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A Love Story

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by Mx Bear The story I am about to tell is very important to me and I want to share it for the first time in my life. And I do not reveal my name since this is something very private between my father and I, which I would like to share with you but I am not sure he wants to, mostly because we still have sex 20 years later our first experience. This is more a romantic story than a sexual oneI am a 33 year old, happily married rancher in south-east Mexico, with three young children. My father is French and my mother is Italian. So you will have to excuse my mistakes in English since it is not my mother language. This was back in 1978 when I was a 14 year old high-school student and my father was a 40 year old cattleman. He is still is a cattle breeder but he is now almost 60. At 14, I was a regular teenager with regular sex talks with my schoolmates full of curiosity and fantasy rather than experience. I had only had heterosexual fantasies during my masturbation sessions which were almost daily and fed with Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I had used heterosexual porn material, which we exchanged at school, to arouse myself. A male homosexual act hadn't crossed my mind up to this point, neither had I seen one (live or on magazines). On day I was talking with my best friend (and cousin) who told me he had seen sexual toys hidden in his parents closet and that he was now sure every couple used them. I had my doubts since I couldn't think of my parents as sexual people. But the thought stayed in my head for months. Once I saw this magazine where such toys were being used and for the first time I realized something could be inserted in a man's asshole for pure pleasure. One night my parents went out to a party and my younger brother and sisters were all asleep, so I decided to search for these toys in my parent's secret places, meaning places I never looked in before. Obviously the search was without success and the kinkiest things I found were my mother's underwear. But I couldn't go back to sleep so I thought about my father's desk, which drawers were always locked. So I went downstairs, to his office, and opened the first drawer with a kitchen knife. Nothing interesting there, only check books and office stuff of all sorts. I opened a second one. There was this metal box, very much like the tool boxes we used at workshop class at school. It had a tiny lock which could be opened only with a code. I remembered those locks at the school's gym were rather easy to open feeling carefully the click each time the digit was the right one. Surprisingly I was able to open it and what I found there changed my sexual point of view forever. There were several gay magazines with men in action. Mostly with young, body hairless boys like me (maybe not as young) I looked at each of these magazines very carefully. Got very excited and jacked off right there, at my Dad's office which was (is) filled with his pipe's aroma. After finishing with myself, I put everything back as it was. Next day my father asked who had been trying to open his drawers with a knife because I obviously left the marks on the wood. I said I was looking for a pen. He apparently did not find out I had also been looking at his magazines inside that metal tool box. After that night, I kept going back to those magazines when my parents were away (I found out the way to open the drawers without leaving traces of my presence). Homosexual fantasies began being more frequent while having solo sex but curiously I had fantasies with older men: school teachers, priests but mostly with my father. I had heterosexual fantasies with girls also, but this new thing gave my masturbatory sexual life a new meaning. I never tried anything with my friends or with my cousins but got a lot more interested in their sexual stories, and also got a lot more interested in the men in porn magazines. My father is a very tall and strong man (6'4"). He has this working man Popeye's kind of arms, all covered with a fur. He has deep blue eyes and a white beard (now) covering his face. He is very handsome. (I think he is and I have heard others saying so). But anyway, back to my story. A year or so had passed by since I first discovered those magazines. It was during winter when uncle (my mother's brother) and my father planned this camping trip to the mountains of Central Mexico so we, the children, could see the snow for the first time in our lives. They took only the boys, we were four boys (me the eldest) and two adults. The first night was well below freezing so I was very cold in my sleeping bag. Next morning everybody decided to take a walk up the slopes of a volcano and see and touch the ice. My father said he was tired and that he preferred to stay in the camp site and gather some dry wood for lunch and dinner. He asked me to stay and help him out. I was happy to do so because at those altitudes it is very hard to breath and climb up the mountains. And I was also tired. After a few hours after my brother left with our uncle and his children, I told my father about the intense cold I had felt the night before. My father had always been a very cold man, he hardly touched his children so I wasn't expecting what just followed: he hugged me and kept me next to him, trying to give me the warmth I needed and the care I had never had before from him. He kissed my forehead several times, always repeating how much he loved me. I was completely paralyzed, maybe colder than before. He told me how difficult it was for him to see me growing up into a man (I was 15, almost 16 then). I could swear he had been drinking. I couldn't find any other way to explain his attitude: so much love and comfort and hugs. Things he had never, ever, done before!!! As time went by, and he kept having me very close to his body, I sort of eased up a little bit and finally found myself comfortable in his arms. "Do you love your Daddy?" he kept asking me -in French- as he kept kissing my forehead. And I kept answering: "oui". His lips suddenly began heading down my face, first my eyelids, then my nose until finally he reached my mouth. The degree of intimacy had been growing so much that it was fairly obvious he was going to do that, so I wasn't surprised when this finally happened. I was sort of expecting it to happen. It was a long deep kiss; our tongues rolled up around each other. I had kissed girls before, but never so passionately. We both had our dicks hard under our winter clothes. The feeling of his beard like a teddy bear on my face, I just loved that, and I still do. The sweet taste of his pipe's tobacco on his lips and tongue was delicious. After that long and deep kiss, there was the purest smile I have ever seen on my Dad's face while he was still holding my face with both hands and looking straight into my eyes. I smiled back. We walked arm I arm in the woods and we had this very long talk. He told he knew I had been peeking on his magazines and that he even found some of my semen on his rug under the desk. The conversation in the woods was a long one, with several long kisses on the way, but I can resume it by saying three things: a) he asked me if I wanted to go all the way, b) he also asked me if I was I virgin (I was) and c) that if I understood that this wasn't a good thing to do and that it would be a lifetime commitment (and secret) between us. At some point of our walk, we stood still next to a tall pine tree. There we kissed again and I felt his large hand, without the glove, going down my belly and into my pants and wool underwear. He reached my dick easier than I thought and it was rock hard. I felt how his thick and callous fingers twisted my foreskin and caressed my shaft. He embraced me from behind without pulling out his hand from under my pants. I then felt his hard dick against my ass and I enjoyed that very much. Since we knew it was difficult to get rid of our heavy Alpine clothes, and that we could get caught by other excursionists, we only took our cocks out to touch and see and caress. He first went down to his knees and put my long but rather thin penis in his mouth. The warmth and wetness of it gave me the best physical sensation I had ever felt before in my entire life. I felt his tongue caressing the now uncovered head of my dick and the sound he was making which made him sound like a big bear slurping milk. He was stroking his dick with his right hand, making it stiffer and stiffer and I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Then I decided to go down and lick his penis too. It filled up my mouth completely and my Dad sounded very pleased by my first-time blow job. I caressed his cock's head with my tongue, followed every wrinkle of his foreskin and smelled all the musky aromas emerging from under his wool clothes. This intimate scent was familiar to me, very well known since I had oh so many helped my mother with the laundry and my father's boxer shorts always smelled like that. In a very violent action, we switched to a "69" position which I had seen on porn magazines and have always had fantasies about it with women, and for the past year with men too. We enjoyed our dicks that way for some time. I was the first to shoot my load of semen inside my father's mouth. He swallowed it all, drop by drop, and continued sucking each other's dicks until he exploded in my mouth some minutes later. I had tasted my own semen before, and my father's savor was very much like mine, maybe a little spicier. On our way back to the camp, we picked up some wood which was the reason we stayed all by ourselves. We talked a lot less than before the experience, but we both were very happy. None was depressed or feeling guilty about it (that came some 3 years later, but we went over it). So, my father was my very first sex experience and the only one I had sex with until I got married 8 years after that cold day in the woods. My relationship with him changed 180�. We became really good friends, I went to college in Mexico City and he was always supporting, always asking, always caring. He was the father who has never been before, during all my childhood. After that we met for sex in either the outdoors of his ranch, always fearing someone would see us, or in motels when he came to visit me in Mexico City. We still try to find excuses to travel all by ourselves. My father had sex with another guy when he was my age:15, but never did it again until me. We have been homosexually faithful to each other. We both have sex only with our wives. When I met mine, he was very supportive and encouraged me to get married and have children, like him (and I am so happy I did). My father and I, we only give each other what we can not get from heterosexual sex with our spouses. We are both active and passive, we both like the same things in sex with each other. He is now a very healthy 59 year old man, with a white beard and hard muscles. When I began growing hair all over my body, he shaved it himself because he was (is) attracted to young, teenage, clean shaven boys. But when I began dating my wife, it was no longer possible to stay with my body all shaved (it would had been very odd) so he learned to enjoy me with all the body hair, a lot like his. Now that I have grown older, and I also grew a beard on my face, we look so much alike!!! Only he is a lot more muscular than me, with a thicker body. He has blue eyes and mine are hazel. We are the same size, 6'4", but I am more slim and less hard muscled than him. People are always confusing our voices over the phone and they always tell us how much we look like each other. We always speak in French when in the intimacy of a hotel, which is where we usually have sex now. He's become a real grandfather, and acts a lot like one, but he's also become a great lover. I hope my story is interesting to you all. Please excuses my mistakes in English. If you have something to share with me, you can e-mail me at: