Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2016 13:52:07 +1000
From: Albert Good <farmedboy@gmail.com>
Subject: A Steamy Shower

A Steamy Shower
By Albert Good

Copyright 2016. This material is intended for adult reading only. The
characters and events depicted are entirely fictional. Please send any
feedback to farmedboy@gmail.com

The read out on my digital clock read 2 am when I heard the muffled sound
of the car door shutting, right on schedule. A few moments later I heard
the front door of the house open as my dad came in from his shift, he
worked long and hard to keep us in food and shelter. There was a soft
jingle as he dropped his keys on the bench, he thought I was asleep and
tried to be considerate but I knew his routine by heart. There were beeps
and a slight clatter as he reheated and ate the dinner I had prepared
before going to bed. He ran some water in the sink and washed his plate and
cutlery, just so I wouldn't have to in the morning, I was thirteen and I
think my dad thought I'd been saddled with enough responsibility since our
mum had left years earlier. He tried to do what he could to make my life
easier.

Now there was a click as he turned off the lights and strode down the
hallway. I counted his steps; five, six, on the seventh he stopped and
turned into the bathroom. The door creaked as he pushed the door to but
just like every other night he didn't close it properly, not wanting to
make too much noise. I kind of felt bad that I was about to take advantage
of his consideration but the temptation outweighed my guilt as it had every
other night for the past several weeks. I heard the water start running and
I counted to thirty under my breath.

On thirty I slid the sheet down my naked body. I was only thirteen and I
wasn't a jock or anything but my body was nothing to be ashamed of. I was
lean and tall and as my feet touched the cold wooden floor in my room part
of me was as big as it ever got. At almost seven inches my cock was the
part of my body I was most proud of. I'd seen the other boys at school and
even looked online. For my age my thick, meaty cock was something to be
admired. At that moment it was rock hard and right up against my stomach, a
little precum already drooling from it.

On tiptoe I crept from my room and down the hallway towards the
bathroom. At the threshold I held my breath and slowly reached out my hand
to the door. Ever so gently and slowly I pushed the door inwards. I'd
learnt that if you were patient and went exceptionally slowly you could
avoid the door making a noise at all. Steam billowed out of the room, my
dad liked his showers scalding hot, something I tried to emulate when I
showered myself. Through the steam I could barely make out the shower stall
opposite me, it's frosted glass doors pulled closed. I took one step
forward, my body moving super slowly, just as I'd practiced for weeks
before doing this the first time with my father actually in the
shower. Another slow step and now I could make out the vague shape of my
dads naked body through the frosted glass. I could feel my cock throbbing
in time with my heart beat and I wiped my mouth, suddenly it was dry.

I steeled myself for the last step, I'd done it before, I could do it
again. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, slowly lowering myself to
the ground on my knees, only a few feet from my fathers bare body. There,
on the ground beside the toilet bowl, was what I had been looking for. Dads
clothes lay in a crumpled heap, his work shirt, his socks, his jeans and
there, poking out of the waistband of his jeans, were his underpants. Today
they were a red pair of briefs. I knew all of my dads underwear, after all
I did the washing. I could have gotten them anytime I wanted but it was
right now that I wanted them, when they were fresh off his body, while they
still stank of his ripe meat and heavy balls.

I reached out and gingerly pinched them between my thumb and forefinger and
pulled them slowly out of the jeans. I took extra care to take my time, not
wanting to cause the belt buckle to rattle. Then they were free and I
smiled. I brought them up to my face and pressed deep into them, closing my
eyes and breathing deep. sniffing at those smells that I longed to
taste. My cock was harder than ever now.

"Albert!" My fathers shocked voice brought me back to reality. My eyes
snapped open and looked up, right into his startled face. The door of the
shower had been pushed aside and he was looking down at me, his eyes wide
and his mouth slightly open. Droplets of water ran down his large arms and
dripped to the floor. A light feathering of brown hair covered his pecs and
tapered down across his hard, tight stomach to disappear entirely. With a
shock I realised my fathers crotch was completely shaved, his cock and
balls hung smooth and hair free, almost level with my face.

His dirty underwear slipped from my fingers and I looked at the floor, I
could not bear to meet his blue eyes with my own right in that moment. I
felt more ashamed of myself than for anything I had ever done and prepared
myself for the abuse and hatred I was sure would follow but my father
shocked me. He must have stepped out of the shower towards me because
suddenly his hand was on my face, lifting my chin. Gently but firmly he
forced my head up so he could look into my eyes. He stood like that for a
long moment, staring intently into my eyes and then the corner of his mouth
turned up slightly.

"This isn't the first time you've done this, is it?" He asked me and I
shook my head in his grip, there was no use denying it now. "You like to
sniff my underwear while you jerk off, that's it right, son?"

"Yes, dad," it was barely a whisper but it was out there, I'd said it, I'd
admitted my guilt. His large right hand slipped away from my chin, up
across my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had leaked from my eye
as it passed. Tenderly his hand slipped around, past my ear, into my thick
brown hair, coming to a stop behind my head. Then, just as he had forced my
head up to meet his gaze he started pulling my head forward towards his
groin. For a moment I resisted, confused and bewildered but my dick pounded
and I could feel precum oozing out of it. My tongue brushed my dry lips and
my eyes dropped back from his face to his crotch. Now his hardening flesh
was only inches from my face and getting closer. It was no longer
completely soft, blood had started to pump to it and it stood out from dads
balls, half hard and getting fatter by the second.

I had time to briefly think 'it kinda looks like my cock' before his large
cock head touched my lips. Just like me my dad was cut with a bulbous
head. Slowly he slid his fat cockhead across my lips, back and forth,
leaving a trail of precum that my eager tongue lapped up. My dads precum
tasted even better than I had imagined, like some sweet nectar that he had
made, just for me. Greedily I licked at his cock head, wanting more,
needing more, tasting his fat man meat as the head of his dick slid across
my tongue, depositing more tasty goo for me to swallow.

"Oh, son, yes!" He groaned as my mouth closed around his shaft, I could
feel it growing, pressing against my lips as it swelled. I had never sucked
a cock before but I'd read about it and dreamed it so many times that I
knew exactly what I wanted to do. Hungrily I sucked my dads thick meat as
far as I could into my mouth, trying to reach my lips to the base. The more
I sucked the harder and longer his cock grew in my mouth until I gagged and
had to pull off with a cough. I heard him laugh and I looked up at him, his
face so similar to mine. A wicked grin spread his mouth wide and his eyes
twinkled.

"Daddy's cock is a big one, son. You gotta take it slowly if you want to
take it all."

I looked back down at his cock, it was fully hard now and at least eight
inches long, maybe nine! Precum and my spit combining to coat it in a
shining layer of moisture. His cock had the same vein running along the
underside as mine. I licked it, tracing the line of the vein from just
above his hanging balls to where it disappeared just below the head. Gently
I laid my lips against dads cockhead and kissed it, it was my whole world
in that moment. I pulled back and his precum had stuck to my lips, forming
a low, hanging loop between his cock and my mouth. My tongue flicked up and
gobbled it up, his tasty nectar fuelling my desire more for more. I would
have done anything for my dad and he knew it.

His hips thrust forward slowly and the hard head of his penis pushed
against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth again. This time I was ready
for it, using my tongue across the head, making my father moan in
pleasure. I could feel his hand pressing on the back of my head again,
urging me to take some more of his dick. I complied, opening mouth as far
as I could to allow his thick, juicy meat to slide across my tongue and
into the back of my throat, leaving a trail of tasty precum behind it. As
his head touched my tonsils it started to retreat. My moan of
disappointment as it slid back out of my mouth matched the groan of
pleasure my dad let out. Just his fat head remained in my mouth, my lips
sealed around it. I sucked hard, wanting him to stay in my mouth and he
did, sliding back into my mouth again, pushing his head into my throat
again and retreating before I could gag. With each stroke he pushed further
into my throat, increasing his speed. His hand kept the pressure on my head
to keep me in place as he started fucking my mouth. I couldn't even get
half of his fat cock into my mouth without gagging but dad didn't push too
hard once he'd found my limit. Faster and faster his cock pumped into my
mouth and his groans and grunts got louder and louder. I placed my hands on
his thick thighs, slowly stroking his muscles with each thrust of his
hips. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling clumps tightly, almost
painfully. With an almighty moan he pulled his cock backwards and wrenched
my head away, his cock popping free from my lips and a splattering of spit
flew from it across the room.

"You want to take my load, don't you, boy?" My dad said, pulling my face
back to look up at him. His slightly furred chest was flushed red and
looked even more massive than normal from this angle. I nodded and his
smile widened. "Then I want you to swallow every drop, don't spill any. Be
a good son."

With the last word he thrust his cock back across my lips into my mouth. My
lips sealed around his shaft as it pumped in and out, his breathing grew
shallow and fast. Dads moans seemed to blend into one long primal grunt of
ecstasy and I anticipated his hot load on my tongue. I had eaten my own
load ever since I'd started cumming almost a year ago and I wondered if it
tasted like dads.

His groan and breathing stopped dead, so did his body, his cock head sat on
my tongue for a long moment and then warm liquid jetted across my tongue
and tonsils. I swallowed eagerly but there was more coming. I was halfway
through my second gulp when I realised my dad hadn't cum, he was emptying
his bladder into my mouth, a hot steaming load of piss and I was swallowing
it! I tried to pull back but his big hand held my head in place.

"Swallow it for daddy," it was barely a whisper but suddenly I was able to
swallow again. I greedily sucked the hot piss down as he continued to
unload into me. My inexperience showed though, I was having trouble keeping
up with his piss stream. Some leaked from my lips and slid down my chin. My
eyes watered with the effort as I took gulp after gulp and then, finally it
slowed and his cock started sliding back and forth across my tongue again
as I swallowed the last little mouthfuls of dads piss.

I broke away, gasping for breath. My dads hands cradled my face, wiping
away my tears gently.

"You took that well, son." He said.

"I wanted to make sure I took all of it for you, daddy" I replied, smiling
up at his beauty.

"Oh, you haven't taken all of it," he said and his cock pulsed as a small
squirt of piss shot from it, splashing me across the face. "Not yet."

Dads large hand released the grip it had on my hair and slipped down,
across my neck and then down into my armpit. His left hand came down into
my other armpit and he hauled me to my feet, the muscles in his arm flexing
and rolling beneath the skin as he did so. At five foot nine I stood with
my eyes level with my fathers stubble covered chin. I was so nervous that I
didn't know where to look, up into his beautiful eyes, ahead at his huge
chest or down to the marvellous cock that had just fed me my first load of
steaming piss.

Electricity seemed to shoot across my body as my dads hands left my
armpits, tracing gently across my chest, briefly flicking at my nipples
before dropping across my flat stomach to my groin. I gasped with delight
as my fathers fingers ran along my shaft, light as feathers and then let
out an inarticulate cry as his fingers wrapped themselves around me,
grasping my cock firmly in his calloused hands. My fathers free hand
dropped to my balls, caressing them gently, delicately. He bent forward,
his face passing mine on its way down. There was a look of hunger on his
face that I knew must be reflected in my own, my cock swelled as I realised
my dad wanted me just as much as I wanted him. His face turned to my chest
and his tongue flicked out, finding first one nipple and then the other. I
grunted and my hips humped forward involuntarily. Slowly my dad began to
stroke my shaft, gripping it firmly as he did. His mouth closed on my right
nipple and I felt the pressure of his lips as he began to suck it. Precum
oozed from my dick and over my fathers hand, lubing it up and making it
slide easier and faster. I felt my fathers teeth close on my nipple and
bite, ever so gently. I cried out softly and my dick throbbed. I heard my
father grunt deep in his throat and he increased the pressure on my nipple,
his teeth digging in to my skin. Suddenly the feeling of his mouth on my
nipple and his hand on my cock were too much for my body to handle any
more.

"Oh daddy!" I yelled as I came, my body wracked by waves of pleasure. The
first spurt shot out of my knob, feeling like a fiery bullet, arcing up and
hitting my fathers chest just above the right nipple, matting the hair
there to his skin. The second blast hit him in the nuts, splashing his sack
with my boy cream. The third and forth shots went between his legs, landing
on the cold tiles.

"Oh, Albert" my dad sounded so happy as he raised his head to look not my
face. "I think I may need another shower after that. Care to join me?"

"Sure," I nodded eagerly and stepped forward to get into the stall but he
stopped me by laying his hand on my chest. Even after having just cum his
touch felt like sparks. He shook his head at me and pushed me back a step.

"You can join me in there but first you need to clean up the mess you
made," he pointed to his chest. "How about you lick daddy clean, boy?"

Maybe he thought I'd be shocked but I'd been eating my own cum for ages,
licking it off his chest would be a bonus as far as I was concerned. I bent
forward and slid my tongue through his chest hair, licking my cum up into
my mouth. I spread my lips and took his nipple in my mouth, sucking on it
and enjoying the feeling as it got harder. I slipped it out of my mouth and
continued to lick dads chest, working my way across to the other side,
where no cum had been, to work on his other pec and taste that nipple
too. Back and forth I worked for a few minutes, sucking, licking and
nibbling at the big chest of my dad. Eventually I lifted my face from his
chest, I could feel my aching cock starting to harden again.

"That was a pretty good job," dad said and started to turn towards the
shower. "Let's get wet."

"Wait," I shot my hand out and grabbed his biceps, pulling him back to face
me again. "That wasn't the only place I came on you."

I dropped to my knees in front of my dad once more. He was still hard, his
thick, purple rod standing to attention, I hoped it was thanks to my work
on his chest. Below his huge dick hung his smooth sack, heavy and pendulous
and with a huge, dripping wad of my cum hanging on it. I stuck out my
tongue and leaned forward, stroking his balls with the tip of my
tongue. Then, as I heard his pleasure sounds from above me I laid my tongue
against his balls and lapped at my cum, sucking his big balls into my mouth
to make sure his sack was one hundred percent clean. When I was satisfied I
stood up and grinned at my dad.

"Now we're ready for that shower," I said and he laughed, pulling me
forward into a play headlock and dragging me into the shower stall. He
released me as he started the water flowing, aiming the head of the shower
at the floor as he checked the temperature, getting the water back to the
steaming hot that he liked. When the water was a temperature he was
satisfied with his held the shower above his head, letting the water pour
down across his body. I was trembling with desire as I watched the water
trace his muscles from his chest, down across his abs, past his cock, down
his thick thighs and then his calves to run away down the drain. He turned
the water on me and I gasped at the almost scalding heat. I sighed as the
heat filled my body, this was the best shower I'd ever had.

"Turn around," dad said "Let me soap you and clean you up. From what I've
seen you've been a dirty boy tonight."

I obeyed, turning my back to my dad, regretting that I could no longer see
his naked body. That regret disappeared moments later when he laid his
hands on my shoulders. His hands massaged soap into my shoulders and neck,
unknotting the muscles and feeling like bliss. His fingers worked circles
down my shoulder blades. I sighed and leaned my head forward, allowing the
hot water to wash over me and help relax my muscles. His hands slid under
my shoulder blades and he worked his thumbs along either side of my
spine. His hands crept down my back, spreading their heavenly feeling
through my body. At the small of my back his thumbs stopped going lower and
just circled. I could feel his fingers spreading on each side of my waist
but not going any lower as if there was some unmarked line on my body that
his hands wouldn't cross. Dad worked his hands back up me, a little more
firm in his massage this time. Grunts and groans issued from my mouth as
his hands seemed to work miracles of pleasure across my back. Dads hands
worked their way back down again but this time they didn't stop at my
waist. Instead his hand slid down over my hairless ass cheeks, stroking
them gently and then sinking his fingers into the flesh, grabbing each
cheek in one hand, feeling my firm teenage ass. His fingers kneaded into my
ass muscles pushing my cheeks together and then pulling them apart
briefly. I wondered if dad had gotten a glimpse of my hole and what he had
thought of it.

I heard him make an appreciative sound behind me as he parted my ass cheeks
again. This time one of his fingers ran down my crack and skittered briefly
across my virgin asshole, sending tingling shock waves through my body. My
knees felt weak, I shivered and my breath came out in a stuttering chatter
like I was freezing cold. Dads finger slid down my crack again and this
time when it passed my hole it pushed at me a little, testing and teasing
my hole. My father and I both groaned in pleasure in unison as he did it to
me again. This time as he pushed tenderly at my hole with his finger I
pushed back with my ass, letting him know I wanted what he was
offering. The next time his finger slid down my ass crack and pushed at my
hole I pushed back harder. The tip of my fathers finger traced circles on
top of my hole, pushing at me, wanting to enter into my most private of
places.

"C'mon, son." My dads voice was low and heavy with desire. "You can do it."

I pushed my ass backwards and then yelped in pain as the tip of dads finger
pushed up inside my hole, where not even my own fingers had ever been. My
fathers free arm wrapped around my chest and I felt his lips against my
earlobe.

"Just relax," he whispered, I could feel each word formed on his lips "Let
me in, Albert. I'm your father, your ass is mine if I want it, isn't it?"

His words had the desired effect, even as I nodded in answer to his
question my ass suddenly loosened, allowing more of his finger to slide
gently inside me.

"Oh, dad. Please, oh my god, please, it feels so amazing," I really wasn't
aware of what I was saying, I just wanted him to know how good his finger
made me feel as it swirled around inside me.

"Shhh. I know," he whispered to me. "Spread your legs, lean forward."

He unwrapped his arm from around me as I obeyed. I missed the feeling of
his big chest pressed against my back but it was easier like this. I
pressed my hands into the wall in front of me, bending forward so my father
could slide his finger deeper into my tight little ass. I closed my eyes
and bit my lips to keep from crying out again as he pushed his finger in
and out of my hole. It took time but soon he had his whole finger inside
me, tickling parts of me that I never knew could feel so good.

"Think you can take a second finger," my dads voice seemed to come from a
million miles away, I was lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"Yes, dad. Anything for you," I sighed and my knees almost buckled as he
pushed a second finger at my hole.

Slowly he worked the second finger into me, his voice coaching me through
it, telling me how good I was doing, how proud of me he was, how glad he
was that I was his son. I could barely form words to respond but he seemed
to read my body and knew what I needed better than I did. Soon he was
fucking me with two fingers, sliding them in and out of my ass, making me
grunt like an animal every time he pushed them up into me. I leaned further
forward, resting my cheek against the tiled wall. My cock ached and
throbbed and felt like it was going to explode every time my dads finger
plunged into me.

I cried out with disappointment when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of
me and started to turn but a firm push with one of his hands kept me in
place. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks once again, exposing the bud
he had been making feel so good with his fingers. Something ran across my
hole and I shuddered. It happened again and I realised it was his tongue as
it pushed up inside me, making my body spasm. I'd never known how good a
tongue could make an ass feel but I was getting a lesson now as my dad
tongue fucked me with gusto. His tongue sawed in and out of my hole,
sending waves of pleasure through me. I wiggled on his tongue and pushed my
ass out and dad grunted his approval, sending vibrations through my
anus. Dad pulled back and spat, his spit landing on my slowly loosening
pucker and his tongue pushed it into me again. His hands gripped my
buttocks, spreading my cheeks around his face. I could feel the stubble of
his chin tickling my smooth ass as he tongued me more fiercely.

His tongue left my hole and I felt his teeth sink into my left ass
cheek. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt and make
me gasp. His tongue licked across my ass cheek and up to the small of my
back. I shivered with delight as his tongue traced my spine upwards. His
hands left my buttocks and slipped up my sides, tickling my ribs as his
arms wrapped around me. My dads big hands came to rest on my chest, his
fingers softly rubbing my nipples. His tongue reached the nape of my neck
and he kissed me there, tenderly. He kissed the side of my neck, his mouth
slightly open this time. The next was less of a kiss and more a slow, firm,
passionate bite. I knew what I wanted next and I pushed my ass backwards
until I felt my fathers cock slide across my cheeks and into my warm,
welcoming crack. He groaned into my neck and bit down harder as he humped
his hips forward, his cock sliding up and down in the valley between my
cheeks. My hole tingled and my mouth worked soundlessly at the delights
that were filling my body as my dads cock slide across my eager thirteen
year old hole. I wanted him inside me and I knew I wanted it soon.

"Fuck me, daddy," I begged "Please be my first, make me feel like a man."

"Hope you're ready for it, son," dad said, pulling his mouth away from my
neck. "I want to fuck you and I'm not waiting to go get the lube, I want
your cherry right now."

One of his hands dropped away from my chest and back around to fumble near
my hole for a moment. His round mushroom head was pressed against my hole,
pushing gently and persistently at me, wanting to be inside me. I tried
hard to relax but my sphincter refused to cooperate, clenching tightly
against my dads cock head, not letting him inside. He pushed a little
harder and I cried out in pain. Immediately dad stopped and his hand that
had been caressing my pecs slid down across my stomach to my erect
cock. Slowly he slid his fingers across my head, covering them in my
precum. Then he took his hand back around to my ass and I felt his fingers
wiping my own precum on my hole. He hugged me to him again as his cock
pushed against my ass once more.

I thought back to how amazing his tongue and fingers had felt inside me and
forced my ass to relax. Suddenly, without warning my ass gave way to the
pressure and his head popped inside me. I froze, my sphincter tightening
again as I tried to get used to this new pressure and the way he was
stretching me. Pain shot through my body but with it came a lingering sense
of teetering on the edge of ecstasy. He kissed my neck again, just below my
ear and sighed, I knew it was my ass that was giving him that pleasure and
I smiled. I grit my teeth and pushed backwards, slow as a glacier.

"I love your tight ass," dad could barely form the words around his grunts
of pleasure. My ass loosened more, allowing another inch of him to slide
into me and I bit my lip harder. My fingers scrabbled hopelessly at the
smooth, wet tiles as dad groaned and pushed another inch into my ass. There
was still pain but now I could feel a pleasure that overrode he pain, made
it bearable, made it worthwhile, made me want more.

"Dad-" my scream of ecstasy was cut off as one of my dads hands clamped
around my mouth, muffling my cry as the last of his cock slid into me. I
felt his balls swing softly against my own. His hand that wasn't across my
mouth slid down and grabbed my hard dick tight. His big meat slowly
withdrew from my ass, this action matched by his hand sliding along the
length of my shaft. When just the head of him remained in me he reversed
direction, sliding his cock back up my chute and his hand back along my
cock again.

It seemed like an eternity that my dad fucked me like that, matching each
long, deep thrust of his cock into my ass with a slow, tight stroke of my
cock. My body shook and I made primal grunts each time his cock was all the
way inside me. He dropped his hand away from my mouth when he was finally
sure I wasn't going to wake the neighbourhood, using it instead to stroke
my chest and stomach.

His pace slowly picked up, each thrust coming just a little quicker than
the one before it. My dads cock was sliding in and out of me, stretching my
hole, faster and faster. I grunted and groaned and the water from the
shower washed away my sweat. I could hear and feel my dads breath on my
neck, it was getting more ragged and I knew he was close to cumming. I'd
never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted my dads load inside me
and I let him know it, bucking my hips back to meet each thrust, clamping
my ass muscles down every time he was in me up to the hilt.

"Cum in me daddy," I cried out. "Fill my hole with your load."

My plea sent him over the edge. He cried out once, a inarticulate sound of
pleasure, and thrust his hips forward. This was the hardest fuck yet and it
pushed me forward against the wall. Dads hips were locked to mine and he
followed me forward, pinning me against the wall with his cock. Inside me
his cock spasmed, briefly swelling even bigger than normal. His hot load
splashed against my insides as he unloaded squirt after squirt inside me. I
counted six pumps of his cock against my tight ass muscles before dad
slumped forward against me, spent and exhausted. I flexed my ass and felt
dad shudder involuntarily against me.

"I love you, son," he murmured into my ear, lost in bliss.