My Father didn’t say much after we dropped off a couple of other scouts at their homes. But as we turned to head up the hill to our house my Father took his right hand off the wheel and reached over and squeezed on my left knee and without taking his eyes off the road said “I am very proud of you son. You did a great job this weekend.” His hand gently slid up my thigh to just inside the hem of my shorts and he continued “You are becoming quite a fine young man.” He squeezed my thigh hard and lingered for a moment and then put both hands back on the wheel as he backed the station wagon into the driveway.
As he maneuvered the car I glanced over at him. His shorts were scrunched up on his legs and I couldn’t help but notice the mound between his legs. I had found that in the last few months I had been very curious about how big his dick was compared to mine. I had plenty of opportunity to check it out. I had seen him naked many, many times. We had a small house and it was very normal to see him naked in the hall or bathroom and sometimes we would shower together.
He was a slim 6” 4’ with wavy black hair and a smooth lanky body. When he walked around naked his dick would swing back and forth bouncing on his generous balls. I wasn’t nearly that big, so I was fascinated and hoped that I was growing to be as big as he was.
After we pulled into the driveway we got out and worked together to unload the car and stow our equipment in the garage. Finally, we went into the house and I followed him into the small laundry room to unload our backpacks. Quickly our dirty camp clothes were tossed into the washer. As we finished my Father began to unbutton his shirt and said, “Well we might as well just throw these in too.” He quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it in. His chest was broad and smooth, and his dark brown nipples were striking against his tanned skin. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled it off and then unzipped his shorts and pulled them off.
My father didn’t wear “tighty whities”. He wore tiny little Jockey Elance bikini briefs that strained to contain his manhood. The thin red cloth outlined his dick which was pointing up to his left almost touching the thin waistband. His balls, looking to be the size of large lemons strained the pouch between his legs. He stuck a thumb in each side of the waist band and pushed down on the left side , letting his dick flop out to swing in an ark and flop down on his still contained balls. He then pushed down with both hands and his nuts tumbled out and settled into place. After he stepped out of his briefs he reached down to pick them up and throw them in the washer and casually scratched his balls and tugged at his dick to rearrange it now that it was free.
As I began to undress I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking at his dick hanging only inches in front of me in the tiny room. I could feel his eyes on me. I liked feeling his gaze and hoped he liked what he saw. While he watched I squatted down to unlace my hiking boots. His dick was right in front of my face. I could smell his sweat and muskiness and even feel the heat radiating out from his recently released package. As I struggled to untie my shoes I watched his dick twitch and stir.
His dick seemed huge to me. Hanging an inch from my face was the cock of a porn-star, if not a god. It wasn’t that it was just long, though at 9 inches it was damn long, but it was also thick with a beautiful helmet head. At the moment, it wasn’t hard, just full and plump. It curved out from his thick patch of black pubic hairs and then cascaded over his large low hung balls with the tip hanging a full inch beyond his bag. While his pubes were dense there was no hair on his balls or thighs. My pubic hair had just filled out and my dick had grown in the last year, but I didn’t look like my dad. I just wanted to grow up and be like him.
I stood up and finished undressing. As I stripped and handed him my clothes he watched quietly. When I was done, and we were both naked, he put his hands on my shoulders and looked me up and down and said, “You got a lot of sun this weekend. I think I need to buy you a speedo.” He spun me around to look at my back. “That butt of yours would look damn good with a speedo tan.” As he slowly turned me around to face him again. He smiled big and added quietly “Big Guy, you are definitely turning into a great looking man.”
We stood there for a moment. He was only a few inches taller than me now, but his chest was broad and his arms strong while I was lanky and still growing into my body. Our dicks were inches from one another and as I looked down I saw that my dick was starting to lift up and stiffen. In a moment it would be erect and if I didn’t move it would push into my father’s dick.
Just then he sniffed loudly, made a face and said “Oh man! It is way past time for a shower. We stink!” He laughed and pushed me back and turned me around and slapped me on my butt. Then cupping the right check of my ass in his big hand he pushed me in the direction of the door. “Jump in the shower and I will be right behind you.”
As I climbed the steps I heard him turning knobs and pushing buttons on the washing machine. When I got to the bathroom I went right into the shower. My dick was starting to get really hard. It didn’t take much back then for me to get hard and the feeling of my Father’s attention and now the warm water on my body gave me a raging hard-on.
In just a few minutes my Dad came into the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, I could see him coming over to the shower. He opened the door and asked, “Need any help?” As he opened the door I turned away to rinse my hair, but I said, “Sure thing Dad, plenty of room.” I was a little embarrassed for him to see my boner but at the same time I wanted to have him join me. Secretly I had wanted to see his dick hard. I wanted to see how I compared to him.
He stepped into the shower and closed the glass door and said, “How about if I wash your back.”
I busied myself by rinsing my hair as he reached past me pressing his warm sweaty body against mine to reach for the bar of soap. I finished rinsing my hair and could hear him working the bar of soap in his hands and then felt him rubbing it across my back.
Once again, he squeezed his body past me to put the soap back in the tray. This time I could feel his dick brush against my butt and thigh. I could tell without looking that it was swollen. It felt wonderful as it slid warm and full across my wet skin.
My father started to use both hands to soap up my shoulders and then my arms and then my back. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the shower wall and pushed out my ass a little as he began to work a lather up on my bottom. As I leaned forward Father’s right leg moved forward past my right leg so that as he leaned into me his crotch and dick were now pressed up against my bottom. His cock was a hard-thick rod pressing against me and I could feel his balls sliding across my lower but cheek while his dick slid up my ass into the small of my back.
He took his time. My breathing was rapid and shallow as he moved his left hand down onto my ass and said, “You got a lot of color. It makes your pretty little ass shine like the full moon.” His hand circled the globes of my bottom. Then slowly he moved his hand down into the crack. Up and down one finger moved then two then three as he carefully scrubbed me. And then with one finger he gently touched my hole, not pushing in, just exploring the outside and placing gentle pressure on my rosebud.
After many long moments he pushed my shoulders further forward and down so that my ass pushed harder into him and he moved his hand forward between my legs to “clean” my balls with soft circular cupping motions. His hips shifted as he leaned forward over me, and I could feel his rock-hard dick slide up and then down on my ass. Finally, with his right hand on my right hip and his left hand between my legs he released my balls and slowly slid his hand up the length of my stiff cock.
Everything stopped. I could barely breath. He wasn’t stroking me. He was just holding my dick. I was so hard I thought I would break. His hand on my cock felt so good I could think of nothing else. The water sprayed over us and I could feel something deep in me start to surge. But I didn’t move. I just froze.
Finally, he spoke quietly in my ear “Is it ok? I won’t do this if you like don’t like it. Do you like it? Its ok if you like it.” I could barely breath, but I answered “Yes. Yes, I like it very much.”
His soapy hand began to slowly move up and down my stiff cock. The feeling was overwhelming. Every bit of my mind was focused on the feeling of this big arm sliding between my legs and his soapy hand stroking my dick. While he slowly stroked my cock, I reached back and found his dick. I turned enough to look at what I had in my hand. His cock was huge and rock hard. It was pale when it was just hanging down but now it had darkened, and the massive helmet head was deep red. As he slid his hand up and down my cock I mimicked his motions on his dick. It felt so hard and hot and wonderful.
He slowly slid his hand back off my dick and past my balls and up the crack of my ass and up my back to my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
Once again, I could barely breath. I had not let go of his dick. It felt perfectly amazing to stroke it. His dick was rock hard, and I was fascinated by the veins that ran just under the skin. All nine inches curving slightly up toward me begging my gaze and my touch. It throbbed as my grip tightened and I began to explore it. Beneath the base of his cock his large full balls had pulled up a little, but they were warm and firm as I cupped them with my other hand.
While I explored him he once again gently stroked my cock and fondled my balls and caressed my body and ass. After a few minutes he pressed past me to turn off the water and pulled me close to him. We stood there in the shower, our wet slick bodies pressed together with our arms wrapped around each other and our dicks pressed up between our bodies. No one moved until finally my Dad leaned back so that our dicks were still pressed between us, but he looked me in the eye and asked, “Would you like to take this to my room?” I nodded and smiled and then leaned my head on his shoulder and he stroked my hair. In a few moments we stepped out of the shower.
I stood quietly while he dried both of us off with a towel. When he got to my dick he ever so gently ran the towel over my cock and then dropped it to the floor. With one hand he took my dick and with the other he took his own and pushed them together side by side. I gasped at the feeling as he slowly stroked both of our cocks as though they were one. I looked down and watched. I was surprised that I wasn’t that much smaller than him. The feeling was exquisite. There was so much dick between us. It felt so good. After a few moments he released my cock and took my hand and said, “Come with me.”
We walked together to his bedroom where he stripped the bedspread down off the king size bed and then laid down crosswise on the bed and said, “Come here.” And he reached for me.
I slowly climbed onto the bed beside him. He pulled me into his arms and turned us on our sides so that once again our dicks touched. As they touched an electric charge ran through me from my dick to my nuts and out to the rest of my body. I pushed my hips up against him and let my cock slide against his in slow rocking motions. The feeling of his body pressed against mine and our dicks moving against each other was incredible. I was in a different world where my deepest needs were being fulfilled.
In a moment he pushed me onto my back and he crawled up on his knees straddling my legs, his hard dick pressed down on my throbbing member. He shifted his hips back and forth so that his dick slid up and down against mine. The sensation was unbelievable. I could barely breath. I didn’t want him to stop. No, I wanted to take it further. I wanted to experience this. I wanted to feel the release.
Just when I thought that I couldn’t stand it any longer he pushed back and slid down. I could feel his stubble and warm breath and then his wet tongue on my chest then my nipples. Then, slowly, he worked down my stomach. Then his rough cheeks caressed my cock. He stopped, I could feel his breath on the head of my cock and he looked up at me and asked, “Is this OK?” I had barely answered “Yes” when his hot wet mouth started to explore my throbbing cock.
I had never felt anything like this before. Nothing existed besides his rough tongue caressing the head of my cock and gently probing its slit. His tongue slid up and down the shaft of my cock while his stubbly chin scrapped on the intensely sensitive skin of my cock just an inch below. The combination of the soft tongue and the sharp chin stubble was exquisite pleasure and pain.
Father’s mouth moved up and down my shaft and head with his tongue lapping up my leaking pre-cum. Finally, he slid down to my balls and after licking them carefully he gently took one after another into his mouth and gently sucked on them. My hips pushed back. I didn’t want him to stop but I wanted him to go back to my cock. At last he let my balls go and moved back up to the head of my throbbing shaft. I could feel his warm breath on cock as he asked “Are you sure? Do you want this?”
Though I had never experienced anything like this before I knew I wanted it more than anything in the world. I wanted my cock sucked. I could think of nothing I wanted more. I moaned out “Yes! Please!” With that his mouth took in the head of my cock. I was suddenly aware of a tidal shift in my balls. Somehow my father’s lips wrapped around the head of cock had connected to my balls. There was a surge deep in my tentacles as he teased my piss hole and cock head with his tongue.
Just when I thought that I was going to explode he started to move down on the shaft. As his hot wet mouth slid down on to my cock hips rose up to drive my steel hard rod into his mouth. It started gently but in only a few seconds it was an urgent need to drive deep into his throat. As I drove my steel rod into his moist hot mouth I could feel his tongue lap at my stiff member and feel his stubbled chin scrape against the sensitive skin of my shaft.
Once, twice I drove deep into his mouth. His lips squeezed on the length of my shaft, but the head of my cock was pushing into the tightness of his throat. The combination was overwhelming. Again, and again, he took me all the way to the hilt. I pushed up as he dove down and with each motion the tidal forces in my groin swelled. I wanted it to go on forever, but I also wanted release. I could feel him push down harder, greedily taking every inch of me deep into him. Suddenly the surge began again, I could feel my cum swell up in my balls and then start to explode up into my throbbing cock.
My body writhed as a huge load blasted up through me. It rushed up my dick like the rush from a broken damn into a narrow gorge. I could feel my juice splash against the back of his throat as the muscles in his throat spasmed to suck it down.
I didn’t know it, but I wasn’t done. My father’s mouth slowly slid off my cock and then he took hold of my still vibrating rod. He stroked me slowly at first, but as I began to groan and thrust my hips back at him his hand moved more rapidly. His hand pumped up and down on my red-hot shaft. Once again, my balls seemed to swell with the buildup of jiz until I blasted again shooting onto his face. Then as he wiped up the cum off his face and started to lick it up, I shot again into his hair without even being touched.
Father gently took hold of my cock and slid up to lie face to face with me and wrap his big arms around me. Our damp warm naked bodies pressed hard against one another. My body was still vibrating. My cock was still hard and throbbing. We laid there without speaking for a long time till father kissed me gently and whispered in my ear “Was that OK?”
I said “Yes.”