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A Whole New World
Chapter I: The Stash
My father kept a stash of porn magazines in the garage. He hid them in an old briefcase inconspicuously tucked between boxes of stuff that my parents stored out of the house because they didn’t have the heart to throw it away. When I was sixteen I found the stash and struggled with the urge to explore it, although I never really took the chance, as I was too afraid of getting caught. Dad was always in and out of the garage fixing things, organizing his tools, and there was just too great a possibility, in my mind at the time, that he would walk in on me. So, I left the stash alone, but it never left my mind.
After high school, I went away to college coming back to my parents’ house for the summers. I would get jobs in town, and basically enjoyed a life of leisure, working during the week, helping mom with gardening, assisting Dad with repairs and maintenance around house during the weekends, and partying. Sometimes, I even partied with my folks, on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, enjoying a cocktail in the shade of our back patio.
One such afternoon, with a couple of beers in me, I slipped away from my parents with the excuse of catching a nap, but instead of going to my room, I snuck into the garage to finally explore my father’s porn stash. Finding the briefcase was easy. It was unlocked, and out of it I pulled a black plastic bag wrapping a stack of magazines that stood over six inches high when I placed them on the cleared surface of his work bench. As usual with my father, they were very well preserved and organized. So, I started flipping through them, one by one, starting from the top of the stack with the intention of just checking them out.
The first magazine had lots of interesting and humorous articles, and cartoons in addition to pictures of stunningly beautiful women superbly photographed. The magazine was at least 25 years old, and the hairstyles and some of the clothes, reminded me of photos of my parents when they were young. I easily got chubby, and even though, I had no real intention of masturbating, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of my sweat shorts and started to fondle my dick while I flipped the pages with my left. I got to the end of the photo-spreads and carefully closed the magazine face down to the left of the pile trying not to crease any pages or scuff the cover, not only because I wanted no evidence left that I had discovered the stash, but also, out of some weird respect for my father’s fastidious neatness.
The next magazine was a different issue of the same publication, featuring a voluptuous redhead with enormous breasts. She was gorgeous. Her strikingly green eyes looked right into the camera, and of course, right into me. There was something about this woman that triggered a rock-hard erection, which I immediately pulled out and started stroking. The pleasure in me started rising quickly. I wanted to close my eyes, lean back, picture Miss Busty Redhead kneeling infront of me, mouth open, and blast away. But, with great effort, I held back. I don’t know what I would have done, had I come all over my dad’s magazines.
As I worked my way through the stack it was clear to me that the magazines were in a kind of order, from class at the top then getting trashier as you went down. The models in the magazines lower in the stack looked a bit rougher, not quite as perfect physically. And their poses were cruder, more explicit with lots of spread legs and straight on crotch shots. There was way less text, and they were getting more and more pornographic. Closer to the bottom of the pile the photo sequences included muscular men either being sucked off or fucking, tekirdağ escort their hard-ons half in the women’s cunts. I was amazed at how big those cocks were, and how buff the guys were. I guess, if the women had to have big tits, the guys had to have big cocks.
I was just about to flip to the last few magazines when the side door suddenly burst open, blasting daylight into the dimly lit garage.
“Jeffie,” my father’s voice rang out, “Are you in here?”
At first I froze, then, scrambled to get my cock inside my pants and hide the magazines. But, too late. My father had walked right up to where I stood by his workbench just in time to see my activities highlighted by a 100 watt work light – a hastily gathered pile of porn mags, and my boner poking all its glory against the fabric of my shorts.
“Ah, Jeff.” He paused. “I see you found my stash,” my father said, calmly.
“Dad. I’m sorry. I…I…” I didn’t really know what to say.
“It’s alright, buddy.” My father was already heading back for the door. “Perfectly natural. You finish. Make sure you put them away where you found them. There’s a large, clean towel on the top of the pile of the rag bin. Use it.”
“Dad?” I stammered.
“Dude,” he said, standing at the side door. He used that word when he wanted to be buddy-buddy with me. “It’s all cool. Take your time. Enjoy the stash.” And he was gone.
The door was closed, and there I was, with a chubby in my hand, a stack of porn in front of me, privacy and permission from my father.
So, I went for it. I arranged the magazine pile slightly to my left. I got the large towel and placed it to the right of the pile, on the workbench, which, interestingly, was just below crotch level. (I remember thinking when he first built it, that the bench was too low, but, then I thought, there must be a reason for it, because he always knew what he was doing. Now, I knew why.) I pulled my shorts down to my ankles, put the magazines in order and starter to work through them again from the top. Within about ten minutes I had worked my way back down the stack to where I was interrupted. I had a bone hard dick in my hand as I flipped to the next magazine in the order.
At first I didn’t really clue in to what I was looking at, thinking, this is weird, there’s just a guy on the cover. Where’s the babe? Must be a teaser. She’s probably in the next few pages, and awesome. But, no. Page after page of dudes. As the pages progressed, they were more and more undressed, until there was hanging cock or hard cock, balls, asses, pecks, abs, legs, and these weird smiles on their faces. I never saw a come-on look on a dude’s face before, but there it was, on the faces of the naked men staring back at me from the pages of my dad’s porn mag.
And here’s the thing. I kept pumping my cock.
It was the same with the last three mags in the stack. All dudes. I flipped through the pages with a nervous intensity, trembling at the novelty, the taboo of looking at naked men, all the while furiously stroking my cock. There were big, fat, hairy dudes, small, slim, hairless dudes, white dudes, black dudes, Asian dudes, young dudes, older dudes, abs, asses, and cocks, and cocks, and cocks. I don’t think I ever really saw boners featured like this before. Some were even beautiful. And mine was as hard as any of them. And then, I blew my load.
For days afterward, the memory of that orgasm would sneak into my head, and I had to suppress a secret smile. Was I gay? No, not really. This thought never really disturbed me. I knew who I was. I liked women, and, now, it seemed, I liked looking at hard cocks, too. C’est la escort tekirdağ vie.
I also had a new perspective on my dad. I knew he loved my mom. They seemed very tight, and I always got the vibe that they had a robust sex life. His warm and loving relationship my mom coupled with his “expanded interests,” if I could call his interest in gay porn that, made him seem all the cooler to me.
It took me a week to work up the nerve to check out the stash again. Saturday afternoon and as usual, mom, dad and I were sitting in the shade of our back patio chatting, drinks at our sides after half a day of working in the garden. It was a hot summer afternoon, and it was all I could do to keep the anticipation of what I was about to do under control. Eventually, dad excused himself saying he was going to catch up on some reading. Mom picked up her magazine, and I acted like I was just enjoying the moment. I waited ten minutes, then made my excuse that I was going to go for a nap. Mom looked up at me from her magazine and smiled. It was only then that I noticed how abundantly displayed her cleavage was, as I looked down at her breasts barely contained in the work shirt she was still wearing. Her legs were crossed, and her shorts showed how shapely they were. Damn, I though, my own mom. Pretty hot. But, I had an agenda, and it awaited.
Back into the darkness of the garage I slipped. As quietly as I could, I turned on the work light and got out the stash. I spread a clean work towel on the right side of the work bench and started spreading the magazines all over the left side of the bench. This time I wanted to be able to look at as many at the same time as I could.
I slipped off my shorts completely so that I was naked from the waist down. I was free and unencumbered. I found the section of each magazine that turned me on the most, and held the pages open with the weight of a variety of tools. In the center of the spread of magazines was the stacked redhead. She was beautiful. I had found a picture that showed the loveliness of her breasts, her open mouthed smile and her beautifully trimmed cunt. Oh, I was stoking myself hard at the sight. I would then glance at other women, at the couples fucking, and then the dudes with the hard cocks. It was like a slide show and my excitement was building and building.
“Hey, buddy.” From behind me came the faintest whisper. It startled the hell out of me. I froze. “I knew you would like my stash. I’m glad to share it with you.” It was my father’s voice, calm, soothing, reassuring.
“Dad?” was all I could utter.
“Hey, buddy,” he stepped up right behind me. “Here, let me help you with that.” And in one, gentle, but very assured motion he slipped his left arm around my waist, pressed his chest against my back, and replaced my right hand with his, wrapping it around my cock. “It’s OK, buddy. It’s OK,” he whispered in my ear.
I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I could smell his muskiness. I could feel the strength of his arms, and as he slowly pressed his hips against my ass, I could feel his hard-on.
He started to stoke me, slowly. The sensation was electric. At first, I was stiff, holding my breath, but he kept whispering in my ear, easing me into a state of submission. “That’s it, buddy. Let daddy take care of you. Good boy. Good boy. Such a beautiful cock my boy has. Big and hard. A real man’s cock.” I gave in. I closed my eyes, rolled my head back and leaned into his chest. He started to stroke me a little faster and harder. I started to moan. As his stroke came back towards us, he pushed me into his crotch, and I would feel jolts of sexual electricity the tekirdağ escort bayan same time I could feel his bone pressing into my ass. I reached my right arm high and back, trying to grab him by the back of the neck. My other hand, I worked between us until found his cock. I grabbed it and squeezed it as hard as I could.
“Oh, dad,” I gasped. “Oh, dad…”
“That’s it, buddy,” he whispered, “That’s it.” His strokes were harder, longer, more deliberate. “Come for me, boy. Come for your dad.”
Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I exploded. I groaned like all the air was squeezed out of my lungs. I shot cum everywhere. I could feel it spraying like someone had crushed a grapefruit.
“That’s it, buddy.” My dad held up my slumping body. I was weak at the knees.
“Oh, dad…” My father let go of my cock, and I turned around in his arms to face him. Even though he was bulkier than I was, we were the same height, and I looked him in the eyes.
“How was that?” He smiled.
My head was reeling. I was miles from the shore of my previous reality. My heart was pounding. My world was shaken. I was not thinking. I was just feeling, and all I felt was love. So I kissed him. On the lips. I kissed my father with passion, and love. It was a long, slow kiss. Our lips parted, and our tongues tentatively explored each other. And, then we embraced. Man to man. Father to son. We had crossed a threshold.
Standing there, holding each other in the silence and dim light of the garage, it seemed like time stood still. Then, I slid my left hand down into his sweatpants and grabbed his cock again.
“Dad,” I said, “I would like to do something for you, now,” and without pause, I got to my knees. I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. It was big and beautiful. “I love you, dad,” I said, and took my father’s cock into my mouth.
It was surprising how much a cock can fill a mouth. But the sensation of his silky flesh against my tongue was thrilling and enticing. I gripped my father’s cock with one hand, cupped his balls with the other and tried to push it as deeply into my mouth as I could, taking care not to touch it with my teeth. Then, slid it out, slowly, trailing my tongue on the underside, tightening my lips as the cock slid out my mouth. Then back at it again.
Back and forth, back and forth, I sucked my father’s cock for all I was worth, trying to covey with each plunge how much I loved him.
“Oh, buddy. That feels so nice,” he said, and placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
Suddenly, the side door opened, and the room was flooded with daylight.
“Jeffery? Phil? Are you guys in here?” It was my mother. “Now, where have they gotten too?” Her voice was musical, playful.
I could see her silhouette against the sunlight. She seemed to be struggling to see in the dimness of the garage. I was on my knees, my head pressed into my dad’s crotch, my mouth full of his cock, and there was nothing I could do.
“Boys? Is that you two? What’s going on?” She paused. It was the longest moment of my life. “What?” Another pause. “Oh.” Pause. “Oh.” Her last utterance has a soft tone of finality that I will never forget. And she was gone.
I stood up. “Dad? What are we going to do?”
“It’s alright buddy. I’ll talk to her. It’ll be alright.” My father was trying to be reassuring, but his voice seemed doubtful, too.
Then we heard the sound of mom’s car start up, shift into gear and drive away.
“Holy shit, Dad!” Raw panic took over my body. I started to shake.
“It’ll be alright, buddy. Trust me. I’ll go find her. I’ll talk to her. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” He pulled up his pants, left the garage and ran in to the house. Seconds later, he flew out of the house. Frozen still, inside the garage, I listened as his car started up and drove away.
My world was flipped on its head. And now it was blown up.
The story continues in Chapter II.
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