Picking Mushrooms with Dad

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Father and Son part I
One of my absolute favourite things in the world is going to the forest with my dad to pick mushrooms.

We have been doing this together for as long as I can remember, it’s a thing that only the two of us do together without any involvement from my mother or my sister, who normally crave all of his attention.

Dad knows everything there is to know about mushrooms, which ones are edible, which ones to avoid and most importantly perhaps, were to find them.

In the city where we live there is a huge military training area deep in the woods, you can get there by car, travelling down a muddy road until you arrive at this huge red barrack where one can park the car and then after a brisk walk down a narrow path you arrive in what Dad refers to as being mushroom heaven.

The road is preceded by warning signs telling the public to keep out and that this is a private area but truth be told we have never seen any military activity. Actually we have never seen anyone at all, civilian or other but Dad claims that the grounds are normally used in the late evenings, when we are not there. It would be much too difficult to see path in front of you or try to find any mushrooms.

Hence we are always alone in the forest during the early autumn afternoons.


What is even more fun is that as soon as we have entered the muddy road Dad lets me leave the passenger seat and climb over to sit in his lap and steer the car. Obviously he controls the pedals as even if I wanted to I couldn’t possibly reach them.

Hence Dad lets me sit on his lap and drive the car which really is one of my favourite things to do. A big boy thing.

After a while though Dad starts complaining that I am crushing his penis so we will have to stop and park the car and he walks stiffly for a while, but soon enough everything is fine again.


This afternoon we had been looking around for about half an hour or so when I saw something in the grass that from a far looked just like a comic book. I am only five years old so obviously I hurried over there to see if it perhaps was Spiderman, who is my favourite.

Spiderman is cool, but then again so is Superman.

I glanced over my shoulder, spotting Dad about 25 metres away. We normally spread out but we never go very far as to not get out of each other’s sights.

As I arrive by the log underneath which the magazine is placed I pick it up and quickly realise that this is not at all a regular comic book, but something completely different.

I cannot read that good yet, Dad normally reads a bed time story to me but the shiny pictures needs no text.

The first picture shows a young boy wearing nothing but a pair if underwear and he is smiling at whoever is taking the picture.

I think he must be about my age, and like me he is also quite skinny.

In the next picture the same boy has now taken off his clothes and is standing on all fours showing his bottom to the camera with a big grin on his face. I have never seen anything like it and I quickly glance over at Dad to make sure he isn’t coming over here. Something tells me that he would not approve of me looking through this magazine.

I don’t know why, but I do know that.

In the third and the fourth picture the young boy is no longer alone, but…hang on…what is he actually doing?

He has now been joined by an older man and he has the man’s thing in his hand.

I have never seen such a big thing before!

Sometimes I shower together with my Dad and his thing is big too, but not at all as hard as this man’s. I have never seen Dad hard like this, only soft when he has been showing me how to wash my willy properly.

The boy is smiling and in the next picture he is putting that huge thing inside his mouth.

The older man is sitting on a chair and the boy is in front of him with that gigantic meat-stick inside his mouth and the man’s facial expression is that of sheer joy and happiness.

He looks very relaxed and upon closer investigation I come to the conclusion that he must be about my Dad’s age; 30 – 35.

I get this funny feeling in my stomach watching that picture because they sure do seem to be having a lot of fun and Dad and I have never played together that way.

Suddenly driving lessons and mushrooms does not seem all that impressive compared to what we apparently could’ve been doing.

I flip the page and my eyes nearly pop at what I am presented with next.

In this picture the man’s thing is even bigger and the camera is now focused on a close-up of the boy’s lips stretched around that massive penis lodged deep inside the boy’s mouth.

There is a text to each picture but I cannot make out the words and what they mean.


I cannot believe just how big that thing is, deep inside the boy’s mouth and I am so mesmerised by the pictures that I don’t notice Dad catching up with me.

-What are you looking at there Jason?, he asks.

I don’t know what to reply so I simply hand the magazine over to him without saying a word, but I am blushing. My cheeks are burning red.

Dad too goes red in the face as his eyes scans the pictures. He flips through the pages quickly.

-What are they doing Dad? What kind of game is that?, I ask as he still hasn’t said anything.

Only then does his eye meet mine and he says:

-Well Jason…I think you might be a little bit too young to understand this!

-But what are they doing Dad?, I ask again not taking no for an answer.

-Well they are having sex…son.

I know about sex, well not exactly what it is, but I know that is the way babies are made but I never knew you would be naked in the way the boy and the man are.

Dad sees my face turning into a question mark and he laughs nervously and sits down next to me on the log placing the magazine in his lap.

-If I tell you about this Jason it has to stay between you and I.