DIMLY LIT
That sudden blackout had affected half the city. It was not something easy to solve and the light would return 24 hours later. It was shit! I was then sitting with my father in the living room main table watching a movie we both liked a lot when unfortunately the lights went off and we had to look for candles for nothing could be seen around us.
My dad, Ephraim Jarman was 45 now and worked as a tobacconist. I had been helping him in the shop till I had entered university and he told me that now I needn’t work there anymore, but anyhow I still sold tobacco in my free days like now, where I was on Christmas holidays. I’m Cody Jarman and I’m 28. Yes, I was very slow in my studies, damn maths, but I think I can finish my degree one close day. Well, I’m finishing and don’t wanna do any other studies or find a job not related to maths.
So both of us were dimly lit by candles then, hoping the lights came back on soon, but so far it was terribly boring to do nothing.
-Shit, I don’t know what I can do when there’s no light, no TV, no computer, even reading a book, my favourite hobby, is extremely difficult unless I point the candle to its pages, with the real risk of burning the book, I don’t know what to do. And we have no flashlights now, none that work, I mean.
-There’s always some things to do, Cody. At least, we can talk, or if that’s not enough you can always jack off.
-Jack off, dad? I don’t wanna move to the toilet right now when it’s totally dark.
-You don’t have to. In situations like this, when you suddenly find yourself not knowing what to do, I simply jerk myself off. In fact, that’s what I’m doing right now under the table.
-You’re masturbating in front of me, dad?
-Well, you cannot see me, Cody, and I don’t know what else to do either and masturbating is something you can do even if you have no money, even if there are no lights, are you shocked, Cody?
-Well, I’m not, dad.
-You could just do the same.
-Why not? Ok, dad, I’m also touching myself.
-Cody, since of course I guess you like masturbating, as all men do, and I also like it, this is something which has no importance. Well, we’re a father and a son, but we can have this tender intimacy together, even if we happened to watch the other’s dick, which is not the case so far. In fact, I’m thinking of one of the girls I like, won’t tell you who for she’s married.
-I’m also thinking of a friend of mine, also married dad. Oh, she’s so hot.
-You see, Cody? From being bored, we’re both having fun now, and what’s wrong? Of course a father is never his son’s friend, but we could be. Blackouts or not, you could always speak with me of sex after now.
-And you too, dad, so I’ll dare ask you, what’s the most exciting experience you’ve had?
-Well, don’t know whether it was the most exciting, Cody, but it was, say, the most bizarre. But maybe you’ll be disgusted when I tell you.
-I won’t be, dad, I promise.
-Well, I’ve sucked one cock, and I emphasize the word one. It’s a male friend, who also sucked mine. We were teenagers then and he persuaded me to do it. So only his cock but six or seven times, just the number of blowjobs I got from him.
I understood that he didn’t tell me the name of that friend either. It could be my father’s shyness or it could be that he wanted to preserve the secrecy about that friend, who could be a heterosexual married man that I could know.
-I’m not shocked dad, did you enjoy?
-I love licking cunts, Cody, and though that was the only dick I’ve ever sucked, I can tell you that it was scrumptious, and getting a blowjob from a boy is also something wonderful.
-Can you describe to me what a dick tastes like?
-Cody, even in this dark, I am watching your dick now. Well, I don’t care, we’re simply forgetting boredom doing something funny, but do you mind?
-I don’t dad and I can also watch your dick now. Well, can you describe to me what a dick tastes like?
I was getting really horny watching now my father’s dick and seeing how he played with it and doing something as unexpected as both heterosexual men, as far as I knew, talking about dicks, was really turning me on.
-It’s impossible to describe the taste, Cody, it’s as if suddenly you asked you to tell you what an omelette tastes like. You have to taste the omelette to know, so I only tell you that you would have to taste a dick to know but the flavour is good.
My father’s last words had been arousing me more and more and my dick had reached its maximum height, so I still wonder at myself for having done what I did next but I just couldn’t control myself and seeing my father’s hard dick having fun so close to me, all I could do was bending and in a sudden move take it into my mouth and suck it.
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