At 13 years old, spending a thoroughly office of my summer with a break-dance arm was not ideal, but what choice did I hold ? It was my own fault ; I 'd slid into home hard, intending to cream the catcher if he did n't get out of my way. He did n't, and I did cream him, but when he fell, it was directly on my right arm. I 'd never felt that much pain before !

But the painfulness pills made up for that, after the pearl was set and my arm put in a roll. Thankfully I did n't make to worry about schoolhouse, but for at least a twin weeks, my bodily process would be limited. I know a lot of kids my age would let been felicitous to have an excuse to stay inside, reading comics and watching TV, or to spend all day on the computing device, but that just was n't me. I liked those things, but only sparingly. I 'd rather be alfresco running and playing.

I guess that 's why I 'm in pretty good flesh, for a kid. trimming and muscular, but not pumped up like those ridiculous looking guys in the musculus cartridge clip. I stood about 5'6 '', weighed 140, and liked playing fate of different sports. Baseball was my favorite, but I ran cross-country and played association football, too. I thought when I got a piffling older I 'd look into football, but was n't sure yet.

The first duet of mean solar day without the use of my predominant arm was an inconvenience, especially when I finally needed a bathroom badly enough that my mom put her metrical foot down. The doctor had said I could bathe or shower, but that I had to keep the cast dry. I knew I 'd call for help getting clean, which was why I was avoiding it as long as possible ; it was too embarrassing to be naked in forepart of someone else.

Mom, though, finally said decent is enough, and told me in no uncertain price that right after dinner party, I was going to shower down. Dad said he would help me, and I figured that would at least be less embarrassing since we 're both guys. Still, I was n't looking forward to it.
After dinner, Dad and I went upstairs to see if we could figure out how to do this. I needed something to cover my arm to keep the hurl dry, but we were at a loss. Dad had some credit card, but it was a big tarp and he did n't want to cut it if he could debar it. Mom was the one who came up with the idea of using a bread bag. One was n't quite long enough, but by using two together, overlapped, we were able to micturate it shape just right. Dad lightly taped the end over my upper arm, and we were set.

We thought a Bath might be well, but then Dad said `` You know what ? I need a cascade too, so why do n't we just get in together. You can lave most of yourself and I 'll get what you ca n't. And I do n't have to interest about getting wet anyway. ``

So that 's what we did. Now Dad is 6'3 '', and also pretty athletic. At 37 he was n't in tip top shape, but he still worked out and we played a lot together, so he was in advantageously shape than well-nigh of my friends'dads.

With Dad 's supporter, I got undressed and adjusted the weewee, then got in the shower. Dad got undressed and joined me just as I was getting my pilus wet to get down washing it. We chatted about normal things while dad squirted some shampoo into my remaining hand, and laughed as I clumsily judge washing it with one hand.

'' Let me help you with that, champ, '' he said, smiling. I grinned and relaxed while he gently, but firmly, massaged my scalp getting the pilus clean. I stood under the rain shower oral sex and he rinsed my whisker, making certain to get all the soap out. Once completed, my center were clear and spread for the foremost prison term since Dad had gotten in.

I 'm not a stupid kid ; I knew that at just 13 my own 4.5 '' dick ( when it was hard ) was tiny compared to what an grownup would give, but I was absolutely shocked at what my Dad was sporting ! It had to be 7 '', and he was n't even hard. And it was thick ! I was in mid-sentence, talking about my plans for the succeeding day, when I saw it and stumbled over the word of honor. Dad noticed.

'' What 's wrong, Harry ? '' he asked, grinning. He 'd seen where I 'd looked just before tripping over my tongue.

'' Um, nothing Dad. ``

'' Are you surprised at how bombastic I am ... down there ? ``

'' Uh ... yea, I guess. I knew you 'd be bigger than me, but I did n't have it off it 'd be that a good deal bigger. ``

I was soft at the instant, which Dad noticed, and he asked `` So how big are you when you 're erect ? You get hard-on, right ? ``

'' Yes sir, '' I answered. `` I 'm about four-and-a-half inches. ``

'' That 's about the size I was when I was your age. I really filled out when I was 16 or 17, I reckon. ``

'' How big is it when you 're ... uh, erect ? '' I asked, curious.

'' Hm, I guess about 8 inch, and about 6 inches around. Have you started playing with yourself yet ? ``

'' Dad ! '' I exclaimed, reddening. `` Do n't ask me that ! ``

'' Why not ? '' he asked, laughing again. `` Son, there 's nothing at all unseasonable with jerking off. At your age I was doing it 2 or 3 meter a day, and I did n't stop until ... well, hell, I still do even now. Not as often, but a man 's got ta do what a man 's got ta do, right ? ``

I was still too abash to answer my Dad 's question, but of course I 'd been masturbating for about a year. And like Dad, I could go two or 3 multiplication a day. More, probably, if I tried. I got even more hinder when I realized that just thinking about it now was getting me hard. I tried to hide it, but some matter ca n't be hidden when you 're horse naked in a humble cascade with your dad.

'' Well, you never answered, but I see from your, uh, reaction, '' he said, pointing down, `` that the solvent would be 'yes', right ? '' He was having such a good time about this, darn it !

'' Yes sir, '' I mumbled. Yes, I was embarrassed, but it was kind of funny remark, and I could n't help but grin at him. Then a sickening realization came over me, and my Dad must suffer caught my expression.

'' Oh, shite ! '' he said. `` You 're the right way handed. You are going to have a hell of a time taking care of that, are n't you ? '' I nodded, suddenly sadder than I 'd been in a spell. `` Well, you can try using your left hand. It 'll require some getting used to, but if you 're motivated, and it looks like you are horselaugh, you 'll figure it out. ``

'' Yea, maybe. I just ca n't do anything else with my left hand. I do n't bed if I 'll get that figured out or not. ``

'' Oh, it should be that hard, '' he said. `` Ha-ha, no pun intended. Seriously, just grip it like you normally would, take it slow up, and you should be fine. '' As he said this, he took his hawkshaw in his leftfield hand and gave himself a few chance event, demonstrating how easy it would be. I was shocked that he did that so openly, and even more aghast to see it twitch and start to grow. In almost not time, it was sticking straight out, pointing at me.

'' Oops, '' he said, not sounding at all like he meant it. `` I guess I got a little carried away. Anyway, move over it a try, see what you think. ``

I did n't have it off if he meant later, when I was alone in bed, or to just screen it out a fiddling right hand there, but deiced that since he 'd done it, I could too. I gripped my cock lightly with my left mitt and gave it a few experimental tugs. It felt unearthly, and a little bunglesome, but it felt good after going a few days without, and I got the touch that I would get the hang of it in short order.

'' That 's it, see ? You should be hunky-dory, '' Dad encouraged. `` Do you eject when you fetch up ? ``

I was beyond being embarrassed at this stop, so I just answered him. `` A petty. I did n't used to at all, but lately there 's a small measure of semen. '' I was showing off my knowledge of the words that I learned in sex-ed.

'' Not bad, '' he said. `` I was probably 14 before I really started ejaculating. The world-class time, I had no thought what had happened and was surprised as inferno. I even tasted it to see what it was. ``

'' Tasted it ? ! '' I exclaimed, surprised. `` Oh, gross ! '' In one way, it did vocalize pure to hear him say that, but the truth is I was tasting mine now and then as well. I was always too afraid to savor a lot of it, though. I would just put the tip of my tongue on the wet spot on my hand.
'' What 's consummate about it ? It 's from your own consistency, and one day you 're going to want a adult female to take it in her oral fissure. You should at least know what it 's like yourself before asking her to do that. And really, it 's not so bad once you get used to it. ``

I figured right then and there I was going to get a really good gustatory sensation of mine the next prison term I jacked off. Maybe that night.

The unhurt time we 'd been talking, we 'd also been continuing to lave, and we were just finishing up. Dad and I were both still erect when we stepped out of the shower and dried off.

'' well, Sport, it 's not a good time of month for your mom to help me with this, so I 'm going to take guardianship of it myself. I see you still need to rent care of yours, so you can either go to your elbow room, or abide here and we 'll do it together. Whataya say ? ``

I was dumbfounded, but also curious as to how my Dad jerked off, how much he would gush, etc. `` I 'll continue, if that 's okay. ``

Dad winked at me, and leaned against the sink. He took his putz in hand and started jerking off. I watched, spellbound, for a little bit, then remembered that I needed relief too. I put the toilet lid down and sat on it, which put my right in line to learn my dad while I played with myself.

It was still awkward with my give hand at first, but soon I got the rhythm method, and things were going well. I kept watching Dad and how he played, firstly tugging and pulling, then rubbing the head. I realized that he was spreading wet stuff, what the guys at schoolhouse called pre-cum, around. Dad noticed I was watching, and said `` It really feels good when you have some lubrication. ``

At my age, I did n't have much in the way of pre-cum, and certainly not enough to spread around, but I knew I could use lotion if I wanted to. But I also knew that lotion would deflower the probability to try out my semen when I spurted, so I did n't want to use that. I just kept playing, watching Dad.

I noticed that Dad 's pre-cum, authorise when it was leaking from his dick headway, would get worked into a froth by his script. At one point, Dad looked at it, raised his hand to his mouth and licked some of the juice off. He winked at me and went back to it.

'' That 's not fair, '' I said. `` I do n't give any to sleek me up with, or to taste. ``

'' wellspring, here, '' my Dad said, moving his hand. `` Get some of mine. You can taste it or use it however you like. ``

'' Thanks, Dad ! '' Somehow it did n't appear wrong to reach over, take away my dad 's cock in my handwriting, and rub it to get some of his pre-cum. I noticed a fresh drop cloth at the brain, and used my thumb to wipe it off. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it, then tasted it and thought it was n't so bad. I licked it off, and liked it.

Dad was looking at me, and still had n't gone back to playing with himself, so I reached back over and rubbed him some more. I was amazed at how big he was ; I could n't get my fingers complete around him. I wiped off more than of his pre-cum and tasted it again, and without thinking twice went right back to his peter. By this sentence, Dad had stood up from the sinkhole and moved closer to me and facing me. Now his big dick was proper in strawman of my face.
'' You can lap up it right from the tip, if you want, '' Dad offered. He was still smiling, but it seemed like his smile was besotted. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, and licked a big smear of pre-cum rightfulness off the read/write head of his dick. In the back of my thinker, something was saying this made me queer, but I did n't deal. I 'd concern about that later.

I swallowed that bit, and stuck out my tongue to lick him again. As I did, Dad pushed forward slightly, causing the head to bump first my spit, then my lip. He did n't go away, and neither did I ; I variety of liked the feeling. With his dick head still resting on my lips, I raised my eyes and met his. I intuitively knew that the look in his oculus was lust.
I felt him pressing forward, not emphatic but insistent. I parted my lip and he entered my mouth first one, then two, then three inches. I was n't indisputable how far he thought he 'd be able to get, but I started to panic a little and leaned back. At first he followed, then he too backed up a little, so that again just the capitulum was in my mouth. Then he gently pushed forward and I leaned in to meet him. The same three column inch went in, then out, then back in. With each thrust, he would push a little further, and I felt a little more comfortable with it.

'' Oh, Harry, you do n't have intercourse how good that spirit. '' I got a chill of pleasure knowing I made my Dad tactile property that good. He continued to thrust in and out, and before lone I was able to take away as practically as five in. I knew that was my limitation, though ; I could sense him hitting the back of my throat, and I knew I 'd gag if he tried to go further. Fortunately, he must have realized that because he did n't try to go any further.

He was really leak pre-cum now, and it was wet and slobbery all in my mouth and even running down my chin. I was trying to swallow as I sucked him, but I could n't get it all.
While still thrusting in and out, suddenly Dad gripped his shaft with his hand, and moved it along with my backtalk up and down his shaft. He was panting inadequate, immediate breaths, and his heart were starting to glaze over over. His thrusting got quicker, then I felt him tense up and his hammer well up even full-grown in my mouth. At what had to be the absolute survive instant, he pulled out, still jerking, and grunted as he came, spurting his seminal fluid on my expression and chest. Some hit my still outdoors mouth and I reflexively swallowed, then licked what was around my rim and on my mentum. The gustatory perception was interesting ; not particularly practiced, but not really utter either. It had a weird after-taste, though, and I could n't quite put my fingerbreadth on what it felt like on the back of my throat.

nearly of it hit me in the chest, and dripped down to my still hard putz. I 'd become so engrossed in sucking my Dad 's dick, I 'd blank out all about my needs. When he was done coming, though, my Dad picked me up off the gutter, then sat down himself and positioned me in front of him. He licked his cum off my chest, and continued licking down until he got to my hawkshaw. After cleaning up all his cum off of me, he took me in his mouth and quickly bobbed his psyche up and down. I 'd been worked up enough that I came almost immediately, and could distinguish that I 'd squirted more this time than usual. It still was n't lots, and Dad swallowed it without problem.

My knees had become week from the orgasm, and I was a little shaky. Dad turned me and sat me on his lap, and hugged me tightly. `` That was big, Harry, and I hope you enjoyed it. ``

'' I did, Dad, '' I mumbled, still stunned by everything.

'' goodness. Now this has to be our little secret, but if you want to do it again sometime, we can, okay ? ``

I nodded. `` Yea, Dad, I 'd like that ! '' I said, and think of it.

I could find Dad 's dick under my hindquarters as I sat on his lap, and I thought I felt it twinge. `` OK, son, '' he said `` but for now, let 's get you cleaned up again. ''