Let's face it, I was a smart-mouthed kid. I thought that I knew everything and as soon as I would learn about something, I acted like I was the only one who knew it. A prime example of that was the weekend following my first sexual exploration with another boy, when I went to spend the summer with my Daddy.
Daddy was a big hunk, and quite young. He wasn't even forty back then. Mother and he had married when they were still in high school, always a mistake, and they had divorced a few months earlier.
Construction work had built his body up into a muscled machine that showed with his plaid sleeveless shirts and tattered blue jeans that were his regular work wear. His biceps were the size I wanted, giant sized without being obscenely big. His chest with its expansion to match his broad shoulders, his deep brown hair and moustache, his face built along noble Roman- sculpture-type lines, but battered by life, which made him look even more masculine.
Daddy's apartment was very small, really only a hotel room he rented by the month, with a queen-sized bed, dresser, closet and a single dining-room-type chair its only furnishings. He had bought a travel bed, the kind you pump up with a foot pump, and laid it out next to his bed before he turned out the light. I was disappointed; since his bed was big enough for two; I thought I'd be sleeping with him.
There were a lot of outside lights from a parking lot next door and with the windows open to let air in, a huge yellow rectangle of light covered the white ceiling. Still, with me supposed to be asleep on the floor, he probably thought he was hidden from me. Actually, it was the other way around; I was able to watch him as he stealthily snaked off his boxers and pushed the sheet off to lie naked on the bed. The lights from outside made the room awfully bright and I could see everything clear as day. His cock was so big and as I watched it grew and twitched to rise up like a living animal, and Daddy reached his hand down to scratch at the base of it lazily, and moaned softly, then he looked over and caught my head poking up at the bedside. "Oh, sorry, Son." he said and moved to hurriedly toss a corner of the sheet over his cock. Hardly worth it, the way that his nine- incher towered over his slender waist and hips. "Ever since I left your Mother, it hasn't been behaving itself."
I repeat, I was a know-it-all type. "I know how you can make it behave, Daddy." I said.
He looked over at me. "Really?" he asked blandly, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Yeah. Gregg showed me last week when I slept over at his house."
"What do you mean?" Daddy asked, startled.
I got out of my bed and sat down beside him. "I'll show you what he showed me to do. Now watch carefully, Daddy, so you'll know how to do it."
I wrapped my hands around Daddy's cock and it was so hot and hard I couldn't believe it. "Gosh, Daddy, yours is a lot bigger and harder than Gregg's!" I exclaimed.
"It gets that way when you grow up." Daddy said. "And your sweet soft hand feels so good."
I skinned down his foreskin with one quick pull of my hand and Daddy groaned and his cockslit oozed clear liquid. "That feels even better, Son." He sighed softly. "Now show me what Gregg taught you to do."
I began to stroke his cock like I had Gregg's and Daddy moaned and hunched upwards. "Oh, God, Son, that feels so good!" he groaned. "My baby's hand is making his daddy feel so good."
"That's nothing, Daddy." I said, proud of how I was making my Daddy squirm with pleasure I had so recently discovered. "Watch this!" and I speeded up my strokes.
Daddy groaned, "Uh, oh, Son, that's great! So fucking great!"
"Oh, it's just starting, Daddy. It gets even better after a while."
"I believe it!" Daddy said. "Get up here beside me, Son!" And I crawled up to scrunch in beside him and rested my head on the big pillow of his pectoral muscle and his tit nestled into my ear as I looked down at the huge, angry love muscle I was pumping for my Daddy. The head was an angry red color and his was growing really hot in my hand, and a lot of clear precome oozed out of his slit to make a shlorp-shlorp sort of sound. The clean smell of Daddy's sweat was turning into a musky, raunchy smell, like the smell our old tomcat gave off if you nuzzled your nose in his fur, only stronger.
"Oh, pound my pud, baby! Pound your daddy's pud!" Dad begged me and I was happy to oblige him. "Come on, baby, it ain't gonna break, really maul that fuck-tool for me."
I had never heard my Daddy talk like that before and it got me so excited, hearing my big Daddy talk like that. I really started whomping his meat, feeling the heat build and the oozing pre-jizz slopped down over my hand, slimy and real. I scooted down onto Daddy's belly, wanting to see his cock up close, real close.
"I'm going to--come baby!" Daddy sobbed after a moment. "You'd better move--unless you want--my jizz all over--your sweet face!"
Gregg had only squirted a little bit of juice and it just dribbled onto my hand when I had played with him, and mine had done the same. So I didn't know what Daddy was talking about but I didn't want to move. "Go ahead, Daddy!" I said. "Squirt it on me! Squirt it on my face!"
"Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, URRRGGHHH!" Daddy grunted, only it was more like a roar of a lion, and that's when his cock let loose on me.
It was like the squirt of a water pistol hitting you from a few inches away, only his come was hot and flew in big clumps. It hit me right in my face like Daddy had warned me, big wads that struck me in my eyes, hit my nose and cheeks, struck my temple and dribbled into my ear, struck my mouth. My face was covered with his jism and it was all hot, musky and stinging with hot salt and sticking to me in slimy heated pools. I had never felt anything like it.
Daddy was roaring, heaving with movements of his hips that lifted me up and down like the swells of ocean waves lifting a small boat. He was so much bigger than me that it was like a force of nature, the movements of his body and the come hitting me in heavy splats as I kept pounding it.
Like an earthquake, my Daddy calmed and quieted and was still at last, except for heavy gasps of breath still rippling his massive chest. "Oh, baby!" he managed to get out at last. "That was just great!"
"Did you really like it, Daddy?" I said, one eye closed because of his jizz still on me. I didn't want to wipe it off, not just yet.
"Oh, yeah, Son!" he said. "But you sure are a mess. Didn't you hear me tell you to get out of the way, that I was going to shoot my wad?"
"Yeah, Dad, but I sure didn't think you were going to squirt that much!" I said in awe. "Mine doesn't do anything like that, and neither does Gregg's."
"That's because you're still young." Daddy assured me. "When you get older, your dick will get stronger and able to shoot it harder and faster, just like mine."
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah. Now let's get you cleaned up." Daddy said. He got up and went into the bathroom and I heard water running. Then he came out with a washrag and said, "Hold still and I'll clean you off." The rag was nice and warm and Daddy moved his strong hands in gentle circles over my face so that it was like a warm caress. When I was cleaned off, he held my chin with the rag and lifted my face up, a tender smile on his mouth and in his eyes, and he leaned over and kissed me in a way I'd never felt before. Not the usual Daddy-Son kiss, he was telling me thank-you and I-love- you in a way that left no doubt he was completely sincere.
"Oh, I love you, Daddy." I said when he let go.
"I love you too, Son." Daddy said. He picked me up in his monstrous hands and cuddled me like a little baby. I wrapped my arms around him as best I could and reached for those big lips of his again with my own. He carried us over to the bed and sat down on its edge, me sitting on his lap, and said, "Now who is this Gregg that taught you how to do this, Son?" He put one beefy paw on my groin and moved his hands and fingers all around on top of my briefs.
I was happy to tell Daddy about Gregg, my best friend. I described him with his shock of white-blond hair, his blue eyes and pale skin, so different from Daddy and my own darker complexions. I was tan to his beige, and our exploration of those differences led to our first encounter.
"We were going on a year-end field trip the next day, and Gregg's daddy was going to drive us to the school." I said. "So I stayed the night with Gregg and we got to giggling over how different we looked. We got to fooling around after taking showers before going to bed and I yanked off his towel and he yanked off mine and I was surprised to see that he had blond hair down here, too." I pointed to my own groin and its scraggle of brown hair beginning to show itself.
"Here?" Daddy said and slid his hands onto my stomach and tucked them underneath the elastic band of my briefs and onto my cock and balls, moving his fingers like little live animals crawling into my crotch, and I began to throw a stiffie.
I pretended I didn't notice what he was doing and kept on talking. "Yeah, and I said it was funny how we were different down there. He has this skin over the head of his dick."
"His foreskin." Daddy said.
"I guess so. What is it?"
"It's this skin here." Daddy said, pulling my briefs down and tucking it underneath my balls, grabbing my cock and rubbing the skin back and forth over my now-hard cock. "You are born with enough to completely cover your cock, but they cut off a bit of it, usually."
"Why?" I asked, closing my eyes and resting my head on his strong shoulder.
"They just do, usually." Daddy said. "They claim it's for health reasons, but I think it's so kids won't figure out how to play with themselves too quickly."
I thought that over as well as I could, with Daddy's hand stroking my dick. His big hand covered it completely, and he was being careful not to pull it too hard. He was doing a great job with it. He learned fast, I thought to myself.
"That makes sense." I said. "Gregg sure knew about playing with dicks, because he said why bother with putting underwear back on just to take it off again tomorrow morning. So we agreed to sleep naked together."
"That makes sense." Daddy said and reached for a kiss and I gave him a nice, long kiss before pulling away to continue the story.
"Once in bed, we lay there and then I felt Gregg's hand reach over to grab my dick."
"How?" Daddy asked.
"Just like you're doing now." I said, nuzzling his neck. "Gregg grabbed my dick and began to play with it and I was surprised as all get-out. But it felt really good."
"As good as this?" Daddy asked.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"How about as good as this?" Daddy said and moved his hand faster."
"Ooh!" I said. "No, not as good as this!"
"So go ahead with your story." Daddy said. "I'm listening."
He was listening, but I was having trouble concentrating. "Well, I asked him what he was doing and he said I'm playing with your dick, stupid. So I said it felt good and he said so why don't you do it to me, too. So I reached over and mph!" Daddy kissed me hard then and his hand got to really moving my little dick and I moaned and hugged him hard and then I felt my come building up in my balls. "Oh, oh!" I groaned in his mouth, and my Daddy stopped jerking me.
"Oh, oh!" I moaned. "Daddy, why did you stop?"
"You didn't finish the story for me, Son!" Daddy said. "Finish telling me about it." His hand kept holding my cock, which felt almost like it was boiling.
"Well, I started playing with his cock like he was playing with mine and after a while he groaned and this stuff came out of his cock."
"Just like mine?" Daddy said, beginning to stroke me again.
"Not like yours." I admitted. "His just sort of dribbled out, but he seemed to really like it. Oh, Daddy!" Daddy was stroking me again and I felt the joy in my cock begin to build up again.
"So what happened next?"
"Well, he kept doing mine and after a time my dick felt all tingly."
"Just like now?" Daddy said.
"Sort of." I gasped. "Gregg didn't stop like you did. He just kept stroking it until I squirted."
"Like this?" Daddy jerked me hard again and I begin to gasp and groan and just as it was beginning to feel real good, Daddy stopped again!
"Oh, Daddy, please don't stop!" I begged.
"You haven't finished the story." Daddy chided me. "Finish the story. What happened next?"
I had to gasp a while until I could speak. "I was really surprised at what had happened and asked Gregg what had happened, and he kind of laughed at me. 'That's what happens when you play with your dick, doofus.' he said to me. 'I do it every night. It helps me get to sleep.'"
"I imagine it does." Daddy said. He begin to play with my cock again and this time it was like liquid fire rose up in my cock. I had never felt anything like this the few times I had done it by myself or the time with Gregg. It was like my cock was angry at the teasing Daddy was giving it, fighting mad and ready to explode. "So what else did you and Gregg do?"
"Nothing." I said. "We went to sleep. Gregg acted like it was nothing unusual, like everyone did it."
"Everyone does." Daddy said. "At least they do it to themselves. And quite a few of us do it to each other, like I'm doing to you right now." He stroked my cock harder and I felt a flush rise in my face, and my cock groaned like it was going to blow up.
"Oh, Daddy, please don't stop this time! Please!" I begged him. "Oh, it feels so good! Please, Daddy! Please!" And I nearly sobbed as I felt the jizz rising in my once again. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
But Daddy stopped yet again, and I felt a gurgling in my balls as if they were moving about all by themselves, which I guess they were. "What have you learned now, then?" He asked me severely.
I was almost scared, looking into his face. "That I was silly to think you didn't know anything about this."
"And."
Daddy was used to my know-it-all attitude, so I knew what he wanted me to say, "That there is nothing I can teach my elders."
"And?"
"But there is a lot that my elders can teach me if I'll just shut up and listen?" I said, suddenly looking at my Daddy as he stroked me yet again.
"That's right." Daddy said as he pounded my pud really hard and I suddenly knew that this time he wouldn't stop. "There's a lot more to this that you have to learn."
I held onto my Daddy tight as the jism build up in my balls like an angry flood, gasping for breath with lungs that suddenly seemed to have turned to jelly. "Oh, Daddy, yes!"
"And I'm going to teach you everything this summer if it kills me and you both!" He said with a mock fierceness I knew well.
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Now shoot that wad, Son! Shoot it really hard, just like I did! Come on, right now, damn it! Right now!"
"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, OHHHH-GUHHH!" And my jism did just what Daddy had said. It barreled out of me like my cock was a shotgun, and my Daddy got splattered from his chest on down with the biggest load I had ever had.
"Yeah, that's it, Son! Shoot that wad all over me!" Daddy ordered. The way he was pounding my cock, I had no choice but to keep on pumping it out, and the come seemed to last forever. Even after I stopped shooting, my body was still jerking and spasming with my orgasm, which seemed to go on and on and on....
Daddy held me until, still twitching from time to time, I was done. Then he held still, until even the twitches faded and finally left my wracked body in peace. "Now, Son, did that feel good?" he asked me gently.
"Oh, Daddy, that was the best ever!" I said and hugged him hard. "Gregg will never believe it when I see him again this fall!"
"Oh, that was nothing!" Daddy assured me as he lifted me off and tucked me into bed beside him. He covered us both up and lay close to me and this time I tucked myself into his armpit and lay dozing surrounded by his male odor. "Wait until you see what I am going to show you tomorrow night, Son! It makes what happened tonight seem like the play of little boys!"
I was too sleepy to ask what he meant. But I was sure that this was going to be a summer I'd never forget!
