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 foggy, or forgotten, however there are still thing that, even at that age become burned into the mind forever. I will do my trump to retell my first gear metre. 



Close to my ninth birthday, my mother left. She would often say how her spirit sucked. I remember that every clock time when I was around her, she'd be complaining about this and that, and it all revolved around her. She would often put down me in forepart of people, and in private. I was never allowed to be good, or attain 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 eld 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 cower back to my father, only to be rejected. He had found someone else by then. His son. 



I remember crying on my natal day, and about 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. Unloved, but he'd find ways to make it up to me for her. Gifts, and more time spent with him, even head trip to post I wanted to go, but when she was around we couldn't. It was prissy that we began to bond paper like that in the boldness of something blackball, to build a more positive relationship with my father. That changed, however, something innocent became something more.


One dark, around June, I remember, my father, who was pretty norm in tiptop, about 5'10"and a reduce build, though he did ingest some muscle 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 fuddled in that period, but love was always in an abundant supplying, I made sure of that, even though I didn't quite grasp the conception of what could possess happened had he remained idle. 



Anyway, on the night it began I had been ten for three 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 enigma insider into my father. I never really understood the course of study, but I felt like an grownup watching them with him. I would catch one's breath my head in his lap and he'd caress my hair, or cheek until I fell asleep. This meter, however, he had forgotten to lease a few things out of his pant pocket on the thigh I would lay on and so it was uncomfortable. I just nuzzled my brain further in his lap, over his crotch. 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 look on goggle box, I noticed a subtle outgrowth pressing upward against my cheek. I remember thinking it was a pretty big swelling at the time, and kind of odd, but fun. I pressed against it with my promontory, nuzzling into it, again being innocent and curious. This made him groan, at the time I thought he was just making some unintelligible gesture to the television. He caressed the face of my body from impertinence to hip and then back up. My male parent then gently lifted my question and rested it back on his outer second joint, but noticing my discomfort, he let me lay on his bulging crotch again. I guess not having anyone so physically faithful, let alone stir such a sensitive area sparked an erection within him, even if he didn't mean it to.



I was a pretty singular kid at the time though, so I even reached underneath my brass, 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 pouch. It was soft, but still firm. He took note of this and promptly sat me succeeding to him, he apologized and said something to the level that he wasn't feel well and it was probably skillful I didn't lay on him. I asked him what it was. I knew that was were boy penises were, but his was so large and hard, I was used to just mine, minor at the time and rarely worth noticing when erect. I had an mediocre penis for kids at the clock time, at to the lowest degree 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 design, I remember. I know looking back he was probably pretty uncomfortable being getting an erection because of his son's skin senses and then having to discover 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 gibbousness again. I began to rub it as if I were trying to palpate the abstract of his shaft. Trying to confirm what he was saying. My small finger 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 privates now. It was on my judgement for the rest of the nighttime. I don't call up why exactly, maybe some angle of dip of homosexuality within me, or just child-like wonder, but I needed to see my male parent's pecker to believe it. I wanted to see what my own penis would front like when I got to his age. It quickly became an obsession 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 penis, just see it. Nothing else. I didn't though.



The following eve, nothing had really transpired. Not like the finale 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 homework, which was the only social class I had a severely time with. I had finished it early because I wanted to drop more quality prison term with him, in his lap ; with my beginner's grown penis. I felt a little alone that night, and the next few nighttime. I think two, but maybe three. It ended when I woke up one evening and had to use the john to pee. We had a small two chamber 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 randomness and seen the dismount beneath the room access, but I was preoccupied with needing to go that I just forgot the human race around me. I'm still a pretty pensive kid. You could throw off a ball at me and I wouldn't placard until after the pain kicked in.



The shower had a glass door, so it was bleary 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 head to bed than wee-wee me wait. He told me it was all right when I apologized. My penis already out and going. I tried really heavy while there to see him. It was foggy and there were very few clear part where his hands, or other region of his organic structure touched the glass door. I could see the outline of his head and chest, even a small bit of his ass when he would motivate back toward the shower head. I wanted him to turn around so it would be a view of his member 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 impulse and I remember my inwardness beating really hard when the lavish doorway opened and my father stepped through the calorie-free mist. He caught me early on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to traverse 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 have realized the door 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 room. I didn't get to see him much for the future week before he started to steady down down and spend quality sentence 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 see over and help me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one thing I had my mind set on having, but because my daddy 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 liveliness. I don't really know, nor would I have at the time.



That night, which was a Friday, so schooltime was out for the weekend, we found ourselves on the sofa by the television again. My head resting on him thigh, with my hired man wrapped around his thigh for more comfort. We were watching a cop show, I think it was a flick 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 oneself the considerably topographic point to really get well-to-do and eternal sleep with my Padre. I decided to try his crotch again. When I laid my head on it, it was unconditional and soft, but a few hour later, as I snugged into it to get well-heeled, my Padre was getting hard again. I could feel that companion prominence in his jeans rising to forgather the side of my head. This time i began to purposely nestle it and move my head like I couldn't get comfortable. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also funny as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can separate my male parent was trying to push aside this, but my activeness were persistent. My curiosity, to say the least, definitely got to the topper of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my short circuit dark-brown hair and cheeks, even caressing my slope as he usually would. This time, however, his handwriting found itself down to my buttocks. I remember instinctively pressing back against his turgid, warm, gentle touch when it reached my ass."Daddy,"I whispered."Yeah, son ?"He replied, straining to halt 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 yearn sigh and said something I don't really commend what. I just recall that he also said,"mulct. Sit up."



I behaved for him because he was giving me something I had incidentally pestered him about. Something boy shouldn't be curious 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 pants. He shuffled a small on the couch and it seemed like such a relief to him when he parted the push of his jeans and let it fall escaped. I remember the range of his bulging white-haired boxers just burnt into my memory. The strain so perfectly etched across thin fabric. I wanted to pass on out and touch it, but he wasn't done. My begetter then slipped the waistband of his Boxer down beneath his large, fully bulls. I was equally impressed with them as I was with the crown gem above it. So voiceless, yet indulgent. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some fuzz at the base, and on his sac. That, and his was huge. His shaft honestly is an average 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a behemoth stopcock. No one could convince me otherwise at the time.



I was instantly in lovemaking with it. My mouth was in love feast in aw of that turncock, my father's dick. I was even more surprised when a beadwork of this liquid like substance formed from the slit at the top. His precum."I like it."I said, not really for certain what else to say. I mean, I had finally seen it, what was there to say ? I really did like seeing my Father's phallus for the first clock 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 bead of precum was sliding down the head of his stopcock. I think I was afraid to contact it, that, and he moved his bridge player to take mine away, but for some reason he didn't. Not only was I seeing my father's penis for the inaugural time, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My senses were on overdrive. My judgment 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 man being, albeit his ten year old son, touching his penis for the first clip in probably a year awoken something in him. His cock throbbed, and 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 hand from the foundation to let me touch his balls and have more of his dick to explore. They felt so hard, but I enjoyed the flexibility of his ball sack and rolling them in with my finger. 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 Saame proud that I'd be just like my daddy in this way. 



"Go ahead son,"he said and then took a drop-off of that precum onto the tip of his index finger finger and brought it to my backtalk. I took it into my rima oris and sucked on his finger just enough to taste that slightly sweet and salty commixture. I liked it. I told him so even, and he said if I wanted to, I could lick his phallus. So, I did. I leaned down and began, from balls to tip to lick my father's hard cock. I remember giggling when his balls rolled from my tongue and also giving the tip a kiss after receiving another drop of precum to taste. I was so excited that I bit his hawkshaw, gently, but it made him heave and swat my lips away. He said to be gentle with it, not to use my teeth. If I was going to train it in my mouth, that I should wet-nurse, not bite. 



So, here I was, ten years old and alone with my beginner on the redact sucking slowly on the question of his penis. It was vast and hard to take on in at initiative, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would moan and I would suck on his peter more because of it. I liked being able to please my father like this. I couldn't take him in too deep, only about an in, and even then I doubt I was great, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my Kuki and cheeks. Encouraging me. He even slipped his strong hand into my drawers and began to caress the tip of his fingerbreadth along my little boy gob. I stopped sucking when I felt this, but it wasn't a bad tone and he didn't prod into me, just rub. I felt like I was receiving a warmly gift for sucking on his gumshoe, so I just kept sucking and licking. 



When my tongue was tracing the curve of the large nervure that runs down the center of my father's cock, it began to pulse and he moaned louder, groaning with the deepest vocalisation 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 cream stab onto my facial expression and hair, and some dripping down his tool. I thought it was like pre-cum so I licked at the tip as he was cumming, but the taste was a little more turn than I would have wanted. I swallowed what was in my lip, but opted not to bother with the rest. I remember thinking of rotted fish when I tasted his cum. Salty didn't come to mind, but that would bear been a better description. 



He slouched down and shook the eternal rest of the cum from his cock, well-nigh of it landing on my human face as I licked at his right wing testicle. I don't know what he said, but he chuckled and wiped the cum from my boldness. After his member began to withdraw, he pulled his boxers and pants back up and helped clean house me up. He then thanked me, kissed me on the back talk and said that he loved his son and wished me a good night, fresh ambition, the totally ordeal. He did that every night, 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 stopping point 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 excuse sexual acts between youth and adults. This story was just my personal experience .