The Talk of S-x!

The Talk

I remember this like yesterday, I was around thirteen or fourteen at the time. Dad started to drive the car down a old closed off road and into a field of trees. He killed the engine, then turned to me. He'd been acting strange the whole ride.

"Well, son, I guess you're wondering why I brought you out here." I had a pretty good idea: the dreaded sex talk. He scratched his chin. He seemed like he didn't know how to begin or what to say.

"Shit," he said, looking out the window. "You know, I used to bring your mom out here when we were in high school." He turned to me . "In fact, it was your mom who suggested I have a talk with you."

"About what?" I said, and as much as I wanted to avoid this awkwark conversation.
"You're at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes. You know what I'm saying?"

"Sex, right?" I said. A sly smirk spread across my dad's face.

"Yep that's right. And I just womdered if you had any questions. You know, if you were confused about anything."

"No, not really."

"Well, you're pretty grown up now. I'd already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick." He laughed. There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad screwing mom in the back seat.

"So, have you ever done anything yet...like, with a girl?" he asked, nervously rubbing his hands.
"No," I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I'd been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend JJim.

"Not even with Mia?"

"No way." Mis was girl I'd hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason got the idea that she was my girlfriend.

"So...do you mastur -- I mean, do you jerk off?"

"Dad!" I said. Then I realized he was just trying to talk to me like a friend. "Yeah, I do. A lot, actually."

"That's good, son. That's healthy. You know, I still do it too. In fact, I've keep some PLAYBOY and PENTHOUSE magazines in the bedroom closet, and you're welcome to use them any time you want."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I mean, as long as I'm not using them." The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick. I started to get hard. There was a weird tension. Dad shifted in his seat.

"And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too."......."Join you?"

..."Yeah. When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the soccer team and we used to get together and mess around. You know, just guy stuff." Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual. I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.

"Well, sometimes my friend Jim and I mess around," I admitted. Dad didn't look very surprised.

"You guys beat off together?"....

..."Yeah. Sometimes we do other stuff." Dad's cock was cvisibly hard ! straining against his pants.

"Damn, I miss those days."

..."Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime," I said, my excitement . My heart was beating out of my chest.

"Well have you ever seen a grown man's...?" He indicated to the snake in his trousers. ....

.."No," I croaked....

...."It might be instructive...you know, just to get an idea of what you'll look like when you're older." ...

.."Okay dad."

The car seat squeaked as dad undid his pants. He was wearing boxers . He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock. ...

...My eyes widened. Of course I'd seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked it in his palm. He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt. ...

... "Wow," I said. His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows. Dad held his handsome cock so it stood up straight at attention.

..."You can feel it, if you want to," he said. I looked up at him. He had a serious look to me as if to say, It's okay...

..I then reached over and took his dick in my hand. It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Jim's that I was kind of mesmerized by it. I felt his hot, hairy balls as I held them in my palm. Dad put his head back on the seat. He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.

...I slid my fist up to hod his thick, fat shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock - head, already I leaking with juice. Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his large cock. He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.

"Feels so good," "So Damn good "\he said. "Take yours out, too." I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable Five -inch dick. It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.

"Nice cock," my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his. He started to reach over. "May I?" I nodded my head. He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently. It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad. His hand, calloused hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat football and w hen I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be. While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine. I was as turned on as I'd ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.

"Fun, huh?" dad whispered huskily into my ear. I groaned and moaned, as Dad's hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick." I did the same to him. Oh , yeah, !" We were now in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments. His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other's pieces.

Soon we were both close...way too close. I had to knock Dad's hand away from my dick. We both fell back into our seats, panting.

Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting a glow on the horizon. Dad looked over at me. We were both still rock hard.

..."Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?"

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