This happened about 16 class ago, when I was ten at the prison term. My first time was interesting, to say the least, but I only do because it was with my don, 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 affair that, even at that age become combust into the mind forever. I will do my serious to retell my for the first time meter. 



Close to my ninth birthday, my mother left. She would often say how her life 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 cheapen me in nominal head of people, and in private. I was never allowed to be beneficial, or achieve when she was around because it always had to be her who was respectable than everyone else. So, one day she left. No notice, or anything. In later years I learned from my father that she left to Lone-Star State 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, only to be rejected. He had found mortal else by then. His son. 



I recall crying on my birthday, and most night. 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 instruction. Unloved, but he'd find ways to make it up to me for her. endowment, and more than metre spent with him, even head trip to places I wanted to go, but when she was around we couldn't. It was nice that we began to adhesiveness like that in the face of something negative, to build a more positive 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 elevation, about 5'10"and a slim frame, though he did deliver some muscleman from his work. I don't remember 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 flow, but love life was always in an abundant supply, I made sure of that, even though I didn't quite grasp the concept of what could make happened had he remained jobless. 



Anyway, on the Night it began I had been ten for three months. We would normally watch out TV together, whether it was a show for him, or me. I always liked watching the appearance he liked because it was some sort of secret insider into my father. I never really realize the programs, but I felt like an adult 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 need a few things out of his gasp scoop on the second joint I would lay on and so it was uncomfortable. I just nuzzled my head further in his lap, over his genitalia. It seemed guiltless to me, because I didn't know anything about that. He didn't really care, or guide notice, but as he continued to see television, I noticed a pernicious increase pressing upward against my brass. I remember thinking it was a pretty big protuberance at the time, and kind of odd, but fun. I pressed against it with my question, nuzzling into it, again being innocent and curious. This made him moan, at the time I thought he was just making some unintelligible motion to the television. He caressed the side of meat of my body from impudence to hip and then back up. My father then gently lifted my head and rested it back on his outer thigh, but noticing my uncomfortableness, he let me lay on his bulging crotch again. I guess not having anyone so physically shut down, let alone touch such a sore area sparked an erection within him, even if he didn't mean it to.



I was a pretty rummy kid at the time though, so I even reached underneath my face, as if to rest my manus under my head and rubbed it gently, but very subtly. I squeezed and tried to find what it was. It wasn't as jagged and uncomfortable as his billfold, which is what was in his pant pocket. It was soft, but still business firm. He took bank bill of this and promptly sat me adjacent to him, he apologized and said something to the 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 son penises were, but his was so large and unvoiced, I was used to just mine, belittled at the fourth dimension and rarely worth noticing when erect. I had an average penis for Kyd at the prison term, at least that's what i thought 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 purpose, 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 bump some way to get it off his kid's mind. 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 extrusion again. I began to rub it as if I were trying to experience the synopsis of his cock. Trying to confirm what he was saying. My low fingers found the zipper and I nearly drew them down when he took my hired hand away.


That was all for the Night, he told me, but I was drawn to his crotch now. It was on my nous for the relief of the night. I don't remember why exactly, maybe some lean of homosexuality within me, or just child-like curiosity, 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 fixation nearly nightlong. 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 member, just see it. Nothing else. I didn't though.



The following evening, nil had really transpired. Not like the last night, and even not between us. He was quiet, and a little reclusive. He would ask me how school was and if I needed help with my maths preparation, which was the only class I had a hard metre with. I had finished it early because I wanted to spend Thomas More calibre time with him, in his lap ; with my father's grown penis. I felt a trivial alone that dark, and the next few nights. I think two, but maybe three. It ended when I woke up one eventide and had to use the bathroom to pee. We had a small two bedroom apartment at the fourth dimension with one can, so when I got to the door and opened it, he was in the shower. I should cause heard the disturbance and seen the illuminate beneath the door, but I was preoccupied with needing to go that I just forgot the world around me. I'm still a pretty broody kid. You could throw a testis at me and I wouldn't notification until after the pain kicked in.



The shower had a glassful door, so it was foggy and slightly transparent. My father was a little jolted, I think, but it was just his kid. He realized it was better I just go and then oral sex to bed than hit me wait. He told me it was all right on when I apologized. My phallus already out and going. I tried really hard while there to see him. It was foggy and there were very few clean sections where his helping hand, or former parts of his body touched the drinking glass threshold. I could see the outline of his head and chest of drawers, even a fiddling bit of his ass when he would move back toward the shower head. I wanted him to turn around so it would be a perspective of his phallus that I could see instead.



Instead of finishing up and heading back to bed, I decided to stay calm down and waiting for him. I don't really know why I did this. It was just all on impulse and I remember my nub beating really heavily when the shower down room access opened and my father stepped through the Inner Light mist. He caught me early on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to underwrite himself up. My plan had been foiled by his decency. He apologized, and even scolded me a short for not telling him I was still there. He should have realized the room access never closed a moment 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 elbow room. I didn't get to see him much for the succeeding workweek before he started to settle down and spend calibre time with me again. One day he seemed his usual self and helped me with my maths. I only had one chairman in my elbow room so he let me sit in his lap so he could reckon over and help me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one thing I had my creative thinker set on having, but because my dada was spending time with me again like he used to before this all started. Perhaps he just resigned me to being gay, or rummy, 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 time.



That night, which was a Fri, so schoolhouse 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 comforter. We were watching a cop show, I think it was a picture because it lasted longer than any show I remembered watching. Soon enough though I found myself growing wear down, so I moved my school principal about, trying to find the best place to really get prosperous and relief with my father. I decided to try his crotch 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 comfy, my Church Father was getting hard again. I could feel that familiar bump in his jeans rising to meet the position of my head. This meter i began to purposely nose it and locomote my headspring like I couldn't get well-heeled. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also curious as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can tell my sire was trying to cut this, but my actions were persistent. My curiosity, to say the least, definitely got to the outdo of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my short brownness hair and nerve, even caressing my sides as he usually would. This metre, however, his deal found itself down to my fanny. I remember instinctively pressing back against his large, tender, mollify touch when it reached my ass."Daddy,"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 vote out. He let out a foresighted suspiration and said something I don't really recollect 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 Logos shouldn't be curious about there Father on. I was finally going to see my dad's cock, erect even. It felt as though time slowed down when he unzipped his pants. He shuffled a little on the couch and it seemed like such a moderation to him when he parted the button of his denim and let it hang sluttish. I remember the image of his bulging grey boxers just burnt into my memory. The form so perfectly etched across melt off fabric. I wanted to reach out and have-to doe with it, but he wasn't done. My father then slipped the waistband of his boxers down beneath his prominent, full bulls. I was equally instill with them as I was with the peak jewel above it. So hard, yet soft. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some hair at the groundwork, and on his sac. That, and his was Brobdingnagian. His cock honestly is an medium 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a freak cock. No one could convince me otherwise at the clip.



I was instantly in love with it. My mouth was in agape love in aw of that cock, my father's shaft. I was even more surprised when a drop of this liquid like substance formed from the puss at the top. His precum."I like it."I said, not really indisputable what else to say. I mean, I had finally seen it, what was there to say ? I really did like seeing my begetter's member for the first time. 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 drop of precum was sliding down the head of his dick. I think I was afraid to touch it, that, and he moved his hand to remove mine away, but for some reasonableness he didn't. Not only was I seeing my Padre's phallus for the first clip, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My sentience were on overdrive. My nous practically shut down. I was just enthralled with the second. 



I don't know why he didn't move my hand like he was going to. Perhaps finally having another human being, albeit his ten yr old son, touching his penis for the first time in probably a yr awoken something in him. His hammer throbbed, and more precum leaked from the pussy. It even rolled onto my pocket-sized hand as I began to pet his phallus up and down. He even moved hand from the infrastructure to let me touch his Lucille Ball and have more of his cock to explore. They felt so leaden, but I enjoyed the flexibility of his ball dismissal and rolling them in with my digit. I was just exploring with oddity. This, after all my penis was going to be like this some day too. I was jealous, but all the Lapp proud that I'd be just like my daddy in this way. 



"Go ahead son,"he said and then took a cliff of that precum onto the tip of his index digit and brought it to my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked on his finger just enough to taste that slightly perfumed and salty admixture. 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 bollock to tip to lick my father's hard cock. I remember giggling when his ball rolled from my knife and also giving the tip a kiss after receiving another cliff of precum to taste. I was so excited that I bit his prick, gently, but it made him pant and swat my brim away. He said to be gentle with it, not to use my teeth. If I was going to choose it in my oral fissure, that I should suck, not bite. 



So, here I was, ten years old and alone with my begetter on the lounge sucking slowly on the head of his member. It was huge and intemperately to take in at first, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would moan and I would suck on his putz more because of it. I liked being able to delight my father like this. I couldn't take him in too deep, only about an inch, and even then I doubt I was corking, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my chin and cheeks. Encouraging me. He even slipped his strong hand into my pants and began to fondle the tips of his fingerbreadth along my little boy hollow. 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 tender gift for sucking on his dick, so I just kept sucking and licking. 



When my knife was tracing the curves of the large vein that runs down the center of my beginner's cock, it began to pulse and he moaned louder, groaning with the deepest vox I had ever heard from him. He was cumming. I was so shocked and yet elated. I wasn't really set for it, nor knew what was happening. This flannel midst cream shooter onto my face and hair's-breadth, 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 sour than I would possess wanted. I swallowed what was in my oral cavity, but opted not to bother with the repose. I remember thinking of crappy Pisces the Fishes when I tasted his cum. Salty didn't come to mind, but that would have been a dependable verbal description. 



He slouched down and shook the eternal sleep of the cum from his cock, nigh of it landing on my face as I licked at his right testicle. I don't know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my brass. After his penis began to draw back, he pulled his boxers and pants back up and helped strip me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the lips and said that he loved his son and wished me a good night, sweet-smelling dreams, the unanimous ordeal. He did that every nighttime, but tonight was special. At least I felt it was. 



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