The low summer sun was streaming in through the
windshield of the station wagon as we headed home from the campground.
The back of the car was full of tents and camping gear and backpacks and dirty
clothes. It all smelled vaguely of campfires and sweat. We were still
wearing the same crumpled and dirty scouting shirts and shorts that we had worn
all weekend.
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 strong legs and I couldn’t help but notice the mound that strained against his zipper. I had found that in the last few months I had been very curious about his body. Mostly I wanted to know how big my dick was compared to his. 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.
Dad was a slim 6” 4’ with wavy black hair and a smooth lanky body. After a weekend in the woods his strong square jaw was thick with stubble. Normally at home we would share the upstairs bathroom, and I loved to watch him shave. 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 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
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 strong legs and I couldn’t help but notice the mound that strained against his zipper. I had found that in the last few months I had been very curious about his body. Mostly I wanted to know how big my dick was compared to his. 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.
Dad was a slim 6” 4’ with wavy black hair and a smooth lanky body. After a weekend in the woods his strong square jaw was thick with stubble. Normally at home we would share the upstairs bathroom, and I loved to watch him shave. 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 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
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 him looking at me 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 hiking boots, 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. On the other hand, my pubic hair had just filled out and my dick had grown to a full eight inches 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 to finish undressing. As I stripped and handed Dad 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 will put something on your shoulders later. We better not let you get a sunburn, or your mom will kill us when she gets home tomorrow."
He looked up and down my naked body again and said. "You know I think I need to buy you a speedo.” He spun me around to look at my back and gave me a friendly slap on my exposed ass cheek. “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 swell. 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 again. Then cupping the cheeks of my ass in his big hands 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 hard. It didn’t take much back then for me to get hard (still doesn’t) 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, peeked in and asked, “Need any help?” As he opened the door, I turned away to wash 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 washing my hair as he reached past me pressing his warm sweaty body against mine to reach for the bar of soap. I finished washing my hair and could hear him working the bar of soap in his hands.
Then, as I rinsed my hair, he again squeezed his body past me to put the soap back in the tray. I froze in place as he began to rub his soapy hands across my shoulders. His hands were rough from work, but the soapy film made the feeling of them stroking my skin intensely sensual. His hands were so powerful, yet they gently caressed my skin.
He seemed to be really taking a long time to make sure my shoulders were clean. I didn't mind I could have stayed there for days. I was almost in a trance when I realized that his hands had moved down to work on my back. I let out a quite moan as he slowly scrubbed up and down. As he worked, I realized that something was occasionally brushing against the inside of my legs just below my ass. I leaned my head down a little and looked down and back. My Father’s dick was starting to swell. As his hands moved up and down my back his swollen dick was dancing along the outside of my thigh and hip. As I watched his dick went from pointing down in a curve to pointing straight out and up. His rigid pole felt wonderful as it slid warm and full across my wet skin.
As I watched I leaned forward and placed my hands on the shower wall and pushed out my ass a little. Dad’s hands moved to the small of my back where he pushed gently into my muscles with his thumbs and spread his fingers out to massage me just above my ass and hips. He reached with one hand for the soap again while keeping the other on my waist. He slid the bar or soap in slow circles around the cheeks of my ass till he dropped the soap on the floor. Then, as though I had asked him to out loud, he began to work a lather up on my bottom. I leaned forward more and pushed my ass out a little further into his caress.
The feel of his hands
circling the globes of my ass was intense. I closed my eyes as he went
from scrubbing my glutes to cupping them and squeezing them. He leaned
forward and whispered in my ear “You are getting a man-ass son.” Time
stood still. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I could feel his
hips pushed against me as his hands made lazy circles on the cheeks of my
ass. He leaned back a little and his thumbs moved into
the crack of my ass and he pushed the globes apart to open my crack. I
could feel his eyes on my bottom as he said “You got a lot of color. It
makes your ass shine like the full moon.”
Then slowly he moved his thumbs slightly down into my crack. While he continued to cup my ass, his thumbs moved up and down along the edges of my crack and then he moved one hand so that his fingers gently stroked along my crack. He leaned in again to whisper in my ear again “Let me clean you really good down here.” I couldn’t say anything, but I responded by leaning into the wall a little more and pushing my ass out into his hands.
Father backed up a little and crouched down on his haunches so that his face was directly behind my butt. He reached down with one hand and picked up the fallen soap and brought it up to my ass crack. With one hand he spread my cheeks and with the other he ran the soap up and down between my cheeks. He then dropped the soap and with both hands lathered me up running his fingers gently up and down to caress my crack.
And then with one finger he ever so lightly touched my hole, not pushing in, just exploring the outside and placing gentle pressure on my rosebud. I moaned. His finger pressed a little more and I could feel him turn his hand first clockwise and then counterclockwise. Then he pushed in just a little more and I gasped. The feeling was so intense. I wanted more. I pushed back into his finger and the tip of his finger moved into me. We both froze for a moment and to my disappointment his finger moved back, and he moved his hand down and forward between my legs.
I instinctively spread my legs further apart and once again, he reached for the bar of soap. As I looked down, I watched as his hand slid between my legs and he used the soap to lather up my balls. With one hand he held my scrotum and with the other he softly rubbed the soap on my testis. After a few amazing moments he dropped the soap again and with soft circular motions he began to clean my balls. His hands cupped my sack and he slowly twisted his hand around caressing them and tugging them down.
By this point my dick was as hard as it had ever been. It was throbbing, hard and intensely sensitive. I so badly wanted to reach down and stroke myself. I resisted, allowing myself to be totally absorbed in my Father’s touch.
Finally, with his left hand still on my balls he reached around my hip hugging me tightly and wrapping his right hand around my engorged and throbbing cock. The combination of his hand on my hungry dick, his arm wrapped around my waist, my balls being held sent me into a kind of sexual spasm. My body trembled. We hung in space for a long moment. I could feel the heat of his breath on my ass and the warmth of his arms between my legs and around my hip. I felt the pressure of his grip on my balls and throbbing cock. Every bit of my mind was focused on the feeling of this big arm between my legs and his soapy hand holding my dick. I did not want this to every stop.
Father slowly let go of my balls and without letting go of my cock he stood, and his hand slid deeply up the crack of my ass and then up my back to my shoulders and he turned me around to face him.
Everything stopped. I was face to face with my Father with his hand on my rock-hard dick. I looked into his eyes and then looked down to see his dick next to mine. His was huge. A full nine inches and curving slightly up towards the ceiling.
Then slowly he moved his thumbs slightly down into my crack. While he continued to cup my ass, his thumbs moved up and down along the edges of my crack and then he moved one hand so that his fingers gently stroked along my crack. He leaned in again to whisper in my ear again “Let me clean you really good down here.” I couldn’t say anything, but I responded by leaning into the wall a little more and pushing my ass out into his hands.
Father backed up a little and crouched down on his haunches so that his face was directly behind my butt. He reached down with one hand and picked up the fallen soap and brought it up to my ass crack. With one hand he spread my cheeks and with the other he ran the soap up and down between my cheeks. He then dropped the soap and with both hands lathered me up running his fingers gently up and down to caress my crack.
And then with one finger he ever so lightly touched my hole, not pushing in, just exploring the outside and placing gentle pressure on my rosebud. I moaned. His finger pressed a little more and I could feel him turn his hand first clockwise and then counterclockwise. Then he pushed in just a little more and I gasped. The feeling was so intense. I wanted more. I pushed back into his finger and the tip of his finger moved into me. We both froze for a moment and to my disappointment his finger moved back, and he moved his hand down and forward between my legs.
I instinctively spread my legs further apart and once again, he reached for the bar of soap. As I looked down, I watched as his hand slid between my legs and he used the soap to lather up my balls. With one hand he held my scrotum and with the other he softly rubbed the soap on my testis. After a few amazing moments he dropped the soap again and with soft circular motions he began to clean my balls. His hands cupped my sack and he slowly twisted his hand around caressing them and tugging them down.
By this point my dick was as hard as it had ever been. It was throbbing, hard and intensely sensitive. I so badly wanted to reach down and stroke myself. I resisted, allowing myself to be totally absorbed in my Father’s touch.
Finally, with his left hand still on my balls he reached around my hip hugging me tightly and wrapping his right hand around my engorged and throbbing cock. The combination of his hand on my hungry dick, his arm wrapped around my waist, my balls being held sent me into a kind of sexual spasm. My body trembled. We hung in space for a long moment. I could feel the heat of his breath on my ass and the warmth of his arms between my legs and around my hip. I felt the pressure of his grip on my balls and throbbing cock. Every bit of my mind was focused on the feeling of this big arm between my legs and his soapy hand holding my dick. I did not want this to every stop.
Father slowly let go of my balls and without letting go of my cock he stood, and his hand slid deeply up the crack of my ass and then up my back to my shoulders and he turned me around to face him.
Everything stopped. I was face to face with my Father with his hand on my rock-hard dick. I looked into his eyes and then looked down to see his dick next to mine. His was huge. A full nine inches and curving slightly up towards the ceiling.
Once again, he reached
down and took my dick. He wasn’t
stroking me. We just stood there in the spray of warm water holding each other’s
dicks and enjoying out manliness.
Then Father took free arm circled my waist and pulled me into him. As he did his dick touched against my abs and as he continued to pull me in it slid up and pressed against me. I released his cock and pressed hard against it so that it was sandwiched between us. Our chests touched and then I felt his hand begin to slide down by pole. 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.
I looked down, mesmerized as he continued to slide his hand back and forth across the length of our two cocks as though they were one. He slowly
moved back and forth so that not only was his hand stroking me but so was his cock. I could feel a pressure building inside my nuts as the rest of the world disappeared. For the moment there was just our bodies and our cocks sliding and moving against one another.
After a few moments he bent his legs so that his cock was under mine and he began to softly thrust into his fist, sliding along under my cock while the head of his cock pushed back on my balls and the head of my dick poked against his pubes and hard belly. 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.”
Father released his cock and it sprang up to point up. His soapy hand began to slowly move up and down my stiff cock. The feeling was overwhelming. While he slowly stroked my cock, I reached down and found his throbbing rock hard dick again. It had been a pale dusky tan 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.
Once again, I could barely breath. I was torn between the amazing feeling of my Father’s hand sliding back and forth on my dick and the wonder of stroking his dick. It felt perfectly amazing to slide my hand up and down it. His dick was like carved stone that pulsed with life, and I was fascinated by the veins that ran just under the skin. All nine inches curving up toward me begging my gaze and my touch. It throbbed as my grip tightened and I began to explore it. With my other hand I reached down between his legs and cupped his big beautiful balls. They had pulled up a little, but they were warm and firm.
While I explored him, he gently stroked my cock and fondled my balls. After a few minutes he pushed us both under the water to rinse us. With one hand he caressed the soapy water off me while still holding and stroking my dick. Then 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
I stood quietly and watched his naked body and his rock-hard cock while he dried himself off. Then he started to dry me off starting with my hair and working down. When he got to my cock knelt down and held it with one hand and ever so gently ran the towel back and forth over the length of my cock and under my balls and back between my legs and up the crack of my ass. He dropped the towel on the floor and kissed on the head of my cock.
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 quickly 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 shaft 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 warm skin. 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.
After a few moments 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 to my stomach. Then his rough cheeks scraped my cock.
I had never felt anything like this before. Nothing existed besides his rough wet tongue caressing the head of my cock and lightly probing its slit. His tongue slid up and down the shaft of my cock while his stubbly chin scrapped on the intensely sensitive skin just an inch below. The combination of the soft tongue and the sharp chin stubble was intense pleasure and pain.
Father’s lips and tongue moved up and down the sides of my shaft with his tongue lapping up my leaking pre-cum. Finally, he slid down to my balls and after licking them carefully he 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. I wanted his mouth on my cock again. 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 my dick 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 Father to suck my cock. 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 testicles 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 my hips rose up to drive my steel hard rod into his mouth in only a few seconds it was an urgent need to drive deep into his throat. As I drove my member into his moist hot mouth, I could feel his tongue lap at me.
Once, twice I drove deep into his mouth as he drove down on me. His lips squeezed on the length of my shaft and 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 shot up through me. It blasted 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 tool. 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 jizz until I came 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 took hold of my cock and slid up on the bed 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.”
