I also believe it is something you are born as.
I also believe it is something you are born as.
That comic artist Josman has some really hot comics!
I do enjoy me some Josman. We need more posted in this thread!
Here's my story, it isn't nearly as interesting as what I've read here, but here it goes.
My dad always got me excited, he's a big man, unlike me, I'm skinny (my mother's family heritage I suppose). He used to be pretty muscular, but now he has a bit of a tummy. Nevertheless, he's really masculine and tall. Taller than me. I remember as a child that I took showers with him when we were on holiday. I was amazed at the size of his penis, it was large and thick and it had dark hair all around it. To me it looked huge, because I was like 5 years old and his penis was at eye level. I sometimes pulled on it while we were showering, it didn't have any sexual meaning, I just thought it was funny. And so did my dad, he never got an erection or something.
When I hit puberty I found out I was gay, but it wasn't until I turned 19 that I came out for it. We had only one very small bathroom in our house and my dad and I shared it sometimes. He had to work early and I had to go to school early. So he was standing in the shower and I was brushing my teeth or doing my hair. There was a non-transparent shower curtain, so I never really saw him naked. But the thought of him standing naked on the other side of the curtain arroused me. I must have been 17 or 18 when it happened. He was showering and I was standing in front of the sink. Dad had run out of showergel, so he asked me if I could get another bottle from the drawer in the bedroom. When I returned he opened the shower curtain completely and I gave him the showergel. I glanced at his penis, he had a semi-hardon. It was hanging down, but you could tell it wasn't flaccid. Before I knew it he closed the curtain again, but I was horny as hell. I jacked off many times thinking of that image.
When I was about 20 I remember being home alone, watching tv in the living room. My dad just came home from work and went upstairs to change his clothes. At that moment the phone rang, it was one of his colleagues. So I yelled upstairs that he should come to the phone. He came down in only his tight briefs. He had a raging boner! It must have been really hard, his dick pushed the band of his briefs a little outward. I tried not to stare at it constantly, but it was there right in front of my face. I had also have a boner in my pants, watching him stand there with his massive erection. I have a 7" dick, his looked a little bit bigger than mine, but the proportions seemed to be the same. After he hung up the phone, he went back upstairs to change.
Two years ago we all went on a holiday to Egypt. My parents, my brother and his wife and my boyfriend and me. One night, we decided to go party in the city. My dad is quite a party animal so he joined us. My mother and my boyfriend were tired so they stayed at the hotel. We were getting quite drunk, eventually my brother and his wife took a cab and returned to the hotel while my dad and I kept on partying.
At the end of the night we took a cab home, the cab driver was making some sexual jokes and my father (drunk as he was) replied that he was the best pussy licker in the world. I laughed, but I was also a bit embarrased. We were both sitting in the back of the car, suddenly he placed his hand on my upper leg and began to gently stroke it. An electric pulse shot through my spine, that gentle touch by his big hand felt so hot! He kept on stroking my leg while he was chatting with the cab driver, eventually I placed my hand on his bare upper leg (he was wearing shorts) and returned the favor. When I looked down I saw that my dad had an erection. Combined with the alcohol, my head felt light and I slowly and very carefully slid my hand higher on his leg, so that eventually I very lightly touched his balls (through his shorts) with my pinky everytime I stroked him. My dad stopped stroking my leg, instead he began squeezing it lightly. Maybe I turned him on as well? I don't know.
Anyway, before I knew it we reached our hotel and we had to get out of the car. When I opened the door and got out, I let the full length of his penis slide through my hand, it felt magical. I placed my arm around his shoulder and together we stumbled to our rooms who were right next to each other. At the door my dad hugged me, he pressed me tight against him. He had one hand around my upper body, the other firmly on one of my butt cheecks. I felt his hard dick press against mine. He kissed me on my cheek and entered his room. I entered mine, flabbergasted about what just happened. I already knew my father was a hugger-type, but it went a step further when he got drunk. Unfortunately, nothing more happened that holiday and I don't know if he even remembered it the day after haha.
^very interesting. And seems real, unlike half the shit people write here.
Yes otaku031 thanks for the great story and YES it was nice to read something real for a change.
otaku031 - actually that was a really beautiful story.
...better left to have it ended in the way that it did.
"Do what you love."
I have lurked in this thread for some time now and read everyone's posts. I have to say that with some stories, you just know they are real when you read them. Same for pictures. I know, at least. But most are obviously fictitious. This is what I have to share. Be warned it doesn't end well. I wrote about the bad parts and the good parts, but I couldn't really write about it at all if I didn't include both.
I used to have sex with my dad. It started when I was a teenager. I stayed with him in the summers, and he tried to give me his version of “the talk” one year. He asked if had any girlfriends. I told him no, and he said “Well, do you bat for the other team?” But stupidly I didn’t know what that meant. He asked it kind of mockingly anyway, and in retrospect I think my mom told him about me (she knew I was gay). This was a really embarrassing thing to be asked, and I let it drop from there.
One night about three weeks later I was at dad’s house watching an adult channel on TV and there was a straight porn on. The guy had a really gigantic dick, fucking this blonde woman on the hood of a car, and I was watching it on the couch, under the covers, hard as a rock, trying to be quiet. I thought my dad was asleep in the other room, but he walked in quietly and said “Whatcha watchin?” and it freaked me out so I turned the TV off, dropped the remote, and acted like I was asleep, which in retrospect I’m sure looked really funny to him.
I know this sounds bad, but I had started drinking beer when I was a young teen, and had been drinking for a long time at this point, so my dad came back a couple minutes later with some beers and turned the TV back on. He was watching the same thing and I was still pretending to be asleep. He said “Son, it’s ok to watch a girly show (he always called porn the “girly shows”).”
I opened my eyes and said “I thought you’d be mad.” And he said “I’m only mad if you don’t share. Want one?”
So I took a beer and drank it as we watched porn together.
After opening the beer, for some reason, my next response was “Please don’t tell mom!” even though mom had given me beer before, and he laughed and said “I won’t.” I knew but somehow didn’t know (if that makes sense) that what I was asking him to keep quiet wasn’t really about the beer at all.
I sat up, enormously hard and throbbing, but my body was still covered. I noticed my dad unbutton his pants and lean back in the chair, and he noticed me noticing. He said “Gotta unbutton, old Charlie is growing.” I sheepishly said, “I’m hard too” and watched his eyes.
He started talking about how it was a shame that you couldn’t find a good woman these days, and that his dick stayed hard all the time, and he had nobody to suck it. I still did not realize where that line of conversation could lead, because I really was a naÔve young idiot. I asked if I could see his dick. This time it was he who said “don’t tell your mom.” I said no, no, I wouldn’t tell her.
He pulled down his jeans and I saw his boner through his tighty whities. It laid sideways like a banana would. I was trembling and nervous and so excited and horny, but I was still fully clothed. I was very obviously staring at his stuff and when I looked up he said “You gonna take your pants off?”
My heart was beating insanely fast, and I stood up and took off my pants. I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts with video game characters on them. He asked “Are you gonna take those off?” and I said “I want to see yours first.” He giggled and pulled out his hard dick, without taking off his underwear.
“Can I take them off?” I asked.
“Go ahead,” he said. He sat down in the chair, and I came over, trembling and shaking and horny as hell, and pulled his underwear off. He wiggled as I pulled them down. I was so careful with them that in retrospect it looks stupid.
“Can I touch it?” I asked, and he said yes, to use spit. This was when I jerked my dad off for the first time. But I’m skipping ahead too soon…
I was still super horny, so I jerked him off slowly and clumsily, and asked all kinds of odd teenager questions such as “Are you gay?” to which his response was a simple “no.”
I loved having his hard, thick, hairy cock in my hands. In retrospect, it was about the same size as mine (6ish inches), but it felt enormous and warm and smelled delicious. When he said he was about to cum, I asked if I could suck it and he said no, just to keep jerking him. I did as I was told and asked “do you like that?” as he was cumming, when the answer would have been obvious to anyone older. He came, and I kept some of the cum that had landed on my hands to jerk off with. I jerked off on the couch as he recovered in the chair.
After I came, I immediately felt guilty and ashamed and I hid under the covers again, with only my head poking out. I changed the channel. He was sitting up, staring at the TV, with his underwear pulled down to his feet still. He looked like he was kind of in a daze, just staring straight ahead. I was prepared not to speak at all, ever again. He spoke first.
“Thanks son. I needed that. I guess you really are a queer.” I felt hurt, but he said it really lightly, as though it were an OK thing to say to your son.
“Next time I got to get you,” was the next thing he said, as he was walking to his room.
I jerked off again that night about an hour later as I was lying on the couch thinking about what had just happened. He was asleep in the other room.
The next morning I woke up in the middle of the day, and my dad was already gone to work. I took a shower and jerked off again in the shower. I was so horny but every time, immediately after I jerked off, I felt guilty. It was summer, and normally I'd go out and find something to do, or hang out with one of my friends who lived close by, but I did not leave the house at all that day. I felt dirty and thrilled, but mostly dirty, and I thought if I went outside people would somehow know what had happened. When my dad finally came home, I didn’t speak to him at all. He was the one to initiate the conversation that first day. After about ten minutes of wandering around the house, out of the blue he said, “Are we gonna do what we did last night, again?”
I had been thinking only about whether or not we would ever do that again, but I was too shy to ask. I responded, “I want to suck you.” He giggled, but I was serious. I wanted to suck my dad’s dick. And I would.
Basically from that point on I stayed with my dad more often, and we did a lot of stuff over the next few years. Sometimes if I was staying with mom and we wanted to fuck, we would get a hotel. We’d fuck on the hotel bed until we both came, then I’d lay there holding my dad’s limp dick and balls until we both recovered, and then we'd shower and I’d go home. Nobody ever knew. My senior year of high school was when I moved in with him and we became live-in fuck buddies as well as father and son. Once I tried to suck his dick while he was driving, but it was just too cumbersome so we stopped and got a hotel room, even though we were living together, because he liked the idea of having quick sex in a hotel room. This was actually where I first learned the phrase “no-tell motel.” Lame, I know.
I was a gay teenager having very pleasurable sex every other day, if not every day or sometimes twice a day. And I was perfectly comfortable with my body and my partner's body. We could mention anything to see if the other wanted to do it, and it was amazing from my viewpoint then.
There was no better feeling than having your dad’s dick inside you. I just loved laying in bed with my legs up and having him enter me and stay there for a couple minutes, holding my legs up with his hands while his lubed dick was hard and pulsing inside my asshole. He said I felt better than a woman, and I remember him saying that. It was the most awesome sexual feeling I had ever experienced, and remains so. I felt like I gave my dad something he wanted. Taking a shower together was the next best thing. He normally didn’t like anal play but he let me play with his ass when we were in the shower, and standing behind him sort of hugging him while scrubbing his chest is such a horny memory. I know it’s wrong, but it felt so awesome, better than any other man I’ve ever been with, and I still can’t explain why. I know for the vast majority of people, it sounds unbelievable, or sick, or gross. I know that very, very well, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happened.
And I also know this reads like fiction. I nearly completed my degree in modern literature, so for better or worse, anything I write sounds like fiction (sometimes, even my grocery lists look like jumbled poetry). Nothing has happened between me and my dad since I was about 23 (he got remarried and has a new family—I rarely see him these days since they moved West), so I don’t have any proof whatsoever, but I swear this is true. If I would have thought to take pictures, I definitely would have asked if I could have done that. I hear stories like mine from time to time online, but I never see pictures or videos of father/son encounters, and I can understand why – during these types of encounters with your dad, you just never think to ask “wait a minute, can I take pictures of your dick?” I know it never once crossed my mind, and we had sex hundreds or thousands of times over the course of about 7 years.
It has been a few years since the last sexual encounter with my father. I have spoken about those years with a therapist, at length, actually, and I do not feel that it was abuse in the regular sense of the word, because I was in my teens when it began, and I knew what sex was, and what I was doing. In retrospect, I do recognize that the power-play between a parent and a child is something that is crucially fragile and can very easily become fucked up and ruin a relationship permanently, whether the child is 6 months, 6 years, or 16 years old. I was in a four-year relationship with a psychologist, and our relationship ended basically because of all the psycho-emotional problems I still have from this relationship.
I don’t think the sex I had with my father was as pure and fun and “consensual” as proponents of incest or child abuse would make it seem, yet I also don’t think it was as dirty, evil, and sick as some child (or teen) advocates would make it seem, either. I was not a child. It was not child molestation, like you normally think of it at least. And it also wasn’t consensual sex like you normally think of it – after all, he was still my father. Gay incest has shed some of the particular concerns and issues that straight incest retains, such as the prohibition based on reproductive abnormalities. My parents were already divorced, so my dad was not cheating on anybody like somebody in this thread mentioned, but I still felt as though I were betraying my mother, even when I was still young and didn’t really have the type of mental tools to know what that meant. If I lived my life over, I can say with as much certainty as possible that I would not do it again under any circumstance, because on the whole, it has had a negative effect on my life, career, and relationships—after you’ve had sex with your dad, sex with anyone else is automatically difficult, from an emotional standpoint. The sex with my father was the best I’ve ever had, perhaps because it was some of the first, but that is not worth the other psychological effects that linger on for the rest of your life. The fact that it feels good physically adds to the emotional and spiritual pain, grief and anger. How are you supposed to feel when something that feels good also hurts so terribly?
Therapy helps a great deal and has saved many people’s lives, especially those people whose incest stories involve violence or young children. But even years and therapy and medications cannot fully erase or treat the lingering after effects in many people. I can say with more context than probably anybody else can that sex with one’s parent, on the whole, in general, and in all circumstances, is better left to the realm of fantasy or role-play only. There are hundreds like me out there, and I am one of the luckiest ones, having assembled a decent life out of the ruins left of my mind and soul.
^Wow. It was a hot story and then a reality check. I completely believe you, and I hope you are able to recover from the emotional and psychological scars those years have left you.
It must be really hard to do something that gives you pleasure but that also gives you so much guilt, I know about it, it happened to me when I was a teenager discovering I was gay. Now doing things with your father just makes it that much difficult I suppose.
I had an incest experience as well. I had posted it about it before but not in full detail. It was with my cousin sister's husband. He was a father figure to me due to the 15 years gap. I could see how CallMeMissAmerica could not differentiate the fuckbuddy and the dad in his father sometimes. Shall elaborate in detail when I get back from the gaybar in the city tonight =)
I've never had a father fantasy, but my father was very good looking when he was younger. He's very straight and macho too, if he was gay it might be different.
One time I found a guy online and I went to his place. He offered me a drink first and we sat in his living room. He was probably in his early 50's. His son came home and his son was a really hot guy. I thought it was cool that he had a guy over with his son at home. His son said hi and went on to his room.
This guy had a very fat and big dick. He tried to fuck my, but it was really big and he had a condom on and he could not get hard enough to stick it in, so we just blew each other. Anyway I asked him if he had seen his son naked. His son was straight by the way. He said he had seen his son naked and his son had a big dick too.
In his autumn, before the winter, comes man's last mad surge of youth
Iíve never told anyone about my incest experiences before, and if they sound contrived I assure you it really happened. Even though it wasnít with my father here it is anyway. My first experience was when I was 5 shortly after my father died. I can look back now and see how I was desperately looking for a father figure. It started with an uncle who was 16 or 17 at the time. Everyday my mother would leave for work at 4 am and I would go to my grandmotherís house. Typically there was always someone there so I would be put into a bed usually with someone already sleeping in it. I remember snuggling up to him for warmth and feeling his hard dick. I asked him what it was and he showed me. I know being so small everything seems gigantic but he has an extremely large dick, at least 10 in. So I asked if I could touch it, and he said ok. I remember basically just playing with it, trying to get both hands to reach around the entire thing, which I couldnít. I can remember his scent being something that sticks in my mind. He never got off when I did this, for me I was very curious, for him Iím sure the thrill of having another person touch his dick was his reasoning. I never felt bad about that and I donít feel like I was abused or taken advantage of, Iím the one who initiated it after all. This happened several times that year, but nothing ever went further than just me touching him.
When I was 6 or 7 I had a real bad case of hero worship for an older cousin of mine. He was the kind of guy every young boy would look up to. Tall, handsome and he had a wicked sense of humor. He drove hot rods and motorcycles, had a different girl every weekend and was a real rascal that everyone seemed to fall in love with. He was always doing something he shouldnít and he never seemed to get in trouble. I would spend the weekend at my aunts house sometimes and I would get to sleep in his basement room with him, which I thought was cool, having its own entrance and kitchen and bathroom. It seemed very grownup to me at the time. One time when I was staying over I woke up and caught him jacking off, I asked him what he was doing and he told me. Then he asked me to do it for him. I did without hesitation, I thought at the time it would be like before with my uncle. That was the first time I saw a guy shoot cum, I remember it flying every where when he came. So this happened a few times and things seemed fine. Then one time I was over he asked if he could stick his dick in my ass, I was nervous because he had a rather thick cock, Iíd say it was 7 in and pretty thick, I had to use both hands when I jacked him off if that gives you an idea. So he told me to lay face down on his bed and he straddled me, he began to shove the head in, it hurt so bad, I cried for him to stop but he didnít. He ended up getting it all the way in and proceeded to fuck me really hard for about 5 mins before he shot in my ass, to me it felt like forever. I remember afterwards going into his huge walk in closet and laying down in the dark feeling very hollow inside, I was probably in shock. After that I didnít ask to go spend the night at my aunts anymore. Several years later when I was around 10 or 11 he was moving across country and stopped at our house to spend the night. Of course he ended up sleeping in my bed with me, and during the night he asked me if I remembered when he fucked me, then made me suck him off. He was pretty much as brutal during that too; forcing it down my throat till I gagged and making me swallow his cum. It was humiliating. Even though these 2 events were in my mind abuse; I never told anyone. I was ashamed and embarrassed even though on some level I still loved him. Plus the thought of what my whole family would think was pretty intimidating as well. I think about it now and I wonder just how much itís truly affected me, even though I hated what happened at the time now when ever a guy forcefully fucks me or if a guy is rough when Iím sucking his dick I pretty much get off on it hard coreÖweird but true.
I have just read your story CallMeMissAmerica and it gave me things to think about. I have posted my stories before in this thread and I admit that they were more fantasy than fiction, but not true. I realised about 5 or 6 years ago that I had sexual feelings for my son, who was in his early twenties at the time. I never let him know this in a direct way but I have instigated various conversations around the subject of dads and sons fooling around together to see what his reaction would be. Most time he made sounds of disgust but never really engaged with me on the subject. Just like in your post, I have wished that we could look at porn together and hopefully that would get us jerking off together and eventually exploring each otherís bodies. Well it never happened but the desire for it has never left me. Having read your post I now feel relieved that nothing happened with my son. I love him very much and I could not live with myself if he consented to sexual activities with me and then was consumed with guilt and ended up emotionally scarred. I think now that I will leave this lust for him as a fantasy only to be fulfilled in my head and protect the father and son relationship that we enjoy.
When I joined JUB and read the posts in this thread and assumed some of them to be fictitious and therefore I saw it as an opportunity to express and share my fantasies. To everyone who enjoys the father/son incest thread I apologise if I mislead anyone into thinking my posts were true. At the time I genuinely believed it was ok to post about the fantasies and the sexual feelings I have for my son.
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I've wanted my dad since I can remember and I finally wanna go for it. I've been walking around in tight underwear and sometimes a towel that i let "fall" and he seems to always sneak a peak. Someone give me tips on how to bed my dad, because this is my last chance for awhile...
I met this guy online when we hook up I call him dad and he calls me son, its hot when he fucks me, he tells me hes gonna breed me with the seed that made me, and don't tell my mom.
Holy Prostate Exam Batman! That was AMAZING!!
it is a little off topic, but I didn't ever have a brother, and I'm wondering whether people now can get it on and off together with brothers differently from when I was a child, and how brothers relate to parents and relatives. My experience was with a cousin. Perhaps there is a thread on this already which hasn't popped up recently.
its amazing how many men here were raped as children, yet glance over this as just a part of life. if you were under the age of consent, and the other party was over, that is rape. a 9 year old boy should not be getting fucked by a grown man. the fact that these are family members makes it even more troubling. but given the majority of sexual assaults on children are done by people close to them, i guess not a suprise.
i have to admit, since spending time in the gay/bi forums, it seems as if child molestation is acceptable. I can hear the "gasps" as you read that, but its true. even though people look back with fond memories, doesn't make it right. and just because a man can't get you pregnant, doesn't make it safe.
I hope those of you who had sex at a young age with older men, can admit to yourselves you were victims of a crime, and consider therapy.
I'm sure I'll get flamed for this, but can't bite my lip as its been months of reading stuff like this that has made me want to share my opinion.
i admit, the stories are hot, until i realize what exactly has happened, then it is far more disturbing than anything else.
However, you'd be surprised to know how many young kids are very aware about what sex is and wanna try it. From my personal experience, I started experimenting when I was 10 with my cousin who was my age, he initiated it. Was that molestation? I don't think so, we were both experimenting and we both wanted it. If the same thing happened with a guy who was a lot older, would that be molestation if the young boy wants it too? I don't think so. Now, would it be right? Don't think so either, the old one shouldn't allow this to happen but if it does happen I don't think it should be considered molestation when the young boy knows what he's doing and wants do it (and from a lot of things I've read and heard, there ARE some kids who are advanced like that).
^What if the child is actively seeking for it to happen? THere's tons of guys here saying how they wanted to fuck their fathers since they were little but couldn't.
i was very sexual at a very young age. I have my first sexual experience with the girl across the street at 9. i knew i wanted to to be with boys from that age too, if an adult had come on to me i probably would have gone for it and honestly as long as they had not physicaly forced me i would have never said anything just gone along for the ride.
i have two sons and if anyone ever tried to force them into sex, male or female, same age or older i would probably kill them, but if they decided to explore sex with people of thier same age or older and showed that they were into these people and the people were kind i would not have an objection.
yes, i know society says it is damaging and terrible and the child will become a molester,but that is not always the case. I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIVITY AND WOULD NEVER DO IT MYSELF!!!!!!! I am just saying that it is not always damaging and not always molestation.
fairly certain I left a post here to get the legal brigade off our backs from above- mine gets deleted- without ANY word from moderators (why I no longer post pics- why go thru the effort to get them deleted....) and the sermon stays up.
Ive seen my dad nude loads of times when i was younger, but like young teens. changing rooms and shit. i dont mean to brag but im bigger than him downstairs!
I've been reading this thread for awhile and I'm surprised there are people who are into this (My dad isn't biological). Ever since I can remember I would pop boners whenever I saw my dad but, I didn't really understand it until around age 11. He was and still is very hot, 6'1'' and on the stocky side with a hot bulging beer belly. He always wears tight jeans that show off his ass and his bulge. With his jeans he wears a certain solid leather belt that just made things hotter. He always tucked his shirts in. He always wore the plain black t-shirts and sometimes his blue t shirt that was even tighter on his body.
I've only seen his cock clearly once. My family was on vacation and we had to go out for breakfast. My mom was occupying the bathroom and my dad needed to change. He figured i was sort of asleep but, I wasn't. It was the hottest thing to see him fully naked for a little bit. He was cut and some what small but it was hot! On that same vacation I was woken up in the middle of the night when my dad had to go to the bathroom. When he went back to bed his cock was hanging out of his underwear that still stays in my mind to this day.
I loved his body a lot! He has a motorcycle that he rarely takes out. So one summer he took me out on his motorcycle. He told me to hold on tightly, so I did. I rapped my arms around his stomach and a little lower towards his belt. Being horny as hell I popped a born that was insanely hard but, just barely touched his ass. Every bump my hands would slide and touch that massive buldge and my hard on would band into his ass. It was the greatest thing ever but, only happened once.
I love when his body presses against me. Whenever we are waiting in line for anything he would always press his belly against my back accidently and it was even hotter when he wore his leather jacket . It was hard to hold off a boner -.-.
I've never got to get anywhere with him sexually :\. I would rub him a lot though without him knowing apparently. We have a fireplace downstairs that I hang around a lot. He loves starting a fire so whenever he put the logs in the fireplace he would bend down and his ass would stick out like crazy. I would then rub his ass lightly he got me insanely hard. Sometimes his ass crack would show a lot which was just . Many times when he would go swimming in the backyard pool I would wear his leather jacket and jerk off into his jeans or shirt while rubbing my cock with his underwear. He wore tighty whities that I would wear when no one was home. To bad I never found a cum rag he had :\ but I did find his tool time underwear that I'm pretty sure he wore for sex .
He isn't the only one to turn me on of course. It was just his body type that made me hot. I love bigger men bearish and daddy types. I wish things would of been as lucky for me like the others on here =\.
I'm curious. I can't find the fathson.flv video from a safe place (safe for my computer). Where did you guys get it from?
^They were on Xtube. Don't know if they still are. And no I don't have the link sorry.
They do seem like the real deal though, they resemble a lot.
father and son jerk off 2gether. they're str8 enuff!
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ive always wanted to see my dad naked
I've been reading the old posts and it's been interesting. I kind of have had sexual thoughts about my dad for a while. Well like maybe a year. He's a physical trainer and a massage therapist. So he's in really great shape.
When I'm sore from working out or playing sports over the years he's given me massages. Nothing sexual and nothing odd about it. But well when my dad was massaging me one time I like got a boner. I was like covered up with a towel but it was still so embarrassing. I was face down most of the time and it went down so wasn't too bad. But then it happened again and it didn't go down. But was still covered up during the massage. My dad made some smart ass comment which said it was ok. But still felt odd.
It's not like I get massages all the time, just a few times over a few months. I just got one again and I got boned up again. This time my dad said maybe I'd relax better if we just lost the cover. Before I could say anything it was gone and I was totally exposed. It felt odd like at first but then it was a total turn on to be hard in front of my dad. He didn't stroke it or anything, though I think I wish he had. Cause the couple times he accidentally brushed it, it felt so amazing.
Not sure why he took the towel off last time. Except maybe cause I just turned 18. But IDK for sure. I keep thinking what if I asked him to stroke me. IDK. I kinda want to but am afraid if he said no what he would think about me.
Yes, it most definitely would. No matter how bad the kid wants it, the adult in the situation needs to be just that - an adult. The kid may not realize there's anything wrong with it and even if he does and doesn't care, the adult needs to be responsible if not for the child then for himself. Having sex with a 9 year old is nauseating and is not OK under any circumstances, ever!I wouldn't know if that would classify as molestation if the kid is actively seeking to do it.
Now, if the kid is 16/17, they should be able to have sex with someone of whatever age they choose since they more then likely have already had sex before. Though, that statistic might only apply to straight kids 16 and under, I'm not sure of the percent of gay kids having sex before turning 18.
I won't lie and say I haven't had thoughts about my dad, he's attractive and keeps himself in tip-top shape. But as soon as I see him in person, any thought of the sort dwindles. Fantasy (and I wouldn't even call it that) is one thing, reality is a whole other shit storm.
I am a therapist as well....if I can offer this to you: As far as popping a boner during your massage, it is natural. It may not be anything sexual. In short...blood is being pushed into your inguinal area (your crotch) The increased blood flow of course will cause and erection. Not to mention the stimuli created from touch can be erotic depending on the pressure, the stroke, etc
Now, as far as him removing the cover...haha..dude..he wanted to check out your package w/o question. Normally when a dude pops a tent on the table, we would simply ignore it, often playing an additional towel or pillow over his crotch so that the client would not feel embarrassed. As stated previously, the erection often times is not caused from a sexual desire. In my opinion...dad wanted some action.
Instead of being embarrassed by the situation, try engaging him. Ask him if he ever got a hard on doing a massage, and what did he do. Or if he takes your towel off again..tell him it feels weird being naked and hard in front of his dad..but kind of cool...it is a bonding experience. Suggest that he take his pants off as well. Just some insight
^LOL!!!!!!!!!!!! That made me laugh. I heard the porno music in my head as I was reading your post. That's ridiculous, he isn't in a gay movie, it's real life.
AS in real life...I think Dad wants to see how far he can go with this....I am just offering suggestions that can open up dialogue. However, I am sure the movie in your head is much richer and spicier.
Funny to see around all this bunch of judgementals in "Fetish, kink and other porn, father son incest thread". I remind you where you are, this is no church, remember?
Speaking of pedophilia...
If an older person falls in love with and has sex with someone who is underage and their relationship continues well past the underaged person is 18 and they're both adults, can you really call the older person a pedophile?
I mean maybe he was a pedophile then, but if the kids grown up and he's still in a relationship with them when theyre in their 30's, can you still say he is?
* preaching and wanking *