Hey, thanks for the interesting post, Cam35. Reading it has jolted someething back into mind which happened between me and my Dad years ago. Remembering it has been warmly pleasant for me and has prompted some questions you guys might want to think about.
It was late on a Friday night when I was in my early to mid teens and I was in my room getting ready for bed. Like my Dad I didn't wear anything to bed so I just took my clothes off and piled them in a chair. And feeling relaxed when I got my tighty-whities off my freshly-sprung dick would then usually firm up a little and start to stick out some. I had just reached that point when Dad came into my room -- apparently he had just taken his clothes off, too, for he was at half-mast as well. And that didn't seem all that strange since over the years he and I had seen each other clothed and nude, hard and soft lots of times. He had come in to see me because he wanted to remind me that the next morning we'd have to get up an hour earlier than usual because we were going to be going somewhere or doing something.
And after that either he had poked me or I had poked him, who knows at this point, but we started to rough-house as we often did but usually we did that earlier in the day and with some clothes on. The contest became more vigorous and before long we were struggling together on the floor. Recently I had become almost as tall as he was and I was really looking forward to the day when I'd be able to pin him! I was so focused on finally overtaking him that I really hadn't given much thought to the fact that by that point each of us was fully hard with a proud erection. I was just thinking about how to get him on his back when suddenly he flipped me onto mine and pinned me by holding both my shoulders down while he spread out on top of me, face-to-face. Although I was pinned I continued to wriggle to get free while Dad struggled to keep me down and I guess my wriggling spurred him perhaps unintentionally to start thrusting his pelvis. The feeling of warmth and the sprit of play and of the sensation of his hard penis rubbing hard across my lower abdomen was amazing. But almost as soon as he had started, he stopped. A look of seriousness suddenly spread across his face and he said to me that perhaps the two of us shouldn't be having so much fun together. He clapped me on the shoulder, got up and said he'd see me in the morning. We never did that or even talked about it again.
Afterwards as I released my load and calmed down from the excitement -- feeling his presence and bodyweight while his abdomen and chest pressed upon me with his tool thrusting against mine was something I'd never felt before -- I thought I understood what he had said. What had just happened between us was spontaneous and unplanned but as I began to step into maturity I would need to start to develop relationships outside my immediate family. While he and I shared so much there was only so much which we could share. Beyond a point I would need to be setting out on my own as we all do. But at the same time, looking backward to that evening I think that it would have been wonderful if, after he had caught himself and stopped his thrusting, he would have reached down and gently brought me off and that way welcomed me to acknowledged male maturity. I think we would both have been proud and happy with our shared achievements. And that the experience would only have strengthened our already strong relationship.
And that's where I come back to your post, Cam35, about the guy you know whose father sometimes brings him to climax. I can see where it could be great to grow further into physcial maturity within the warmth and understanding of immediate family. And later make relationships because you like the other person and not just to get a physical release or to satisfy an inner drive. I'm happy to see that for at least one guy out there we know of, that sort of thing could be happening. I wish him and his father well.
manhood should be enjoyed, not proven -- gymrat44