Saturday, April 13, 1957
Looking at it from the vantage point of forty-four years later, I’m pretty sure I knew what my dad was doing in his room that Saturday afternoon. I may have even listened at the door beforehand but if so, I don’t remember it. I also don’t remember why I thought I could just go bursting into his room but I did. I threw open the door and there he was, naked, lying on his bed with his hard dick in his hand. I stopped short, staring, probably with my jaw hanging open.
My dad, though, was the coolest man alive. Nothing ever ruffled him and this was no exception. He never missed a stroke.
“Well, hello son,” he said opening his eyes and giving me that silly grin of his. He looked me up and down a couple of times and then said, “You know it looks to me as though you have three alternatives at this point son. You can turn around and leave, you can just stand there and watch, or,” he moved over on the bed and patted the space next to him, “you can join me.”
I don’t know how long I stood in the middle of his room taking in what was happening before he said, “Well? Which is it?”
My hands seemed to go about pulling off my tee shirt and shorts all by themselves, with no help from me. I climbed onto the bed and lay down, naked, next to my dad.
I laid there rigidly, staring at the ceiling until my dad nudged me with his elbow and said, “It’s okay. I think you’re ready.”
I looked down at myself and saw that my dick was standing up as hard as it’d ever been. I wanted desperately to look at him–at what he was doing–but I was afraid to so I went back to looking at the ceiling. I also took my dick in my hand but I didn’t do anything with it. It was more like I was covering it.
I heard my dad chuckle and I turned my head towards him. “It’s okay, son,” he said. “It really is. It’s also okay to look. Hell, that’s the point of masturbating with someone, isn’t it? To watch?”
My mouth was too dry to speak so I just nodded. But I looked, too. I couldn’t help myself. He had his dick in his fist, his fingers curled around the head, slowly slipping his foreskin up and down over it. His other hand was cupping his balls and I wished he’d take it away so I could see them. His balls had always fascinated me when I’d seen him getting out of the shower or we’d changed together at the pool but I’d always been afraid of being caught looking. Now…
“Hey, hey,” he said, putting his hand on my arm. “Slow down. Getting there is half the fun.”
I hadn’t realized I was even doing it but I was and I was already close to coming. I let go and my hand began making slow circles over my belly. I say it that way because I really had no conscious control over what I was doing. My hands seemed to have wills of their own and my mind was focused on my dad, taking in how he looked and how he was doing it. I remember I was amazed at how open he was about it, how he shifted so I had a better view and how he watched me, his eyes taking in my whole body and then shifting to my crotch, staying there, looking at my cock.
“You came out pretty well in the dick department,” he said. He let go of his balls and slowly ran his hand up his belly to his chest where he took hold of one of his nipples. “Must skip a generation.”
I looked back at myself and made the comparison. To me it looked like we were pretty much the same. Somehow he read my mind. “No, you’re longer,” he said. “By at least an inch, I’ll bet. But I think maybe I’m thicker.”
My hand was back on my dick, moving fast again. I couldn’t help it. My dad read my mind again and he sped up too. I think I came first but not by much. We both took it in the fist, not letting anything spray out. When it was over, and that’s the way it felt, I was relieved but there hadn’t been much kick, my dad handed me a small cloth to wipe up with. He pulled a second cloth out of the nightstand and wiped his hands.
“Not so great when all that other stuff is going on in your head, is it?” he said and gave me that grin of his. “Remember that when you start making love seriously. It needs to be easy and a little familiar before it becomes wonderful. Now then,” he stood up,” I do this pretty much every Saturday afternoon. You’re welcome to join me any time you want.” With that he went into his bathroom and turned on the shower.
Saturday, April 20, 1957
The next week was torture for me. There I was, a sixteen year old kid wrestling with the fact that he’d jacked off with his dad and found it the most exciting thing that’d ever happened to him. I got hard every time I looked at him because I couldn’t get the picture of him holding his dick and playing with his balls out of my mind. I must have jacked off four or five times a day thinking about what we’d done, maybe more. On Thursday I stopped, afraid I’d make myself sore but then I started again because I didn’t want to come too fast on Saturday. Oh, god, Saturday. Could I do it? Walk into his bedroom and lay down on his bed? Where would I get the courage? What if he didn’t really want to do it again? What if he told me no? What if he…
My dad, on the other hand, was his usual cool self and acted like nothing unusual had happened. He made me do my homework, fixed dinner every night, played ball and board games with me and generally was the same old dad I’d always had.
By Saturday I was beside myself.
The door wasn’t closed all the way but I knocked anyway.
“Well. Hi, son. I’m glad you came back.”
“Really?” I went into the room and stood by the bed. He was naked but he wasn’t hard.
“Sure. It’s always more fun with two.” He moved his hand over his chest and belly, down to his crotch and scratched the curly hair there. I had an impulse to push his hand out of the way and bury my nose there. “You going to join me?” He patted the bed beside him, just as he had the week before.
I mumbled something and pushed my shorts down. I was embarrassed because I was hard.
“Hey,” he laughed, looking directly at my cock. “Don’t let that bother you. It happens all the time to guys your age. You probably won’t believe this, but,” he tugged at his dick, “when you get to be my age you’ll envy that.”
I climbed up on the bed and lay beside him making our legs touch but pretending I didn’t know it. He didn’t move away, he just began playing with his dick. “Hey,” he said, rolling up on his side and looking at me. “Who taught you to do this? I mean jack off. I know you were doing it before we talked about it last year.”
“How?” I was suddenly embarrassed again.
“Hey,” he laughed, “I’m another guy, remember? I was once your age. I also wash your socks. No one has wet dreams into their socks.” He put his hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “Everyone does it, son. I’m just curious about how you learned.”
As always happens when I’m flustered I blurted out the truth. “Ron.” Ron was my best friend at school.
“Ron taught you? Good for him but how’d he learn it?”
I took a deep breath and tried to think about what we were talking about. It wasn’t easy because dad was fooling with his dick and I could see it begin to grow. “Uh… I guess we kind of learned together. From a book. You know, that one stuck behind the encyclopedia? About sex and stuff?” Damn! Now I’d done it. He wasn’t supposed to know we’d found that book and now what would he do?
He chuckled.
“I thought you’d found that but I never was sure; you always put it back before I could check. Well, good. I’m glad you learned something from it. You sure wouldn’t talk to me about it in those days.” He rolled onto his back and began to play with his foreskin.
“So… Let’s see what you learned.”
My dick had gone soft while we were talking and now my mind was so full of questions and ideas that I was afraid I couldn’t do anything. It came up, though, as hard as it had been the time before. I started in but dad put his hand on my arm again and told me to slow down. “Make it last,” he said. “There’s a lot of joy just in getting there.”
He paced himself with me again and we blew off at almost the same time. This time he didn’t pull his skin up when he started to shoot and some of it landed on me. Somehow that made me happy. I didn’t know why, exactly.
“Next week?” he said as he rolled off the bed, rubbing his cum into the hair on his chest.
“Yes, sir,” I said, imitating him by rubbing the cum that had landed on me into my belly.
Saturday, April 27, 1957
The next week was easier. For one thing I had spent the entire week jacking off to images of my dad lying next to me on his bed. The images had shifted in several different directions but I just let them do what they wanted and wondered if any of that stuff would ever really happen.
On Saturday I bit my lip and didn’t knock but just walked into his room. I’d wanted to do it naked but couldn’t bring myself to that. I was able to go in wearing just my boxers, though. He was already on the bed naked and his dick was hard but he wasn’t touching it.
“Hi,” he said, rolling onto his side. “I guess you’re getting more comfortable with this, huh?”
I pushed my boxers off and got on the bed next to him. “Yea,” I said. “I think I am.”
“You jack off to it? Thinking about doing it together, I mean. I do.”
I turned to look at him. I guess he thought I looked kind of surprised because he grinned and said, “What do you think, I only manage to get it up on Saturday? Hey, it’s not like I’m near death or anything. I’m only twenty-two years older than you and I jack off a lot.” He looked down at my crotch where I already had my cock in my hand. “Well, not seven times a day. Not even every day maybe, but a lot.”
We laid there for a while, not talking but both of us playing with our cocks and watching each other. After a while, when we were both hard, I worked up my courage and asked him, “Who taught you to do it? To jack off, I mean.”
He looked down and watched me play with my balls for a bit. He sighed and looked up. “I guess I should have seen this coming.” He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Oh, well,” he sighed, “I guess fair is fair. My brother taught me.” He hesitated for a second. “Your Uncle Dan.”
“Your brother? He taught you?”
My dad laughed. “Yea. It’s something brothers are supposed to do for each other.”
“How…”
“We slept in the same bed. He was doing it one night and I woke up and asked him what he was doing. He showed me how just to shut me up.”
“How…”
“Okay, okay. You want the whole story, I’ll give it to you. But don’t forget, fair is fair. I’ll tell you but then you’ll have to tell me about you and Ron. Whatever you guys do.”
Dad rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for while, gathering his thoughts, I guess. His dick had gone limp but as he thought it began to swell again, crawling slowly along his abdomen.
“Both of my brothers, Dan and Roger, and I slept in that big room on the second floor, over the porch. There were only two beds up there and since Roger was the oldest he got one of them all to himself and Dan and I slept in the other.” He reached down and took his dick in his hand, not jacking off exactly but more like playing with it. My cock was really hard and I tried not to work it too much but it wasn’t easy. Watching him fool around with his and hearing about him sleeping with his brother made me want to jack off like crazy.
“I guess I was around fourteen then which would make your Uncle Dan fifteen or sixteen. He must have been sixteen because it was June so he’d already had his birthday. It was hot, I remember and we’d all gone to bed in just our underwear. I went right to sleep and I guess Roger did too because I don’t think it was very much later when something woke me. Dan had thrown the cover off him and in the dim light I could see he was doing something to his cock. I asked him what he was doing and he said, ‘Nothin’ and told me to be quiet.”
Dad turned to look at me and put his hand on my arm. “You’d better slow it down, son, or you’re going to be all over before the story is.” Thinking about his hand on my arm, the hand that had been playing with his dick, nearly made me come right then. I dropped my cock and let my hands rest on my belly. He went back to looking at the ceiling but he didn’t take his hand off my arm. His other hand strayed down to his balls and he slowly stroked his fingers over the sack.
“Well, anyway, I knew he was playing with himself and I told him so. He told me to shut up again but after a moment he whispered, ‘Besides, playing with yourself is for little kids.’
“‘But that’s what you’re doing,’ I said. ‘I saw you.’
“‘Am not,’ he spat back at me. ‘If you want to know, I was jerkin off.’
“I asked him what ‘jerkin off’ was and he said if I didn’t know I sure was a dummy. Every guy in the world knew what ‘jerkin off’ was.
“Well, that made me mad and I threatened to tell dad he was jerkin off if he didn’t show me what it was.” Dad chuckled and glanced over at me. “I can still hear that exasperated sigh he gave, like he was being forced to give up the secrets of the universe. He told me we had to be real quiet because we didn’t want to wake up Roger. I don’t know why I didn’t wonder about that at the time. I mean, Roger was a couple of years older—how come he didn’t know about this jerkin off thing? But I didn’t and even if I had I wouldn’t have asked.
“Dan pushed the cover off of us, down to our knees and told me to dig my cock out of my underwear. His was already out but he stuck his hand through his fly and pulled his balls out too so I did the same.”
Dad took his hand off my arm and took hold of his dick. “I guess you can go back to it now,” he said. “But don’t get carried away.” I gently ran my hand up and down my shaft and it felt so good it was all I could do not to start right in jerking away.
“So what’d he do, after you both had your dicks and balls out?”
“Dan started pulling on his cock and told me to do the same thing. I asked him how, like it was some sort of very exact, delicate operation. He gave me that exasperated sigh again and told me I must be dumber than the corn growing in the north field. Then he reached over, took my cock in his hand and showed me.” He looked at me and gave me that grin. “I have to say, I’d never felt anything like his hand on my cock. As soon as he wrapped his fist around it I went completely hard. Then, when he moved the skin up and down, pushing the foreskin over the head with his thumb and rubbing along the underside, the most wonderful feeling came over me, like electricity jumping all around in my cock and balls.”
He was doing the same thing to his dick as his brother had and I mimicked it, matching him stroke for stroke. I had never realized how good it could feel, doing it slowly like that. Always before I simply went for it, getting to the main jolt as fast as I could but this was something else again. I groaned a little and dad said, “See? Didn’t I tell you getting there was half the fun? Sometimes more than half; sometimes just getting there is the best part.” He let go of his dick and hefted his balls. I did the same, backing away from the orgasm that was closer than I’d realized.
“Did he finish you off? Did he make you come?”
Dad smiled. “Yea but I don’t think he meant to. He was just demonstrating but it felt so damn good and I had no concept of holding off or making it last. It didn’t take any time at all and I’m surprised I didn’t wake Roger when I came the way I was thrashing around the bed.” His hand went back to his dick and I was relieved because mine had been aching for more attention. We both started a slow stroking.
“You getting close?” dad asked, watching my hand on my cock.
“Yea. I am,” I said. “It’s hard to back off anymore.”
He took a deep breath. “Me too.” He pinched one of his nipples and let out a groan. “I say we go for it, okay?”
“Okay!” I wanted to come so bad but I did my best to stay with him. After about ten strokes, though, I couldn’t do it anymore. “Oh, man, here we go,” I said out loud and lost complete control.
“Oh, yea,” my dad groaned. “Now.”
We both shot off and I guess it was because we were watching each other so closely or maybe it was just the way we were holding our cocks but most of my dad’s first shot landed on my belly and mine landed on his chest. He let out three more big shots but kept most of it in his fist. I couldn’t seem to stop coming though and must have shot another six or eight times, a lot of it coming down on my dad’s chest.
When we’d caught our breath my dad laughed and said, “That was some show, son. I’d forgotten how much a sixteen year old had to shoot and how far he could shoot it.” He rubbed the cum into his chest hair and then sniffed his hand. “You do that much every time or have you been saving it up?”
I guess I blushed or something because he reached over and patted me on the shoulder. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t,” I lied and then thought better of it. I mean we’d just jacked off together for god’s sake. “Yea, I guess you did but I’ll get over it. And yes and no.” He gave me a questioning look. “Yes, I shoot like that pretty much all the time and no, I haven’t been saving it up. I…uh…I did it this morning once before I got up.”
My dad just shook his head and patted me on the shoulder again. “Good for you,” he said. “Now go take a shower.”
The whole next week I jacked off to the picture of my dad and my Uncle Dan in bed, Uncle Dan showing dad how to do it. As the week went on, though, Uncle Dan kind of got replaced my me and I was the one with the hand on my dad’s dick, jacking him off.
On Saturday I went into his room naked. My cock was up hard, almost against my stomach and I was embarrassed but I did it. Dad’s bed was empty but I heard the shower shut off so I knew he’d be there in a minute. I climbed on the bed but I kept my hands at my sides.
“Hi there,” dad said coming out of the bathroom. “Looks like you’re ready.” He hefted his dick and winked at me. “Give me about ten seconds. Us old guys take longer to get it up.”
“Aw, dad…” I started to say he wasn’t old but then I realized it was a joke. Besides, by the time he got on the bed he was as hard as I was.
“I guess now I get to hear about you and Ron, huh?”
I kept looking at his dick and remembering what I’d thought about all week. “No, no. You got to finish. What happened after he… uh, brought you off?”
“Oh, boy.” Dad looked at me. “You sure you want to hear all this?”
I nodded.
“Well, okay. Let’s see. When I started to shoot off in my brother’s hand he didn’t stop, he just kept on stroking it until I had to take his hand away because the head was getting too sensitive. Then I laid back in total awe. Remember this was the first orgasm I’d ever had and it completely did me in. I had no idea anything could feel so good.” He took his dick in his hand and stroked it a couple of times. “I guess I’ve had better since but I’ll always remember that first one.”
“So what then? Did he let you watch him jack off?”
“Not exactly. He put my hand on his dick and said, ‘Now you do it to me.’” He looked over at me and raised one eyebrow. “You here for story telling or jacking off?”
I let my hand slide over my cock and down, onto my balls. “Both, I guess,” I said. “But I’m afraid of shooting off too soon so I’m trying to keep my hands away for a while.”
He smiled and said, “I know what you mean. And I didn’t get to do it this morning like you did so I have to be doubly careful.” He tugged on his balls a couple of times and went on, ignoring my red face. “He had to show me how to hold him, where touching felt best but after that I just began stroking his cock. I guess it felt as good to him as it had to me because I remember he took my hand and made me slow down. It still didn’t take very long. When he came I didn’t know how to control it and he came all over both of us. When it was all over he let me hold on to him until he went soft and then he wiped us both clean with a rag he had under the bed. Then we rolled over and went to sleep. At least he did. I laid there for a long time thinking about what had happened and how it had been. Then I did it again, all by myself, and it felt almost as good as it had the first time.”
“So you came twice that night?”
“And three times more in the back of the barn the next day.” He took his dick in his hand and gave it a couple of good strokes. “Now tell me about you and Ron.”
“Well…” This was not going to be easy. I’d never, ever, told anyone about learning to jack off with Ron and now I was supposed to tell my dad? And what about the rest of it, was I going to tell him about that, too? Then it occurred to me that dad had probably never told anyone about that time with his brother, either, but he’d told me. And they’d done it to each other the very first time. I took a deep breath and held on to my cock.
“Well, I guess I told you that I found that sex book behind the encyclopedia. I read some of it but a lot of it didn’t make much sense. I told Ron about it the next day and he came over after school to see it. You were at work so we had lots of time to check it out. At first we just tried to look things up in the index but we didn’t know the right words for most of them. Then Ron came up with masturbation. There was a whole chapter on that.”
Dad looked at me and smiled. “I know. I chose it mainly for that chapter. Since you weren’t talking to me much then I figured that book might give you some of the stuff you needed to know.” He was holding his dick in one hand and his balls in the other, not doing anything, just holding them. I looked down and saw I had gone soft so I took hold of my cock and held it in my fist just like he was doing.
“We read through the whole chapter and when we were through Ron asked me if I wanted to try it. I said yes so we took off our pants and shorts and started playing with ourselves. We both got hard really fast and Ron started stroking on his cock but he said it didn’t feel all that good. I remembered what it said in the book and told him he probably needed some lubricant or something. I went and got some oil out of the kitchen and when he spread some over his cock he said it felt a lot better.” My cock was getting hard in my hand with thinking about that first time. I looked at dad and he was slowly working his dick up and down. I did the same, in time with his strokes.
“And?”
“Well, I started doing it too but without the oil. I didn’t need it with all this extra skin. It felt better and better the more I did it and I could tell Ron was feeling the same things I was. We just went on and on, up and down our cocks until suddenly I knew something was going to happen. I didn’t know what and that scared me a little but I couldn’t stop. Then I came and it was like something inside me exploded and all this white stuff shot out of my cock. When it happened to Ron he shot even more than I did.” The slow stroking on my cock was making it feel wonderful and I thought how much better this was than racing up to coming.
“Did you go back to the book and figure out what had happened?”
“Yea, we did.” I laughed. “Reading that chapter after we’d done it made a lot more sense than it did the first time. I put the book back after Ron went home and then did it again. It was even better that time. I did it in bed that night, too.”
He laughed. “I know what you mean. When you first learn to masturbate it’s difficult not to do it all the time.” He thought for a minute, still slowly stroking his dick. “I take it Ron is circumcised since he needed some oil to do it comfortably.”
“Or spit. He can do okay with spit or hand lotion.” I giggled a little.
“I know. His mother thinks he must have the driest skin on the planet the way he goes through lotion. Oh well, at least he won’t have to worry about dry, rough skin on his dick.” He took his balls in his hand and tugged on them for a minute. “You like not being circumcised? The doctor told me you’d be kidded about it in the locker room in school but I still wouldn’t let him do it.” He laughed and pulled his foreskin up, over the head of his dick and held it there. “I’d had too much fun with mine to let them cut yours off.”
I did the same thing he was doing and it looked to me like maybe I had a little more skin than he did. “Yea, I like it fine. There’s three or four of us and even Coach Jameson has skin.” I let my foreskin slip back on my cock and then began stroking it over the head. “You know what?”
“No, I don’t know what.” My dad was watching me and began mimicking me.
“Well, I think Ron envies me. That he has to be circumcised and I’m not.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he sure likes to play with it.” It just came out before I could stop it but my cool dad came through.
“Most guys like something they don’t have. You like to play with his?”
I tried to figure out how to answer that but the truth was the only thing that came to mind. “Sometimes. It… It kind of feels good in my hand, especially when it’s growing. And it’s so smooth.”
“I imagine that’s the hand lotion working. You guys jack each other off?” He was stroking his dick faster and I wondered if he was picturing Ron and me, playing around together.
“Yea. Sometimes.” That was the truth because sometimes we did other stuff I wasn’t ready to talk about.
“Good for you. Every man needs a jack off buddy.” His hand was moving faster on his dick.
“Dad? You going to come?”
“I think so, son. I don’t seem to be able to control it any more. You coming with me?”
I could only nod because suddenly I was out of control too. Dad arched his back and let go with his first two shots which he aimed right at me. I let go right after that and my first one hit him on the chin. The rest went on his chest and arm.
Saturday, May 11, 1957
The next week was really busy at school and I didn’t have much time to think about my dad and his brother except when I went to bed at night. Then I pictured my dad getting jacked off, sometimes by his brother but mostly by me. One night, after I had come and before I fell asleep, I began to wonder if they had done anything else besides just jack each other off. It made sense that they would have based on my very limited experience with Ron and even more limited experience with a couple of other guys at school. Ron and I had graduated from jacking each other off to sucking on each other in about three weeks. A few months after that we had even tried fucking which I really liked and Ron barely tolerated. I wondered if my dad and his brother had sucked on each other or maybe even fucked each other. The more I thought about it the harder my cock got and I ended up jacking off again. The next night I did it twice again, once picturing my Uncle Dan sucking on my dad’s dick and once picturing my dad fucking Uncle Dan.
On Saturday I went into his room without even my boxers on. I was kind of embarrassed that my cock was standing up but I was determined to get over it. It didn’t matter anyway, the room was empty. I heard the shower running in dad’s bathroom so I sat on the end of the bed and waited. It wasn’t long before he shut the shower off and came into the room, drying himself off. His dick wasn’t yet hard but it was puffed up and heavy looking; it swayed as he walked.
“Hi Sport. I didn’t want to start my shower before you finished yours. Did you wash behind your ears?” He came over to the bed and made a show of looking behind my ear. “So you did. Good man.”
He was standing so close I could smell his soap and I was looking directly into his belly button. I glanced down and his dick wasn’t six inches from me; my hand began to shake and I had trouble catching my breath.
“Dad?…”
“Yea, son, what is it?”
I had to blurt it out or I knew I would never be able to say it.
“Could I touch your balls? I mean, ever since I was a little kid they looked so big and heavy to me and…” My throat went dry and I couldn’t say any more.
“My balls? Sure. Help yourself.” He reached down and lifted up his dick.
I didn’t think about it at all. My hand just reached out and cupped his sack. His balls were heavy and they felt huge in my hand. I don’t know how long I sat there holding his balls, moving them around in his velvety sack; it was like I was hypnotized. Then he let go of his dick and it fell against my wrist making me jerk my hand back.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you like that. You okay?”
I nodded. “Yea. They are heavy.” I put my hand out for them again but he stepped out of reach.
“Oh, no, you’ve had your feel. Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my legs apart looking down at me. “You didn’t do too bad in the balls department either,” he said gently lifting them in his hand. He hefted them and then ran his fingers over the sack giving me goose bumps. “They’re almost hairless,” he said, “so smooth— just like…”
“Like Uncle Dan’s?”
Dad let go of my balls and laid down next to me, pulling me up until my head was on the pillow, next to his. “No, Dan’s weren’t as big as yours and his sack was covered with hair.” He hefted his own balls and smiled, like he was remembering something.
“Did you guys, I mean, you and Uncle Dan, did you do anything besides jack each other off?”
He turned his head and looked at me for a long time. “Do you and Ron do anything else? I tell you what, just like this,” he gestured, taking in the bed, me and himself, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I’ll tell you if you tell me. Fair enough?”
I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded.
“Okay. Let’s see how it goes.” He took hold of his dick and began to play with it, rolling the foreskin up over his finger and then moving his finger around the head, under the foreskin. It made him hard. “My brother, your Uncle Dan, and I spent about a month jacking each other off. As soon as we thought Roger was asleep we’d kick our underwear off and play around with each other under the cover. Then, when we couldn’t wait any longer, he’d throw the cover off and tell me to jack him off. I would, sitting cross legged next to him and working his dick. He liked it done slowly so I had a lot of time to play around with his balls and pull on his dick hair. He really liked that, me pulling on his dick hair.”
“Like this?” I tugged on my pubic hair, right at the base of my cock.
“Yea, only he has lots more hair than you or I do. He has a thick bush, wiry and long enough so I could catch hold of it and really pull it. Sometimes, if he was far enough along, just pulling his hair would make him come.”
I pulled on my pubic hair again but it didn’t feel like much. If I pulled hard it hurt. I went back to my cock, sliding the skin down to the base and then licking my finger and rubbing it around the cleft underneath the head, where it felt so good. Dad turned his head and watched me for a moment.
“Feels good there, doesn’t it?”
I nodded. “What else happened?”
Dad grinned at me. “You have a one track mind, you know son? Okay, okay. I promised.” He looked back up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “One night when Roger wasn’t there we were playing around and Dan said he wanted to put it in me.”
I’m not sure now but I think he blushed a little when he said the next part.
“I didn’t know what he meant but I didn’t want to let him know that so I just said okay.” He looked over at me. “You ever do that? Say okay when you don’t know what you’re getting into?”
I shrugged. “I guess. Sometimes.”
“Well, don’t. Doing that can get you into real trouble.”
“Did it get you into trouble? That night with Uncle Dan?”
He watched me fooling with my cock for a while, nodded his head and then grinned at me. “No. Not that time. I guess… Well, it turned out I liked it, even from the start.”
“Liked what?”
He started jacking on his dick, not saying anything for a long time. When he was breathing pretty hard, almost there, he let go and started rubbing his chest and belly with both hands. “When he put it in me. He had some grease from the kitchen and rubbed it all over his cock and told me to turn over. Then he rubbed the grease between my buns and on my ass. When he got on his knees over me I knew what he was going to do and I said something really bright like ‘don’t, it’ll hurt’”.
“Did it?” It had when Ron first did it to me.
“Yea. A little.” His hands went back to his dick and started jacking again only slowly. “But not as much as you might think and after a while it began to feel kind of good.” He grinned at me. “Dan sure liked it. He came in about three minutes and made so much noise I was sure someone would hear him.”
I had a sudden picture of my Uncle Dan lying on top of my dad, fucking him. I had to let go of my cock or it would have made me come. I guess dad read my mind because he grinned at me and said, “Yea. Quite a picture, isn’t it?”
“Did he… I mean, did you…” I gave up. “Then what?”
“Well, after he came he rolled us onto our sides and took hold of my cock. He didn’t even have to stroke it, I shot off just from the feel of his hand on me. And the feel of him inside me helped too, I guess.” He began jacking his dick faster. “He never did go soft in me. In fact, he started stroking in and out of me again, while I was still shooting off. It took a little while but we both shot off twice more before he finally went soft and slipped out of me.”
We were both jacking our dicks pretty fast now and with that picture in my mind I knew I couldn’t go much longer. I guess it worked the same way on him because he said, “That’s it, son. I’ve got to let go.” With that he suddenly arched his back and shot off all over both of us. When I saw the cum begin to spurt out of him I came too and it was like neither of us could stop; I lost track after six shots. When we were through and his breathing got back to normal dad ran his hand over his chest and belly, rubbing the cum into his hair. Then he held his hand up and sniffed it.
“Smells different. I guess because yours is mixed in.” He reached over and spread the cum on my chest around and then held his hand up to me. “See?”
It did smell different. I felt a tingling in my cock and I knew I wasn’t going soft any time soon.
Dad rolled off the bed. “Time for a shower,” he said and went into his bathroom. I stayed on the bed and smelled the cum on my hand again. Then I slicked up some more and rubbed it on my cock. Almost before I knew it I was blowing another load.
Saturday, May 18, 1957
I jacked off about sixteen times the next week picturing my dad and his brother fucking. Sometimes Uncle Dan was on dad and sometimes the other way. I even had them in different positions, some of which I really wanted to try myself. Ron and I got together one afternoon after school but he wouldn’t try anything different. In fact, he didn’t seem very anxious to do much of anything but jack off. Later I spent an evening with my friend Wes and we fooled around a little but got interrupted. None of this mattered. By Saturday I was hornier than I think I’ve ever been.
After the week before I was also getting bolder and was determined that this week I would get to touch my dad’s dick. I took off my clothes and went into his room as soon as I heard him turn on his shower. I sat on the end of his bed, just like I had when I’d gotten to hold his balls, and tried to keep my hands from shaking.
I almost lost my nerve when I heard the shower being shut off but dad came out of the bathroom, still wet and toweling off, right away and I thought it wouldn’t look right if I jumped up and moved.
My dad grinned at me and dried between his buns. “I wonder which it is that brings you here so timely. The jacking off or the story telling.” He rubbed the towel over his pubic hair and then along his dick, pulling the foreskin back and carefully drying under it. “Well, no matter. As long as you’re enjoying both as much as I am.” He tossed the towel on a chair and got on the bed.
“Hey, what’s up, son?” he asked when I didn’t move into my place next to him. “Something bothering you?”
I turned and looked at him. He was stretched out on the bed, his legs slightly spread and his dick was still soft, lying over his balls. I tried to smile and he cocked his head expectantly at me. “I… Could I…”
He laughed. “Come on son, spit it out. What do you want to ask of your old jack off buddy?” He turned suddenly serious. “Or is it something you need to ask your dad?”
I still do this when I get flustered; I just blurt out whatever it is. Bluntly. And with no finesse whatsoever. “No! I mean yes. I mean… Can I touch your dick? Please?”
His smile came back. “Touch my dick? Of course you can touch my dick, all you want.” He waited just a second or two and then added, “Of course if you do, that means I get to touch yours, too. Right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he just pulled himself a little further up on the bed, tucked his pillow behind his head and spread his legs.
My hand was shaking when I reached out to him but he pretended not to notice. “It’ll get hard, you know, as soon as you touch it,” he said quietly. I nodded and took hold if it. It was very warm in my hand and felt alive as it began to grow. I held it loosely and felt it swell and stretch until it was full size and I could just feel his heartbeat down inside it. I looked up and he was watching me, smiling.
“Well, whose does it feel like? Yours? Ron’s?”
I shook my head. “No. None of those. It feels like yours.” I slid the foreskin down the shaft until the whole head was exposed. The skin of the head was pink and very smooth, not all pebbly like Ron’s. I didn’t know how it compared to mine, I had never been able to see mine that close. I moved it back, towards his belly, so I could look at the underside. It was pink too, and even smoother than the head. When I touched it there he groaned quietly and I knew he was as sensitive there as I am. I wanted to lick him there.
He flexed it and it jumped out of my hand. When I took hold of it again the skin had crawled back up the shaft and was nearly covering the head. I slid it back and then up, so it completely covered the head. I took his balls in my other hand and he flexed again but I held on to it. I moved the skin up and down, feeling the ridge of the head as my hand slid over it. It felt deeper than mine, flared out so it would catch my hand on the up stroke.
“Easy, son. You get there faster when someone else is doing it and I’m nowhere near ready to be there.” I looked up at him again and he grinned at me. “Besides, I haven’t made my comparison yet.” He caught me under the arms and pulled me up the bed and tucked a pillow behind my head, just like he had his. I spread my legs a little and hoped I wouldn’t come when he touched my cock.
He was very gentle, handling my cock as though it might crack or break or something. And, being the coolest dad in the world, he wasn’t tongue-tied either. “I think your skin is smoother than mine.” He looked up and grinned at me. “Maybe it’s because of Ron’s hand lotion.” He pretty much did all the things I did to him except he wet his finger in his mouth before he touched that sensitive place on the underside. When he moved his slick fingertip around I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t come. He saw and said, “Yea.” Then he pulled my skin over the head and moved up to lie beside me. “Nice dick, kid.”
“Did it feel like anyone’s?” I figured if he could ask so could I.
“Yea, it did. It’s a dead ringer.”
“Who’s? Uncle Dan’s?”
“No, his isn’t nearly as thick as yours. And not as long, either.” I started to ask again but he held his hand up. “Not now. You’re supposed to be telling me about what you and Ron do, remember? We agreed…”
We had. But how was I going to tell my own dad about stuff like that? He solved the problem for me.
“Hey, when I told you about me and my brother, did it bother you?” I shook my head. “So what makes you think anything you and Ron do is going to bother me”
It made sense. Even to me. “Well,” I said, taking my cock in my hand, “once we figured out how to jack off we just started fooling around. One day, a couple of weeks after we’d been doing it every chance we got, Ron asked me if I knew what a blow job was.” I watched him playing with his dick and wished it was my hand down there.
“And did you?”
I don’t think I even blushed this time. “No. So we looked in that book, you know, the one you hid behind the encyclopedia? We couldn’t find anything, probably because we didn’t know the right name for it.” I looked up at him. “Do you?”
“Know the right name? Yea, I do. And no, I’m not going to tell you until later, when you can write it down. Go on.”
“Well, we tried blowing on each other’s cocks but that didn’t seem like much fun so we just jacked each other off. The next day I asked my friend Wes if he knew what it was. He didn’t know the right name either but he said he was pretty sure it was when you stick your cock in someone’s mouth and they suck on it.”
“What’d you think about that?”
“I don’t know. It sounded weird at first but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. Ron thought the same thing but he said he’d do it if I would. It turned out it wasn’t weird at all. It felt good.” Thinking about the next part made me laugh. “The first couple of times we did it we had an agreement. He would suck me for thirty seconds and then I’d do it to him for thirty seconds. The guy doing the sucking held Ron’s watch so he could make sure he didn’t do more than he had to.”
Dad laughed too. “How long did it take to get over that?”
“I don’t know. A couple of times I guess. Then I didn’t stop after the thirty seconds and just kept on until Ron came. That about took the top of his head off. It took Ron longer to do that to me and he never does like it when I come in his mouth.” I was getting close and had to let go of my cock altogether and just play with my balls. Dad did the same thing with his. We were both breathing a little hard.
“Dad, did you and Dan ever… You know.”
“Suck each other? Yea, I guess we did a few times. He wasn’t too keen on it. Roger loved it though, at least getting sucked.”
“You sucked Uncle Roger?”
He laughed. “Yea, but that’s another story for another time. Right now we’re hearing about you and Ron. What else do you guys do?”
“Well, sometimes we do what you and Uncle Dan did. Not very much though, because Ron doesn’t really like it. I mean, he likes to… well, to…”
“It’s okay, son. I know the word. Fuck, right? He likes to fuck but doesn’t like getting fucked?”
Hearing my dad use that word took my breath away. I’d never in my life heard an adult use that word. I thought it sometimes and some of the guys said it-but only when there weren’t any adults or girls who could hear. Remember, this is the late fifties. Then, that lovely word was never uttered in company, no matter how impolite, and, as far as we knew, it had never been printed except by us in our notebooks, in tiny letters, just to see what it looked like. Times change.
“Yea. He… Yea.”
“How about you?” Dad was jerking his dick faster now. So was I.
“It hurt the first couple of times. At least at the beginning. But then it felt good, you know? Full and… I don’t know. Connected?” I tried to feel what it was like but I couldn’t. I watched my dad jerking his dick and suddenly saw him doing it to me. Fucking me. I came.
Dad must have been watching me because when I let my first shot go he groaned, “Oh, man, yes!” and came too. We got it all over each other again.
We laid side by side, legs touching, for a time while we got our breath back. Finally he looked over at me. “You going to do it again? Like last week? With the cum?”
“How’d you know?”
He waived at his bathroom. “Mirror. Gives a good view from the shower. If you’re going to, may I stay and watch?” He slicked the cum off his chest and belly and gently rubbed it over my cock. He did the same thing with the cum on my chest.
It took me about two minutes and it was better than the week before because he was watching.
That evening, at dinner, I found a 3X5 card at my place. FELLATIO was printed on the card in block letters.
Saturday, May 25, 1957
I could hardly wait for school on Monday so I could show off my new knowledge to Ron. I didn’t do it, though, because at the last minute I realized Ron would want to know how my dad came to tell me the word and I couldn’t figure out any plausible reason. I sure wasn’t going to tell him what my dad and I had been doing together.
I spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened on Saturday, holding my dad’s dick and feeling it grow in my hand. That, and the image of my dad fucking me, made me jack off at least twice and sometimes three times a day. It got to be a little joke between us, dad and me. He’d ask me how it had been every morning at breakfast and I’d pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. He also put a box of tissues on the floor next to my bed and told me to use them because my socks were so stiff he had to wash them twice.
On Saturday he took his shower first so when I went in his room he was already lying on the bed. His dick wasn’t hard but it was puffed up like it gets when it wants to get hard. Of course mine was stiff as a bone and tight up against my belly. I’d pretty much gotten over being embarrassed by that so I was able to go into his room without even carrying my underwear to hide it.
I surprised both of us when I got on the bed and put my hand on his dick, without even asking. He grinned at me and I felt it stretch out and go rigid in my hand. When he was all the way hard I pulled the skin back and touched that sensitive place just behind the head. Then I surprised both of us again by licking him there.
“Wow,” he said, looking down at me. “That was something.” I did it again and then pulled the skin back over the head and scooted up on the bed so I could lie next to him. He moved so we touched all the way from our shoulders to our feet.
I took hold of my own cock, licked my finger and pushed it under the foreskin, right where I’d licked dad. “You going to tell me about fell… fella… sucking Uncle Roger?”
“You don’t forget anything, do you? And it’s ‘fellating’ but ’sucking’ will do nicely.” He pulled the skin back on his dick and held it there, his fingers in a tight circle at the base. “Yea, I’ll tell you about sucking Roger but there isn’t really much to tell. I mean, it isn’t like I did it a lot; just sometimes when Dan wasn’t…” He let his skin go and it slowly crawled up his dick until it mostly covered the head.
“Wasn’t what?” My finger felt so good under my foreskin that I had to pull it out and leave my cock alone for a while. I was already feeling close and we had hardly started.
“Well, here’s how it happened the first time. It was late July and beastly hot. None of the three of us wore anything to bed when it was like that and mostly we just slept on top of the bed, without a sheet or anything. Dan and I were both extra horny for some reason and I guess we didn’t let Roger get deep enough asleep before we started.” He was cupping his balls in his hand, rolling them around in their loose sack. I did the same thing, trying to leave my cock alone.
“I was lying on my side and Dan was inside me and I guess we just got carried away and were too noisy. Anyway, suddenly Roger sat up in his bed and said, ‘What the hell’s going on over there? It sounds like somebody getting fucked.’ He flipped on the lights and there we were. I mean, we couldn’t very well hide it. ‘Well, well, well,’ he said, getting out of bed and coming over to us. ‘I guess somebody IS getting fucked.’” He stopped and pulled hard on his balls.”
“Were you scared?” I sure was, that time Wes and I were “interrupted”.
“I guess we were. To tell the truth, I don’t really remember. What I do remember is looking at Roger standing over us and his cock getting hard, sticking straight out at us.” He let go of his balls and started playing with his dick. I touched mine but I was still too close to do anything with it.
“Roger asked Dan if it was any good and Dan said yes, it was. Roger then asked if he could do it when Dan was finished. You know,” he smiled at me, “they were talking about it as though I wasn’t even there. Dan finally did give me a little hug and ask if it was okay for Roger to do it too.” He laughed. “Dan never called it what it was, he always said things like ‘doing it’ or ‘getting in’. He loved to do it but he could never say it. Anyway, Dan went to pumping his cock in me while Roger watched. After a little while Roger moved in really close and knelt down on the bed by my head. He didn’t say anything, he just rubbed his cock across my lips a couple of times and then pushed until I started sucking on it. He said something about getting him ready but he really just liked having his cock sucked. He wouldn’t come that way, though. It was always a preliminary to fucking.”
He let go of his dick and went to rubbing his hands over his chest and belly. “You know something son? I’ve never told any of this to anyone except… Well, that’s maybe later. What I mean is, just telling you all this is bringing me so close to coming. I can’t even touch my dick.” He looked down at my dick and then gave me that grin I love so much. “Looks like you might be in the same condition.”
“Yea. I am. I’m just so close. It… It’s hard to concentrate on anything but what’s going on in my cock.”
“You want to let go? Finish the story after?”
There wasn’t much choice. Everything in my body told me I was going to come very soon, no matter what. “Can I hold your balls while you come?”
He ignored my syntax. “Sure. Here,” he moved slightly and spread his legs. I sat up and took his balls in my hand. They were hot and pulled up close to his body. He didn’t even touch his dick; as soon as I took hold of his balls he arched his back and started shooting cum across his belly to his chest. He groaned and sucked in his breath and just kept shooting, his balls bouncing around in my hand.
When he was finished, while he was still breathing hard, he wiped up his cum with his hand, pushed me back on the bed and smeared it over my cock. I instantly let go in his hand and he jacked me, making it last. When I was finished he rubbed the cum around on my chest and then on his.
He sighed and lay back on his pillow, wiping the last of the cum on his dick. “Do you mind?” he asked. “I… I like the smell of it, after.”
I looked at his dick which was slowly shrinking up, the head now completely covered with it’s skin. I breathed in deeply. “No. I guess I like it too. At least, I like it when it’s ours, mixed together.” I didn’t have to look to know that my dick was still standing out from my belly. It would probably stay that way for a while, even if I jacked off again. I saw that dad was looking at it and I shrugged.
We lay together on the bed, legs and arms touching, for a while. I enjoyed that, but finally I wanted to hear the rest of the story more. I asked him if he was going to fall asleep or if he was going to continue the story.
“Okay, okay. Where were we?”
“Uncle Dan was… uh, fucking you and you were sucking on Uncle Roger.”
“Oh yea. Well, Dan came, watching over my shoulder where Roger was getting sucked. When he pulled out Roger rolled me onto my belly and spread my legs. He was a little bigger than Dan, thicker, and I asked him to go slow but he didn’t pay much attention. He just pushed it in and started fucking. I remember Dan standing beside the bed, watching and playing with his balls. ‘Geeze, kid,’ Roger said to him, ‘doesn’t that thing ever go soft?’ Dan just smiled and didn’t say anything.”
Dad was getting hard again and he reached down and took it in his hand. We were both still sticky from the cum and I could see he liked it, playing with it that way. I did the same and I was right. It felt good playing with a sticky cock.
“It hurt just a little when Roger went in but pretty soon it got to feeling really good. He didn’t take long and I was kind of sorry when he came because he just pulled out, wiped himself on a rag and went back to bed. Dan turned the lights off and got in bed next to me. He whispered in my ear, asking if we could do it again. I rolled onto my side and he pushed back inside me. When he started fucking me Roger mumbled something about guys who couldn’t get enough and told us to keep the noise down.”
We both started jacking on our dicks but doing it slowly so it would last.
“Did he fuck you again? Did he fuck Uncle Dan?”
Dad grinned. “Yes to the first, no to the last. Dan didn’t much like getting fucked and only let me do it a few times, mostly when I threatened to stop letting him do it to me. There’s no way he’d let Roger fuck him. He did suck on Roger a couple of times, while he was in me and Roger was waiting for a turn, but that’s about it. Roger, on the other hand, never did anything but fuck me and get sucked. He said we could do what we wanted but there was no way he was going to do any of that other stuff.” He looked over at me. “Kind of like Ron, or so it seems.”
I thought about that for a minute. “Yea, I think you’re right. Except, Ron does like to play with my cock a lot. He just doesn’t much like it stuck in him anywhere.”
“It’s the foreskin, son. Guys without it are always fascinated by it. I think it’s that they realize they’re missing something. But it doesn’t mean they necessarily want it in their mouths or asses.”
We were both jacking a little faster and it felt so good. Better than the first time because I didn’t have to worry so much about shooting off before I wanted to. “How long did you guys do this?”
“You mean have sex together? Well, let’s see. Dan and I still do it once in a while, maybe a couple of times a year. Roger? He quit right after his girlfriend began putting out for him, so it was maybe a year or a little longer.” He thought for a minute, watching me jacking my dick and then added, “I guess that was a couple of months after your grandfather caught us at it.”
I dropped my cock like it had bitten me. “Grampa? Grampa caught you? Doing it?”
“Yea, he kind of did. It was in the summer and we were all three naked on the bed. Both of my brothers were in me, Dan fucking me and Roger with his dick in my mouth. Changed my life.” He stopped jacking his dick and groaned. “You know what, son? I’m right on the edge. You want to help me or shall I go it alone?”
I didn’t even think about it. I swung around on the bed and took his dick in my mouth, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He put his hands on my head, stroking my hair and let go. It was his second time but he shot out a lot of cum, enough so I had to swallow fast to keep from choking. Every time he shot he groaned, “Oh, yea!” and arched his back, pushing his dick further into my mouth. Then I started, without even touching myself. I shot off all over the bed and his leg.
When it was over for both of us I sucked his foreskin up, over the head and waited, wanting to feel his dick go soft. He read my mind and messed up my hair with his hand. “It’s not going to happen, son. Not so long as it’s in your mouth.” He lifted me off his dick and laid me back on the bed, next to him.
Finally I couldn’t stand it. “What happened when Grampa caught you?”
He sighed and looked over at me. “I tell you what, let’s leave that for next week, okay?”
Saturday, June 1, 1957
It was a hard week. School was coming to an end and summer vacation would start in a week. That meant exams and studying which kept my mind off what dad had told me. Not that I didn’t think about it. Oh, no, I thought about it a lot and I wanted to know what happened. But I had to get through that mess known as the end of the school year first.
One thing that happened was I only got to jack off once a day, usually just before I got up in the morning. I was too sleepy when I finally got to bed at night and there wasn’t time during the day. The other thing was that I never lost the feel of my dad’s dick in my mouth. Any time, no matter what I was doing or where I was, I could always bring back what it felt like, sucking on his dick, just before he came.
The really strange thing was that when I did get to jack off I didn’t think much about what my dad had done or picture him sucking on Uncle Roger while Uncle Dan fucked him. I didn’t even think much about sucking his dick. What I did do was jack off for the sheer pleasure of it. It just felt so good, playing with my cock and holding back until I couldn’t any more and then shooting all over my chest. I always rubbed it over my skin and left it there, enjoying the smell until I got in the shower.
But mostly I studied.
It was all over on Friday and after our Chemistry final I think Ron wanted to come home with me and get his cock sucked. I told him my dad might be home and he decided it could wait until the next week, when dad would be at work. I went home and for the first time in a week jacked off in the afternoon. I went to bed right after dinner and didn’t get up until nearly ten the next morning.
After I’d eaten, dad gave me that grin and said he was going to take a shower. I told him to hurry and not to use up all the hot water. I went into his bedroom as soon as I had dried off from my shower and found him lying on his bed, his hands behind his head. He looked at my crotch and said, “We can do this later. Or tomorrow if you like.”
I hadn’t any idea what he was talking about until I looked down at myself. My cock was soft and hanging down over my balls. I glanced at his crotch and said, “Oh, no. I’m fine. I just took a lesson from you, that’s all.”
“Well, then, I guess I’ll take a lesson from you, too.” I didn’t know what he meant until I laid down next to him and he sat up and took my cock in his hand. I felt an incredible jolt of pleasure run through me and my cock went hard in record time.
“Amazing how this works, isn’t it?” he said, moving my foreskin back and forth across the head of my cock. “You take a guy in hand and Bingo! He’s hard as a rock.” He pulled the skin all the way down and then bent over and kissed the head of my cock. “Nice,” he said as he lay back on the bed.
“Now then, what were we talking about?”
I could hardly talk. I was still feeling the touch of his lips on the head of my cock. “Grampa. Catching you,” I stammered.
“Oh, yea. Grampa. Well, it was a very hot night we’d been playing around for a while. Lets see… Dan was fucking me, I think for the second time. I was lying on my stomach with my head in Roger’s crotch so I didn’t see dad come in. I knew something had happened though because all of a sudden Dan went rigid and Roger grabbed my head and held it still. I pulled off him and looked up into my dad’s face.” He stopped and looked over at me. “I can tell you, son, that was quite an experience.”
“What did he do?” I took hold of my cock, not to play with it, more like to protect it or something.
“He was very calm about it. He looked me straight in the eye for a moment–I’ll never forget that look, those dark blue eyes staring into mine–and he said, ‘You alright son?’ I held his eyes and said, ‘Yes, sir. I’m fine.’ His eyes stayed on mine for a long time and then he smiled. ‘You boys try to make a little less noise, will you? And don’t be up all night. There’s chores to be done in the morning.’ Then he went out and closed the door.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “And he just left you like that? The three of you?”
“Yea. And I can tell you, we weren’t making any more noise. I think all three of us were stunned by it. Finally Dan said, ‘Oh, God, I thought he was going to kill us.’ It was the first time–and the last–I ever heard Dan swear. Roger, on the other hand, said, ‘Shit, I thought he’d do a hell of a lot worse than that.’ But you know what, son?”
I shook my head and watched him take his dick in his hand and start to jack on it slowly.
“It wasn’t ten minutes later that we were back at it. Dan was pumping away in me and Roger was moaning softly and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. Dan came and Roger took his place and then, when Roger was through they turned me over and jacked me off–together. It was the only time Roger ever helped do that.”
I started jacking my cock, too. “And that was it? Grampa never said anything about it?”
“Oh, yea, he did. That was the part that changed my life.” He reached out and put his hand flat on my belly; he didn’t move it around, he just rested it there. “Son, the rest of this applies to me, not you. I mean, I don’t mean to suggest anything by it. Okay?”
I didn’t have any idea what he was trying to tell me but I agreed anyway. I wanted to hear the rest of the story.
“The next day, after lunch and before afternoon chores, dad caught me and asked me to take a little walk with him. He said he needed to check the spring box up the creek and would like me to go along for the company. As we walked along he put his arm around my shoulders and kind of hugged me. He didn’t usually do stuff like that and it felt so good to me, being close to my dad and feeling his affection for me. About half way to the creek he stopped and looked at me. ‘Son,’ he said, ‘I got to ask you this and I don’t want you to be embarrassed or scared or anything. Just tell me the truth, either way, and I promise nothing will happen to you.’”
Dad rubbed his hand over my belly for a minute and then took hold of his dick. “What he asked me was if I minded what my brothers had been doing to me. I told him it was okay and I even kind of liked it. Then he wanted to know if they asked me before doing any of that stuff and if I said no would they force me to do it anyway. I told him it had never happened that I didn’t want to do it but I figured that if I did say no they would just go back to bed and jack off.” He looked over at me and grinned. “Your Grampa was a very smart man.”
“So he just let it go at that? That they would quit if you said no?”
“I told you your Grampa was a very smart man. He then asked me if I would be able to say no to them. Say I was not feeling good or had a lot on my mind. Would I be able to say no and go about my own business? I had to think about it for a bit while we walked along and I came to the conclusion that I could say no, no matter how good it felt doing it. He smiled at me when I told him that and he hugged me closer. ‘You’re a good kid,’ he said and I felt about ten feet tall.”
He paused for so long I thought that was the end of the story but after a while he sighed and went on. “When we got to the creek we checked the spring box and he asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. I said yes so we walked a hundred yards or so down stream to a pool my brothers and I often swam in. Dad took off his shirt and boots and when he started to unbuckle his pants I realized I’d never seen him naked before. Not one time in fourteen years. ‘If you’re going to swim you’d better get out of those jeans,’ he said when he realized I was just standing there, watching him. I pulled my boots off and my shirt and by the time I got to my pants he was already in the water.”
“How did he look? I mean, did he have…”
“I didn’t see it then. He had his back turned when he pulled his pants off and then he just ran into the water.”
“But you did…”
“Yea. We swam around for a while and then got out and laid on the grass to dry off. The water was pretty cool and we were both shrunk up some but his was still big and smooth looking, like yours.” He reached over and put his hand on mine, the one that was jacking my cock. I let go and he took my cock in his hand, just holding it, maybe measuring it against his memory. “You two are very much alike,” he said, laying my cock back on my belly.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You can hold it.” He took it back in his hand, not jacking it or playing with it, just holding it.
“Laying there in the sun with him I somehow I saw him differently. I don’t know, like I saw him in dreams sometimes or… I don’t know. I did know that it wasn’t going to be long before I got a hard-on. Finally I heard myself say, ‘I could say no to you, dad. If you asked me and I didn’t want to.’ I don’t know where it came from and I don’t know how I ever had the courage to say it but I did.”
He’d let his dick go and I reached over and took it in my hand. I held it, just the way he was holding mine. When I spoke it was nearly a whisper. “What did he do when you said that?”
“He rolled up on his side and fixed me with those dark blue eyes of his and said, ‘Even if I am your dad? You could still say no?’ I guess I nodded or something because he reached out and put his hand on my chest and then asked me if I wanted him to ask me. I nodded again and realized his dick was beginning to get hard.”
“How about you? Were you…” I squeezed his dick gently.
“Oh, yea. I was as hard as I think I’d ever been. I didn’t even try and hide it. He did, for a little while anyway. He sat up and leaned his back against a tree. He held out his arms and said, ‘Son, would you let me go inside you?’ I walked on my knees over to him and sat on his thighs, facing him. I don’t remember answering him but I must have because he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. The rest of that time is a little blurry and I don’t know where the grease came from but there was some and then I was slowly taking him inside me, sitting on him.”
He moved my hand off his dick and put it on his balls. “Not yet,” he said and I could hear the excitement in his voice.
“He felt huge going in and I wondered if I could take it all but I did. He was so gentle about it and when I finally had it all we didn’t move for a long time. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I remember he tasted of tobacco and peppermint and kissing him made me come. I actually thought I might die of the pleasure of it all.” His dick flexed as though he was going to come but he didn’t. He just lay still and stared at the ceiling for a moment.
“When it was over I was embarrassed because I had shot cum all over his chest and it was dripping down between us. I moved to wipe it off and he hugged me tight against him, getting it on me, too. ‘Don’t move, son. Just let it happen.’ He kissed me again and I felt him shiver. He sucked the air out of my lungs and then breathed it back in and then did it again and again. I was dizzy when he broke the kiss and we both sucked fresh air into our lungs. Then he went rigid and I felt him let go inside me. He must have shot ten times or more up there and when he quit he looked into my eyes and said, ‘Dear God, I’ve never come off like that, never in my life.’”
“We stayed that way for a long time, our arms around each other and him inside me, my head resting on his shoulder. Then he began to touch me, moving his hands over my back, down to my ass and up, across my chest and belly. I did the same to him and he showed me, on me, where it felt best on him. He played with my nipples which I hadn’t known were so sensitive and he groaned when I played with his. We were both hard the whole time and when I squeezed his nipples hard he jerked back and began humping his dick in me. I tried to help by moving up and down on him and he helped me by sliding his hands under and lifting. I remember we did that for what seemed a long time.”
He squeezed my dick and I had to take his hand off it so I wouldn’t come. He took my balls and closed his fingers over them, holding them in the warmth of his hand.
“I came first again, without either of us touching my cock. It just happened and it made me dizzy it felt so good. I was holding him, kissing him, when he came and I felt it all over his body, from his dick to his tongue.”
He paused for half a second or so and then said, “I can’t take any more of this.” He swung around on the bed and took my cock in his mouth. I grabbed his dick and we both came immediately, me in his mouth and him in my hand. It lasted a long time for both of us. Afterward, when I’d stopped shooting, he lay his head on my thigh with my cock resting in his mouth. I rubbed his cum over my chest and then wriggled around so I could take his dick in my mouth. I knew he was very sensitive so I just took it in and let it rest against my tongue.
After a long time, by some sort of unspoken–but well understood–consent, we began to play. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and wiped it around the head of his dick. I loved the way that felt, my tongue enclosed in his skin, moving over that smoothness of the head. I loved it even more when he did it to me. Then he sucked in his cheeks, holding my cock tightly in his mouth and slowly pulled my foreskin back with his hand, sliding it back until the head was completely uncovered. The feel of his tongue on that place just under the head sent chills and fire all through my body. When I did the same thing to him he growled deep in his throat and after three or four times he gently lifted my head off his dick because he was close to coming again. He let me suck on his balls while he cooled down and I loved the feel of them in my mouth.
We played until we couldn’t hold back anymore and then came in each other’s mouths at the same time. When we were spent he put his arms around me and pulled me close, fitting his body against mine so I could feel his chest hair against my back and his dick against my buns. We fell asleep that way and had a long afternoon’s nap.
When I woke I was on my back and dad was on his side, his head in his hand, looking at me. “What?” I said and he smiled.
“Oh, I was just thinking what a good looking kid you are, that’s all.”
I reached out for his dick.
“Oh, no,” he said and scooted away across the bed.
“Why not?” I glanced down at myself and saw that I was getting hard.
“Well for one thing, you need a shower. We both do.” He wrinkled his nose and sniffed. “We both smell to high heaven.”
I sniffed and he was right. We smelled of cum and saliva and something else I couldn’t define. I later figured out that it was sex; the smell of sex. “Well, okay but I still have a bunch of questions about you and Grampa. Like, did you…”
“Very sneaky, son, but it won’t work. You’re not going to get me started again with that. We’ll save your questions for next week.” He held up his hand. “I know, school’s out and all that but I have to work next week, even if you don’t.” He patted me on the chest and stood up. “Same time, same, uh… bed. Now go take a shower.”
Saturday, June 8, 1957
I occupied the first week out of school pretty much the same way everybody did: I slept, jacked off, slept, thought about finding a summer job, slept and jacked off. Ron came over on Tuesday and we played around for a while but his heart didn’t seem to be in it. I sucked on him for a while but I didn’t think he was liking it much so I quit and we just jacked ourselves off. Afterward we went to a movie and had more fun than we had playing around.
On Wednesday Wes and I went swimming at his cousin’s house and the three of us played grab ass in the pool until we were all hard but we couldn’t do anything about it because his cousin’s mom was in the kitchen. I couldn’t wait to get home and jack off.
When I jacked off I mostly pictured dad and Grampa fucking in the grass by the creek. The more I pictured it, though, the easier it was to see me and my dad doing it. I thought about sucking him, too, and found I could still remember the taste and feel of him in my mouth. That excited me almost as much as thinking about him fucking me but by the end of the week all I could think about was him fucking me. By Saturday morning I knew I wanted that more than anything in the world.
On Saturday Dad was lying on the bed with his dick in his hand when I walked in. “Fooled you and took my shower first,” he said, grinning at me.
“I noticed. There wasn’t any hot water left.” I lay down on the bed next to him so that we were touching.
He laughed. “At your age a cold shower is good for you. Keeps the hornys away.”
I was hard by then and I waived it around in the air. “Oh, yea?”
We lay in silence for a little while, as though we didn’t know what to say or how to start. Finally I looked over at him and asked, “What did your brothers think about you doing it with Grampa,? Did he do it with them, too? Did you all…”
“Whoa there, son. One at a time, okay?” He paused and thought for a minute. “As to my brothers, they didn’t know about dad and me. He asked me not to say anything and I didn’t. Besides, what he and I did was… well, it was different from what I did with my brothers.” He rolled up on his side, cupped his head in his hand and looked at me. “You need to understand about me and Grampa, son. Remember I said it changed my life when he walked in on us? Well, it did because… Well because when I played around and let my brothers fuck me that’s what it was, playing around. It felt wonderful but it was just playing. With Grampa it was different. He didn’t just fuck me, he made love to me. And he taught me to make love back and I guess most importantly he taught me that I was loved and cherished and someone very special.”
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “What he taught me… I’ve tried to teach you every day since the day you were born.”
I had a terrible lump in my throat and then I felt a tear run down my face. I loved him so much. We lay in silence for several minutes until I felt more under control. Then I got up and kneeled over his belly. “Dad? I love you, you know?”
He smiled up at me and nodded. “Yea, I know. I’ve always known.”
“Even though you’re my dad, if you asked me, if you wanted to… to fuck me. I could still say no if I wanted to. I mean, if I didn’t want to. I mean… You know.”
“Now wait a minute, son. Remember when I started telling you about Grampa and me, I told you it was all about me. I wasn’t suggesting that you should do that just because…”
I reached down and put my hand over his mouth. “I know. Ask me. Please?”
He licked the palm of my hand and I jerked it away in surprise. He laughed and then looked me in the eyes. “Son, may I make love to you?” He held my eyes until I nodded but then he shook his head. “No, you have to say it. Out loud.”
“Dad, please, I want you to make love to me.”
He pulled my head down and kissed me. “My dad didn’t do that until he was inside me but I couldn’t wait,” he said and then did it again.
I remembered he’d said his dad tasted of tobacco and peppermint. My dad tasted of Listerine mouthwash. To this day I get a little emotional jolt when I’m close to someone who’s used Listerine.
We kissed for a long time before he pulled back to look at me. “How…”
“The way you and Grampa did. Sitting up.”
He pulled himself up on the bed until his back was against the headboard. Then he leaned over and got a tube of stuff out of his bedside table. He opened it and squeezed out some of the jelly inside. “I wish we’d had this stuff when Grampa and I first started,” he said, putting some on my cock and rubbing it around so I could feel how slick it was. “We mostly had to use whatever grease there was in the kitchen or sometimes just spit. This is better.”
I took the tube from him and squeezed some out and spread it on his dick. He groaned and his dick flexed when I did.
“Now you,” he said, taking the tube from me. He put some of the jelly on his finger and reached under me so he could rub it on my ass. He put more on and pushed his finger into me. It felt wonderful and I opened up to it right away. Then he pulled me close and helped me position myself over him. “Just like jacking off,” he said, “it’s better if you take it slow and easy.”
When Ron and I had done it he’d had to wait a couple of times for the pain to go away before he could get all the way in. With my dad there was no pain at all, just a feeling of filling up with him and something else, a tingle and a wash of pleasure as he pushed through my sphincter. By the time I felt his wiry hair against my buns I was so full of him and he felt so good inside me I thought nothing could ever feel better. I found I was wrong when I began moving up and down on him. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me, running his tongue around the inside of my mouth. And then I exploded.
When I came back he was still kissing me but he was shaking and growling low in his throat. I figured out he was coming when I felt his dick bucking around inside me and his growls changed to a whimper. It took him a long time too.
First his eyes came back into focus, then he leaned in and kissed me, then he began to laugh. I got caught up in it and laughed too. Before long we both had tears streaming down our cheeks and we were laughing like madmen. When we’d quieted down enough to speak he said, “I can’t tell you how much I love you, son.” He kissed me and then went on, “But I can tell you that if you don’t stop moving around like that I’m going to come inside you again.”
I did stop but it didn’t help. He sighed deeply and let go. He grinned the whole time he was coming and when it was over he kissed me and said, “I mean it, son. I love you. The same way your Grampa loves me.” He pushed me back so I was lying along his legs; he had to lean forward because his dick was still in me and it was still hard. When he wrapped his hand around my cock he didn’t even have to move it to make me come. He slipped my foreskin back a little and I shot off, spraying cum all over both of us.
When I had gotten my breath back he smiled and said, “I think we need a shower. Come on, I’ll wash your back.”
In the shower he let me play with his dick while he washed me all over and then played with mine while I washed him. When we had dried each other off we went back to his bed, curled up spoon fashion and slept together.
We slept together from that day on, until I went away to college. When I graduated and came back to work at his construction company, I also came back to his bed. That was in 1963 and we slept together-and made love together-until he died in 1994 at the age of 75. It was a great life.
Thanks Grampa, for teaching him about loving.
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Copyright Greg Bowden
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