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A Son's True Story

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 15 Feb 2001 3 comments
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by jasper_goat@yahoo.com I've just discovered this group and really enjoy the pix..thanx to all who take the time and trouble to send them in. I need to tell someone about what happened to me about six months ago and this seems the right place. To tell the truth, I'm still a bit freaked out by it and wondered if any members have had a similar experience and how they dealt with it. I'd better start at the beginning: The whole family headed South for my cousin's wedding. Because there were so many guests we couldn't all stay in the family home, so Dad and I went to a local guest house the night before. The room was a large one with its own shower and a separate lounge area but it only had one large double bed which we were going to have to share. We made all the usual jokes about not snoring, farting etc. Dad has always been very shy about anything to do with sex and I don't recall ever seeing him fully undressed. If anything mildly sexy came on TV he'd make some excuse to leave the room or change channels and what sex education I had came from friends....Dad and I never had one of "those chats". After our meal we went to the bar and caught up on the family news while I had been away at college. It took some time and I guess we both drank a bit too much, but it didn't matter since neither of us was driving the next day. When we got back to our room I went off to have a shower while Dad got ready for bed. When I returned, he was already in bed tho' not asleep. Normally I sleep naked, but Dad' shyness (and my own, I guess) made me put on a pair of briefs -snug but enough to cover the facts. After our goodnights we turned out the lights and settled down. Sometime during the night I woke up with a strange itchy feeling and an ache in my balls. I hadn't had the privacy to indulge in my usual pre-sleep wank, so in my half asleep state, it was a while before I realised that my cock was being stroked ever so gently. Dad was lying on his back with his arm stretched near my groin and his finger nails were moving over my briefs in time with his breathing. "Just an accident" I thought, but my cock thought otherwise and now that I was fully awake it started to grow. I'm no stud, but I'm not small either, and pretty soon the tip had forced its way past the waistband of my briefs and escaped into the open. Still the scratching continued, but the fingers were gradually moving upwards until I felt my cock head being gently circled by a finger and thumb. I lay there, still pretending sleep but enjoying all the sensations going through me. This was my Dad doing this to me! At last I could stand it no longer and felt the start of that familiar cumming feeling. I whispered "For Chrissakes Dad, if you're going to wank me, do it properly!" His hand shot away as if my cock was red hot (it sure felt like it was by now) and for several minutes he lay there, totally mortified I suspect, because he never spoke a word. I was totally aroused by now and desperately needed more. I reached over and placed my hand over his groin and, as I suspected, his cock was hard, straining at the fabric of his boxers. He gave a short groan and his body twitched like a nervous horse at my touch. "Here goes" I thought and slipped my hand through the hole of his pants, feeling the roughness of hair and the clammy warmth as I cupped his balls in my hand. The next hour was complete magic: I don't remember when we lost our clothes -it must have been when I got the best sucking I have ever had. Soon after I slipped down the bed to take his cock into my mouth. Dad isn't particularly big (I beat him hands down, I remember) but he is really thick and I had some difficulty taking him all in as I worked. All the time he was giving little whimpers and he lifted his body slowly, forcing himself further into my mouth. Suddenly I felt the head of his cock expand and I got ready to withdraw but I was too late and I felt his first salty jet hit the back of my mouth. In the excitement I must have missed my own cumming because the first thing I knew about it was the slippery warmth sliding down between Dad's chest and my rapidly softening cock. We cleaned ourselves up and wiped as much of my semen off the sheets as we could. Neither of us spoke a word and when we got back into bed (carefully avoiding the damp patches) Dad turned on his side away from me. Nothing was said the next morning or on the long drive home and since then, all of my attempts to bring up the subject have been skilfully avoided by him. I know that he really enjoyed it and I would desperately like to have another session with him, although I have a steady relationship with a local girl now. I found it a real turn-on and I know that he did too. They talk of 'male bonding' but since that time in the hotel I have been closer to my Dad in other ways than ever I can remember, but he still won't talk it over. Have any other group members had a similar experience and how did you deal with it ? PS: Since then, I found out that Dad had grown up in an all-boy orphanage. Having been to boarding school and college I know what happens in dormitories after lights-out and I guess Dad must have indulged as well. Did he get a taste for it there, I wonder? Perhaps I'll never find out.