Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 14:25:35 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Alan Seduced Father (gay/incest, m/M)

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                 Alan Seduced Father
                         By
                        Wolf

	Like so many families my parents divorced
shortly after I started school.  My father moved to
the City near the coast of main, and took up
residence in an apartment.  It was very traumatic for
me.  I missed my father terribly.  I resented my
mother's rejection of my father.  Any time she tried
to date new men I made the other men's life hell,
until they got the message, that they were not
welcome.  She may have thought it was just a phase I
was going through, but I had no intention of ever
letting her marry another man.

	I started changing from boy to man about the
age of 12.  I looked more like my mother than my
father.  I was a skinny kid, with dark brown hair.
Nature gave me dark brown hair under my arms, and
above my cock, sooner that most of the boys my age.
As soon as I started getting a boner whenever a
breeze went by, I discovered the pleasures of
jacking-off.  I was masturbating two or three times a
day.  I was getting boners over the least little thing.
The shape of a teacher's breast was enough to give
me a hard-on.

	One of those nights when I was staying with
dad, I got up during the night to go to the bathroom.
His apartment was in a new building.  He had very
little furniture, because he had to spend so much
money on alimony and child support.  He was living a
Spartan existence, at the time.  His small bedroom
could only accommodate a full sized bed.  I had to
share his bed with him, when ever I visited him.  As I
passed from the bedroom to the bathroom, I saw the
light on in the living-room.  I almost stood there long
enough to pee on myself.

	My father was named Eddie, and he was in
pretty good shape.  He worked for a vending company.
He filled the vending machines on a local Air-force
base.  What I saw sure was a shock.  My father was
sitting on the cheap couch, with all of his clothes off.
There was a young man kneeling in front of him, with
all of his clothes off too.  He was sucking on my
father's cock.  I knew he was in the Air-farce,
because his uniform was lying on the floor next to
him.  That was shortly before my fourteenth
birthday.

	That gave me something to think about for
awhile.  I was jacking-off even more, and thinking
about me father.  I had been jealous that he was
letting another guy suck him.

	The next time I was spending the night with
him, my Dad had committed to going to the wedding
of one of his coworkers, before my mother decided
to drop me off so she could go out on a date with a
new guy.  I was in no mood to be going to any party, so
I stayed home to watch TV.

	It was a hot August night in 1969.  I sat close
to the wall air-conditioner in an effort to keep cool,
with little success.  About midnight I gave up
watching TV, because it was boring anyway.  I went to
bed and was sleeping soundly before something woke
me up.

	It took me a moment, before my head to clear
enough, to realize it was my Dad in the bathroom.  I
could hear the shower running.  After some time, I
heard the running water stop.  A short time later, I
heard my father open the bathroom door.  There was
enough light filtering in the window from the street
outside, that I could make out that my father was
totally naked, as he staggered towards the bed.  He
stumbled over something on the floor, before he
reached the bed.  His breath reeked of alcohol.  I
knew he was feeling no pain.  In his state he thought
he was being quiet, but in reality he fell on the bed
like a ton of bricks.  He reached for the bed sheet
and pulled it over his legs and passed out.

	I had slept with him a half many times before.
Normally he slept in boxers and T-shirts.  Just seeing
him, in bed next to me, naked had my hormones raging
like mad.  I liked seeing naked men of all kinds.

	My dad was 34-years old at the time.  He was in
pretty good shape for a man 5' 7", 135 pounds, and his
hair was light brown, moderately hairy body about
the chest, arms and legs.  I had a fascination with
hairy men.  I lay there watching him until he started
snoring.  The noise of his snoring was reverberating in
the small room.  When he was drunk he slept as sound
as the dead.  I waited until I felt sure he was sound
asleep, before calling out his name.  He continued
snoring without interruption.

	I gently rolled over to turn on the nightlight
near the bed.  Then I turned back over face Dad's
back.  The room was still very warm so he had only
covered his body from the waist down.  I gently
pulled the sheet down to expose his lower body.  The
dim rosy light allowed me to see his ass.  There was a
light dusting of light brown hair.  I touched his
bottom and was surprised just how soft it was.  I
started tracing the crack of his ass with my
fingertip.  It gave me a raging hard-on.  The way he
was sleeping tilted his ass enough to allow me to trace
his asshole.

	I thought I would have been grossed out at the
thought of touching his asshole, but curiosity got the
best of me.  I could not resist touching his anus.  It
just came naturally to me, that men fucked each
other in the ass.  I tried to push my finger into him,
but he was too tight and too dry.  I put my finger in
my mouth to get it wet.  I could smell the odor of his
asshole on my finger.  I liked it, and felt my own
boner pressing against my father's leg.  When I had a
lot of spit on my finger I tried inserting it in him
again.  This time I managed to get my finger in his
anus up to the first joint, at that point he stirred.  I
froze until he stopped moving.  His shift in position
forced me to remove my finger from his ass.  His
turning over had scared me.

	When he rolled over onto his back, I saw that
his eyes were open.  I thought I was in trouble, at the
same time I had to look down to see what his cock
looked like.  He had a hard-on.  His cock was not any
longer than mine, but it was much thicker and had a
pronounced curve to the left.  I felt guilty about
looking at his cock, and I looked back up at my
daddy's face.  He had a grin on his face.

	I thought I was in trouble, when he placed his
hand on the back of my neck.  His strong hand
grasped my neck hard enough that, I knew I could not
get away from him.  He pulled my head down towards
his crotch.  I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to
taste his cock.  I smelled his warm sweaty flesh as
my face drew close to his crotch.  He rubbed my face
against his crotch.  The hairs were moist and smelly.
Dad had been circumcised, just like me.  The knob
had a distinct fat purple roll ringing the knob.  I
opened my mouth when the knob was presented.  He
forced my head down until I almost chocked on it.

	While I was getting used to sucking his cock, I
felt my father's hand on the back of my body.  He
was feeling my ass, just like I had been feeling his.
He even sucked his finger, just as I had to wet his
finger.  When I felt his fingertip touch my little
puckered asshole, I almost climaxed.  No one had
ever touched me there before.  My ass was even
tighter than his.  It hurt when his finger entered my
anus.  I had no idea what he was doing when he
started rubbing the inside of my anus.  It surprised
me when my cock jerked a couple of times, and I
ejaculated on the bed sheet.  He was holding my head
down with his other hand, until he squirted his cum in
my mouth.  He told me to swallow it.  I did as I was
told, but some did leak out of my mouth.  I saw the
pubic hairs around the base collect the cum, and the
hair was matted against his skin.  When he was
satisfied that he was finished cumming, he let me
raise my head.

	I cuddled up with my head resting on his arm
near his armpit.  I asked, "Dad what happed when you
had you finger in my butt?"

	Dad chucked, "I just gave you a Finger Wave".
He went on to explain, "You sperm, that's what makes
babies, are made in your testicles.  The scrotum is
designed to stretch or shrink to maintain the right
temperature for healthy sperm.  The testicles are
connected to the prostate by a couple of tubes where
the prostrate adds fluid, we call cum.  The fluid adds
volume for lubrication.  Then it is expelled through
the penis.  Some males have clear colored cum and
others have milky white cum.  The prostrate just
happens to be located right next to the anal track.
By rubbing the prostrate from inside the asshole
causes the prostrate to ejaculate, without even
touching the cock."

	I was fascinated by the information.

	Dad said, "If you are interested I can teach you
how to cum while being fucked in your ass."

	I knew that he was suggesting that he was going
to stick his cock in my asshole.  I could not believe he
could actually stick his cock in my ass, it was too big.
He assured me that he would take it easy.  He
assured me we could start after he got some sleep,
and sobered up in the morning.  We would take our
time.  I was willing to try, and agreed.  We drifted
off to sleep, while I smelled his underarm, and clung
to his limp cock.  In the morning as the room was
being heated up, by the sun heating up the windows I
woke up first.

	It took me a moment to remember what had
taken place last night.  It had all seemed like a dream.
The first thing I became aware of was the foul odor
of my father's breath.  I felt the hair on his chest
was pressed against my cheek.  I looked down and his
limp cock was lying across his leg.  While I was
debating if I should touch it he stirred.

	Dad was slow waking up, and he had a pained
look on his face.  He was obviously suffering with a
hangover.  He did not get drunk very often, but I had
seen him drunk enough times to recognize the pained
expression on his face.  He disengaged himself from
me, and walked gingerly towards the bathroom as if
he was walking on broken glass.  I heard the sound of
him peeing into the toilet.  The next sound was of the
toilet flushing before I herd water running.

	I got up because the sound of running water
reminded me that my own bladder was full too.  I
entered the bathroom, and took my place in front of
the toilet.  I held my dick in my right hand to aim it
at the bowl.  While I was peeing, I watched my
father brush his teeth, and then he washed down a
couple of aspirin.  He still looked like he was in pain.
He headed to the kitchenette to make coffee.  He
drank a shot of vodka too, a little hair of the dog
that bit him.  He was feeling better by the time he
finished his second cup of coffee.  He was ready to
at least shave by then.  He had not only put on his
boxer shorts.

	I often wondered why boxer shorts didn't have
snaps or something, because the opening never stays
closed.  If my father's pubic hairs were not sticking
out, his cock was dangling out of the opening.  I could
not take my eyes off his cock.  It startled me, when
Dad told me to make the bed.  When I entered the
bedroom, I could smell the sweat on the sheets, and
see my dried cum spot.  I figured I had better
change the sheets.  I stripped the bed, and got fresh
sheets from the hall cabinets.  I struggled putting on
the fitted bottom sheet, before putting on the
second sheet and bedspread.  When I gathered up
the soiled sheets, and headed for the laundry bag.
By that time, Dad had filled a couple of bowls of
cereal.  He was in no condition to smell cooking bacon
and eggs.  To that point I had made no effort to get
dressed.

	I was just about to put on my underwear when
Dad told me, "Don't bother.  I remember everything
that took place last night.  I was drunk but not
catatonic.  We have some things to talk about."

	We sat facing each other at the little dinette
table.  While was ate our cereal Dad asked me, "Alan
do you want to find out what it is like to really have
sex with a man?"

	I thought about it for a moment before saying,
"I would like to find out what it is like."

	We put our dishes in the sink to soak, as Dad
placed his hand on my ass, as he guided me back to
the bedroom.  I told me that he would demonstrate
everything to me, before he would allow me to try it.
He placed me on the bed and started kissing me while
he felt my chest.  No male had ever tongue kissed me
the way he was doing.  He was playing with my nipples
while he was doing that.  When he moved his head
down to suck on my nipples he slid his hand down the
middle of my body until his fingers came in contact
with the new growth of pubic hair and the head of my
cock.  The moment I felt the head of my dick
touched by the back of his fingers my cock sprang to
attention.  It was like it had a life of its own.  It
stood up like a flagpole.  It was longer it had even
been.  He wrapped his hand around it and jerked me
off gently and slowly.  He licked his way down my
hairless body and put his mouth over the head on my
dick.  He removed his hand as his mouth swallowed
the remainder of my cock.  I could not believe how
stimulating it felt.  He was able to swallow all of my
cock.




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