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growing up, my father and i had never been close, quite the opposite in fact, he wasn,t exactly the paternal type. he was however very open minded when it came to the subject of whether or not it was ok for a parent to be naked in front of their k**s. i have very vivid memories of my father walking between the bedroom and the bathroom while naked and seemingly not caring if we saw him. my mother disapproved, and said so frequently, and my older brother always looked away or ran into another room so he couldn,t see, nudity obviously embarrassed him. i however was a different story altogether, not only did i have no problem with it, but i was actually fascinated by it, and my dads body in particular.
seeing my father naked so often left such an impression on my young mind that i became fascinated with the idea of being naked in general, to the point where i started to undress and walk around the house and garden naked every chance i got. obviously my mother disapproved once again, but she allowed it as a lot of young boys did that sort of thing all the time and i hadn,t really started to develop much yet anyway. all that changed however once i hit my teenage years as she felt it was no longer appropriate.
naturally, my father felt differently, but said nothing to my mother as he knew it would only cause friction between them. it was a different story altogether when my mother was at work and we were alone together. he told me that it was perfectly ok if i wanted to be naked, and i could do so, either alone in my room, or openly around the house. i said i would prefer to do it around our home and asked him if he ever thought about doing that too. he was surprised that i asked him that, and asked if i would have a problem with him doing it, so i told him i had seen him naked before, so it was no problem whatsoever.
fast forward a number of years, and i was now 18 years old, and my father and i had spent many of my teenage years bonding and getting to know each other while sharing naked time together. looking back on those years, i remember being mesmerised by my fathers naked body, especially his penis, and wanting so badly to touch it, but being afraid to ask in case it caused trouble for both of us, especially him. there were many times during those years when i caught my father watching me and possibly admiring my young body, but he never touched me in any way, as if that was a line he wouldn,t cross.
now that i was 18 however, i felt bold enough to make my move and ask him if i could touch it. i knew it was still wrong, but i reasoned that we were both consenting adults, so did it really matter if we were related? i expected him to freak out and be disgusted with me, but to my surprise, he seemed perfectly fine with me asking, and more than ok with me touching his penis. admittedly, he was surprised that i asked, but otherwise, he was ok with it, even happy now that i think about it.
as we sat down together on the couch, i realised how excited and nervous i was, and i dare say my father felt the same way. i knew it was wrong to think this, never mind do it, but i honestly didn,t care. i had wanted this for years, and nothing was going to stand in my way now. as i took my fathers cock in my hand for the first time, a shudder went through him and he relaxed into the couch as he lay back and closed his eyes. as the mins ticked by, i ran my hand all over his cock, up and down, and i realised with a shock that i wasn,t just touching it, i was playing with it, and furthermore, my father was reacting to it, by getting hard.
even though i had never been sexual with anyone yet, i wasn,t stupid, and i knew what oral sex was, and in that moment, as i saw my dads cock go hard in my hand, i knew what i wanted more than anything, i wanted my fathers cock, not just in my hand but in my mouth. did i dare though? would my father stop me? there was only one way to find out. as i leaned towards his cock, i briefly looked at him and saw that he was still leaning back with his eyes closed so it was now or never.
opening my mouth ever so slightly, i took the end of his cock into it and a groan immediately came from my father. looking up, i saw that he was now looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. was it love? lust? guilt? confusion? i decided it didn,t really matter and that i might as well go for broke. opening my mouth fully, i took as much of him into my mouth as i could and began to move up and down on the shaft, with his groans of pleasure growing more intense by the second
as i continued to suck him, i heard him whisper how much he loved me, and i stopped what i was doing briefly to tell him i loved him too. and then, as if it couldn,t get any more weird and before i had a chance to go back to what i was doing, my father grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. to say i was shocked would be an understatement, but not once did i think to push him away. my mind was whirling, i was actually kissing my father, no, not just kissing him, we were making out like a pair of horny teenagers
the whole world seemed to drift away as the kiss continued, and i was only vaguely aware that my hand was once again round my fathers cock. as our kiss grew more urgent and hungry, my father let out a huge moan, i felt something wet on my hand, and broke off the kiss just in time to see my fathers cock erupt all over his stomach. overcome with desire after seeing this, i grabbed my father for another passionate kiss, and as we did so, my father took my cock in his hand and started to pump it. needless to say, i was so turned on at this point that i was cumming within seconds.
after a few more mins of kissing, we finally broke it off before collapsing back onto the couch, breathless with excitement and desire. we didn,t speak much, there was no need to, actions speak louder than words anyway. i should have felt guilt and shame at what we had just done, but i didn,t, i only knew how much i wanted my father, then, now and forever. that was the first but certainly not the last time my father and i fooled around, it went on for years, until i was 27 in fact when my parents got divorced and my father moved away so i lost touch with him for years. i don,t regret a single thing my father and i did in those days, it may have been wrong in the eyes of society, but i didn,t care. my father was not only responsible for my love of nudism, but he taught me the pleasures of gay sex and was also the reason why i had always been attracted to much older men, can,t complain about that
seeing my father naked so often left such an impression on my young mind that i became fascinated with the idea of being naked in general, to the point where i started to undress and walk around the house and garden naked every chance i got. obviously my mother disapproved once again, but she allowed it as a lot of young boys did that sort of thing all the time and i hadn,t really started to develop much yet anyway. all that changed however once i hit my teenage years as she felt it was no longer appropriate.
naturally, my father felt differently, but said nothing to my mother as he knew it would only cause friction between them. it was a different story altogether when my mother was at work and we were alone together. he told me that it was perfectly ok if i wanted to be naked, and i could do so, either alone in my room, or openly around the house. i said i would prefer to do it around our home and asked him if he ever thought about doing that too. he was surprised that i asked him that, and asked if i would have a problem with him doing it, so i told him i had seen him naked before, so it was no problem whatsoever.
fast forward a number of years, and i was now 18 years old, and my father and i had spent many of my teenage years bonding and getting to know each other while sharing naked time together. looking back on those years, i remember being mesmerised by my fathers naked body, especially his penis, and wanting so badly to touch it, but being afraid to ask in case it caused trouble for both of us, especially him. there were many times during those years when i caught my father watching me and possibly admiring my young body, but he never touched me in any way, as if that was a line he wouldn,t cross.
now that i was 18 however, i felt bold enough to make my move and ask him if i could touch it. i knew it was still wrong, but i reasoned that we were both consenting adults, so did it really matter if we were related? i expected him to freak out and be disgusted with me, but to my surprise, he seemed perfectly fine with me asking, and more than ok with me touching his penis. admittedly, he was surprised that i asked, but otherwise, he was ok with it, even happy now that i think about it.
as we sat down together on the couch, i realised how excited and nervous i was, and i dare say my father felt the same way. i knew it was wrong to think this, never mind do it, but i honestly didn,t care. i had wanted this for years, and nothing was going to stand in my way now. as i took my fathers cock in my hand for the first time, a shudder went through him and he relaxed into the couch as he lay back and closed his eyes. as the mins ticked by, i ran my hand all over his cock, up and down, and i realised with a shock that i wasn,t just touching it, i was playing with it, and furthermore, my father was reacting to it, by getting hard.
even though i had never been sexual with anyone yet, i wasn,t stupid, and i knew what oral sex was, and in that moment, as i saw my dads cock go hard in my hand, i knew what i wanted more than anything, i wanted my fathers cock, not just in my hand but in my mouth. did i dare though? would my father stop me? there was only one way to find out. as i leaned towards his cock, i briefly looked at him and saw that he was still leaning back with his eyes closed so it was now or never.
opening my mouth ever so slightly, i took the end of his cock into it and a groan immediately came from my father. looking up, i saw that he was now looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. was it love? lust? guilt? confusion? i decided it didn,t really matter and that i might as well go for broke. opening my mouth fully, i took as much of him into my mouth as i could and began to move up and down on the shaft, with his groans of pleasure growing more intense by the second
as i continued to suck him, i heard him whisper how much he loved me, and i stopped what i was doing briefly to tell him i loved him too. and then, as if it couldn,t get any more weird and before i had a chance to go back to what i was doing, my father grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. to say i was shocked would be an understatement, but not once did i think to push him away. my mind was whirling, i was actually kissing my father, no, not just kissing him, we were making out like a pair of horny teenagers
the whole world seemed to drift away as the kiss continued, and i was only vaguely aware that my hand was once again round my fathers cock. as our kiss grew more urgent and hungry, my father let out a huge moan, i felt something wet on my hand, and broke off the kiss just in time to see my fathers cock erupt all over his stomach. overcome with desire after seeing this, i grabbed my father for another passionate kiss, and as we did so, my father took my cock in his hand and started to pump it. needless to say, i was so turned on at this point that i was cumming within seconds.
after a few more mins of kissing, we finally broke it off before collapsing back onto the couch, breathless with excitement and desire. we didn,t speak much, there was no need to, actions speak louder than words anyway. i should have felt guilt and shame at what we had just done, but i didn,t, i only knew how much i wanted my father, then, now and forever. that was the first but certainly not the last time my father and i fooled around, it went on for years, until i was 27 in fact when my parents got divorced and my father moved away so i lost touch with him for years. i don,t regret a single thing my father and i did in those days, it may have been wrong in the eyes of society, but i didn,t care. my father was not only responsible for my love of nudism, but he taught me the pleasures of gay sex and was also the reason why i had always been attracted to much older men, can,t complain about that
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