This happened about 16 years ago, when I was ten at the metre. My first time was interesting, to say the to the lowest degree, but I only do because it was with my begetter, and I was so Young. Although I remember a lot of it, there are still contingent that have become fuzzy, or forgotten, however there are still thing that, even at that age become burnt into the mind forever. I will do my right to retell my first time. 



Close to my ninth birthday, my mother left. She would often say how her aliveness sucked. I remember that every time when I was around her, she'd be complaining about this and that, and it all revolved around her. She would often demean me in strawman of people, and in private. I was never allowed to be serious, or achieve when she was around because it always had to be her who was better than everyone else. So, one day she left. No observation, or anything. In later years I learned from my father that she left to Texas to be with some guy she met online. He found out because the man dumped her and she tried to crawl back to my male parent, only to be rejected. He had found someone else by then. His son. 



I remember crying on my birthday, and virtually night. I was Brigham Young then and didn't understand what was going on, nor why I wasn't loved. That's how I felt, of course. Unloved, but he'd find ways to make it up to me for her. Gifts, and more clock time spent with him, even trips to places I wanted to go, but when she was around we couldn't. It was nice that we began to Bond like that in the face of something negative, to build a more electropositive relationship with my father. That changed, however, something innocent became something more.


One night, around June, I remember, my Church Father, who was pretty average in height, about 5'10"and a svelte frame, though he did have some muscular tissue from his work. I don't remember what he did then, only that one day he came home early and then three month later and a new flat after he found another job. Money was really tight in that period, but passion was always in an abundant supplying, I made sure of that, even though I didn't quite grasp the construct of what could have happened had he remained jobless. 



Anyway, on the Night it began I had been ten for three calendar month. We would normally look out television together, whether it was a show for him, or me. I always liked watching the shows he liked because it was some form of arcanum insider into my begetter. I never really understood the programs, but I felt like an adult watching them with him. I would rest my head teacher in his lap and he'd caress my hair, or cheek until I fell asleep. This clip, however, he had forgotten to take a few things out of his trouser pocket on the thigh I would lay on and so it was uncomfortable. I just nuzzled my promontory further in his lap, over his fork. It seemed innocent to me, because I didn't know anything about that. He didn't really handle, or take notice, but as he continued to watch television, I noticed a subtle growing pressing upward against my cheek. I remember thinking it was a pretty big excrescence at the time, and kind of odd, but fun. I pressed against it with my headway, nuzzling into it, again being innocent and peculiar. This made him moan, at the clip I thought he was just making some unintelligible gesture to the video. He caressed the face of my consistency from impudence to hip and then back up. My Fatherhood then gently lifted my head and rested it back on his outer second joint, but noticing my uncomfortableness, he let me lay on his bulging crotch again. I guess not having anyone so physically close, let alone contact such a spiritualist area sparked an erection within him, even if he didn't mean it to.



I was a pretty curious kid at the time though, so I even reached underneath my cheek, as if to rest my hand under my head and rubbed it gently, but very subtly. I squeezed and tried to feel what it was. It wasn't as jagged and uncomfortable as his wallet, which is what was in his pant pocket. It was sonant, but still firm. He took annotation of this and promptly sat me next to him, he apologized and said something to the degree that he wasn't feel well and it was probably outdo I didn't lay on him. I asked him what it was. I knew that was were boys phallus were, but his was so large and hard, I was used to just mine, low at the metre and rarely worth noticing when erect. I had an average penis for kids at the fourth dimension, at least that's what i sentiment because I didn't have anyone to compare it to.


He told me it was his member, but i protested. I told him it felt so big. It was all so harmless, my intention, I remember. I know looking back he was probably pretty uncomfortable being getting an erection because of his son's touch modality and then having to chance some way to get it off his kid's psyche. His kid who was curious about it."Yours will be like it too, just when you're older."He told me, but as he did I reached out and touched his bulge again. I began to rub it as if I were trying to feel the synopsis of his cock. Trying to confirm what he was saying. My low fingers found the zip and I nearly drew them down when he took my hand away.


That was all for the night, he told me, but I was drawn to his fork now. It was on my mind for the rest period of the night. I don't think of why exactly, maybe some inclination of homosexuality within me, or just child-like wonder, but I needed to see my father's cock to believe it. I wanted to see what my own penis would look like when I got to his age. It quickly became an obsession nearly overnight. I even thought of going into his bedroom when he slept, because I knew he slept in just his boxers. I would go in and see his phallus, just see it. Nothing else. I didn't though.



The following evening, nothing had really transpired. Not like the last night, and even not between us. He was calm down, and a little reclusive. He would ask me how school was and if I needed assistance with my math homework, which was the only class I had a hard time with. I had finished it early because I wanted to spend more quality time with him, in his lap ; with my Padre's grown penis. I felt a trivial alone that night, and the next few nights. I think two, but maybe three. It ended when I woke up one eve and had to use the bathroom to pee. We had a minor two bedroom apartment at the sentence with one bathroom, so when I got to the door and opened it, he was in the shower bath. I should give heard the dissonance and seen the illumination beneath the door, but I was preoccupied with needing to go that I just forgot the world around me. I'm still a pretty brooding kid. You could cast off a ball at me and I wouldn't notice until after the pain kicked in.



The exhibitioner had a glass door, so it was foggy and slightly transparent. My father was a little jolt, I think, but it was just his kid. He realized it was better I just go and then forefront to bed than make me waitress. He told me it was all powerful when I apologized. My phallus already out and going. I tried really knockout while there to see him. It was stuporous and there were very few clear sections where his work force, or other component part of his torso touched the spyglass threshold. I could see the precis of his head and dresser, even a little bit of his ass when he would move back toward the shower head. I wanted him to plough around so it would be a vista of his penis that I could see instead.



Instead of finishing up and heading back to bed, I decided to continue unruffled and delay for him. I don't really know why I did this. It was just all on impulse and I remember my tenderness beating really hard when the shower down doorway opened and my founder stepped through the igniter mist. He caught me betimes on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to comprehend himself up. My plan had been foiled by his decency. He apologized, and even scolded me a little for not telling him I was still there. He should experience realized the doorway never closed a second after I had come in. That's all hindsight though.



"I just wanted to see it. Is it really that big ?"I asked."Can I, daddy ? I just want to see."

He refused and sent me to my room. I didn't get to see him much for the next workweek before he started to settle down and drop quality time with me again. One day he seemed his usual self and helped me with my math. I only had one chair in my room so he let me sit in his lap so he could await over and help me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one thing I had my judgment set on having, but because my papa was spending time with me again like he used to before this all started. Perhaps he just resigned me to being gay, or singular, or whatever and figured I was his son and all he had in his animation. I don't really love, nor would I have at the metre.



That night, which was a Fri, so school was out for the weekend, we found ourselves on the couch by the television again. My head resting on him thigh, with my hand wrapped around his thigh for more comfort. We were watching a cop show, I think it was a moving picture because it lasted longer than any display I remembered watching. Soon enough though I found myself growing tired, so I moved my caput about, trying to happen the outdo berth to really get well-fixed and residue with my founding father. I decided to try his private parts again. When I laid my head on it, it was flat and soft, but a few minutes later, as I snugged into it to get comfortable, my father was getting hard again. I could feel that intimate bump in his jean rising to forgather the incline of my head. This prison term i began to purposely nuzzle it and move my nous like I couldn't get prosperous. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also queer as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can tell my father was trying to ignore this, but my actions were tenacious. My curiosity, to say the least, definitely got to the best of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my forgetful embrown hair and cheeks, even caressing my face as he usually would. This time, however, his hand found itself down to my buttocks. I remember instinctively pressing back against his large, warmly, gentle touch when it reached my ass."papa,"I whispered."Yeah, son ?"He replied, straining to hold in a groan."It's so big. Can I just see it once ? I promise I won't look again."He seemed defeated. He let out a farsighted sigh and said something I don't really think of what. I just remember that he also said,"fine. Sit up."



I behaved for him because he was giving me something I had incidentally pestered him about. Something sons shouldn't be curious about there fathers on. I was finally going to see my dad's peter, erect even. It felt as though prison term slowed down when he unzipped his pants. He shuffled a minuscule on the lounge and it seemed like such a rilievo to him when he parted the button of his dungaree and let it flow let loose. I remember the image of his bulging grey boxers just burnt into my memory. The var. so perfectly etched across thin material. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but he wasn't done. My sire then slipped the girdle of his drawers down beneath his prominent, full bulls. I was equally impressed with them as I was with the crown jewel above it. So hard, yet soft. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some hair at the base, and on his sac. That, and his was Brobdingnagian. His peter honestly is an median 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a monster putz. No one could win over me otherwise at the time.



I was instantly in love with it. My rima oris was in agape in aw of that stopcock, my Father-God's putz. I was even more storm when a bead of this liquid like substance formed from the slit at the top. His precum."I like it."I said, not really certain what else to say. I mean, I had finally seen it, what was there to say ? I really did like seeing my founding father's penis for the first prison term. I even reached out and gently touched the base of it, where his hand gripped to hold it straight up for me, then stopped where the beadwork of precum was sliding down the heading of his pecker. I think I was afraid to touch it, that, and he moved his hand to take mine away, but for some intellect he didn't. Not only was I seeing my father's penis for the first base time, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My senses were on overuse. My mind practically shut down. I was just enthralled with the moment. 



I don't know why he didn't move my hired man like he was going to. Perhaps finally having another human being, albeit his ten year old son, touching his penis for the initiatory time in probably a year awoken something in him. His turncock throbbed, and more precum leaked from the slit. It even rolled onto my small mitt as I began to pet his phallus up and down. He even moved hand from the Base to let me tint his clump and have to a greater extent of his cock to explore. They felt so enceinte, but I enjoyed the tractability of his egg sack and rolling them in with my fingerbreadth. I was just exploring with curiosity. This, after all my penis was going to be like this some day too. I was jealous, but all the same proud that I'd be just like my pa in this way. 



"Go ahead son,"he said and then took a drop of that precum onto the tip of his index finger and brought it to my rim. I took it into my mouth and sucked on his finger just enough to savor that slightly sweet and salty mixture. I liked it. I told him so even, and he said if I wanted to, I could lick his penis. So, I did. I leaned down and began, from balls to tip to lick my father's hard turncock. I remember giggling when his chunk rolled from my tongue and also giving the tip a kiss after receiving another drop of precum to preference. I was so excited that I bit his pecker, gently, but it made him heave and swat my backtalk away. He said to be appease with it, not to use my teeth. If I was going to take it in my mouth, that I should sop up, not bite. 



So, here I was, ten twelvemonth old and alone with my father on the couch suck slowly on the head of his penis. It was huge and hard to take in at low gear, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would moan and I would suck on his cock more because of it. I liked being able-bodied to please my Father of the Church like this. I couldn't take him in too cryptical, only about an inch, and even then I doubt I was smashing, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my Chin and cheeks. Encouraging me. He even slipped his warm hand into my gasp and began to caress the tips of his finger's breadth along my little boy hole. I stopped sucking when I felt this, but it wasn't a bad feeling and he didn't prod into me, just rub. I felt like I was receiving a warm gift for sucking on his dick, so I just kept sucking and licking. 



When my clapper was tracing the curvature of the large mineral vein that runs down the nerve centre of my father's cock, it began to pulsate and he moaned louder, groaning with the deepest phonation I had ever heard from him. He was cumming. I was so shocked and yet elated. I wasn't really ready for it, nor knew what was happening. This egg white thick cream nip onto my face and hair, and some dripping down his pecker. I thought it was like pre-cum so I licked at the tip as he was cumming, but the taste was a little more tartness than I would stimulate wanted. I swallowed what was in my sass, but opted not to bother with the rest. I remember thinking of rotted fish when I tasted his cum. Salty didn't come to take care, but that would make been a better description. 



He slouched down and shook the respite of the cum from his cock, most of it landing on my side as I licked at his right testicle. I don't know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my boldness. After his penis began to pull back, he pulled his boxer and pants back up and helped houseclean me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the lips and said that he loved his son and wished me a practiced night, sweet-smelling dreams, the unit ordeal. He did that every Nox, but tonight was special. At least I felt it was. 



That was my offset experience. Not my concluding at a youthful age, and certainly not the last with my father, but I just, I guess I needed to get that out finally. Thank you for tolerating my account. Finally, I 'd like to say that I do n't condone sexual turn between young person and adults. This story was just my personal experience .