Perverts 'R' Us

Teaching Dad

By rayn_ryder ( M/M, inc-dad/son )

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A few months after my father's second wife died, I received a phone call from Dad asking me to come and help him get ready to move to a different state. I was somewhat put off by this as we had never really had much of a father/son relationship since I came out of the closet 20 years ago. As I was able to take some time off from work, and due to my insipid curiosity, agreed. I would be on the next bus available.

After a long and grueling bus ride (fifteen fucking hours worth), I finally arrived at my destination in Southern Idaho. Grimy, tired and sweaty and badly in need of food, I more or less staggered off the bus to find one of my many cousins waiting to take me the last hour of my trip.

The first few days of staying with Pop were a bit awkward as we really didn't know what to talk about. I did the cooking and cleaning (as one would expect of the gay son) and he went about his daily routine of getting up, making coffee and just being there. As night time came around, Pop tended to fall asleep on the couch, much as he always had. With his permission, I would retire to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the house.

After the first four or five days of this I became really horny after going to bed. I lay there on my own father's queen-sized bed, feeling rather guilty but nonetheless stroking my hard cock. I love to jack off, especially for my lover.

I was lying there, thinking of Jeff, fondling my balls with my left hand and gently rubbing the shaft of my dick with my right, my legs slightly spread and just feeling good when the door burst open!

"So that's how you do it?"

It wasn't a question. It was more an authoritative statement.

I was so shocked that I didn't even let go of my cock. All I could do was stare at my father in stricken terror. It was if I were ten years old again being caught behind the barn.

"Dad! What...what do you mean?" Lame, I know, but it was all that stammered out.

"Play with yourself," he said flatly as stepped into the room. His room.

I guess at that point I finally did let go of myself my dick softening some. I looked wildly about the room for something to fix on. My eyes settled on cowboy hat, of all things, that was hanging on the far wall.

"Don't be embarrassed, Son," he said with a little more warmth. "I'm the one who should be embarrassed, I have never been able to touch myself like that and have it feel good."

His demeanor deepened. "See..., um,... your grandmother... she used to beat the crap outta me..when I, uh, would..., well would even hold myself to pee. One time, she caught me with one of our little neighbor girls, I think I was about six or so. Son, there is nothing more denigrating than to have your mother stand you naked in the front yard and use a willow switch on your private parts as punishment for doing no-no's and nasties....."

"Uh, Pop, I didn't know..." Hell, what else was I supposed to say?

"Seeing you now, how you seem to be enjoying yourself, I want you to show me how to do it. Show me how it feels.... What do you think about? Ya know," he started, "I used to watch you in the middle of the night..."

Oh crap!!! Caught! Thirty years after the fact. I suddenly remembered all those times I would jack off late at night, thinking that no one else was awake. What else was a horny kid to do?

There were many nights that I would lay in bed, fingering my asshole (fantasizing that I was showing off for some anonymous stranger) never suspecting even once that I was actually being watched. The thought of my father being the one watching me made my dick harden back to its full length. This changed things. I was suddenly not so embarrassed by being caught. It was actually starting to really turn me on.

I propped myself back against the headboard and spread my legs a little bit. "So, you used to watch me jerk my cock, huh?" I was enjoying the lustful look on Dad's face as he still stood there in the doorway. As I reached and pulled on balls his eyes widened. "So, do you want to just watch now," I asked seductively. "Or do you want to join in?"

"I think I will just watch at first, if it's OK…"

"Yeah, Pop, just sit over there on the chair for now..." I pointed to the little swivel rocker in the corner. I was sure he would be able get a good of my cock and balls from there. "But first, take off your clothes so I can see you too."

I hadn't actually seen my father completely naked since I was about ten or twelve (we had gone camping and after swimming, we changed into dry clothes in the tent together). I was getting hornier by the minute and also wondering weather or not Dad's dick was actually as big as I thought I remembered.

I was very pleasantly surprised to see that my memory wasn't quite as accurate as I thought. Dad had taken his shirt off to reveal a pretty shapely belly and chest, with a nice furry happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. When he unzipped his pants and started to pull them down I couldn't help but stare at his semi-hard prick.

It seemed that Dad had a bigger piece than I remembered after all. Just guessing at this point, I would have to say that, hard, he would be a good 8 inches long and thick too. Fully hard, I stood at six and half inches and a good handful around. From my vantage point it looked like I wouldn't be able even touch fingertip to thumb reaching around his cock, and I have long fingers.

"Ok, now what?" he asked, throwing his clothes off to the side of the chair.

"Like I said, just sit over there where you can see and watch what I'm doing."

Sitting down gently, Dad never plopped down in a chair. He leaned forward a little and asked, "Kinda like this?"

"Can you see my cock?" I bent my knees up a little and pushed my crotch up in the air a little.

"Yeah, Son, I can see you just fine. I like the way your ball sack hangs down."

I hadn't really even thought about my balls and how low they sometimes hung. This also made my rod stiffen a bit more. I looked down and noticed a little bit of pre-cum oozing out of my piss slit.

"Sit back and relax a little, Dad," I urged. "All you need to do is watch. Tell me what you would like to see."

"OK." he hesitantly reached down to pull and stretch his own balls.

"First off, you have to be horny," I chuckled, a little unsure of how to begin. "I also like to be somewhere I can stretch out, spread my legs enough to feel that area just under my balls." I did just that, my left index and middle fingers massaging under my nuts. "Generally I just grab hold of my shaft and start pulling up and down.

"It also depends on what I might be watching or looking at on the computer. Sometimes, Pop, I will look at stuff for hours and not touch myself and stay hard the whole time. Other times, like when I find some really good porn, I'll just sit back and squeeze up and down just on the head of my cock like this." I squeezed more pre-cum out and slowly flicked my thumb back and forth over it making it slippery. I moaned a little as I let my fist envelop the end of my dick.

Having my Dad sit there watching while I was explaining what I was doing was really getting me going. I thrust my hips up and my cock head popped out of my hand. I pulled back, starting a slow rhythm. I slowly pumped my cock, still reaching massaging near my asshole. I could only do this for a few minutes. Knowing Pop was watching was driving me insane.

My dick was getting way too slippery and feeling sooo good, I had to stop before I blew my load.

"What do you think so far?" I asked. I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had even closed them, to see Dad smiling and holding his hard cock in hand. He had actually sat back in the chair and mimicked me by spreading his legs a little.

"Well, I like what I see." He pointedly squeezed his meat. "But I have to confess that I lied about never doing this before." A mischievous glint sparkled in his blue eyes. "I used to jack off watching you do the same in bed.

"Oh, what I told you about your grandmother was true, but I got over it a long time ago. Like about the first time I ever watched you." He grabbed himself a little harder and spread his legs a bit more.

"That first time I saw you with your pants around your knees and your little dick in your hand. Remember the haunted house we lived in and you liked your tree house so much? That's where I first saw you."

I nodded. Shit, I never realized that he had ever seen me in the tree house. True, the main house was haunted, but I just liked the tree house better. Out there I could take my pants off and pretend to be the wife using my oversized Raggedy Andy doll as my husband.

"Did you ever see what happened after Robert moved in next door, Dad?" My tone was kind of sarcastic. It suddenly seemed that I had been betrayed.

Dad had spied on me. True, I had often thought of Dad as a sex god when I was younger (and even later) but to think that he had watched me and never said anything.

"I let him screw me, Dad. At least," my tone lightened, "We thought that was what he was doing to me." I paused, noting Pop's look of anticipation. "I would lay on my back and put my legs up in the air while Robby would rub his hard three-inch dick on my butt hole. Just being 8 or 10 at the time it sure felt good!"

Pop sat up a little straighter, still stroking his dick.

"I knew you boys played around, but I never thought of anything like that."

"Knowing that now, did he ever get inside you?" The question was asked in a rush.

"He tried to put a finger in there once, but I didn't like it then." Truth was, the little asshole just tried to jam his finger into my little pucker and it hurt like hell. I learned later that with a bit of lube, it feels great.

My cock was still good and hard, leaking even a bit more, at this point.

"Dad, seems to me that you haven't been telling me everything. You're not quite so naive. Why don't you come on over here beside me?" I patted the bed where his wife or my mother would at one time have been.

He stood up, reached his arms above his head and arched backwards making his big dick look even bigger as it jutted out from his body. Damn, he looked like a high school wrestler. I couldn't believe that this was my own father.

I had been laying on top of the covers but as Pop came near, I raised up and pulled them down to expose the clean white sheets. Dad slid onto the bed next to me, smiling that same great smile that had always reassured me as a child.

"What now?" he asked as he wrapped his arm around me.

I was speechless. After all these years, was it my own father that I had wanted to make love to? To feel his "manhood", so to speak, fill me?

Obviously, the answer was yes.

I gently slid over next to him and looked into his eyes. I don't know if the yearning I saw was his or mine, or both, but it was there. I reached my chin up and kissed him.

At first it was light, grazing. Then I pushed up against his mouth. In turn, Dad's tongue found my lips. They parted....

Enraptured, I opened my mouth fully to my father. He probed deep with his tongue and mine sought his. His mouth on mine, his body pressed so tightly against me with his huge hard cock rubbing against my own was unimaginable. I couldn't think of anything that mattered more at this moment. This was my dream come true.

"Yes, what now?" I murmured as our lips parted.

The question answered itself as I reached down to grab a hold of Pop's throbbing dick. Oh, it felt better in my hand than I had ever thought a man's cock might feel.

I squeezed, gently. The response was immediate...

"Don't, not yet."

"I need to tell you something first."

"Like what, Pop?" Damn it! Did he have to start talking now?

He surprised me by kissing my throat and sliding his tongue down my upper chest. He even took the small silver cross that I always wear into his mouth. Then he moved down to my nipples.

I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. Dad was sucking and playing with my nips with more fervor than I had ever seen in most porn films. While sucking on one side, Pop was pinching the other as he got up on his knees.

He was really getting into this. So was I.

Without preamble or foreplay Dad's mouth was on my hard cock. He actually grabbed a hold of my balls and tugged hard.

Obviously, my father was no beginner at this.

He pulled and sucked liked there was no tomorrow. The daydreams I had had about this sort of thing. The jack-off sessions when I would imagine it. Now, it was happening!

I loved the way my dad's tongue felt an my cock.

"You like that, pretty boy?" he demanded.

"Uh, yeah, Dad. That really feels good." My cock was throbbing in his mouth. Where did he learn how to do this? I loved every second of my father sucking my cock!

Pop finally came up for air still holding my dick and balls in a tight grip.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" After the bit of head he had just given me, I was genuinely curious. So far, this encounter with Dad had been mind-blowing. What else would, or could, he surprise me with?

"Your mother liked to watch me getting with other guys." Still holding onto my cock, his piercing blue eyes looked directly into mine.

He wasn't joking.

I was actually aghast. Mom, in my eyes, was the ultimate mother and housewife.

"What?" It was all I could say.

Without preamble, Dad continued, "Yeah, she would like to sit off in the corner or wherever and diddle herself while telling me how she wanted to see me playing with other guys.

"Her favorite thing was when I would do your uncles...."

Oh holy crap!!!

My uncles used to play with me. Now, to suddenly find out that Mom made Dad play with them!!! I reached down and pushed Dad's hand from my dick before I exploded.

"What the fuck...?"

"She really liked it when I would lick and suck their assholes and balls."

Somewhat stricken, I pulled back. I had never, in my wildest dreams, thought my father capable of sucking another man's dick, let alone licking his asshole. Yet that was enough. I had always had fantasies about most of my uncles. Even after he got married, my Uncle Elden liked to show me his cock to me and get off.

I suddenly had a whole new idea of what my father might be like. Was it as I had always wanted to believe? Could my father be my ultimate lover?

I didn't wait. I didn't ask. I jumped around and had his massive cock in my hands. My mouth was watering at the prospect of getting that meat into my mouth.

First, though, I had to taste those balls. I hungrily pulled those salty sacks into my mouth.

At first I just let my tongue wash over the wonderfully pliable surface taking in and noticing every little crook and crevice. Then I opened my mouth a bit more and let both of those luscious, well formed nuts into my mouth.

The feeling of Dad's balls in my mouth and the heady, heavy smell of his ass was too much!

I'm not sure if I was even able to say anything before I started to cum. Dad's mouth was suddenly on my cock and I felt him start to blow too.

I'm, not sure if he got his lips open before or after I started to cum but I sure as hell got my lips locked onto his cock. Dad drank my cum like a pro and it was all I could do to take his......