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Naked

Ever since I can remember, I have spent a lot of time without clothes. I
grew up in a nudist f****y. My parents were very liberal folks. I believe
that part of their initial attraction to each other was nudity. Our back
yard was wooded and fenced so we could spend time outside naked. The
f****y room and kitchen windows faced the backyard so we could be naked
inside without feeling claustrophobic. In fact, we didn't have d****s in
those rooms. I remember sitting around watching TV naked with my one
b*****r, two s****rs, and the folks when we were young. I know that is not
how most people grew up.

I didn't realize it at the time, but for me it was the start of my desire
for being exposed. This did not happen to most members of the f****y.
They took nudity as just that - no sexual connotation.

As the girls got to be close to ten, they wanted to start wearing clothes
around the house. My parents were respectful of that and started keeping
their clothes on. We still had naked fun outdoors, including the girls;
however, it was not all the time like in the early years.

When the girls, including Mom, were out of the house, my b*****r and I were
out of our clothes fast. My dad would be too. I think it drove Dad a
little nuts during those teen years when the girls needed us to be a
"normal" f****y. However, he was a cool Dad and felt that the girls
comfort was more important.

My b*****r and I never wore clothes in our room, even when friends came
over. This made it so our house was the house that all the guys wanted to
hang. Naturally, when we got into our early teens, my b*****r and I would
jack off together. How is that not going to happen in a room where guys
are naked? When other guys came over, we would have jack sessions or strip
poker. Eventually, blowjobs were added to the mix. I was the one who
volunteered to blow anyone interested and hard.

When my b*****r was about sixteen, he wanted to stop being naked too. He
also didn't want to play naked games anymore. He started concentrating on
girls and his afterschool job. He got into school activities too.

It was my room also, so I stayed naked. My b*****r was cool about that
and, if he had a friend over, I would either leave or reluctantly put some
clothes on.

The girls left for the universities first, followed by my b*****r. That
left Mom, Dad and I to the house. Dad and I wanted to be naked again
around the house. Mom said that was fine; however, she was probably
tolerating it at best. Mom was getting to the age where she didn't care
one way or the other about being naked. She would just wear looser clothes
around the house.

After the older three were gone, Dad and I were naked together a lot. Dad
had a sense that I was different. He at least knew that I enjoyed nudity
more than the other siblings did. When I reached fifteen, sixteen,
s*******n, I still wanted to be naked. This was not what had happened with
the other c***dren.

In those years, my dick would get hard at a moment's notice. Dad and I
would sit and watch TV and I would be hard. Both my parents made it clear
to me that this was natural. Since I had been naked so much of my life, I
took my parents' at their word.

Once my b*****r was gone, I started jacking off at a tremendous rate. Up
in my room, I would shoot two, three, four times a day. I also started
collecting magazines with naked guys in them. Eventually, I had stacks of
porn under my bed. My requirement for nudity took on sexual feelings;
unlike the other members of my f****y who, except for my Dad, could take it
or leave it.

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At fifteen, I got a job at the local movie house. From the very beginning,
I would see how much I could get away with. It was not a megaplex of
theaters. It was a simple three-screen place. It took only a few people
to run it and only one to close. I got in good with my boss and started
closing. Everyone else left a half hour after the last movie started. The
k**s running the snack bar wanted out of there fast. That left me and the
projector guy.

Most evenings I would go take my underwear off in the bathroom after the
last showings started. That way I could have the feeling of freedom and
there was little chance of people seeing my boner. I did all my chores.
Cleaned the bathrooms. Put the money in the safe. Then waited for the
movies to end.

Evenutally, I thought "Why not hang out with the projector guy, Phil? It's
silly for us to just be in the same building and not chat." Phil was in
his early twenties. He had done this for a few years while waiting to make
enough money to go off to school. For weeks, we just talked in the
projection rooms. We would have to go from one theater to the other to
change the reels. It was always hot in the projection rooms. I got a
thrill out of having a hard on in front of Phil. He would notice the bulge
in my polyester pants pretending not to.

One day we were talking in the last room, during the last reel. It was
hot. I was hard as a rock and I suspect that Phil was too. I unbuttoned
the first few buttons of my shirt, "Man, it's warm in here tonight." Phil
eyed me and said, "Yeah it is warmer than usual." I said, "Man, I got to
unbutton this shirt and pull it out of my pants. I'm all sticky." I did
and reached into my pants to give my rock hard dick a tug.

Phil said, "It would sure be nice to do this without these stuffy
uniforms."

I said, "Yeah, you know when the last show starts I go in the bathroom and
take off my underwear. That way I can feel a little more relaxed in this
monkey suit. Wouldn't it be cool to sit up here naked while all those
people are watching the movie?"

Phil said, "Yeah, I have thought of it. To be honest with you John, no one
ever came up here before you started working the final shift. It was as if
nobody gave a shit about the projection guy. I will let you in on a little
secret. For a while now after the last reel starts, I have porn here and
jack off. Nothing else to do and nobody around. The door can be locked so
if someone came, I could just say I didn't realize I had locked it. What I
really would like to do, though, is be naked. Unfortunately, that would be
a little much as it would take additional time to get my clothes on and
unlock the door, which would arouse suspicion."

I said, "Phil, it's just me now. I am the only other guy on duty. You
know I'm cool. It wouldn't bother me. In fact, I would do the same."

I could see that Phil was rock hard now with the slightest wet spot in his
pants. With that, I locked the door and pulled off my shirt. Then I
unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor. Now I was completely
naked in front of Phil. His eyes popped open. I said, "come on Phil. No
one will know."

Hesitantly, Phil started to undress. He even went for his shoes getting
completely naked. Wow. This was hot. Phil was hot. He had a nice, trim
body with chest hair and a good 6" cock.

I took off my shoes, socks so we were both standing in the room naked, hard
and looking each other over. We didn't touch each other. We just started
jacking off looking at the other. It was hot. We came in no time.

I learned that Phil was an exhibitionist too. He enjoyed driving naked.
He like to pull up next to women in cars at intersection and do a big body
stretch leaning back in the seat and raising himself so that they could see
his cock. He shared that he is naked every chance he gets. One thing he
loves to do is wear loose shorts that can "accidently" fall in an
inappropriate location. He likes to have women watch him masturbate. He
tells them to come over, they can watch him, they can play with their
pussies and get themselves to orgasm, but in the spirit of safe-sex and not
having a pregnancy problem, he doesn't want to have sex with them. I know
it sounds rather lame because there are condoms and pills, but he does get
women who will do it. Maybe they like the idea too.

We didn't get into sex stuff. Phil did allow me to blow him, which I was
more than happy to oblige. Phil was the first guy I sucked and the first
jizz I tasted. We got into a nightly ritual of getting naked. We brought
porn to look at. I was cool looking at straight porn as long as there were
good shots of the guys. After the newness wore off, we got to the point
where we would just talk and be naked like it was no big deal.

Phil went off to college when I was about s*******n. We didn't keep in
touch. He was the first guy I met that had similar feelings of exposure.
He was hot and I will always remember and appreciate our time together.


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Things started to change at home during my junior year of high school. The
other k**s were gone to college now. Mom went on her own path. With just
me left, there was no point in hanging around the house all day. I was
self-sufficient, didn't participate too much in extra-curricluar school
activities that would have required her chauffeur expertise. I liked
working. Mom took a volunteer position in the city that led to a permanent
job offer. She took the job. Now I was working nights at the theater
leaving Dad and Mom home alone in the evenings.

One day I came home from school. I didn't have to work the theater that
night. We had dinner in the usual manner. The only thing different was
that we all wore clothes. For some reason, that night I intuitively knew
that I should not be naked.

My folks and I sat down in the living room afterwards. They told me that
they wanted to speak to me. It sounded serious. Mom announced that she
and Dad were separating. She said that she didn't know whether they were
going to divorce or not. She said that she felt it was time for her to do
a few things for herself. She said that she would be the one leaving the
house. She wanted to get a place downtown where she could walk to work. I
felt crushed. It hadn't occurred to me that something like this would
happen.

Looking back on it, it makes a lot of sense. She had given up many of her
bohemian ways to raise a f****y. I respected her for that sacrifice, not
at the time, in later years. It took guts to go find oneself again. My
folks always wore their marriage like a loose garment -- no pun intended.
This became a natural progression of that attitude. They ultimately did
get a divorce. Neither remarried. Mom found a nice guy who she spent her
forties with. And, Dad found the love of his life. That's later in the
story.

It took a while for me to recover from the divorce. My siblings were gone
so I didn't have them to talk to. I talked with Phil about it a lot. He
pointed out some things that I hadn't thought of, which I just wrote about.
It still hurt for a long time. At moments, it still does.

This did leave one aspect of life once Mom moved out; Dad and I never wore
clothes again. We both had a lot to process. I don't know what all he
needed to work out. I know he was not quite the same for a long time. I
wasn't either. We both did the best we could.

One thing we did was make a pack that would both be home for dinner every
night. I arranged with my boss to start work at seven at night. I could
manage the closing of the candy counter, close the books for the day, and
clean up after everyone was gone.

Dad and I got into a routine that last year of high school. We shucked out
clothes the moment we got in the door. We made dinner, sat together and
chatted about our day. Over time, we loosened up, getting to know each
other on a more personal level. He would go to the gym after dinner taking
me to theater on the way.

Weekends Dad spent a lot of time alone as I worked. He got more into the
gym and his already great body got better. He was turning hot and I
noticed. I also noticed that I started jacking off more thinking about
him. We had the gay discussion some time ago before Mom left. He was cool
with it, yet still wanted me to be prudent at least until I turned 18.

I had not had sex sex. I was an exhibitionist. I jacked off often. I
gave Phil blowjobs until he left. I gave blowjobs when my b*****r still
lived at the house and we had friends over. I like to lose my clothes any
time I could. I just had not had real, in bed sex, with another guy. The
weird thing about it was that I started to fantasize about my Dad being the
real, in-the-bed sex guy.

The times that we were at home together, which included being naked, my
dick was having a hard time staying down. I could see that my Dad saw
this. We talked about it occasionally joking about how great youth is. It
finally got to be rather commonplace that when we sat watching TV my dick
was hard. I could see out of the corner of my eye that his would get at
least plump.

Finally, one night I could not take it any longer. I had been thinking
about this Dad-sex thing for some time. With the openness of our
relationship, I felt that the truth had to come out. During dinner one
night, I spoke with Dad about my feelings.

"Dad, I have something important and scary to speak with you about."

"What is it John?"

I stammered it out. "Dad, I have not had sex with another man in a bed. I
have been thinking about this for sometime and I want to have sex with you.
I want my first real serious sex experience to be with you, Dad."

"Wow. I don't know what to say, John. I would be lying if I didn't say
that I am flattered. We are incredibly close. Closer than I am with the
other c***dren, which I am sure is partly out of the circumstance we are
in. Why me?"

"First Dad, you may not get this, but you are incredibly hot. Your body is
spectacular with all the working out you do. I also would like it to be
special and safe. What could be more special and safe than having sex with
your Dad?"

"True, I never thought of it that way. I always said I wanted you to be
prudent. I respect you for thinking along those lines. You know some
people might not approve. If we did, it would have to be on the downlow.
I will have to give it some thought. I am opposed to it until you are 18,
but I am not completely put off by the idea either. Now let me get the
dessert."

Dad stood up and he was rock hard. I'm sure that after I went to work, he
jacked off and shot a milky white Dad load thinking about me just like I
was imagining him in my beat-my-meat sessions. This did give me some hope
and besides I was going to be 18 shortly.


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That night at the theater after that incredible dinner conversation with my
Dad, I was more daring than ever. My hormones were racing with the
thoughts of having sex with my Dad.

I went in the theater where I had seen this lone guy enter. It was the
last show of the night. I didn't care much about movies. I wasn't your
typical gay teen who knew everything about everything regarding film. This
was a particularly awful film on a lousy night. The theater was almost
empty except for a few people in the middle and the lone guy near the back.
I had checked the guy out when he walked through the lobby with a sense
that he had done the same to me. He was maybe in his thirties, medium
built, with brown hair about 5'10". The lone guy wore jeans, a t-shirt and
had a heavy jacket on. He reminded me of a young Peter Sarsgaard. I said
I didn't know everything about everything regarding movies; but I did know
hot actors like Sarsgaard.

I decided to be a little daring and sit in the same row near, but not too.
It was maybe an hour into the film. I sat down with an acknowledgement
from the guy that I was there. I had already gone to the restroom taking
my underwear off per usual. I started to rub my crotch ever so slightly to
see if I got any attention. It took a few minutes. I noticed him
squirming a little in his seat. He leaned back a little more and put his
hand down his pants. A few minutes later, he took his jacket off and put
it on the seat next to him but not between him and me.

Next, I started to let a few buttons of my shirt. Then I pulled my
shirttail out. He did the same. I thought what the hell. I took my shirt
off. He was a little surprised. I then pushed my pants down to the floor
and stepped out of them. Now I was naked except for my socks. He pulled
up his t-shirt, undid his belt sliding his pants down enough to reveal his
cock.

Leaving my clothes behind, I moved to the seat next to him. He had a nice
five-o'clock shadow, with darker hair. His exposed chest revealed a
beautiful mat of hair with just a little paunch of a stomach. He had
beautiful dark nipples. In homosexual terms, I would later learn he was a
bear with the cuteness of a cub. His pubic hair was trimmed around a
stunning cock. It was thick and about 7" hard and cut.

We began to stroke watching each other for several minutes. This was all
too exciting so I knew I wasn't going to last long. I could feel me
getting close. We did this all in complete silence. At the last second, I
stood up, looked at him and shot my load all over his chest. Quickly, he
added to the mix with his own hot man cum. I sat back down breathless. I
looked around regaining consciousness fast. No one had moved or noticed.
It was fucking hot. I moved back over to my seat, grabbed my clothes and
walked out of the theater naked to the bathroom to get dressed. I peeked
inside the theater. He had pulled his t-shirt down, probably without
wiping up the cum. He had left his pants down and was still holding his
cock. He watched the rest of the film.

When the movie was over, I stood at the door with my trashcan while
everyone walked out. He was last. I told him to wait a minute in the
theater while I locked up. He said ok and turned around.

I turned on the cleaning lights in the theater and locked the front doors.
Then, I turned off the lobby lights except for the refreshment counter. I
stood in the middle of the lobby in full view of the parking lot and took
off all my clothes. When I walked into the theater, he was standing down
at the front near the screen completely naked. I had found myself another
exhibitionist! I was so excited I almost shot right then.

I walked down to the front to meet him; my boner getting there sooner than
the rest of my body. We looked each other over knowing exactly what we
both wanted to do next and started pounding our pudds. Fuck. Now I could
really see how handsome he was. He didn't work out, but had the kind of
body that just took care of itself. He was such a Daddy-type. He was
maybe 170 lbs. with real hairy legs and arms.

He worked his nipple with one hand while jacking with the other. I could
see the dried cum on his chest and stomach hair from earlier. Neither of
us would last long it was just too incredible a scene. Within a few
minutes, we both shot massive loads all over the floor.

When it was over, I introduced myself telling him my name was John. He
introduced himself as Bob. He started to put on his clothes as I invited
him to please come back again. I said I would see to it that he got in
complimentary. From then on Bob came on a regular basis.

I cleaned the entire theater naked even the lobby and the refreshment
counter. I'm sure the Board of Health wouldn't be to pleased about that
but they weren't going to inspect at 11:30 PM.

This had been one of the best nights of my life. I was probably going to
have sex with my Dad and I had found myself my first homosexual
exhibitionist. Remember, Phil was straight. I could tell it was going to
be much more with Bob than just jerking and giving a blowjob as I did with
Phil. Bob and I were going to have some extra fun; not that I completely
knew what that meant at the time. I skipped home I was so happy.


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My 18th birthday was on a Saturday so Mom came to the house to celebrate.
I took the day off from work in anticipation of the event. We had a good
time together. My older b*****r drove up from his college. My s****rs
lived further away so it was impossible for them to come with classes and
studying.

We had a nice dinner with a few friends over, my b*****r, Mom and Dad.
There were presents, cards and cake. A good day overall. There was a
little tension with the Mom and Dad separation thing that I later learned
was now a divorce thing; however, all of us attempted to be on our best
behavior.

After my friends left, my b*****r and I felt that we should leave the folks
alone. He was going to drive back to school later because he had a lot of
studying on Sunday. He probably also wanted to dip is cock in a co-ed
hole. We went up to our room. When we walked into the room, my b*****r
immediately took off his clothes. I was shocked. I did the same while
asking him what was up.

My b*****r said that being at college had brought out his desire to be
naked again. He apologized for his last few years at home when he got
"shy". I told him it was no big deal. I was way more interested in him
telling me about college.

My b*****r proceeded to tell me there were many opportunities to be naked
in college. There was the dorm room. He had a cool roommate who liked
being naked in the room. He said he always walked the hall to the bathroom
and showers naked. He wanted the guys to get a good look at his stud body,
particularly the gay or closeted ones. He wanted to fuck with their heads.
He talked about being naked in the showers with no curtain so all the guys
could see. The gym showers were the same too. Then, of course, fucking
some chick. For as liberal a f****y as we had and as unbiased as my
b*****r was in most areas including his complete acceptance of his gay
b*****r, he was a chauvinist.

My b*****r had a slew of chicks, as he referred to them, that he fucked.
And, I mean fucked. There was not a lot of caring or concern for the other
party involved. It was all about getting her wet and horny so my b*****r
could get off. He told me about having one chick come over who had the
same attitude as he did, no attachments, just sex and getting off; a woman
with a man brain. This particular event her instructions were to walk into
the dorm room without knocking at a pre-arranged time. He was lying across
the twin bed with his back leaning up against the wall naked, stroking his
hard cock, pretending to be studying. She was told to close the door,
strut into the middle of the room, and strip nice and slow not saying a
fucking word. He only wanted to hear squeals and moans.

This girl would be what one would define as the college slut. He didn't
want the nice girls, he wanted the whores on campus. She loved sex. Her
main goal in college was to have as much college and professor cock up her
cunt as possible. She walked into the center of the room to strip. After
she was totally naked, except for high heels, she was instructed to start
finger fucking herself into orgasm.

At this point as we sit across from each other in our twin beds naked and
hard, my b*****r starts narrating to me what he said to her: "Yeah bitch.
Feel that wet hole of yours. You love watching this college buck stroke
his meat. You want my cock up your pussy so bad. How desparate are you
cunt? How much cock do you need to satisfy yourself? I bet the only men
on this campus that haven't plowed you are gay or too old to get it up.
Have you done it with the janitors? Have you done it with the profs? Have
you personally serviced the frat houses? You are such a slut whore. Play
with those nipples baby. Look at those huge boobs. Squeeze them together
for me baby. I wanna suck your milk out of them. Now show me your pussy,
you whore. Spread those lips so my dick can see what it's gonna get
shortly. Spread that pussy good for me. Show me that hole. Oh fuck yeah.
Hot fucking cunt. Let me see you writhe. Let me see you make love to
yourself. Fuck yeah. Fucking college bitch. You're gonna cum for me baby
and then this stud is gonna fuck you hard and give you his cream. I bet
you love having lots of man juice up that hole. Love to mix it with your
juices. Love to see it dripping out between your legs. I bet you love to
get fucked then put your dress back on and walk around campus feeling the
cum dripping down your legs. That makes you so horny you have to get
another dick up there. Another cock to deposit more cream to keep you
itchn'. Oh fuck bitch. Work yourself. Cum bitch. Cum for Daddy. Cum
for me. Shoot your juice all over me and then I'll fuck you raw. Cum
baby. Cum you fucking ho. Cum you slut. Cum! Cum! Cum!" He demanded
at the top of his lungs.

She worked herself into a frenzy with my b*****r's dirty talk shooting
juice all over my b*****r as she came. He wipe her juice off his tight
body and slicked his cock up with it. He made her get down on her knees
and suck his tool tasting her own pussy juice mixed with his pre-cum. He
wanted it nice and wet for sticking it up her pussy. After several minutes
of that, he pushed her off is cock, threw her on the bed on her back,
slammed that big college rod in her wet and raw cunt, and fucked the shit
out of her giving her a big college stud load that she deserved after a
performance like that.

My b*****r was all man with an eight inch dick and a lean muscle body. He
had always been good with the ladies and college was only a more
significant place for his antics.

After my b*****r described this scene, our cocks were dripping loads of
pre-cum. He said, "You know little b*****r. I like chicks; however, men
give better blowjobs. Suck me off."

I didn't have to be told twice. I responsed by crawling over on my knees
with my tongue out like a dog. I wrapped my mouth around his luscious
cock. I sucked it for a long time. He had learned stamina and control in
college. Eventually I could feel his cock swelling more in anticipation of
the pending load. At this point, he stood up; he grabbed the back of my
head shoving his cock all the way down my throat. I was gagging and tears
were streaming down my face, but all I wanted was my b*****r's milk. It
was so amazing being completely dominated by my b*****r. His jizz gushed
out four or five huge squirts down the back of my gullet.

I leaned back letting go of his cock. He stayed standing over me shaking
his wet dick with the last vestages of cum splattering on my face, as I
stroked my meat. I looked up at this incredible man. He had the most evil
grin. He so enjoyed the control he had over his bitches and at this
moment, I was his bitch. I could see why he had the ability to use women
and get away with it. He could use me whenever he wanted. Quickly I
grabbed my cock and jacked it furiously. My b*****r knew this type of
dominance was a thing of mine from our k** days. I shot streams of white
juice on my stomach collapsing on the floor.

I didn't wipe the cum off me. We chatted a few more minutes, put on our
clothes and went back to the f****y room to say goodbye.

Dad and Mom clearly had done some serious talking. There was tension in
the air. So much so that neither notice the aura of sex between my b*****r
and me. Everyone made their goodbye excuses. Dad and I waved from the
front door, closing it finally and immediately we took off our clothes with
a big sigh. We were both relieved they were gone even though I had a lot
of fun with my b*****r. It was evident that Dad was edgy. Dad gave me a
big hug pulling me tight to the point where are cocks were touching. He
couldn't help but smell the sex on my body now. He said, "John, let's do
some more celebrating of your 18th birthday."


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Dad went into the kitchen to get us a couple of drinks. I plopped down on
the couch and turned on the TV. He came with a glass that looked different
from the usual soda or water I drank. I asked him, "Dad, what's this?"

Dad replied, "It's whiskey, John. You're eighteen today. We should
celebrate with a little something extra."

I took the glass. I had never had an alcoholic drink in my life. My Dad
didn't drink except under special circumstances. I think that it was more
than just my birthday. Dad was probably attempting to chill after his
discussion with Mom. I sipped the drink. It went down hard. The whiskey
did unwind me a little, then I felt unsteady. Dad didn't offer me a second
and I didn't ask nor did I want one.

Dad and I were watching some silly show. Dad said, "Why don't I put
something in the DVD?" I said, "Sure, what are we were going to watch?"
Dad said, "You'll see."

He popped in a disc. Up on the screen comes the title "Kansas City
Trucking Co." I thought, 'I never heard of this film at the theater.' The
film comes on and there are some rugged guys. It is clearly an old film
not in HiDef but what the fuck. A trucker takes a new hire on the road
across the United States. Next thing I know they are masturbating
together. It was hot. My cock was rock hard. I look over at my Dad and
he is rock hard as well. I had seen my Dad hard in the past; however,
nothing like this. His big Daddy dick was super rigid with his hand
stroking it gently. I started playing with my meat as well. We watch a
little while longer while the guys in the film shot their loads.

Next thing I know, Dad stood up, muted the TV and sat his naked body down
next to me on the couch. He put his arm around me. He said, "John, you
and I spoke a few weeks back about having sex with each other. I took the
information in; however, it took me a number of weeks to come to a decision
about it. I know you caught in our conversation that I did not say no to
you."

This was just about more than I could handle. My head was swimming. I was
having my eighteenth birthday. I had just had an incredible escapade with
my b*****r up in our room. I had just taken my first drink of alcohol.
Now, here I was sitting naked on the couch in our f****y room with a hard
on and my Dad is next to me with his warm, senuous naked body. My Dad was
not only naked sitting next to me; there was no space between us. His
thigh was touching my thigh. The side of his torso was touching the side
of my torso. His arm was around me and his armpit was resting on my
shoulder. Our dicks were both oozing pre-cum. I looked down at his furry
stomach. His body was so amazing. I looked at his pecs and his beautiful
man nipples. I wanted to nurse on his tits so bad. I could see where my
b*****r got his fantastic body from.

Dad continued, "So I decided that if you still wanted to have sex with me
then I would be willing to do it. If you have changed your mind, I will
understand."

"Dad, I want to have sex with you." As if there was any other option to
the scenario playing out in our f****y room.

He said, "Good; however, this is going to be more than just sex. We are
going to express our love for each other. This will be an experience; the
type of feeling that brought you into the world."

Dad put his lips to mine and gently kissed me. Soon he pushed his tongue
into my mouth. He let go of his cock and place his hand on my torso
rubbing it ever so gently. We kissed for a long time. He eventually took
my hand and whispered, "John, it is time to go upstairs."

Dad stood up, pulled me off the couch leading me to his bedroom, the same
room and bed Mom and he used to sl**p in. I felt a little weird walking
into his bedroom. It was as if I was the new bride. At least it wasn't
the actual bed I was conceived in. My parents had purchased a new set in
recent years. Those auxward feelings subsided quickly. I was too excited
and horny to think about those aspects.

Dad pulled the bedspread, blanket and top sheet all the way back to the
floor. He told me to get down on the bed on my back. I laid down and he
crawled up onto me, his big, furry chest touching my slim, hairless torso.
He started to kiss me once again. Our cocks were rubbing and touching each
other. I felt like I was going to cum at any second. This was incredible.
I could feel his daylong stubble rubbing up against my cheeks and chin. It
felt so manly.

I held on for dear life. I wrapped my arms around him. We started to roll
all over the bed. I would be on top for a little bit and then he would be.
He moved down my body lightly licking my nipples moving toward my cock. He
started to kiss my cock. He then went down and worked my balls for several
minutes. I told him he had to be careful because I was close. He paid
attention to my warning for a bit and then suddenly he deep throated my
raging meat. He went all the way down so I could feel his chin on my
balls. In hindsight, it was obvious this was not my Dad's first time at
the rodeo with a cowboy.

Dad just went for it and I started to moan uncontrollably. I knew I was
not going to last long. Dad wanted my seed and he wanted it now. I
screamed, "Oh Dad, yeah Dad, suck my cock, oh Dad, shit, oh fuck Dad, Jesus
Christ I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming now Dad, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Dad did not let up. He engorged my cock. He didn't pull off of it. He
took the entire fresh young 18-years-old-to-the-day teen cum out of his
son's dick. It was heaven. I tried to move when the tip got sensitive.
He would have none of it. He kept my cock in his mouth forcing me to
writhe and scream in ecstasy long after I shot.

Finally, he let up off my cock; however, he did not let up. He moved his
body around and sat right on my stomach. He immediately started jacking
his big man meat. He started talking to me in that manner that my b*****r
had shared with me just a short time earlier. This type of talking was all
new to me, but man did I love it and man do I still love it.

"Yeah John. Look at my cock John. This is the cock that produce you,
John. This is the hot meat that plowed your Mom and shot white hot baby
makers in her pussy so you could come into the world. Look at it son.
Look at your Dad. Look how hot he has become working out five days a week.
You want this baby. You want Daddy's body. You want to see Daddy shoot
his cream. Here it cums son. Here cums Daddy. Here cums Daddy's man
load. Fuck yeah Fuck Yeah oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,
fuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk!"

He raised up off my chest and moved his dick within inches of my face
moments before shooting. He aimed so his beautiful cock would shoot all
over my face. Rope after rope shot up on my forehead, chin, and cheeks.
It was magnificent watching his body buck as he creamed. This was fucking
amazing. After he had slowed down a little, he came to me and started to
lick all his cum off my face. He got it all in his mouth and then kissed
me hard forcing his cum into my throat. Wow. I never thought of anything
like this. In later years, I realized that this is what experience brings
to the game.

We rolled over so that we were side-by-side kissing. He stroked my hair
gently breaking the kiss and looking straight into my eyes. He then said,
"Now son, that is love. This is love between two people. You are so
beautiful John. I have had these types of feelings for you for a long
time. I would never act on it because of your age so when you brought it
up; the idea of making love to you became the only thing I could think
about. I hope and pray that you are ok. I love you."

I smiled burying my head deep into his hairy man chest while Dad wrapped
his fatherly arms around the spent and contented body of his youngest
offspring.


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The next morning I woke up with a piss hard on. I gently got out of Dad's
bed. He had put the covers up over us during the night. I went to the
bathroom, my dick getting there first. I had to get my cock to relax a
minute before the unfolding sigh only a stream of hot urine will bring. My
god I looked disheveled as I glanced in the mirror. My breath tasted
terrible. I was to learn that is the norm after a night of sex and sl**p.
I snuck down to my bathroom and brushed me teeth.

When I tiptoed back to Dad's room, Dad had pushed the covers back and was
lying there with a roaring hard on. He said, "Suck my cock, John." This
was an echo of the exact same words from my b*****r last night. My Dad and
my b*****r had a lot in common. As with my b*****r last evening, I didn't
need to be told twice. I jumped on the bed and took Dad's cock down my
throat. I knew that this was going to be rough and fast. I took it as far
as I could but my Dad made me take his fuck tube farther taking his hands
and pushing my head downward. It was incredible. It was rough. It was
pig man sex with my dominant Dad and is serving son.

I was sucking off my Dad! I was going to taste Daddy cum. He moved his
hips and started talking real loud. I learned over the years he loved to
be loud during sex another commonality with my b*****r and with a lot of
the men in my life. "Suck my cock John. Suck it. Suck Daddy's cock,
fucker. Take it baby. Take it all the way. Take it all the way down your
throat. Yeah baby. Suck me. Make your Daddy feel good boy. Oh that
feels so good baby. You are a good cocksucker. Daddy's cocksucker son.
Yeah buddy you know how to make Daddy feel good. Yeah. Sucking your big
Dad's cock for the first time. Taste how great that is in your mouth,
fucker. Soon you're gonna taste Daddy cream. You're gonna taste the stuff
that made you. Oh yeah baby. Suck it. Suck it. Oh John. Yeah baby. Oh
fuck man. I am gonna shoot buddy. I gonna shoot my Dad load down your
throat. You're gonna take every last bit of it baby. Take my load son.
Take it. Oh yeah. Take it. Take it fucker. Oh fuck, fuck yeah, fuck
yeah, Oh fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk. Here it comes buddy. Here comes
Daddy's baby makers! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk"

With that, I tasted my Dad's babies right from the source. I felt his jizz
as it started to move up the shaft and out of his piss slit. He shot rope
after rope into my waiting and raw throat bucking like a bronco. It tasted
so good. I had tasted cum many times before, but this was something
special. This was Dad's. This was my Daddy's cum. This was the source of
my life and for that it was spectacular with a sonorous meaning that I will
always cherish.

When he finished, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me down on the bed.
He laid his head on my stomach and started to jack me violently. He wanted
me to come and he wanted me to come now. He was not waiting and I didn't.
He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my cock. I was looking at the
back of this amazing stud of a man thinking about the day when I would get
to bury my face into his meaty ass cheeks. That view was enough to make me
shoot.

"Come on baby. Cum for Daddy. Fuck yeah John. I want your fucking load
and I want it now. Look at that hard eighteen-year-old cock. You have
become a man. I want that load now fucker. Give it to me. I want your
cum fucker. Give me your man cum. Fuck. Oh fuck John. Yeah baby. Yeah.
That's it baby. That's it. Look at that beautiful jizz spurting out.
Fuck. There it is baby. There's my man's juice. I love you baby."

He placed his face right up to my cock so my jizz shot all over him. Dad
laid there just looking at it for the longest time with my cum dripping
down his face. Dad moved to me, gave me a gentle kiss, then rubbed my cum
all over my face. His morning beard scratching my skin drove me crazy
feeling the essense of a real man. Finally he kissed me in the most tender
way holding me for what seemed an eternity without talking while my babies
dried.

Suddenly he spanked my butt and told me to get up and get in the shower. I
did and he went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. By the time I was out of
the shower, breakfast was on the table and I heard him yell "come and get
it."

We ate a big breakfast after all that exercise. It was also Sunday so we
were not in any hurry. We talked about regular stuff just like always.
The comfortability factor was still there. That made me know we had done
the right thing. It was funny to look at him at the breakfast table with
dried cum still visible on his face.

He asked me if I was ok. I told him that I was just fine. I was
speechless about the whole series of events from last night and this
morning. I knew it would take some time for me to form words to convey.
Dad knew it too.

After breakfast he quickly went up stairs to put on his gym clothes. When
he came back down I was still sitting at the table. He ruffled my hair,
kissed me on the cheek and told me he would see me later. Off he went to
the gym without showering and with cum all over him. I thought that was
weird, but in hindsight again he was just a sexy fucker who loved to feel
the energy of sex on his body. He also didn't care if a few people noticed
that he smelled of sex.

I had to work most of the day at the theater. I walked to work. I
wondered why Dad didn't drive me. He probably wanted me to have the time
to think between the house and the theater. I did a lot of thinking. I
went over the night in detail in my head. Did this mean we were lovers?
Did it mean we were just pals and sex buds? On my eighteenth birthday my
entire relationship with my Dad changed forever. There was no going back,
not that I wanted to; but my head was searching for a new definition.
Eventually, I relax and let go of having to define. Many guys have sex
with their dad or another adult relative or friend and it is f***ed leading
to challenges growing up. There was nothing f***ed about our experience.
We love each other deeply with this being a different extension of that
love. My Dad told me before we started that first night that we were
making love, and that is exactly what we did. I know from my experience
with other men that I love in my life that there was no question what we
did that night.

I was extremely happy and grateful that my Dad was my first sex sex
experience. When talking with others over the years, I found that what we
did that night was not sex 101; it was an advance course because I was with
my Dad. I have always appreciated that my first sex experience was not the
fumbling mess I heard about from others.

I was flying to the point of giddy at work. I didn't even care about my
usual underwear removal. I did my work and couldn't wait to get out of
there. That was not the normal case because I had always enjoyed my
exposure times when the rest of the employees left.

I walked home and Dad was still awake. We sat down and talked for a few
minutes. He asked me if I wanted to sl**p with him tonight or in my own
room. I told him that I wanted to sl**p with him. He told me that we were
just going to sl**p, as we both had to get up early for work and school.
He took my hand walking me back to his bedroom. I still felt like the
blushing bride. He was so generous with me. We laid down, kissed for a
few minutes and naturally we got hard. He pulled back to look directly in
my eyes and said, "John, we have to go to sl**p now."

"Ok, Dad." I gave a thrust of my dick on his for a second and then turned
over on my side. Dad spooned up behind me with his hard cock touching the
crack of my ass. He enveloped me with his manly, hairy arms. I felt his
chest hair on my back, which gave me such a sense of comfort and warmth. I
closed me eyes and, believe it or not, we did go to sl**p. It had been a
whirlwind weekend and we were both exhausted.

Monday morning was a typical rush out the door. We both said that we would
talk at dinner. I didn't miss the observation that Dad and I behaved
exactly the same way I used to see he and my Mom on a weekday morn
including the peck-on-the-cheek goodbye. School flew. I was deliriously
giddy still. A few of my friends noticed; however, I ignored their
inquiries. I got home first, took my clothes off and started dinner.

Dad came home, went to his room and came back naked. Walking into the
kitchen he grabbed my ass, turned me around and kissed me deep. I knew
with just a little coaxing he could have thrown me down on the kitchen
floor and fuck me right then and there; however, he being the mature one,
did control himself and we sat down to eat instead. There was another
reason he didn't fuck me then, which I will explain shortly.

We talked. Dad asked me how it was going with everything that we had done.
I told him that I was ok. I was extremely happy. It was an incredible
birthday present.

Dad then said to me. "John, you are still young and impressionable. I
don't want to push anything on you. I would love to continue our
experiences together. I just don't want you to miss out on other
experiences."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"You know there are other guys that will want to have sex with you. You
will also be attracted to other guys. I want you to feel free to have fun
and experiment. This is your time. You are young and it is important to
have some variety."

"I know Dad; however, I want to have sex with you."

"John, so do I. I want to have sex and make love to you whenever and as
long as it fits both of us."

I did not work that night so Dad took my hand and walked me back to the
bedroom. He told me that we were going to learn the next thing. We kissed
rolling around on the bed some more. Suddenly he pulled away and opened
the nightstand drawer. He got some lotion out putting it on my butthole.
Slowly he started to insert one, then two, then three fingers. I was
crazed. He then rubbed lotion on his cock, raised my legs and said:

"Now I am going to take your hole son. I am going to take your cherry.
This is a great honor to be the first man to fuck you. Now I want you to
relax and push out as I slowly insert my cock."

I could feel the head of Dad's prick push into my hole.

"John, grab your butt cheeks, spread them and pull your hole open."

I did and I felt the head of this dick go into me. It fucking hurt like
hell and I said, "Dad, it hurts."

"I know son. It won't in a minute. Keep pushing out like you are going to
take a shit."

"Oh Dad, oh my God, Dad, it hurts, it hurts, it...oh..."

With that, Dad was all the way in me. The pain was subsiding rapidly. He
just rested his Daddy cock waiting for me to completely relax. Once he saw
that I was ready, he started to pump. And with pumping comes that deep,
throaty, sex talk I was coming to expect and appreciate.

"Look into my eyes John. Look deep into my eyes as I fuck you. This will
make us one. This will make our relationship complete. Daddy knows how to
take care of his boy. Daddy knows what his son needs. Oh son, I have
wanted this for years. I have fantazied and shot many a load thinking
about this moment. I love you so much. You are such a hot young man. Feel
me baby. Feel Daddy's big man meat up your hole. Doesn't that feel
wonderful? Oh fuck, John. You are so hot and so amazing. I am the
luckiest Dad alive to be able to love my son by sticking my dick up your
hole and joining us together."

"That's it boy. Take Dad's cock. Make your Dad feel good boy. Wrap that
tight hole around my shaft. Oh, fuck that feels good. Yeah baby. Fuck
John. You are so amazing. It is so incredible watching you as I take your
cherry."

He started to move faster, but not too fast. He knew I wouldn't be able to
take it for a long the first time. That is the beauty of control a mature
man has.

"Ok John. I gonna take off now. I gonna fuck you hard. You are going to
get the ultimate gift from me. You are going to get your Dad's man juice
inside you. Here I go baby. Yeah baby. Feel it. Feel that Daddy cock
pounding your butt. You want it, don't you baby? You want Daddy cock.
Your hole is begging for Daddy cock boy. Daddy loves fucking you John.
Daddy loves fucking his son. Daddy's gonna give you his baby juice. Your
first load of baby juice up your boy hole. Oh baby. Oh John. Oh son. I
fucking love you so much. I want you to have all of me baby. I want to
share with you what made you baby. Fuck boy, I'm gonna shoot. Here it
cums John. Here cums Daddy's babies. Fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"

I could actually feel his load shooting in my guts. It was the most
incredible sensation of my young life. I can still see how he looked at me
at that moment. It is embedded in my memory forever.

Thank you Dad. Thank you.


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