Boy Stud-2

“Adam,” Dad said when we got to his office in the basement, “There are two things we need to talk about before I give you your birthday present. First and foremost, I’m going to need you to promise that you’ll never tell anyone about it.” I started shaking my head and opened my mouth to say, “Sure Dad, I promise,” but he cut me off. “Now, before you answer, you need to know that I’m not kidding. If you agree and then you break that promise, well, let’s just say that you’ll probably regret it for the rest of your life.” So, what the hell was I going to do? I promised. Of course I did. “Great. Now, the second thing is, well, I need you to take-off your clothes.

Ok, two weeks before my dad gave me quite a variety of porn magazines and his permission to jack-off as much as I wanted for a week. Then he told me not to jack off for a week. And now, he’s sworn me to secrecy and wants me to get naked before he gives me my gift. So I stripped. I got down to my underwear, then with an encouraging nod from my father, I pushed those down too. I was nervous, and even though it seemed that my dick had been hard more than it had been soft in the last week, it was soft now. Dad’s eyes moved up and down my body. He walked around me, looking me over, with a smile on his face. “I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown-up, son.” He stopped in front of me. I felt so small and insignificant, standing naked there in front of my dad. Then I noticed that his eyes were focused right between my legs. “Looks like you got my dick,” he said, chuckling. “How big does it get?” Sure, Billy and I had measured our dicks. My boner was a lot bigger than Billy’s. His was only a little over four inches long and no bigger around than a quarter. Mine was six and a half inches long and probably a little bigger around than a silver-dollar. I was too embarrassed, however, to tell my dad that I knew the exact measurements. “Here boy, let me see.” And with that, he reached out and grabbed my dick. I felt a hot rush of blood and knew that it would be hard within a few seconds. Dad gave my dick a couple strokes, and sure enough I got hard as a rock. “Damn, boy,” Dad actually sounded surprised. “It looks like you’ve inherited your daddy’s big dick. It’s almost as big as mine, and you’ve surely got a few years to grow yet.” That comment made my embarrassment falter and I felt some confidence and pride fill me. And, well, there was also the feeling of my dad’s hand on my dick. For some reason, it felt better than Billy’s. If he’d rubbed it any longer, I would have popped. It had been so long since I’d jacked-off and I was aching to come.
“Adam, you know in some cultures a boy becomes a man when he turns twelve. Tonight, you’re going to become a man.” he reached to the keypad beside the door and punched-out a code. A green light lit at the top of the keypad and there was a click. Dad opened the big door, and I was so surprised at what I saw, my erection wilted quickly. There was a long hallway that appeared to t-off at the end, continuing beyond my sight. There were two doors on either side of the hallway, spread far apart, each with a keypad similar to the one Dad just used. The thought struck me that the hallway must have been at least twice as long as the house, so it must have extended under the yard, and further, maybe. There was a glowing light, making everything seem rather yellow. As we entered, the big door closed behind us. I turned to look, and saw another keypad for entry back into the office.