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Learning that my own father had penned the hottest pornographic novel I had enjoyed as a young boy was certainly a shock to my system. My mind raced as I held the discolored paperback in my hands trying to recall the storyline and details. All I could do was stand slack-jawed and stare at the cover illustration in all it’s 1970s stylistic glory. Dad understood the brain freeze that had overtaken me and broke the silence.
“Yeah, that was one of my first attempts, and though it went through many revisions, it’s probably the book I’m most proud of,” he said with a humble tone. “I was a younger man, and everything was fresh and clear as I wrote. I tried to include things that were exciting to me and use the book to explore myself. In all honesty, It was really a selfish project. I never thought I would end up publishing it, but when I had finished, I wanted to share what I had done ... and maybe make a buck or two,” he said with a chuckle. “I certainly never thought I’d be standing here talking about it with my own son, but I think it’s a good opportunity to let you in on my secret ... Seeing as how you’re already familiar with my collection.”
“Does Mom know?” I blurted out. I couldn’t imagine Mom condoning these publications, but then again, I viewed her as a “mother” and not as a sexual being.
“Even though your Mom and I share almost everything, Charlie, this was something I decided to keep to myself. So, no, she doesn’t know about my literary endeavors,” he confided. “Even though she’s a “liberated woman” in many respects, I just wasn’t sure how keen she would be with all of the sexual behavior in the novel.”
Yeah, as I recollected the novel’s content, I came to understand Dad’s concern. The beginning of the novel, the best I could remember, detailed the arrival of a newlywed whitebread couple to an upscale suburban neighborhood. Unbeknownst to the couple, their neighbors were all involved in experimental sexual relationships, including not only such “mundane” activities as swapping and orgies, but also BDSM and bestiality. Through the narrative, the couple is quickly drawn into the neighborhood lifestyle and eventually overcome their own inhibitions to reach a deeper level of trust and satisfaction with each other.
“But it looks like you remember a thing or two from my book,” Dad said glancing obviously at my crotch, which sported a cylindrical bulge pointing northward.
“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to forget,” I said red-faced as I tried to hide what couldn’t be hidden. “No pun intended.”
“No worries, Charlie. It’s good to know that my writing has a positive effect on guys. Believe me, when I was writing that thing, I stayed hard the whole time,” Dad joked. “Listen, why don’t you go ahead and take that copy. My gift to you. I’ve got a few more copies stashed away, so it won’t be missed.”
“Well, if it won’t be missed... , “ I said with a glow still on my face. Truth is, I just wanted to find a quiet place and devour that book to relive the thrill that it had given me all those years ago, but I kept my cool.
“Can I ask you a question, Charlie? It’s something that I’ve been curious about, but you don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable,” asked Dad suddenly.
Being we were on the topic of sex, my mind raced after hearing his question. “What kind of deeply personal aspect of my own sexuality was he going to probe me about?” I asked myself before blurting out, “Sure, Dad, I’m sure my face has got an even deeper shade of red in it somewhere.”
He chuckled. “Well,” he began, “as I mentioned back on the porch, I’ve been a pretty straight-shooting guy when it comes to my relationship with your mother. I’ve never strayed. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been curious. Like any man, I’ve let my imagination wander quite a bit and have even gone so far as to publish those wanderings, but there are some things I just don’t have firsthand knowledge of. I guess what I’m getting at, if you don’t mind my bluntness, is what’s it like to fuck an Asian girl? I mean, it may seem like an odd question, but you have to keep in mind that me and all my closest buddies have never crossed the racial barrier in all of our years. I thought that since my own son has firsthand experience, I would pump him for a few juicy details.”
I huge knowing smile found its way onto my face. It was funny because even though Erika had been my one and only, the fact that she was Asian made our experiences somehow exotic to other people ... well, to my Dad at least. I had tasted a fruit of which he wanted knowledge, I guess, and truth be told, I was more than willing to share intimate details with him. Blame it on male pride, celebration of the conquest, or whatever.
“Well, I guess since I’ve never had a white girl, we’re even,” I reminded him, “but sure, I can let you know what it’s like to fuck a Japanese girl, or more specifically, my Japanese girl” Using the word “fuck” with my Dad was a first for me, and to be honest, it felt wrong. But since he had initiated this discussion, and used the word himself, I thought it fair to maintain the tone of the dialogue at the level he had established. “Where to begin?” I wondered aloud, hoping that some guiding questions from him would get us moving in the direction he needed to satisfy his curiosity.
“Well,” he began, “let’s start simple. I get the feeling that Japanese women aren’t as uptight about nudity as most American women. Is that true?”
“Based on my limited experience, yeah,” I replied. “Erika has never had a problem being nude in front of me, and after baths, she usually stays naked and walks around the house doing chores and things. I laughed, “Most of the time, I’m the prude ... closing the blinds in the apartment because she doesn’t even mind that they’re open when she walks around like that.”
“Lucky dog!” my father replied with a big smile on his face. “If I were you, though, I don’t think I’d mind showing her off a bit to the neighbors.”
“Yeah, I guess there’s a conflict between fantasy and reality when it comes to that,” I reflected.
“Hell, I remember how hard it was to get your mother to be naked around the house with me during the first few years of our marriage. Seemed like the only time she let me see her naked was when we were in the act. I guess she just had issues with her body image or maybe it was her strict upbringing. Lucky for me, she loosened up, but I could probably count the times on one hand that she’s walked around the house nude. I think being naked in front of other people, like at those public baths in Japan, would just be too much for her,” he said with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll have to put that theory to test one day, wink wink.”
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