rubbed it too much. I'd say let it heal and I can try to show you a different way of doing it." He offered. I was instantly relieved at his reaction. "Good!" "Same time and place tomorrow, don't be late!" he kidded, leaning over me and kissing me on the top of the head. I beamed up at him and gave him a "Thanks Dad, you're great!" accompanied by a toothy smile. "Just part of the job!" he grinned, saluting. "You're growing up so fast!" he said almost to himself as he got up and shut off the light. "Have a good sleep kid!" My reply came milliseconds afterwards "Night Dad!" I closed my eyes thankfully and went quickly to sleep thinking about all the stuff I had just heard from my dad, looking forward to tomorrow. ***** My eyes opened to the sound of my buzzing alarm clock. I instinctively slammed the off button down and sat up rubbing the sleep from my hazy eyes. My dad poked his head in through my door just to make sure I hadn't hit sleep and that I was actually getting up. He gave me a smile that said glad to see you! Then he disappeared again. Off came my clothes and on went my bathrobe. I hurried down the hall to the bathroom and drained my swollen bladder. Once I was done I noticed that Dad was in the shower. I thought that was kind of odd because he was usually finishing shaving when I came in, a towel wrapped around his waist. I sat on the toilet seat waiting for him to get done, as he came out I watched him toweling himself off. Seeing him naked was somehow different, I hadn't seen him in a while and now I seemed to notice more, like his dick for instance, it looked huge compared to mine. I watched him finish and throw the towel into the hamper beside the sink. His butt now facing me he started to squirt shaving cream into his hand from the container by the sink. I came back to reality as he was doing this and jumped in the shower, which he had left on at a comfortable temperature. It wasn't until I was done my shower that I realized my dad hadn't worn a towel (like he usually did) shaving. I laughed to myself wondering what it meant. That day at school was the same as almost every other day, except I was different. I was impatient to get home, wondering what my dad would show me that night. Eventually, after what seemed like a year school was over and I was riding home on my school bus. I was sitting next to my friend Derek, he was prattling on about some new game he had played. I nodded politely and stayed into the conversation semi-consciously, mainly focusing on my thoughts and anticipation of that night. When I finally opened the door to my house I plopped down on the couch wondering how to pass the time. My mom and dad wouldn't be home until at least 5:30 (as they both worked), and it was just 2:31... I sat impatiently tapping my foot, then turning on the TV... I watched some crappy infomercial and ended up falling asleep. I was awoken by the sound of the garage door opening. I got up and looked at the clock. It read 5:37, somehow I had fallen asleep despite my excitement, and I guessed this had something to do with growing up, as people always talked about kids being tired and stuff during puberty. By that time I knew I was in it and had even started growing pubic hair (and I could produce a bit of cum). I had a sparse spattering of pubic hair and some dark leg hair to match, not too much though. I rushed over to the kitchen (where the door from the garage was) and waited to greet the newcomer. As soon as my dad came into view and opened the door I ran up and hugged him, with an effervescent "Hey Dad!" "Well hello!" he returned, putting his briefcase down as I hung around him, and eventually returning my hug. I disengaged as he loosened his tie and undid a couple buttons of his shirt (letting a bit of dark hair poke out). He then proceeded with a how was your day, and I explained and reciprocated. He began work on supper, whoever came home first out of my parents started dinner. My mom came in shortly afterward and gave me a hello hug and we exchanged the same type of conversation I had just had with Dad. She then told me to go set the table because dinner would be ready soon. Somehow I made my way through dinner and homework and ended up in my room changing my clothes. I put on a pair of clean boxers and hopped into bed and started reading a book to distract me from what I was waiting for to happen. I ended up reading a few chapters and I heard my dad knocking on my door to come in. "Come in!" I proclaimed as I marked the page in my book and put it on the nightstand next to my bed. The door closed behind him as I closed my book. He sat on the edge of my bed and tousled my hair. "Hey kid!" he beamed. "Ready for our appointment?" I lifted up the covers and showed him my hard dick signifying my readiness. He reached out and wrapped his hand around my dick, it sent jolts of pleasure, different than I had every felt before, through my body. "O.K. the key is to not rub it dry, you can do it in the shower with soap or you could use hand lotion or something. Or you could slide it the way I'm going to show you." He demonstrated by 'milking' my dick, pulling the skin around my dick up over the head. I was very loosely circumcised; otherwise I suppose this would not have worked. It felt really good, and he kept it up for about fifteen strokes. "Well I'm going to go to bed now, have fun and enjoy your new knowledge!" He said in a voice that was a mix between Dr. Ruth and Einstein. I chuckled at him and he kissed me on the forehead wishing me a good night. Right before he was about to leave I spoke up. "Dad, I got a question." I shot at him. "Go ahead!" He faked exasperation. "Do you ever jerk off?" "Well, of course, I'm just like everyone else!" he laughed. "I don't really need to a lot because I have sex with your mom, but I do sometimes." I mulled that information over before giving him a final good night. When he left I started jerking off again, the new way, and imagined it was his hand on my dick. I came very quickly and it was the best orgasm I had had up to that point. __________ If you enjoyed this story please, give me feedback. My address is enetix@hotmail.com. 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