Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 15:03:17 EDT
From: Zak556@aol.com
Subject: Exploring the Woods III

Part Three - "Exploring the Woods"
By: Zak556
Adult stuff, if offended do not read.

After my second weekend, exploring the woods, my life pretty much changed and
took a new direction. I spent most of my waking and dreaming hours from the
backside of a hardon. My every thought seemed to be consumed by guys, their
cocks and the bulges in every pair of pants that passed my way.  I had my
hands on my cock every chance I got, even walking down the street from inside
my pockets. I tried desperately to make out sizes and shapes of cocks in the
pants of everyone I knew, even my dad.
    My dad was a hardworking factory worker, always in good shape. He'd never
talked to me about sex, and eventhough I certainly didn't need to be talked
to about it, I longed for an intimate connection with him. I started thinking
about his cock, wondering how big it was, how often he had sex with my mom
and if he ever jacked off too. I wondered why I'd never got a chance to see
his cock, whether he was shy or just private. I wanted to see it and became
obsessed with that goal.
    The following week, my mother left to visit an aunt for a few days. She
had fallen and needed some special care and attention in a nearby town. My
mother was always one to pitch in when family needed help. With her absence I
began to formulate a plan.
    It was Saturday morning and my father had just got in the shower. Now we
did have a downstairs bathroom, so I had to figure out a way to barge in on
him upstairs. I decided to tell him the downstairs toilet was plugged so I
could use the one in his bathroom while he was showering. I knocked on the
door, heard him stop whistling and ask, "Yes?" in a disturbed, semi-irritated
tone.
    "Down stairs john is plugged dad," I started, "I gotta pee."
    "Can't you wait a couple minutes," he replied.
    "No, Dad, please," I continued.
    "All right, but hurry," he grunted.
    I walked in and dropped my boxers to the floor in front of the toilet. I
stood there holding my cock and glanced sideways through the pebbly glass of
the shower stall. I my father's naked body for the first time. He had a great
body, but I just couldn't make out enough detail. He had a nice round butt,
like mine and from what I could see, a great deal of body hair. As he turned
I could see the dark frame of cockhair and the nice long cock bouncing around
as he washed. I wanted more. I thought a minute and then reached for the
handle and flushed the toilet. He let out a yawl and jumped out of the shower.
    "What the hell are you doing," he screamed standing wet and dripping and
naked in front of me.
    "Oh dad, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," I pleaded.
    "Jesus," he continued and reached for his towel. His cock was beautiful,
full and manly, framed with dark curly hair that worked it way up over his
belly onto his muscular stomach, into his hairy chest. I took it all in and
he watched me looking him over. I stood naked with my boxers around my ankles
and my cock started to get hard. I panicked and reached for my boxers and
pulled them up over my lengthening cock. The bulge was still obvious despite
my small size and the tented white shorts certainly didn't hide my
excitement. He starred at my shorts with a curious look on his face.
    "You'd better get going," he continued as he toweled his back. I
couldn't stop looking at his cock, wondering how big it would get, wondering
what he'd do if I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth.
    "Want me to dry your back," I stammered, but what really meant was `want
me to suck your cock?'
    "No," he stuttered. "No, it's okay."
    I took one last look at his great cock, the cock that had made me and
left the bathroom.
    "Damn," I thought, "so close, so damn close."
    I wanted it.
    I went to my room which was right next to his and moved into the closet
that separated us. I listened at the wall. In just a minute or two, he came
into his room and I heard the springs on his bed as he sat down. I listened
carefully, hoping to hear something. I wanted to be close to him, to feel his
cock. I needed another cock so bad. I began to faintly hear him moan, and the
sound that sounded like jacking off. I listened to the rhythm of his jacking.
Was he thinking about me? I wondered.
    I wanted him so bad, wanted a cock so bad.
    I listened to him stroking his cock and decided to make another move.
    I went to his room, reached for the handle, turned and pushed my way in.
I was still only wearing my boxers.
    He was setting naked on the bed and stroking his cock, he jumped and
covered himself with his towel.
    "What the hell do you want," he shouted.
    "I needed to ask you something," realizing he was about to beat my ass
for barging in on him.
    "What," he nearly shouted.
    "Ummm," I stammered, "Will you show me how to ... jack off?"
    Okay, I know it was a stretch, but I was desperate.
    He looked at me funny, trying to figure out what to say, trying to not be
embarrassed that I'd caught him jacking off. He looked at my shorts, still
hard inside.
    "Have you tried to do it? " he started, "How do you know about jacking
off?"
    "I hear guys talking about it all the time," I answered, "I get hard a
lot, like this." I pointed at my hard cock. "I've tried, but can't seem to
make it work, not sure how to do it."
    He starred at my tented white boxers. And stammered a response. "It's
natural at your age to start getting hard all the time. Guys do that. Guys
masturbate a lot, it's okay. That's what I was doing when you came in."
    "I saw your penis in the bathroom," I continued. "Will mine get that big?"
    "I'm sure it will," he said.
    "I'm almost fourteen and I don't have any hair yet." I replied, " is
that normal?"
    "Everyone develops at different rates," he said, "you'll get your hair,
don't worry."
    "What about my size," I asked, " will I get any bigger?"
    Before he could respond, I pushed my boxers down to the floor and stood
naked in front of him. Before my trips to the woods, I'd never have had the
nerve to do this.
    "I'm sure you will get bigger," he started, starring at my hard cock,
"all guys develop at different schedules. Your dick if perfectly fine for
your age."
    "Can I see yours dad," I pleaded, "please? Will you show me how to
masturbate?"
    Here was the moment of truth, if he let me see his cock, I knew I'd have
a chance of getting it all the way. I waited. He starred at me, thinking. I
waited as my cock throbbed up and down with my heartbeat.
    "I don't know if that's a good idea," he replied.
    "Please dad?" I continued.
    "Well," he stuttered. "Maybe just for a minute."
    He slowly dropped his towel off his cock. It was beautiful. Thick and
heavily veined it was framed in rich dark shiny hair. It had gone soft from
by abrupt entrance. It was probably six inches long without even being hard.
    "Its so big dad," I continued.
    "So will yours be son," he replied, "give it time."
    "Can I touch it," I whispered, my heart beating in my throat?
    "I don't think that's a good idea," he sputtered. "Guys shouldn't touch
other guys dicks, I mean penises."
    "Please dad," I persisted, "I just want to feel what a penis as big as
yours feels like."
    "Your mother would kill me if I let you, if I did this."
    "She doesn't need to know," I pushed.
    "Just this once," he conceded.
    Before he had a chance to change his mind, I moved forward, sat beside
him on the bed and grabbed his penis in my hand. I squeezed lightly and
watched the head grow shiny and purple as I closed my finger around his shaft
and squeezed. I kept doing it till it started to grow hard.
    "You'd better stop now," he said and reached for my hand.
    I pushed his hand away and kept squeezing and began to stroke the shaft
as it got longer and thicker.
    "Just lay back dad," I pushed. "I want to, please let me."
    With my other hand I pushed his shoulder back and down onto the bed and
kept stroking his cock. My dad who'd never let me tell him what to do, was
actually let me take charge. I sat indian style, my legs crossed, my knees
touching his beautiful body and stroked his cock. It was fully hard now,
thick and huge, probably nine inches in total. I'd never seen anything so
beautiful. Even Mike's cock wasn't this big. I kept stroking as he closed
his eyes and began to moan. I moved my other hand all over his hairy chest,
feeling his nipples, the thick coarse hair.
    "You'd better stop," he stuttered, "you'd shouldn't, we shouldn't be
doing this."
    "It's okay dad," I reassured, "I really want to."
    I kept stoking and stroking his cock and wanted so badly to put it in my
mouth, but was afraid of totally freaking him out. I kept stroking, squeezing
and stroking.
    I loved giving him this pleasure. I enjoyed watching him moan and move
from side to side as I stroked his cock. His hips kept rising against my
thrusts. I stroked and suddenly his breathing got harder and faster.  His
moaning got loader and then he exploded out of the end of his cock and down
my hand. His beautiful white cum spilled out of his cock and down over my
fingers and into his thick black pubic hair. I kept pumping, firmly forcing
every drop out of his massive dick.
    When he finished, he opened his eyes and looked at me looking at his
white cum. I lifted my fingers and licked the cum into my mouth as he
watched. Now he knew, he knew his son loved his cock and wanted it. Now he
knew.
    I ran a finger into his cockhair and lifted more of the cum and sucked it
off my finger. His seed that had made me, I now swallowed.
    "This isn't right," he tried to say, " we shouldn't be doing this. It's
wrong."
    "I want to dad," I continued, "I like it."
    "Will you show me how to make my penis do that?"
    "I think you know how," he smiled. "Just do the same as you did to my
cock. It felt great."
    "I really, really liked it dad."
    "Lie back now and stroke you cock," he said. "Just take your time and
think about sexy things, like naked girls. Think about things that make your
penis hard."
    I laid back on the bed, my hips and leg against him and started stroking
my cock. I didn't think about naked girls, I thought about cocks, his cock. I
pretended to fumble and do it all wrong. "I can't make it work dad."
    "Just stroke it up and down," he encouraged. "Just feel what feels right
as you stroke. You'll figure it out."
    I fumbled some more and kept slipping my hand off the end of my cock and
letting it drop. I kept fumbling.
    "Just slow down and do it carefully, feel it," he said.
    I fumbled some more, moaned some and looked up at him.
    "Will you do it for me dad?"
    He starred at my cock, looked up at my face. I was pleading with my eyes.
And then he carefully took my cock in his hand and started stroking for me.
Since it was only about three of four inches, he couldn't use his whole fist,
he only used his thumb and first finger.
    "You know I shouldn't be doing this," he said.
    "I know dad, but if feels so good."
    "You stroke to just over the rim of the head and then back down tight to
the base, sometimes fast, sometime slow, whatever feels right."
    My cock throbbed with pleasure as he stroked it for me. Faster and faster
he pumped my dick. "Oh dad," I moaned. "It feels so good. I can't believe it."
    I thrust my hips like he had against his strokes. I loved every second,
such a strong connection suddenly between us. I loved it. I knew I was
getting close and didn't want to end the feeling, the moment. I glanced at
his face and noticed a smile, something rarely seen on my dad. And then in a
blinding flash of light I exploded. Cum shot up into the air, landed on my
face, on my chest. I looked at dad and he was smiling watching my cock
explode, he looked proud. I groaned loud to let him know how good it felt. I
wondered if he'd taste my cum too. He just starred and released my cock.
    "It felt so good dad." I ran my hands through the cum on my chest and
stomach. "This is what they call cum, right?"
    "It is," he said, "or semen."
    I reached for his cock again, but he pushed my hand away and told me to
get dressed. He seemed disturbed, bothered by what had happened. I wanted
more. He threw on some sweats and left the room. I went back to my bedroom
and dressed. When I came downstairs, he had gone out. I wandered around the
house wondering where he'd gone. I went into his room again and found a pair
of his jockeys on the floor, I picked them up and smelled then, smelled my
dad's scent. I held the white cotton shorts to my face and got hard all over
again.
    He didn't return until late in the afternoon and didn't speak much at
all. He'd brought home for fast food for lunch and took his out on the deck
with the paper. I wasn't sure what to do to make him feel okay. I knew I'd
better stay away for a while and hoped he'd adjust to the change in our
relationship. The day continued about the same, with him keeping his
distance. When evening came, he told me he was going to bed early and went to
his room.
    As I passed his room later, I heard the television. I knocked and he
didn't answer. I went to bed. I woke around three with another incredibly
throbbing hardon and couldn't get back to sleep. I decided to take another
chance with dad. I went to his room and listened, he was snoring loud,
sleeping deep. I carefully opened his door and went in. I got down on all
fours and crawled across the carpet to his bed. He'd kicked most of the
covers off and was sleeping in a t-shirt and his jockeys. In the light from
the window, I could see the outline of that beautiful cock. I wondered if I
was going too far. I reached for the waistband and slowly began to pull them
down, I thought sure he'd wake as I pulled them down over his dick, pulled
them from under his butt and down over his thighs, off completely. His
snoring slowed and I didn't move. His cock started to grow as the cool air
hit it. I leaned over him and blew slowly on it, it kept growing. His
breathing got harder. I knew I was pushing it, I carefully felt the coarse
smoothness of his black pubic hair, felt his balls, his stomach. I leaned
over his throbbing hard cock and licked the entire shaft. He moaned lightly.
I wasn't sure whether I should continue but I did. I licked and kissed the
head like Mike had taught me and then lifting it, I sucked the head into my
mouth. His moaning got louder and I moved down on his cock, all the way to
the base. Sucking my dad's cock.
    I gently grabbed his balls and rolled them in my hand while I sucked his
cock. I kept sucking wondering if I could get him to shoot in my mouth. I
sucked and stroked, pressing my teeth hard behind my lips, sucking out the
air out so the inside of my mouth pressed tight all around his cock. Every
once in a while, I'd look up and he'd still be sleeping, moaning but still
sleeping. He started thrusting his hip, still sleeping and I sucked and made
love to my own father's cock. I sucked and sucked and then without notice he
shot a huge load, I swallowed every drop.
    I sucked and fondled his balls till he went soft again, still sleeping. I
wondered if he was actually awake, pretending to be asleep. Regardless, I
decided I'd better go back to my bed. I kissed his cock, covered him with his
sheet and left.
    The next morning when I got up, he was eating breakfast in the kitchen.
He said nothing. He left for work and since it was summer I was alone for the
day in the house. After I showered, it felt good being naked, so I decided to
stay that way for a while. I went back to the kitchen and fixed myself some
oatmeal. It did feel weird cooking in the kitchen totally naked. As I looked
at my oatmeal, I thought for a moment and then stood up and making sure it
wasn't too hot, stuck my hard cock into the warm oatmeal. What a feeling. I
used it to stir around, got it all gooey and stroked it a while covered in
the sticky cereal. It didn't take long till it shot my first load of the
morning right in the cereal. I moaned, wiped it off and eat my extra-creamy
breakfast.
    I was rinsing my bowl, smiling at the extra zing in my oatmeal when the
doorbell rang. It kept ringing, I grabbed the only thing handy, a small dish
towel. It barely reached around my waist, leaving my hip totally exposed. I
went to the door.
    "Who's there," I asked.
    "Cleaner delivery," a guy's voice answered.
    I opened the door and peeking around the corner, saw a tall thin guy with
a load of clothes on hangers. He noticed my naked shoulder and the angle I
was leaning and probably knew I was not wearing much. He smiled. He had long
blond hair and an ear ring in each ear.
    "Umm," I stuttered, "I'm not dressed, but I guess you can bring it in."
    I opened the door to let him in, stood behind the door while he moved
past into the living room. He looked back and glanced up and down my barely
covered body.
    "Mom home kid?"
    "No she out of town," I replied.
    "Your dad?"
    "At work," I continued.
    "Well, I need to be paid if you want your stuff," he said.
    "You can put that stuff over the couch," I continued. "I think there's a
check for you on the refrigerator. I'll be right back."
    I looked back as I walked toward the kitchen, he was watching me. I found
the check clipped on the frig and when I turned around he was behind me.
    "Great kid," he said as he grabbed the check and shoved it in his pocket.
"What about my tip?"
    "I don't know," I stuttered and tried to readjust my towel that kept
slipping.
    "I think I know where my tip is," he smirked and grabbed the towel, jer
ked it from my hands and threw it over his shoulder. He smiled as he
starred at my exposed cock. "Yah, nice little dick boy. I'll take that for my
tip."
    As I tried to cover my cock with my hands, he grabbed me and pushed me
onto the kitchen table on my back.
    "Stop it," I shouted, trying to act like I wasn't incredibly excited
about what was coming.
    He ran his hands all over my body and watched my little cock grow hard
immediately. He grabbed it and stroked. "Nice little cock," he grinned,
"looks like it ready for a good time."
    He sucked it right into his mouth and pumped it right to the base. He
reached up and pinched my nipples, making them stand up hard. He continued to
suck. I loved being forced like that. I thought about reaching over and
unzipping his pants, but decided to let him run the show. He stopped sucking
for a minute and stroked it by hand. He saw the raspberry jam I'd left on the
table and grabbed the knife, filled it with a glob and spread it over my cock
and balls, laughing. "Let's have a little sweet on that sweet little cock."
    He sucked it all off both my cock and my balls and then jacked me till I
exploded again, all over my chest. He laughed, rubbing it all over my body.
    "Now I think I'll feed you too," he said as he reached for the buckle of
his jeans.
    "No please," I pleaded, "please don't make me do that." I couldn't wait.
    He undid the buckle, the catch on his jeans, he unzipped and stripped
down his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I starred and another
sweet cock that was about to be mine. He had blond pubs and a long thin cock,
uncut. The skin completely encased the head of the cock and gathered together
over the end. I was fascinated. He moved close to my head and holding his
cock pressed it against my lips. I tried to keep them tight together,
pretending I didn't want it, pretending I didn't love it. He squeezed the
sides of my face till my mouth opened and he plunged in.
    I felt the heavy skin-covered head pressing right to my throat. As he
pulled back, I felt the skin move back and forth over the head as he pumped.
"You like that prick boy," he asked. I just moaned. He took it out of my
mouth and rubbed it all over my face, on my neck, over my chest, shoved it in
the jam jar and back into my mouth.
    I sucked it clean. He kept pumping and he held my head steady by holding
a handful of my hair. I really liked being taken by force by him, I felt my
cock starting to get hard again. He saw it too, laughed and pulled his cock
out of my mouth and moved down to my legs again, he grabbed my cock and
shoved the head of my cock inside the skin of his cockhead. I felt the tight
skin holding my cockhead tight against his. He jacked his cock holding mine
in place and then exploded, blowing cum all around my cockhead all over both
his and mine, it squeezed out and ran down my small cock onto my balls. He
laughed. It was wild. He dropped my cock and moved back to my head and jammed
it back into my mouth. "Suck it clean boy," he ordered. I did, with pleasure.
    He jerked it out of my mouth and pulled up his pants. "Thanks for the
tip." He laughed and left.
    I pulled myself off the table smiled at the episode and cleaned up the
mess.
    Dad and I went out to dinner that night, but didn't talk about anything
of a personal nature -- small talk as usual with dad. I wondered if I was
going to get his cock again. As we talked I thought about getting his cock
while he slept, I thought about the delivery guy's jam coated treat and I
wondered what the waiter's cock looked like as he served our dinner.
    After we got back home, I set my alarm for three again and went in for
another attack. I crept into dad's room, across to his bed. He slept with the
sheet tight around his neck, I got down on the floor, lifted the sheet from
the side and to my surprise, he was sleeping naked. Dad never did that. I
smiled. I was pretty sure now that he was waiting for me. I didn't worry
about waking him but wen t right to work on that man-sized tool. I loved it,
I loved it over and over. I kissed it, licked it, sucked it, made total love
to it. Then I tried something new, I went to the bathroom, got some lotion,
rubbed it all over his cock. He didn't wake. I then crawled on his bed,
straddled his hips like I had Mike and slowly sat down on my dad's huge cock.
All nine inches were soon buried inside me. I sat squeezing the muscles
around his massive cock. He didn't wake. I began rising and lowering up and
down on his incredible dick, I felt his huge balls as I fucked myself. I
loved it. He moaned, but pretended to not wake. I fucked myself till he
exploded inside me. I saw a smile, no eyes, but a smile and felt his
pleasure, knew my pleasure.
    I sat there till I knew he'd gone soft, crawled off him, off his bed,
kissed his cock, and went back to my room. Dad was mine now, I wondered how
long till he'd not have to pretend to be asleep, I hoped mom would be gone
for a long time. Maybe dad would start taking naps.
    And now I'd explored dad's "wood" too. I wondered who was next.

End of part three.