Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2015 10:56:04 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Me and Dad. Part one.  TG.

 This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
	       or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     It was some years before I learned that I had been born out of wedlock
and that my mother had moved in with the man that I come to call my dad.
What happened between them, I never found out but when I was three years
old she suddenly disappeared and I was left with Don. But he then took care
of me and even got me christened in with his surname. With me then becoming
Daniel Arthur  Nemes, and was always called Dan. My so called dad's name
was Donald Oliver Nemes and so he was always know as Don. It was a quirk of
the family because his granddad's name was Ronald Oswald Nemes and known as
Ron with his father being John Owen Nemes, and known as Jon.

But that is quite irrelevant to my story just to say that when Ron, that
was the granddad, died, dad was the only member of the Nemes family except
for me. So dad looked after me, after a fashion, letting me play with my
toys and could even go into what he called his study, for that was where he
worked, as long as I didn't interrupt him in his writing.

He would quite often have me sit on his lap to tell me of a story that he
had written for it was mostly for children that he wrote his books and
seemed to do well, for they kept us fed and housed with the royalties he
got from the sales. I was quite thrilled to listen to him tell me the
latest story and at the same time was educating me in the English language.
By the time I was five and had to go to school, I was already ahead of the
other children in knowing my alphabet and was quite good at spelling.

Dad would take me every morning and collect me when school time finished,
me having lunch at school. He would cook my meals for me and see to me
having a regular bath and putting me to bed at night. But that was where
things changed for I would quite often have bad dreams and wake up crying
and it became a habit of me leaving my bedroom and getting into bed with
him for comfort.

He gave up in trying to keep me in my own bed, even his kicking me out of
his didn't stop me from returning, and that's where my problem began. I was
ten years old then and I would quite often have my penis rise up to be
quite a piece of solid flesh though it was more like a pencil without the
lead. There was no way that I could make it soften up and even tried
playing with my small balls, but even that didn't work.

It had become a habit of mine to sleep under the covers and would most
night, rest my head of dad's stomach and one morning on waking up, I tried
squashing my aroused cock and hoped that playing with my balls would help.
It didn't and for the first time, put my hand across dad's thigh I felt his
balls. Well they felt at least three times the size of mine, maybe four
even. I would then gently move them around with my fingers with the palm of
my hand underneath them.

What I didn't know then, that with me playing with his balls, even though
he was asleep, it aroused him. It was somewhat of a shock when, with my
head lying up on his stomach, I felt the tip of his cock touch my nose. I
immediately pulled my head back and let go of his balls, and trembled in
case he might have been mad at me for playing with him as I had been doing.
But he didn't wake up.

It was now summer time and so the only cover on the bed was a sheet, so
with dawn breaking, there was enough light in the room for me to see what I
had been playing with before while still under this sheet. So the following
morning, I played with his balls again and now watched as I saw his cock
start to grow and lay up on his stomach, the tip again touching my face. I
could see the small crack in it and knew it was just like mine only much
bigger and it was from this slit or eye I began to call it, was what I and
him peed from. I could also see that with the head being quite thick, that
it was halfway out of his foreskin. I knew these names by reading it all
from a book in the study.

The next morning was a turning point for with me playing with his balls
again, gently I must say, I watched his cock grown again only this time
with the angle my head was in, the tip of it touched my lips. It must have
been an automatic reaction on my part for my tongue came out from between
my lips and licked the eye of his cock. I froze when I heard him give out a
groan and lay there paralysed until I knew that he wasn't awake as of yet.
It was several minutes before I moved again and now saw a translucent pearl
on the head of the eye of his cock and flicked my tongue out to bring it
into my mouth.

It tasted like honey though I'd never seen honey being so clear and it even
tasted better than what came out of a jar. I carried on playing with his
balls hoping that some more of this clear honey like pearl would appear
again, but sadly it didn't. It was now the summer holiday time for me and
so dad didn't have to get up early to see to breakfast before I went off to
school on my own now.

I was a little shocked when I saw his hand come up from the other side of
his body and take hold of his rigid cock and give it a few rubs, before
grunting and moving his body to one side. I felt him get out of bed and
came up from under the bed sheet to see him go into the bathroom. I made
out that I was still asleep when he came back into the bedroom but saw
through my half closed eyes, that his cock had deflated a little and
instead of sticking out from his groin, was hanging a little bit lower
though still looked hard.

He got back into bed though he went and rolled onto his side away from me
and it was some time later that I learned that he had gone into the
bathroom, not for a pee, but to jerk himself off. Well that was my fun over
for the day and it wasn't long before I had to go to the toilet, my pencil
like cock had wilted enough for me to do what I had to, to empty my
bladder.

`Do you want me to make some coffee dad?' I asked, seeing that he had one
eye open and looking at me.

`Yes please,' he said, and so I went downstairs and made us both a mug full
and took them back up to the bedroom and placed one on his side and carried
mine round to mine, putting it down before getting back into bed. I've
forgotten to tell you that neither of us wore pyjamas in bed though you
must have guessed that already because of what I had been doing under the
covers.

With our coffee having been finished, we both got up, had a shower and
while I dressed he had a shave as I went downstairs to see to our
breakfast. He spent the rest of the day in the study writing, while I
played games on the laptop computer he had given me on my last birthday. It
was just a snack lunch for he later cooked our dinner before we sat and
watched some television till ten o'clock. This was my bedtime and I said my
goodnight to him, giving him the usual kiss on the cheek before I went up
and into bed. I was always asleep before he came up and got in alongside me.

With me going to bed earlier than him was why I was always awake before he
was. My head, as usual, was lying on his stomach and gently played with his
balls and watch his cock grown before my eyes and within a few minutes, saw
this pearl of honey come out of the eye and licked it off to savour before
swallowing it. This time, I took my hand off from his balls and gently put
my hand up onto his cock as it lay on his stomach and could feel the beat
of his heart as it slowly pulsated.

I slowly and gently, began to rub it up and down, feeling that the muscle
that the skin covered, was as hard as an iron bar. I was surprised at how
easily that the skin moved over the solid muscle and saw that another white
pearl come out of the eye. Only this time, I didn't just lick it off but
took the whole head into my mouth for my tongue to then take it off to
swallow. Mind you, the head of his cock only just fitted into my mouth but
was able to have my tongue move over the flesh that had been bared with my
lips having pushed the skin down from the head.

I heard him give out a groan and I froze, his cock still throbbing away in
my mouth as I stopped rubbing his hard cock. Then nearly shit a brick when
I heard him speak.

`Don't stop now Dan, I was enjoying that,' he said. I was paralysed and
couldn't move for a moment. `Carry on. I was enjoying that,' he said. It
took a minute for me to really understand what he had said and then slowly
began to move my hand up and down on his cock though I had stopped sucking
on him.

`Hold it harder and squeeze it more as you move your hand,' I heard him
say, his voice sounding a little hoarse. This I did, really gripping it
tighter now that he was awake and knew what I was doing. I found that I was
enjoying this and even went and gave the bare head a lick.

`Keep going for I'm nearly there,' he gasped, me not knowing then what he
was talking about until I felt his thighs tighten up against my side and
then could feel the underside of his cock start to expand and suddenly saw
a mass of creamy fluid shoot out of his cock to land in a mess on his
stomach. `Don't stop,' he cried out as I had come to a stop. `there's more
coming.' So I kept squeezing his cock as I rubbed the skin up and down over
the still hard flesh beneath it, to see another four shots come out of the
eye, though not so powerful as the first load.

I felt his thighs slacken and him give out a big sigh and guessed that that
was it, but I was wrong. I was still mesmerised at seeing the result of my
moving my hand on his cock and more so when I saw two fingers of his left
hand come down and scoop up some of that stuff that had come out of his
cock. His hand moved back and it was only a minute later that I learned
that he had sucked it off his fingers. For his hand came back down and
scooped some more off of his stomach.

`Here,' he said, his fingers moving towards my face. `Take some and you'll
find it quite pleasant.' It was an involuntary reaction on my part that
when the tips of his fingers touched my lips that I opened my mouth and had
him push some of that cream from his cock inside. I couldn't help but drag
it off his fingers and have it move round on my tongue before I swallowed
it. He was right, for it didn't taste bad at all and was quite pleasant in
the taste of it.

I then let go of his still hard cock and moved from under the bed sheet,
helping myself up with a hand on his chest until my head was out in the
clear and close to his.

`I'm sorry dad. I don't really know what and why I was doing that,' I said,
not understanding the smile on his face, for I had expected him to hit me.

`Dan, Dan, don't worry, for I enjoyed what you've just done,' and his hands
came up and pulled my head towards his and had him kiss me. Now this was
the first time that he had ever kissed me on the lips, and not only did I
enjoy that kiss from him but the fact that he also pulled my whole body up
tight to him as he cuddled me.

`You can do that to me as many times you like and when you are a bit older
and can cum yourself, I'll do the same for you,' he said and kissed me
again. `But why wait,' he added and rose up and pushed the bed sheet down
and told me to lie on my back as he moved down the bed and what I least
expected, had him take my thin but hard cock into his mouth and started
sucking on it as he rubbed his hand up and down on it.

I couldn't help but gasp as I felt the heat from his mouth covering the
head of my cock as he took it inside, feeling his tongue move over the
bared flesh he'd uncovered with pushing my foreskin down. My body had
stiffened at first but now it was relaxing but then it began to pain my
cock and told him that it was hurting me, and so he stopped and lifted his
head up. `It might take a little time, but when you have reached the right
time of your puberty, it will be much different, but this won't hurt at
all,' he said as his head went down again and I gave out another gasp as he
took my balls into his mouth to suck and move them about in their sac.

It was about six months later before this happened which I will come to in
time.

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