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|01-21-2009, 06:37 PM||#1|
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I woke slowly.
It was still dark.
I could feel something nice, comforting, but it my sleepy state it took a few seconds to work out what it was.
Something warm, wet. Dad was sucking my cock.
I had lived with dad after he left mum when her drinking became too much for him. I was only 5 at the time and knew nothing of all this until a couple of years ago when I was 10. I had no contact with my mum in those 5 years and eventually I plucked up the courage to ask him why. He sat me down, cuddled me with genuine love and told me what I needed to know.
I got the feeling there was more to the story but, for whatever reason, he chose not to tell me but I expect I will find out in years to come.
Dad and I had always been close. I know most boys and their dads are close but we were really close. I spent a lot of time with me from when I was just a baby, feeding me, playing games, bathing with me. We had never hidden our bodies nor had any secrets and I can remember playing with his cock and him playing with mine when we were in the bath together when I was very young.
This had become more and more intimate as time went on. From washing each other to stroking each other when we got hard and even rubbing each other's assholes with soapy fingers.
Our rough and tumble wresting games had gone from playing to naked writhing, from a good natured tussle to naked foreplay (though I didn't know it as that at the time).
On occasions in our play dad became so excited he had cum so he had to explain that to me and, together with the games we already played, led me to masturbation. From dry cumming until finally, when I was about 11, I actually squirted - just a drop but it felt absolutely the best.
I told dad and he was as excited as I was about it. He said "Now we can do all sorts of things to make each other cum." And we did.
Over the last year we had made each other cum by stroking, by sucking, by rubbing with oils while watching porn. Dad even made me cum the first time he slowly and gently slipped his finger into my ass up to the first knuckle.
And now I was fully awake, my raging hard on being sucked by dad. But something felt different. There seemed to be an urgency to what he was doing and I wasn't really sure if I liked it but one thing I was sure about, he wasn't gong to stop.
I felt his hand massaging my balls and then his finger probing my ass. I relaxed. His hand moved away and when it returned to my ass a few moments later it felt cold. It was cream lubricant. I relaxed more and readied my insides for his finger to enter me.
He usually gently pushed and and circled and slowly let the tip of his finger slide in, gradually working it carefully in bit by bit but not this time.
The tip of his greased finger found it's target and then he just pushed. Hard. His finger forced it's way right in in one thrust. It caused me to yelp and wince. He didn't stop. His deep finger started circling inside me causing me the strangest of feelings.
"Feel that, boy? That's your prostate. Like it?" I couldn't speak. It hurt but felt fantastic at the same time and the next thing I knew there was stuff coming out of dick. It wasn't like cum, it wasn't so thick, more liquidy, but not completely clear like pre-cum.
Dad sucked it all out off and out of my dick. I stayed hard.
He pulled his finger out of me making me gasp. It wasn't like him to be so rough. But in a way I sort of liked it.
The next thing I knew his cock was pushing at my lips. I opened my mouth to let him in as usual but he just rammed it to the back of my throat making me gag and cough.
After all the years we had been playing with each other, gradually increasing the intensity of our play, I had learned to relax my throat sufficient to get a little of his cock in there. He was only about 6-7 inches long and not very thick so it wasn't that amazing for me to do that, but this time I couldn't relax with him pushing so hard. My throat just clenched and wouldn't let him in.
He started to get angry. Not like him at all. After a couple of minutes ramming his prick against the back of my mouth he gave up and said "You gonna get a spanking if you don't do better than that."
The next thing I knew he had sat on the edge of the bed and spun me over onto his knee and proceeded to spank my ass. Hard. His hand making loud slapping noises with each stroke.
After 6 or 8 strokes he stopped and started stroking my reddening ass cheeks, his hand making soft circles where had just been hitting me. The change from rough to soft took me totally by surprise and I thought for a moment it had just been a game which I had misread.
Then another hard slap hit my ass.
His hand wormed it's way between my legs and he grabbed my dick and balls, squeezing them. I squirmed with the pain in my balls and tears started to well up in my eyes. I had never known him to be like this before.
"Now suck it down boy." He tipped me onto the floor and I landed hard. I was scared. I turned round to face him and crawled forward ready to try again. Anything to make him happy rather than this monster he had turned into.
I took his cock in my hand and pulled the skin back. My mouth was dry. I sucked on him to make the saliva flow and lubricate his cock to try and get it passed the back of my throat.
I sank my head on his cock, gradually getting used to the feeling of it at the back of my mouth, trying to relax my throat. I felt his hands gently on the back of my head, massaging my scalp. It felt comforting.
I relaxed, felt the tip of his cock slip further back. And then he grabbed my head and pushed, his cock forcing its way down my throat. I couldn't gag, I couldn't cough, I couldn't breathe.
He held me there for what seemed like ages but was probably only a few seconds before I felt the familiar swelling of his cock as he was about to cum. But this time it was stretching my throat.
I wretched like I was going to be sick and dragged my head back off him just as he started to squirt jet after jet of thick cum. I frantically rubbed his cock to try and make sure he was going to finish and not try and do that again.
His cock started to go limp, his body relaxed, the anger in his face gradually disappeared. He fell back on the bed.
And as soon as his head hit the mattress he was asleep.
I was totally dumbfounded. I looked at him fast asleep, snoring gently.
I crawled off to his bed as I didn't want him to wake up in that mood.
I didn't really sleep, just dozed, afraid of what might happen next.
The morning finally came and dad came into his bedroom with a surprised look on his face. "OK, what's going on," he said with a grin. "Why did we swap beds. I don't even remember waking up last night. What happened?"
"Dad, do you really not remember. Don't you remember what you did to me?"
His grin faded and was replaced with one of terror. "Oh my god. It's happened again. After all these years."
"What's happened. Why were you so horrible to me last night?" I said almost in tears.
"OK son. I guess I was mean to you last night, was I?"
"I should say."
"I need you to tell me everything that happened. I promise I don't remember a thing."
"But what happened?" I begged.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. I couldn't help but back away. He didn't try and get any closer. Just put his hand on my foot through the duvet and gently stroked it.
"When I was younger I used to have bad dreams, night terrors they call them. I could shout, scream, thrash around, even get out of bed and sleepwalk sometimes. It hasn't happened for many years. I had counselling when I was in my early 20s and it hasn't happened since then. Yesterday I had a call from your mom. It really upset me. I guess it caused me to have another episode."
I watched him carefully and listened to everything he said. He seemed like his usual caring self. He had mentioned before that he had had bad dreams when he was younger but I had no idea it was anything like this.
"Did I hurt you son?" he asked with genuine concern.
I told him everything that happened. He started to cry, his shoulders gently shaking and tears making tracks down his cheeks. "I am so sorry. What else can I say."
"Dad, I thought you were out of control and that really scared me." I said, then hesitantly "But if I know you are awake and we both know what we are doing, it could be fun to be a bit rough sometimes." It was more like a question than a statement.
He looked at me with surprise. "Really?" he asked. I nodded an almost imperceptible nod.
"Well maybe we need to think about that from time to time" he said with a wink.
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