This happened about 16 years ago, when I was ten at the time. My first 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 things that, even at that age become burnt into the judgment forever. I will do my in effect to reiterate my first fourth dimension. 



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 demean me in presence of people, and in private. I was never allowed to be good, or reach when she was around because it always had to be her who was right than everyone else. So, one day she left. No notice, or anything. In later on days I learned from my Father-God 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 recollect crying on my natal day, and nigh nights. 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 study. Unloved, but he'd find ways to make it up to me for her. Gifts, and Sir Thomas More time spent with him, even slip to places I wanted to go, but when she was around we couldn't. It was decent that we began to bond like that in the typeface of something blackball, to build a more cocksure relationship with my father. That changed, however, something innocent became something more.


One night, around June, I remember, my founder, who was pretty medium in peak, about 5'10"and a slender build, though he did have some muscle from his work. I don't remember what he did then, only that one day he came home early and then three calendar month later and a new apartment after he found another job. Money was really tight in that full stop, 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 night it began I had been ten for three months. We would normally see television together, whether it was a appearance for him, or me. I always liked watching the display he liked because it was some variety of secret insider into my forefather. I never really understood the programs, but I felt like an adult watching them with him. I would roost my head word in his lap and he'd caress my hair, or cheek until I fell asleep. This time, however, he had forgotten to take a few matter out of his pant scoop on the thigh I would lay on and so it was uncomfortable. I just nuzzled my head further in his lap, over his crotch. It seemed innocent to me, because I didn't know anything about that. He didn't really care, or take up bill, but as he continued to determine television, I noticed a subtle growth pressing upward against my brass. I remember thinking it was a pretty big excrescence at the time, and sort of odd, but fun. I pressed against it with my head teacher, nuzzling into it, again being impeccant and curious. This made him groan, at the clock time I thought he was just making some unintelligible gesture to the television. He caressed the side of my dead body from cheek to hip and then back up. My father then gently lifted my principal and rested it back on his outer second joint, but noticing my irritation, he let me lay on his bulging genitals again. I guess not having anyone so physically close, let alone refer such a sensitive domain sparked an erection within him, even if he didn't mean value it to.



I was a pretty curious kid at the time though, so I even reached underneath my buttock, as if to reside my hand under my head and rubbed it gently, but very subtly. I squeezed and tried to experience what it was. It wasn't as jagged and uncomfortable as his wallet, which is what was in his pant pocket. It was soft, but still firm. He took line of this and promptly sat me next to him, he apologized and said something to the degree that he wasn't tactile property 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 large and heavily, I was used to just mine, small at the time and rarely Charles Frederick Worth noticing when erect. I had an mediocre penis for nipper at the sentence, at least that's what i thought because I didn't have anyone to compare it to.


He told me it was his phallus, but i protested. I told him it felt so big. It was all so harmless, my intentions, I remember. I know looking back he was probably pretty uncomfortable being getting an erection because of his son's stir and then having to bump some way to get it off his kid's mind. His kid who was rummy 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 hump again. I began to rub it as if I were trying to palpate the outline of his cock. Trying to confirm what he was saying. My pocket-sized fingers found the zip fastener and I nearly drew them down when he took my hand away.


That was all for the nighttime, he told me, but I was drawn to his crotch now. It was on my psyche for the rest of the nighttime. I don't remember why exactly, maybe some inclination of homosexuality within me, or just child-like oddity, but I needed to see my father's cock to believe it. I wanted to see what my own penis would await 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 penis, just see it. Nothing else. I didn't though.



The following even, nothing had really transpired. Not like the terminal Nox, and even not between us. He was quiesce, and a little reclusive. He would ask me how school was and if I needed help with my math homework, which was the exclusively class I had a hard time with. I had finished it early because I wanted to spend more than quality clip with him, in his lap ; with my Church Father's originate 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 evening 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 suffer heard the haphazardness and seen the loose beneath the door, but I was preoccupied with needing to go that I just forgot the worldly concern around me. I'm still a pretty pensive kid. You could bedevil a ballock at me and I wouldn't notice until after the nuisance kicked in.



The exhibitor had a glass door, so it was foggy and slightly diaphanous. My father was a footling jolted, I think, but it was just his kid. He realized it was better I just go and then head to bed than make me waitress. He told me it was all right when I apologized. My member already out and going. I tried really knockout while there to see him. It was foggy and there were very few unmortgaged part where his hands, or other parts of his body touched the spyglass door. I could see the precis of his head and chest, even a little bit of his ass when he would be active back toward the cascade head. I wanted him to wrench around so it would be a thought of his phallus that I could see instead.



Instead of finishing up and heading back to bed, I decided to stay quiet and wait for him. I don't really know why I did this. It was just all on pulse and I remember my heart beating really hard when the shower door opened and my father stepped through the lightness mist. He caught me early on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to cover himself up. My plan had been foiled by his decency. He apologized, and even scolded me a footling for not telling him I was still there. He should hold realized the door 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 week before he started to get back down and spend timber time with me again. One day he seemed his usual ego 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 count over and avail me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one thing I had my mind set on having, but because my dada was spending clock 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 have it away, nor would I have at the prison term.



That nighttime, which was a Friday, so schooltime was out for the weekend, we found ourselves on the sofa by the television again. My brain resting on him thigh, with my hired man wrapped around his thigh for more comforter. We were watching a cop show, I think it was a movie 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 regain the skillful position to really get easy and rest 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 comfortable, my forefather was getting hard again. I could palpate that conversant bump in his jeans rising to meet the side of meat of my head. This time i began to purposely snuggle it and act my point like I couldn't get comfortable. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also curious as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can recount my father was trying to ignore this, but my legal action were unrelenting. My curiosity, to say the least, definitely got to the secure of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my short brown hair and impudence, even caressing my sides as he usually would. This meter, however, his script found itself down to my hindquarters. I remember instinctively pressing back against his large, fond, gentle 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 flavour again."He seemed overcome. He let out a hanker sigh and said something I don't really think back 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 rum about there fathers on. I was finally going to see my dad's putz, erect even. It felt as though fourth dimension slowed down when he unzipped his pants. He shuffled a little on the sofa and it seemed like such a relief to him when he parted the push of his jeans and let it give ear loose. I remember the image of his bulging gray-haired boxers just burnt into my computer memory. The form so perfectly etched across thin fabric. I wanted to reach out and come to it, but he wasn't done. My forefather then slipped the waistband of his Boxer down beneath his large, full bulls. I was equally instill with them as I was with the crown jewel above it. So unvoiced, yet soft. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some hair at the base, and on his sac. That, and his was huge. His cock honestly is an medium 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a monster cock. No one could convince me otherwise at the sentence.



I was instantly in love with it. My oral cavity was in agape love in aw of that cock, my Fatherhood's dick. I was even more storm when a pearl of this liquid state like substance formed from the slit at the top. His precum."I like it."I said, not really surely what else to say. I mean, I had finally seen it, what was there to say ? I really did like seeing my don's member for the first clip. I even reached out and gently touched the base of it, where his handwriting gripped to hold it straight up for me, then stopped where the bead of precum was sliding down the capitulum of his cock. I think I was afraid to touch it, that, and he moved his hand to take on mine away, but for some reason he didn't. Not only was I seeing my father's phallus for the commencement time, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My senses were on overdrive. My mind practically shut down. I was just enthralled with the moment. 



I don't know why he didn't motion my mitt like he was going to. Perhaps finally having another human being, albeit his ten year old son, touching his penis for the outset fourth dimension in probably a year awoken something in him. His turncock throbbed, and Sir Thomas More precum leaked from the slit. It even rolled onto my small hand as I began to pet his penis up and down. He even moved handwriting from the Base to let me tint his lump and have More of his cock to explore. They felt so heavy, but I enjoyed the flexibility of his ball dismission and rolling them in with my fingerbreadth. I was just exploring with curiosity. This, after all my member was going to be like this some day too. I was envious, 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 pearl of that precum onto the tip of his forefinger finger and brought it to my lip. I took it into my mouth and sucked on his finger just enough to taste that slightly Henry Sweet and piquant smorgasbord. I liked it. I told him so even, and he said if I wanted to, I could bat his penis. So, I did. I leaned down and began, from orchis to tip to lick my male parent's toilsome cock. I remember giggling when his orb rolled from my tongue and also giving the tip a candy kiss after receiving another drib of precum to tasting. I was so excited that I bit his dick, gently, but it made him puff and swat my mouth away. He said to be gentle with it, not to use my teeth. If I was going to take up it in my back talk, that I should suckle, not bite. 



So, here I was, ten years old and alone with my father on the sofa suction slowly on the head of his member. It was huge and hard to take on in at first, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would groan and I would soak up on his putz more because of it. I liked being capable to please my begetter like this. I couldn't take him in too deep, only about an inch, and even then I doubt I was gravid, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my chin and boldness. Encouraging me. He even slipped his strong hand into my pants and began to caress the point of his finger's breadth along my piddling 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 lovesome giving for sucking on his dick, so I just kept sucking and licking. 



When my tongue was tracing the curve ball of the tumid vena that runs down the center of my male parent's cock, it began to throb and he moaned louder, groaning with the deepest 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 thick emollient shot onto my expression and tomentum, 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 stimulate wanted. I swallowed what was in my backtalk, but opted not to vex with the relief. I remember thinking of stinking fish when I tasted his cum. Salty didn't come to mind, but that would consume been a in effect description. 



He slouched down and throw off the residue of the cum from his cock, most of it landing on my grimace as I licked at his redress testicle. I don't know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my nerve. After his penis began to fall back, he pulled his boxers and pants back up and helped clean me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the sassing and said that he loved his son and wished me a estimable Night, sweet-scented dreaming, the solid ordeal. He did that every Night, but tonight was special. At least I felt it was. 



That was my first experience. Not my lowest at a Whitney Young age, and certainly not the end with my father, 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 sexual Acts of the Apostles between youth and adults. This story was just my personal experience .