Re: Father-Son Incest
So, I found this great, hot story
here and wanted to share it all with you.
THIS IS NOT MINE!:
What My Father Taught Me
My parents both were really young when they had me (he was only around eighteen or nineteen) so without the typical vast generational gap between us, my parents both talked to me really openly about everything, in a lot of ways, my dad and I would talk to each other like how I talk with my gym buddies rather than how you might think a father and son would. He wasn’t a nudist, but just didn’t care much about walking through the house naked after a morning shower to get his slacks in the laundry room or something. He sat around in boxer shorts at night, sometimes his dick would fall out of the fly or down and out the shorts if they were loose fitting boxers.
He used to take my brother and I hunting periodically while we were young, and usually go with other men he knew. Thats how I first saw a naked man (other than my dad). There were showers in the bathrooms near the campgrounds and I got to catch glimpses of my dad’s buddies and coworkers rinsing off.
We always went on these trips in groups of my dads friends or with other fathers and their sons, except once it was just him, my brother and me. My brother is two years older than me, and so he would have been thirteen at this time and I was eleven.
I guess he felt this was our big male bonding/becoming men trip because we talked about all sorts of life subjects over the course of that weekend. It was a hot central Texas weekend in late august/early september, so we were all shirtless most of the time. After we had lunch the second day, the sun was beating down so harshly and it was so sweltering hot that my dad just took off all his clothes, except his boots. Like I said, seeing my dad naked wasn’t that unsual, so my brother and I didn’t think much of it. I had talked with my mom and dad about puberty and sex (briefly though) before this, but I guess my dad felt this was our big weekend, his chance to teach his sons about being men.
My dad laid out on some blankets in the shade of one of the trees, even in the shade he was drenched with sweat. My dad was a nice looking guy, not all gym cut or anything, but just a natural athletic real man’s body, furry legs/thighs, chest, butt and a big black bush jutting out from his pubic area running up his belly. He laid there lazyly and I will never forget just looking at him, hoping my body would one day be like that (turned out Im more muscular, but Im smooth, very little body hair unfortunately, my dad had a nice furry butt and I kept waiting and waiting for mine to grow hair like that, never did though, which sucks because I seriously love a furry ass!).
Anyway, I decided to join in, and so I take off my shorts and go lay under the tree with my dad. My brother was a little shyer (probably because he was just starting to enter puberty), he took his shorts off but left his underwear on. We all just laid there for a while in the Texas sun. My dad sat up after a while and said he wanted to talk to us about what it means to be a man and growing up. He stood up in front of us and said, “sons, this is what a grown man’s body looks like.” He went on to explain that hair will grow on us, we will become more muscular, ect. I had never REALLY looked at my dad naked, but there he was right in front of me showing me his naked body and expecting me to look. It was fun and light hearted, kidding around, he even at one point lifted up his nuts and made jokes about how much extra toilet paper it took to wipe a hairy butt hole like his. He shoved his armpit in my face laughing telling about how adult men sweat more and stink when they are older.
He actually told my brother to take his underwear off, he said we should be comfortable with our bodies and he wanted to see his sons. He joked about how he changed our diapers and wiped our butts as babies, so he had already seen us naked and that changing clothes in the lockeroom or being naked with other people isn’t and shouldn’t be a big deal. My brother took them off, he had a little pubic hair already, and I loved seeing the difference between my dick, my brothers and dad’s. I secretly wanted to put them up next to each other to compare, but was too shy to ask. My dad looked at both of us and said we both seemed like we were growing up just fine. We then had a long conversation about girls and sex and all of that stuff. This is where I learned about the details involved with sex and anatomy, beyond just the basic birds and bees stuff, like semen, sperm, menstration, even venereal disease. My favorite was learning about foreskin (all three of us were cut, I had never seen an uncircumsized penis before). My dad told us about how a penis naturally has a hood of skin covering the head, demonstrating on him self , pushing the head back within the skin of the shaft to mimic foreskin.
We talked about being a father, what being a man really meant to my dad, about responsibility, about reputation and the difference between how to act in public and act at home, about how important our relationship was as brothers. We didn’t even ever get around to attempting to hunt at all that day. We hung out together, naked, talking, laughing.
Right before sunset, I remember my dad sitting on the bench of a crude wooden picnic table above and infront of me while I was on the ground on a blanket. I remember because his crotch was kind of at my eye level and was right there in front of me. He smiled and put his hand down on his crotch clutching his dick and balls, shook them jokingly, and said how our dicks would soon become one of our driving forces and run most of our lives. He laughed and opened a beer and told us about how we would grow up and that our dicks would become such an important factor in so many different areas of our lives. he kind of smirked, somewhat cynnical but more appreciative, like as if his dick was an old friend that had been there through good times and bad. I guess thinking of the troubles and pleasure it has brought him.
Now some people might think what he did next was crossing a line, I don’t. Nothing about that weekend was dirty or wrong or inappropriate to me. Atleast in my mind. So my dad shook his dick and balls playfully again and told us he was going to teach us about our dicks and how to use/enjoy them. He started to stroke his own dick, getting it hard, all the while just talking to us about erections, it was instructional, not sexual really. He talked about what the normal length was of most men, morning wood, wet dreams, that men are not rock hard ready to go at the drop of a hat like some guys claim to be in locker rooms and such., that those images of men were not realistic. He also talked to us about how it was not a bad thing to play with ourselves, on our own time, to explore and have fun with our dicks and bodies if we wanted.
He stroked himself in front of us and his dick got fully hard, something I had never seen before. he stood up, proudly and showing off, and again said, “sons, this is what a grown man’s dick looks like.”
He sat back down and leaned back on the picnic table, he told us if we wanted to try it for ourselves that we could. I moved my own hand to my crotch and started gentle stroking myself, watching how my father moved his hand and trying to imitate it on my own dick. I moved over and sat closer to him on the picnic table. I was mesmerized by all the hairs and wrinkles of his balls and the musky smell that I now started to notice coming from him now that I was sitting next to him. His balls bounced and flopped all over and made slapping sounds against his thighs. I wanted to touch it and feel how hard it was, I didn’t ask permission, I just reached out and touched his cock and squeezed the shaft a little. I moved my hand up and down the length of it a few times and then cupped his balls in my palm. It all felt so hot and I could feel him pulsing through the hardness. I looked at his face and he smiled and said that it was okay. He resumed stroking his cock with his own hand again and I went back to imitating his movements on myself. My brother was also playing with himself off to the side. I was surprised at how much bigger his dick was when it got hard. Of course not anywhere the size of dads but much longer and a little thicker than mine.
My dad laid back a little more on the picnic tabletop and spread his legs and those furry thighs apart. He moved his other hand down underneath his bouncing balls and moved a finger or two along his taint, tickling the hairs there. He told us that our bodies were ours to explore and enjoy however we wanted and that we should experiment with our bodies as we grow older and try out new feelings and sensations. He moved his hand further down his taint and started circling his hairy butt hole as he stroked his cock. He playfully tickled it and he moaned a little and his breathing changed. He told us about the prostate and how good it felt to reach it. He stuck his index finger in his mouth and got it wet with saliva. He then slowly started pushing his finger up his butthole. He grunted a little but was still smiling. When his finger was almost all the way in, he started thrusting his hand moving his finger in and out slightly. He let out a moan and I could tell whatever he was doing he was really enjoying it. He lie there writhing around a bit while he enjoyed his asshole and his prostate for a while longer.
He sat up again and called me over. I leaned in and looked at him, he had a interesting smile on his face that I hadn’t ever seen before, and one hand thrusting his fingers up and in his ass jabbing repeatedly at his prostate while the other was holding his fully erect penis up and pointing it at me. I saw something glisten on the head of his dick. He touched it with his finger and pulled away leaving a long string of slimy ooze connecting his finger to his prick. He told me that this was precum and that it’ll make jacking off feel even better than doing it dry or with just spit. I watched as his cock began to spurt more of the shiny gel and his hand eventually was coated in it making his cock all slick and shiny in the afternoon sun. He put his hand to his mouth and spit into his palm and went back to working his manhood. He said I’d probably start precumming in a year or two. My brother piped in and said that he has already and and showed my dad a few glistening drops that he squeezed out. My dad just smiled and continued moving his hand around his meat this way and that. There was so much precum that even it started dripping down off his hand making a small pool of it underneath his balls on the picnic table. I was annoyed that both my dad and brother were able to have precum but I didn’t, so I scooped up the puddle of my dads leaking juices from the table and slathered it on my prick. My dad kind of chuckled when he saw what I did, he told me to stick out my hand and then he squeezed out a good stream of the slimy liquid from the head of his dick and into my hand. It was warm and gooey, I moved it around a little in my palm and saw it started to thin out more like water. I smeared it on my cock and felt how good it felt now that my dick was all slippery and lubed up. I stuck my hand out and squeezed some more myself out of my dads meat, but before I wiped it down on myself again, my dad told me to smell it and to taste it. It didn’t have much of a smell, but it tasted sweet and a little salty, not at all what I was expecting, but I liked it. My dad said, “Good! Isn’t it?” He smiled again and squeezed more precum out onto his finger and then stuck them in my mouth. I licked his index and middle fingers clean savoring the strange taste of his lube.
Then my dad kind of paused as he pulled his fingers from my mouth, like he wasn’t sure about what was going, he looked at me intently for a second and I just gave im the biggest grin. Then he kinda quickly shrugged something off as if he’d decided since it had already gone this far, he might as well continue, and called my brother over in front of him next to me.
He stroked his dick more aggressively getting faster and faster as he went, after a few more minutes, he announced that he was about to ejaculate and would show us what semen was. He started to grunt and moan and his thighs begun to quiver and shake. I didn’t know what was about to happen and I started getting worried. My dads grunt got louder, deeper and more rapid it seemed with each stroke. His breath was short and he was dripping with sweat. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock waiting excitedly and anxiously to see what he was going to do. Finally my dad yelled out and grunted a big loud power sound right as spurts of thick white goo shot out of his dick. One of the spurts was so powerful it shot the warm creamy jizz all over my shoulder and neck. Several more spurts spewed out, I couldnt believe how much he came, it went everywhere. Finally after the intensity of his orgasm was fading, his strokes on his cock slowed down and his breathes grew longer and deeper. I hadnt even orgasmed but I felt like I had just been trhrough something really powerful and was basking in the calm aftermath a little myself.
He had shot a good deal of his load in his hand, and so after catching his breath and taking a moment to compose himself, he looked back at us with a satisfied and relaxed smile and held out his hand to show us. It was much thicker and whiter than the watery precum from earlier. I also noticed that this stuff smelled a lot like bleach or something. I wiped the spooge from shoulder and neck off with my hand. It was slimery than precum, more like a thin paste or a gel. I licked my fingers and was surprised how much more salty this stuff was. I couldn’t quite tell what it tasted like exactly, except just how warm and thick it was. I liked it. My dad saw what I did and he half joking half seriously swiped my hand out of my mouth and told me I probably shouldn’t be eating that since it’s his cum, it’s almost like I was eating my brothers and sisters or something. I didn’t know what to make of that, but my dad and brother just laughed.
My dad cleaned himself up with a rag and told us that we could all keep practicing jerking off together whenever we wanted, and that we could always ask or talk to him about anything like that. He said there is plenty more to learn and that if we wanted, he’d show us more sometime. My brother and I both nodded in agreeance while our minds went wild wondering what other fun good feeling adult stuff to learn and what all our bodies could do.
He taught us the stuff guys usually learn from their buddies , and some of my guy friends had really misinformed ideas about girls, babies and sex. It made me feel comfortable with the human body, my own body, being a boy/man and just really helped prepaired me for what I was about to go through during puberty. And ultimately, as my body developed, nothing was scary or a surprise. I remember a friend of mine freaking out after the first time he ejaculated because he had no idea that was even going to happen. He thought he had broke his penis and was terrified to go home because he thought he had been bad and would get in trouble!
I think my dad acted more how fathers and sons should be today. Its a shame so many guys are so against even being seen naked by their children, let alone teaching them about their bodies. I guess he just knew my brother and I would both jack off too many times to try and keep track throughout our lives, as guys do, and felt like showing us the basics so we didnt ever feel ashamed or bad about touching our own bodies however we want to touch them.
Even though I am gay, my brother is straight, and feels the same as I do about this experience. Him and I have talked about striving to be as open and upfront with our own kids (when/if we have any children), and we both agree it was a great weekend of father son brother male bonding and preparation for adulthood.
