MyJockStrap
05-08-2005, 12:22 PM
THE FATHER
During the next week, I thought alot about what I had been shown. The Father was right. With just one session I had learned a lot about my body sensations. I had been introduced to touch and feel. I had been introduced to sensitivity. I had been introduced to caring and love. I had been introduced to sex.
The father had also said that probably my current visit would be all that would be necessary. He added I could come back if I ever needed to.
On this visit, the father greeted me wearing a robe. I was not asked to go behind the screen and undress. I sat on the table. The father undressed me here.
First he slipped off my shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned my shirt and help me slip it off. My undershirt was pulled over my head. His hand undid my belt. I felt the top snap of my pants open. He pushed against my crotch as he slowly pulled my zipper down. The whole process was very erotic. I was hard. He had me stand, my pants were ready to fall. The Father took my pants waistband then hooked his thumbs around my briefs and slowly pulled. Everything came down, my white briefs still embedded in my inner pants. I stepped out of my fallen clothing. I stood in the nude, displaying my erected penis. This time, I didn't feel so shy.
The Father removed his robe. I didn't expect this. He stood naked. I didn't know whether to turn my eyes away or stare.
"It's alright, my son. We are both men. Inspect me. Feast your eyes as you wish."
My eyes traveled over his nakedness. I was viewing the anatomy of a grown man. He had hairs on his chest and his legs. His balls were partially hidden by a full bush that grew in his crotch. His hard-on was more round and longer than mine. He was slim. He was uncut. I knew I would have a body like his in just a few more years. "Kneel, my son."
I knelt and faced his erection.
"Take your hands and touch me. Explore me." I'd never touched another penis. I didn't know how, or what to do. The Father understood.
"Just explore me like you explore yourself."
My hand moved between his legs and upwards. His pouch met my palm. His balls moved freely as I gently kneeded them. I carefully felt each one, then again ran my palm across the bottom of his sac. I felt the softness of his pouch. His dick rose higher.
I was fascinated by the skin that covered its tip. I was viewing a closeup of an uncircumsized penis. I'd seen an occasional limp one as it passed me in the school shower room.
That's what the doctor had done to me right after I was born. He'd cut my skin away leaving my tip to be exposed for the rest of my life. I could never cover it.
"Put your hand on my stem and pull the skin gently back," said the father.
I did so, and watched the head slip through the foreskin making full appearance.
"This is called uncapping", said the father.
"I wished I could be uncapped," I thought.
Sliding the skin of his erection back felt good. It gave me a compulsive urge. I pulled it forward watching the cap disappear. I did it a second and third time.
"You are pleasing me, my son", the father said. I will show you how to do even more. I want to you to feel me in your mouth."
I remembered last week, when the Father had done this to me; how good it had felt. The Father was now asking me to return the pleasure. I felt honored and humbled to serve. I didn't really know how, but I put it in. I started sucking in real hard.
"No, my son. That gives no pleasure. You gently draw in. The rest is done with your tongue. Now, lightly run your tongue around my tip. Pay special attention to the backside.... Move your tongue up and down in this area....That's it...Ah!....Now move up over my hole..... Gently swirl its top...Yes!...Now, slowly stroke my shaft and fondle my balls. I did as I was told.
The Father grasped my head and started moaning. Once, I pushed his penis as far back in my throat as I could, then I returned, directing my tongue as I had been instructed. I was learning so much. I was proud to be his student.
The Father stroked my hair and moaned. I felt his tip get larger and pulsate. His warm juices sprayed into my mouth. The Father was sharing part of himself with me. I felt honored. I let his cum slowly run down my throat. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I kept his penis in my mouth long after it was limp.
I arose. I could see in his eyes he was very satisfied. We embraced; held each other tightly in each others arms; our lips met. A warm feeling of caring and love came over me.
It was now my turn. I lay on the table with my legs spread. Orgasm after orgasm followed as the Father fondled and sucked. My penis would not go down. I was exhausted, but the wanting of more pleasure would not go away.
A hard, greased finger slipped under my balls, felt down into my crack, and found my asshole. My butthole offered no resistance. The finger slid in easily, all the way up. A second finger started its entrance, moving up slowly alongside the first. My hole opened wider. Both fingers slowly turned as they were gently moved in and out.
I was slid to the end of the table. The father lifted my legs high and spread them, pushing them back towards my chest. I knew what was going to happen. I wanted nothing more. I helped him open me as wide as possible.
I felt the touch of his hard tip. The erotic feeling of a hard shaft slipping through my expanded asshole followed. I felt stuffed. I felt full. I felt good. His penis moved deeper.
I wiggled to help it slide. Slow strokes followed. They built up to faster motion. Soon my butt was being pounded as the hard rod rapidly moved through and within me. I gripped the sides of the table. My butt wiggled and squirmed, demanding more and more. I was out of it. I screamed as cum involuntarily shot from my dick.
I don't know how long I lay there. I heard my name called. It was the Father. He was stroking me.
I felt serene. I felt tranquil. I felt cared for. I felt loved. I had passed through a new revelation of life.
"Your lessons are over, my son," the Father said quietly.
During the next week, I thought alot about what I had been shown. The Father was right. With just one session I had learned a lot about my body sensations. I had been introduced to touch and feel. I had been introduced to sensitivity. I had been introduced to caring and love. I had been introduced to sex.
The father had also said that probably my current visit would be all that would be necessary. He added I could come back if I ever needed to.
On this visit, the father greeted me wearing a robe. I was not asked to go behind the screen and undress. I sat on the table. The father undressed me here.
First he slipped off my shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned my shirt and help me slip it off. My undershirt was pulled over my head. His hand undid my belt. I felt the top snap of my pants open. He pushed against my crotch as he slowly pulled my zipper down. The whole process was very erotic. I was hard. He had me stand, my pants were ready to fall. The Father took my pants waistband then hooked his thumbs around my briefs and slowly pulled. Everything came down, my white briefs still embedded in my inner pants. I stepped out of my fallen clothing. I stood in the nude, displaying my erected penis. This time, I didn't feel so shy.
The Father removed his robe. I didn't expect this. He stood naked. I didn't know whether to turn my eyes away or stare.
"It's alright, my son. We are both men. Inspect me. Feast your eyes as you wish."
My eyes traveled over his nakedness. I was viewing the anatomy of a grown man. He had hairs on his chest and his legs. His balls were partially hidden by a full bush that grew in his crotch. His hard-on was more round and longer than mine. He was slim. He was uncut. I knew I would have a body like his in just a few more years. "Kneel, my son."
I knelt and faced his erection.
"Take your hands and touch me. Explore me." I'd never touched another penis. I didn't know how, or what to do. The Father understood.
"Just explore me like you explore yourself."
My hand moved between his legs and upwards. His pouch met my palm. His balls moved freely as I gently kneeded them. I carefully felt each one, then again ran my palm across the bottom of his sac. I felt the softness of his pouch. His dick rose higher.
I was fascinated by the skin that covered its tip. I was viewing a closeup of an uncircumsized penis. I'd seen an occasional limp one as it passed me in the school shower room.
That's what the doctor had done to me right after I was born. He'd cut my skin away leaving my tip to be exposed for the rest of my life. I could never cover it.
"Put your hand on my stem and pull the skin gently back," said the father.
I did so, and watched the head slip through the foreskin making full appearance.
"This is called uncapping", said the father.
"I wished I could be uncapped," I thought.
Sliding the skin of his erection back felt good. It gave me a compulsive urge. I pulled it forward watching the cap disappear. I did it a second and third time.
"You are pleasing me, my son", the father said. I will show you how to do even more. I want to you to feel me in your mouth."
I remembered last week, when the Father had done this to me; how good it had felt. The Father was now asking me to return the pleasure. I felt honored and humbled to serve. I didn't really know how, but I put it in. I started sucking in real hard.
"No, my son. That gives no pleasure. You gently draw in. The rest is done with your tongue. Now, lightly run your tongue around my tip. Pay special attention to the backside.... Move your tongue up and down in this area....That's it...Ah!....Now move up over my hole..... Gently swirl its top...Yes!...Now, slowly stroke my shaft and fondle my balls. I did as I was told.
The Father grasped my head and started moaning. Once, I pushed his penis as far back in my throat as I could, then I returned, directing my tongue as I had been instructed. I was learning so much. I was proud to be his student.
The Father stroked my hair and moaned. I felt his tip get larger and pulsate. His warm juices sprayed into my mouth. The Father was sharing part of himself with me. I felt honored. I let his cum slowly run down my throat. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I kept his penis in my mouth long after it was limp.
I arose. I could see in his eyes he was very satisfied. We embraced; held each other tightly in each others arms; our lips met. A warm feeling of caring and love came over me.
It was now my turn. I lay on the table with my legs spread. Orgasm after orgasm followed as the Father fondled and sucked. My penis would not go down. I was exhausted, but the wanting of more pleasure would not go away.
A hard, greased finger slipped under my balls, felt down into my crack, and found my asshole. My butthole offered no resistance. The finger slid in easily, all the way up. A second finger started its entrance, moving up slowly alongside the first. My hole opened wider. Both fingers slowly turned as they were gently moved in and out.
I was slid to the end of the table. The father lifted my legs high and spread them, pushing them back towards my chest. I knew what was going to happen. I wanted nothing more. I helped him open me as wide as possible.
I felt the touch of his hard tip. The erotic feeling of a hard shaft slipping through my expanded asshole followed. I felt stuffed. I felt full. I felt good. His penis moved deeper.
I wiggled to help it slide. Slow strokes followed. They built up to faster motion. Soon my butt was being pounded as the hard rod rapidly moved through and within me. I gripped the sides of the table. My butt wiggled and squirmed, demanding more and more. I was out of it. I screamed as cum involuntarily shot from my dick.
I don't know how long I lay there. I heard my name called. It was the Father. He was stroking me.
I felt serene. I felt tranquil. I felt cared for. I felt loved. I had passed through a new revelation of life.
"Your lessons are over, my son," the Father said quietly.