This happened about 16 years ago, when I was ten at the time. My beginning time was interesting, to say the least, but I only do because it was with my father, and I was so young. Although I remember a lot of it, there are still details that have become fuzzy, or forgotten, however there are still matter that, even at that age become burnt into the mind forever. I will do my comfortably to retell my first time. 



Close to my ninth natal day, my mother left. She would often say how her life sucked. I remember that every fourth dimension when I was around her, she'd be complaining about this and that, and it all revolved around her. She would often degrade me in presence of people, and in secret. I was never allowed to be good, or accomplish when she was around because it always had to be her who was better than everyone else. So, one day she left. No notice, or anything. In later days 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 Father of the Church, only to be rejected. He had found someone else by then. His son. 



I commend crying on my birthday, and most nighttime. I was young then and didn't understand what was going on, nor why I wasn't loved. That's how I felt, of course of action. Unloved, but he'd find ways to wee-wee it up to me for her. Gifts, and more fourth dimension spent with him, even head trip to stead I wanted to go, but when she was around we couldn't. It was nice that we began to attachment like that in the face of something negative, to make a more positively charged relationship with my beginner. That changed, however, something innocent became something more.


One night, around June, I remember, my begetter, who was pretty average in height, about 5'10"and a slim physical body, though he did have some muscle from his work. I don't retrieve what he did then, only that one day he came home early and then three months later and a new apartment after he found another job. Money was really tight in that catamenia, but love was always in an abundant supply, I made sure of that, even though I didn't quite grasp the concept of what could receive happened had he remained jobless. 



Anyway, on the nighttime it began I had been ten for three months. We would normally look on idiot box together, whether it was a show for him, or me. I always liked watching the show he liked because it was some form of enigma insider into my sire. I never really translate the programs, but I felt like an grownup watching them with him. I would rest my head in his lap and he'd caress my hair, or cheek until I fell asleep. This time, however, he had forgotten to use up a few things out of his trouser pocket on the thigh I would lay on and so it was uncomfortable. I just nuzzled my headway further in his lap, over his private parts. 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 follow television, I noticed a subtle growth pressing upward against my cheek. I remember thinking it was a pretty big bulge at the clip, and kind of odd, but fun. I pressed against it with my head, nuzzling into it, again being innocent and peculiar. This made him moan, at the clip I thought he was just making some opaque gesture to the video. He caressed the English of my physical structure from cheek to hip and then back up. My father then gently lifted my foreland and rested it back on his outer second joint, but noticing my uncomfortableness, he let me lay on his bulging genitals again. I guess not having anyone so physically close, let alone have-to doe with such a sensitive orbit sparked an erecting 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 deal under my straits 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 pocketbook, which is what was in his gasp air hole. It was soft, but still business firm. He took note of this and promptly sat me following to him, he apologized and said something to the academic degree that he wasn't feel well and it was probably best I didn't lay on him. I asked him what it was. I knew that was were boys penises were, but his was so bombastic and knockout, I was used to just mine, small at the time and rarely Worth noticing when erect. I had an average penis for nestling at the metre, at least that's what i idea because I didn't have anyone to compare it to.


He told me it was his penis, 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 and then having to find some way to get it off his kid's idea. 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 schema of his cock. Trying to corroborate what he was saying. My small fingerbreadth found the zipper and I nearly drew them down when he took my hired man away.


That was all for the night, he told me, but I was drawn to his crotch now. It was on my mind for the rest of the night. I don't think back why exactly, maybe some tilt of homosexuality within me, or just child-like curio, but I needed to see my father's prick to conceive it. I wanted to see what my own penis would reckon like when I got to his age. It quickly became an obsession nearly overnight. I even thought of going into his sleeping accommodation when he slept, because I knew he slept in just his packer. I would go in and see his member, just see it. Nothing else. I didn't though.



The following evening, nada had really transpired. Not like the endure night, and even not between us. He was subdued, and a niggling reclusive. He would ask me how school was and if I needed help with my math homework, which was the only class I had a hard meter with. I had finished it early because I wanted to expend to a greater extent quality clock time with him, in his lap ; with my founding father's grown penis. I felt a little 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 small two bedroom apartment at the time with one bathroom, so when I got to the door and opened it, he was in the shower. I should have heard the disturbance and seen the wakeful beneath the doorway, but I was preoccupied with needing to go that I just forgot the world around me. I'm still a pretty pensive kid. You could throw a ball at me and I wouldn't notification until after the hurting kicked in.



The shower had a shabu door, so it was foggy and slightly transparent. My sire was a minuscule jolted, I think, but it was just his kid. He realized it was better I just go and then head teacher to bed than make me wait. He told me it was all right when I apologized. My penis already out and going. I tried really intemperate while there to see him. It was foggy and there were very few unclutter sections where his hands, or former parts of his body touched the meth door. I could see the abstract of his chief and chest, even a little bit of his ass when he would act back toward the shower straits. I wanted him to bend around so it would be a position of his penis that I could see instead.



Instead of finishing up and heading back to bed, I decided to stay hush and wait for him. I don't really eff why I did this. It was just all on impulse and I remember my heart beating really intemperate when the shower doorway opened and my Fatherhood stepped through the abstemious mist. He caught me early on on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to encompass himself up. My plan had been foiled by his decency. He apologized, and even scolded me a piddling for not telling him I was still there. He should have realized the threshold 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 adjacent week before he started to settle down and expend quality time with me again. One day he seemed his usual self and helped me with my maths. I only had one chair in my room so he let me sit in his lap so he could look over and assist me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one matter I had my mind set on having, but because my pa was spending time with me again like he used to before this all started. Perhaps he just resigned me to being gay, or curious, or whatever and figured I was his son and all he had in his life. I don't really know, nor would I have at the metre.



That night, which was a Friday, so school was out for the weekend, we found ourselves on the lounge by the television again. My head resting on him second joint, with my bridge player wrapped around his thigh for more comfort. We were watching a cop display, I think it was a moving picture because it lasted longer than any show I remembered watching. Soon enough though I found myself growing tired, so I moved my head about, trying to find the dependable place to really get comfortable and relaxation with my father. I decided to try his crotch again. When I laid my headland on it, it was flat and easygoing, but a few minutes later, as I snugged into it to get well-to-do, my father was getting hard again. I could feel that familiar swelling in his jean rising to run into the English of my head. This meter i began to purposely snuggle it and affect my head like I couldn't get comfortable. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also odd as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can tell my father was trying to ignore this, but my actions were persistent. My wonder, to say the to the lowest degree, definitely got to the best of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my myopic embrown hair's-breadth and nerve, even caressing my sides as he usually would. This time, however, his hand found itself down to my derriere. I remember instinctively pressing back against his with child, warm, easy speck when it reached my ass."pa,"I whispered."Yeah, son ?"He replied, straining to admit in a groan."It's so big. Can I just see it once ? I promise I won't spirit again."He seemed get the better of. He let out a long sigh and said something I don't really recall what. I just remember that he also said,"amercement. Sit up."



I behaved for him because he was giving me something I had incidentally pestered him about. Something sons shouldn't be odd about there fathers on. I was finally going to see my dad's cock, erect even. It felt as though time slowed down when he unzipped his gasp. He shuffled a little on the couch and it seemed like such a rest to him when he parted the button of his blue jean and let it hang informal. I remember the image of his bulging grey underdrawers just burnt into my memory. The phase so perfectly etched across thin out fabric. I wanted to touch out and concern it, but he wasn't done. My Father then slipped the girdle of his boxers down beneath his large, full bulls. I was equally yarn-dye with them as I was with the crown precious stone above it. So hard, yet flaccid. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some fuzz at the base, and on his sac. That, and his was Brobdingnagian. His stopcock honestly is an ordinary 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a monster shaft. No one could convince me otherwise at the prison term.



I was instantly in love with it. My mouth was in agape in aw of that cock, my father's shaft. I was even more surprised when a beadwork of this liquid like marrow 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 Father of the Church's member for the number one sentence. I even reached out and gently touched the base of it, where his hand gripped to view as it straight up for me, then stopped where the bead of precum was sliding down the head of his cock. I think I was afraid to impact it, that, and he moved his bridge player to assume mine away, but for some intellect he didn't. Not only was I seeing my sire's penis for the first of all metre, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My mother wit were on overuse. My mind practically shut down. I was just enthralled with the moment. 



I don't know why he didn't movement my hand like he was going to. Perhaps finally having another human being, albeit his ten year old son, touching his member for the first time in probably a yr awoken something in him. His stopcock throbbed, and more precum leaked from the snatch. It even rolled onto my pocket-size paw as I began to pet his phallus up and down. He even moved script from the base to let me touch his globe and have more of his rooster to explore. They felt so heavy, but I enjoyed the flexibility of his ball dismission and rolling them in with my fingers. I was just exploring with wonder. This, after all my penis was going to be like this some day too. I was envious, but all the same proud that I'd be just like my daddy in this way. 



"Go ahead son,"he said and then took a free fall of that precum onto the tip of his index number finger and brought it to my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked on his finger just enough to savor that slightly sweet and salty mixing. I liked it. I told him so even, and he said if I wanted to, I could figure out his phallus. So, I did. I leaned down and began, from testicle to tip to lick my Padre's hard cock. I remember giggling when his balls rolled from my glossa and also giving the tip a osculation after receiving another fall of precum to taste. I was so agitate that I bit his dick, gently, but it made him gasp and swat my lips away. He said to be placate with it, not to use my dentition. If I was going to submit it in my mouth, that I should suck, not bite. 



So, here I was, ten old age old and alone with my father on the couch sucking slowly on the forefront of his penis. It was huge and hard to contain in at first, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would groan and I would imbibe on his putz more because of it. I liked being able-bodied to please my father like this. I couldn't take him in too deeply, only about an inch, and even then I doubt I was peachy, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my Kuki and cheeks. Encouraging me. He even slipped his strong deal into my pants and began to fondle the baksheesh of his digit along my piddling boy jam. I stopped sucking when I felt this, but it wasn't a bad impression and he didn't prod into me, just rub. I felt like I was receiving a warm gift for sucking on his hawkshaw, so I just kept sucking and licking. 



When my spit was tracing the curved shape of the large vein that runs down the center of my father's peter, it began to pulse and he moaned louder, groaning with the mystifying voice 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 white midst ointment shot onto my human face and hair, and some dripping down his cock. I thought it was like pre-cum so I licked at the tip as he was cumming, but the taste was a little more sourness than I would take in wanted. I swallowed what was in my oral cavity, but opted not to bother with the residue. I remember thinking of rotten fish when I tasted his cum. Salty didn't come to mind, but that would receive been a better description. 



He slouched down and stir the relief of the cum from his dick, most of it landing on my face as I licked at his rightfield orchis. I don't know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my cheek. After his penis began to recede, he pulled his boxers and pants back up and helped clean me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the brim and said that he loved his son and wished me a adept night, sweet-smelling dream, the solid trial by ordeal. He did that every night, but tonight was special. At least I felt it was. 



That was my first experience. Not my utmost at a young age, and certainly not the survive with my beginner, but I just, I guess I needed to get that out finally. Thank you for tolerating my narrative. Finally, I 'd like to say that I do n't condone sexual acts between young and grownup. This story was just my personal experience .