Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 22:56:20 +0800 From: J. Dumas Subject: The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad 1 The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad: Chapter 1 I am my Dad's only child. And he is my only parent. My mother passed away while giving birth to me, so I never saw her except in the pictures that my dad and I always look at. Later on, those pictures were replaced by the memories my dad and I made. For me, my dad is the most important person in the world. I really, really love him. We were very close to each other. I used to tell him everything that I did in school. I even slept in his room until I was ten. When I turned that age though, my dad insisted that I sleep in the room he had long made for me. I was very sad that time, but I did as I was told. Since then, my dad became busy at work. He often went home late, so I had stopped telling him about my day. That went on until now. I am already thirteen years old. I am not as close to my dad as I was before. But I still love him not any lesser. I always hope that one day we could restore our bond together. I sighed thinking about those things in my room early in the morning. I went down still wearing pajamas. I saw my dad in the kitchen wearing his suit and tie. He looked so good in those clothes. My dad always make me breakfast before leaving to work. When he saw me he said, "Why are you still not in your uniform? You're going to be late." "It's Saturday, dad." I sat on one of the chairs. He chuckled softly. "I think I'm losing my track of days," he said ruffling my bed hair. "You should take at least a day off." "You know I can't, bud. There's loads of work in the office," he said, transferring the bacon from the pan to a plate. "Yeah," I said nonchalantly. He put a plate in front of me then poured me a glass of milk. All of a sudden, my dad leaned his face beside me. At first, I thought he was going to kiss me like he always do when I was younger. But then, he scratched my cheek with his index finger. "What's this on your cheek?" he said then laughed. "Stop drooling when you are asleep. Look, it has dried." I wiped my face with a tissue paper. My dad is now getting ready for work. He fetched his keys, phone, and wallet. "Won't you eat with me?" I asked almost like pleading. "I want to, but I'm going to be late. See you later, bud." He walked straight to our door. "Take care!" I shouted. I heard the door shut. He has gone. I sighed for a second time in the morning. Silently, I ate the breakfast that my dad made for me. After that, I went back to my room. I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow is my birthday. I hope dad hasn't forgotten. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I took off my pajamas and looked at my body on the mirror. I stared at the fair-skinned boy in front of me. There are plenty of moles that trace my collarbone. I am neither chubby nor skinny. My body is fit. I don't have much fats. I raised my arms and flexed my muscles. My arms showed its veins although I am not muscular. I still looked boyish. My underarms already have short blond bush of hair. I also have hairs down there. I stood there wondering whether my dad would think I am handsome if he saw me naked. I started to have an erection. My penis is very small when soft. I measured it to be two and a half inches. But every time I got an erection, it grows longer all of a sudden. The last time I measured, it was five inches, twice the measure of my soft penis. I gripped my now erect penis. I was circumcised when I was ten. So there is no foreskin covering the head of my penis. It is very sensitive though, so dad buys me only the softest underpants. I began stroking my penis in a rhythm. I thought of the times I was six or seven when dad would scrub my body with soap, and he would come across my penis. It really felt good that time, but I did not tell him, so I secretly long for it. I stroked it faster until my right arm aches, then I shifted to my left hand. Beads of sweat formed on my naked neck and chest. I remember the first time I ejaculated while lustily humping my crotch on the pillow. I could not forget the feeling. I was twelve then. That was another day when I was home alone. I thrust my hips upward as I felt my ejaculation coming. Thick drops of semen were shot by my red and hard penis to the mirror in front. My legs wobbled and I sat on the bathroom floor. I do not play with my penis regularly. I just do it sometimes weekly or whenever I feel like it. So it was really a lot when I ejaculate semen. I looked at it dripping down the mirror. I cleaned up and showered then. That day was just another one of those boring days I had. I swam at the pool at the back of our house. I played video games. I skated at the part in the afternoon. Then, after eating dinner, I waited for my dad in the living room. I did not notice the time so I fell asleep on the couch. Later that night, I felt my dad carry me to my room. I heard him say something, but I did not understand. "Good night," I said, half-asleep. I woke up with my dad sitting on my bed. "Morning," he said. I wiped the drool on the corner of my mouth. "Good morning, birthday boy." My eyes lit when he said that. "You remembered?" He raised his brow. "You think I would forget?" "You're very busy. That's why I thought you have forgotten." He ruffled my hair. I love it when he do that. "I haven't. I will never forget your birthday," he said. I almost cried, but instead, I hugged him. I don't care if he think I'm weird, but I haven't hugged him for a long time. He hugged me back tightly. "Happy Birthday, Lincoln," he said. That day, dad drove his car to the mall, and we went shopping. He bought me new clothes and another pair of comfortable briefs. All of it were expensive. After that, we ate in a five-star restaurant. "Is it okay if I invite some of my workmates in our house?" dad asked me. "They know it was your birthday, and they are counting on me for a drink. "Yeah, sure," I told him. I was enjoying the delicious foods that we ordered. I know dad is not very good at drinking alcohol. A bottle is enough to make him drunk and sleepy. He seldom drink though, only when someone invites him. When I was in my room trying out my new clothes, I heard cars parked outside our house. Dad greeted them and showed them inside. I wore my new t-shirt and shorts then went down. There were three of them. All of them are good looking and young, only in their thirties like dad. They greeted me happy birthday and gave me gifts. We all sat in the living room and watched movies. My dad and his buddies drink beer while talking about their work and family. I listened to them watching my dad every time. He laughs with them. He looks so good laughing. His buddies told me how much I looked like my dad. I smiled proudly. Night came, and one-by-one our guests went home. Only one was left. Dad told him to stay for the night because the man's house is far. It was settled that the man, whose name I learned was John, would sleep on the sofa. Dad, on the other hand, was very drunk even though he had only drank a bottle unlike his peers who had five or six. I helped him climb the stairs to his room. "I can't believe you're so weak at alcohol, David." John chuckled as he watched my dad and me climb the stairs. At last, I had laid him down to his bed. I sat on his bed. "Thanks for remembering my birthday, dad." I kissed him on his cheek. "I love you." I went to my own room and got ready to sleep. I wore red pajamas then climbed up my bed. I fell asleep in an instant. I woke up in the middle of the night with the grumbling of my stomach. It was thirty minutes past twelve. I decided to go down and look for anything to eat in the kitchen. When I came to the living room, all the lights are off except for the light from the TV. I saw John's big silhouette sitting on the sofa. He noticed me and said, "Hey." "Hey." "You still up?" "I woke up feeling hungry," I told him. He chuckled. "Come here, I ordered pizza earlier." I went to the sofa and sat beside the muscular John. His body is really big and buffy. He is what you would call a body builder. He gave me a slice of pizza with his left hand. His right was holding something. I bit the pizza instantly. And in no time, I have eaten the whole slice. John gave me another. I looked at the TV. A hot scene from a movie was playing on the screen. I watched while eating the pizza. Suddenly, I noticed a movement beside me. It was John, his right hand moving up and down. "Wha--" I was about to ask what he was doing when I realized it. John smirked. My face flushed pink. Why is he doing that here? Even when I'm right here beside him. "Do you cum yet, huh, Lincoln my boy?" "What?" I asked him confusedly. "Cum. You know, when your cock became excited and released sperms," John said while still pumping his fist. I was very red. But John would not see it in the dark. I still haven't answered when John spoke again. "I have a son your age. He has been addicted to jerking off. He does it everywhere. In school, in our house, in the park, and public bathrooms," he chuckled. "It was me who taught him." John winked at me. My penis became hard in thinking that John thought his son to masturbate. I covered it with my hands. "Hey. You're getting hard. Get it out." John caught me covering it. "Show me how you play with it." I was very confused and horny. I didn't know what to do. "What if my dad see?" I asked John. He laughed. "He's drunk. Very drunk. He won't be sober until tomorrow." I looked at him in the eyes. His eyes were filled with lust. He nodded at me. "Come on, my boy. Show me." I reluctantly freed my hard penis from my pajamas and underwear. John pulled me close to him. "Come on, take it off." John pulled down my red pajamas and brief leaving me with only my pajama tops and a hard penis. He pulled my legs apart and pushed me back to lean my back on the sofa. "Play with it. You're already fourteen. I'm guessing you can cum." I followed him and stroked my penis with my right hand. His leg and thigh touched mine, and it felt good to be near him. "Yeah. Milk that cock of yours." John stroked my thigh down to my leg. Then he lifted it over his own thigh. There, he has full access of my right thigh and leg. He continued fondling my hairless leg. He then went further to my inner thigh, and it felt so good that I stroked my penis crazily. "Mmm," I said muffling my moans. "Stop," John said all of a sudden. At first, I thought he was angry. I complied and put my hand away from my pulsing and veiny penis. I stared at him. He laughed at how horny I looked. Then, he brought his left hand, which is greasy from the pizza, to my own hard penis. I moaned loudly at his touch. It was the first time someone else has touched me there except myself and my dad. Although, it was a long time since dad had touched me there. John squeezed my penis so hard. I moaned loudly. "Ahh!" It was so loud that if my dad was awake and not drunk, he would've heard me. John stroked me roughly with his left hand while stroking himself with his right. His hand was so rough and I kept moaning from pain but mostly from new pleasure. Suddenly, John leaned his head over my cock and spat copious amount of drool directly to the tip of my penis. He used it as a lube and stroked me as fast as possible. He stroked it again at the same pace, or faster. The rough pain subsided, and the pleasure increased. My toes curled and my hands balled into fist. Fountain of sperms were released from my very red and sticky penis. Some of it landed on the sofa we were sitting. Some on my pajama tops and the rest on John's hand. He chuckled. "So quick. You lack experience. But I knew it. You can cum. Now, clean up your mess." He brought his hand in front of my face. I stared at him exhausted. I can't believe what he said next. "Lick it up." His voice was very firm. And his eyes are looking at me fiercely. So I ended up licking all of my sperm in his hand. That was my first time tasting it. It tasted salty. "Good," he said. He brought back his hand to my softening penis and began stroking it again. "Ahh. John, please... stop. It hurts. Ahh." I pleaded him but he kept stroking my penis and the very sensitive head. "Do you know there are other ways to play with yourself," he said. I answered him with a moan. He then stopped stroking me. I can't believe my penis is hard again. "Raise your legs," he said. I complied confusedly. He pushed my knees further up my chest, exposing my white butt. John grazed it with his fingers. Then, he leaned again to spit another amount of saliva down to my butthole. I was startled when a finger entered me. "John!" I shouted his name. He explored the inside of my butt with his finger. I found it gross but he continued doing it anyway, adding fingers along the way. When three fingers are inside, I cried, "It hurts!" He answered by spitting on my face. I felt his drool dripping down my nose and forehead. He spat once more. Then another. Until my whole face is covered with his saliva. My butthole started to loosen, and John can easily enter his fingers inside. He put his finger middle finger further inside up to his knuckle. Then, when he touched a certain spot, I almost passed out. I didn't know what it was, but it was the best thing I felt. I started to push back against his finger. John laughed. "You're learning, my boy," he said and spat on me once again. "Mmm. Aaahhh!" I moaned out loud. When my mouth was opened from my moan, John spat directly to my mouth. I closed it immediately. "Open your mouth," he said. I can't do anything but comply to his orders. He spat once more, and I swallowed his drool. His fingers are now massaging my hole. I can't think straight. All I felt was pleasure. I was covered in John's spit, but I did not care. John developed a rhythm with his fingers. I pushed back. "More!" I shouted. I didn't know what I want, but I kept moaning for more. It seems like John's fingers inside me are connected to my cock. Soon, it had me convulsing my release. Another mess of sperms spread on the sofa and my shirt. That is all I could remember that night. I passed out with John's fingers still inside me.