Date: Tue, 04 Dec 2007 22:44:02 -0500
From: steward1967@aol.com
Subject: After His Shower III

     The experience I had with my father, the night I came into his room
and he allowed me to masturbate for him, was an experience I knew I would
never forget.  It was erotic beyond my wildest imaginings and, at the same
time, unendurably frustrating because I wanted it to be so much more.  I
knew that what had happened that night was all that could have happened.
We were both so unsure, both so tentative, now knowing what either of us
really wanted.  Perhaps, I thought, he was just being patient with
me...allowing me to release myself in this way because he remembered how it
was to be a horny 16 year old.  Perhaps, he thought, what I had done that
night was just an aberration... A son exploring his sexuality in an
unconventional way with no ulterior motives other than to get off.  Deep
down, however, we both knew what was going on with this dance we were doing
but neither of us was willing to take a step that both of us might regret.

     Thank God, after that night I didn't notice any difference in the way
my father acted around me.  Nothing was ever said about that night and I
didn't see any indication that he felt one way or the other about what
happened between us.  The following several nights I thought about trying
the same thing again but either my courage or my timing was lacking and it
just didn't seem like the right thing to do.  Perhaps I had gone as far as
I was able to go and that was okay with me.  I knew I would always wonder
what could have been but I didn't want my relationship with my father to
change beyond what it was right now so I hesitated to take any chances that
might jeopardize our feelings.

     That said, I was still a horny 16 year old and I still had an active
sexual imagination.  I masturbated several times over the next week about
the experience in my father's room, the excitement of being naked in front
of him, the intense pleasure of him watching me stroke my cock, the
unbearable anticipation of his finger brushing against the tip of my cock
head, the idea of him using my cum to lubricate his own cock when he
masturbated.  It was more than enough to keep me occupied for a long time.

     I thought that over time the memories of that night would fade and I
would once again begin to fantasize about the guys from high school that I
used to jack off to, but the more that time passed the more my father
became the focus of my masturbation sessions.  The image of his beautiful
cock, hanging there, plump and inviting, would not leave my head as I
stroked the shaft of my young cock.  I don't know that at that age I knew
exactly what I wanted to do with his cock, but I often found my mind
wandering to the idea of how the soft skin of his cock head would feel
against my lips.  I thought about his soft, thick cock hanging in front of
my face as I leaned toward it and let it brush against my mouth, I thought
of the smell of him just out of the shower and the warmth of his low
hanging balls against my chin.  Mostly, however, I thought about how erotic
it was to be naked that night in front of him.  There was something so
intense about the feeling of showing my hard cock to my dad that drove me
to the most amazing orgasms.  I imagined his eyes looking at my body as I
touched my cock that was hard just for him.  I wanted him to see me, to
experience the same pleasure I had showing my body to him.  I needed to
know that I was not alone in my feelings.

     Several weeks after that night, my mom had to go to a party with some
of her friends and my dad and I were going to be home alone together.  I
knew about her plans for several days and I had had many ideas about how to
make something happen with dad but I also knew that it was a very real
possibility that my courage would fail me and it would just be another
night at home, frustrated and jacking off alone in my bed.  I tried not to
think about it, but when the night came and my mother pulled out of the
driveway my imagination, once again, began to wander and the thought of my
dad and I alone in the house together got me so turned on I almost couldn't
stand it.

     We ate dinner together, quietly, and , as usual, we watched the local
news together.  After that, I went to my room to do my homework.  My heart
was pounding as I sat in my room waiting to hear the sound of my dad's
footsteps on the stairs.  Maybe he wouldn't come up after all.  Maybe he
would wait downstairs for my mother to come home before he took his shower.
I was anxious and horny and already hard as a rock.  I began to get
undressed to change into my shorts and t-shirt for bed.  I watched myself
in my full length mirror as I stripped down to my briefs, my hard cock
poking through the tight white fabric.  I played with my cock in my
underwear for several minutes, watching myself, wondering what he was
thinking that night when he saw me naked.  Did he enjoy what he saw as much
as I enjoyed showing it to him?  Did he masturbate thinking about my cock
the same way that I masturbated thinking of his?
     I knew I had to stop or I was going to cum before he even came
upstairs.  I began to putter around my room, picking up dirty cloths and
straightening up my desk, still hard and still in my underwear.  If he came
upstairs I wanted him to see that I was as excited as I hoped he was.
After a few minutes I heard his footsteps.  I froze with anticipation.  I
looked at myself again in the mirror but my nervousness had caused my
erection to go down considerably.  Semi hard, my cock head was still
visible through the white fabric, but he was not going to be able to see
the bulging rod that had been straining the font of my briefs a few minutes
before.  I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it.  I
stood near my doorway as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs.

     He looked down the hallway at me.  "You getting ready for bed
already?" he asked.

     I turned to face him.  "Not yet," I offered.

     He smiled.  "I'm going to hop in the shower", he said and turned to go
to his room.

     Not thinking, I stood in my doorway and watched as he undressed.  He
removed his shirt and pants, revealing his beautiful body and the bulge in
his briefs that I so desired.  As I stood there motionless, he turned his
head and caught my eye.  "Do you need something?" he asked.

     Embarrassed and caught in my thoughts I wasn't exactly sure how to
answer such and open ended question.  My cock was once again growing in my
briefs and I was pretty sure he could see exactly what I needed.  He stood
in his room at the end of the hallway facing me, naked except for his white
briefs and we regarded each other as I stumbled for a response to his
question.  As I stood there silent, he slowly pulled his briefs off of his
body revealing his beautiful cock to me.  It was soft but just as beautiful
as I remembered.

     "I was going to take a shower, but you go first." I managed.

     "OK," he replied and walked naked toward the bathroom as I boldly
regarded his beautiful cock slapping against the top of his thighs while he
walked.

     He entered the bathroom and closed the door.  I was so turned on that
I couldn't think clearly.  Was he coming on to me or was I just imagining
things?  In my clouded state I couldn't tell.  I wanted him so badly at
that point I could have imagined anything.  I slipped off my briefs and
released my throbbing cock and walked around my room awaiting his emergence
from the bathroom door.  What happened next was in the hands of fate but I
was not beyond helping fate along as much as I could.

     When I heard the water turn off in the bathroom I made my way to the
linen closet in the hallway where I had first seen my dad naked.  I wanted
to be standing there naked as he emerged from the bathroom to get his
towel.  If nothing more happened than being able to stand naked with my
father, my raging hard-on near his warm, wet naked body, I would have to be
content with that, I thought.

     As I stood there, pretending to look for a towel my father spoke from
the shower.  "Can you grab me a towel?" he asked.

     Startled, it took me a moment to answer.  "Sure" I said finally.  I
grabbed two towels from the linen closet and slowly made my way into the
bathroom.

     My father stood there in the shower, naked and wet.  His whole body
seemed more beautiful in this state and his flaccid cock almost seemed to
glisten as the water washed down his body and collected on his thick shaft,
dripping softly from his plump cock head like the last few drops of cum
after an intense orgasm.  I stood there naked before him, my hard cock
offering an invitation to his eyes which was gladly accepted.  He thanked
me and took the towel from my hand as he exited the shower stall.  "Go on
in," he said.

     I set my own towel down on the sink and stepped into the shower.  As
the water washed over my young, excited body I could see my father through
the clear shower doors drying off his body with the towel I had given him.
He seemed to linger in the bathroom longer than he needed to but I might
very well have, once again, been imagining things.  My concept of time was
not what it might have been under different circumstances, but I enjoyed
the feeling of being naked and hard in the same room with my father and the
idea that he too was enjoying the erotic experience.  I might have been
wrong, but I didn't care.

     I decided to cut my shower short since I couldn't keep my hands off of
my aching cock and I didn't want to cum just yet.  Even if nothing else was
going to happen I wanted to know that more could have.  I turned off the
shower and let the water run down my body for a few minutes.  As I stood
there the shower door opened and my dad stood there, wrapped in a towel,
and handed me the towel I had laid on the sink.  Startled at his entrance,
I jumped a bit and took the towel from his hand.  "Thanks," I said.

     "I'm sorry, weren't you finished?" He asked.

     "No, I'm ok," I stammered.

     "I didn't mean to hang around," he said.  "That was a short shower"

    "I just wanted to rinse off," I said.  "I take a long shower in the
morning."

     "I thought so," he said.

     I stepped out of the shower and stood so close to my father that I
could feel the heat from his body against my skin.  My cock was so hard
that pre-cum was now mingling with the water on the head of my cock.
"You're getting so big," he said.  "I can't believe how much you've grown."

     I couldn't tell if he was talking about me or my now enormously
swollen cock but either way I was slightly embarrassed by the compliment.
He stood there regarding my body with admiration.  I dried myself off as
best I could but was trying to enjoy this moment as it happened.

     When I was finished drying off I stood there for a few moments with my
towel around my neck, allowing my father to look at my naked body as he
most certainly wanted to.  We were both speechless as his eyes regarded me
so closely that I could almost feel his stares like fingertips caressing my
body from head to toe.

     "I'm glad you're not embarrassed about being naked," he said.  "I was
always so shy about that."

     "You shouldn't be," I said quietly.  "You have a nice body."

     "I never felt that way," he laughed.

     I stood closer to him and reached my hand to the place in his towel
where it was folded over and wrapped.  I lightly pulled the fabric and
allowed the offending fabric to fall to the floor.  He stood there
motionless and speechless.  I stood back a few steps and looked at my
father's naked body, regarding every detail with admiration and desire.
"It's beautiful," I said.

     As the words passed through my lips my father's cock slowly began to
become swollen and hard.  Unembarrassed, he allowed his beautiful cock to
come to life before me and he closed his eyes slightly spread his legs.
The floor creaked as I made my way toward him and he opened his eyes.
Standing just a few inches away from my father, our cocks pointing towards
each other with unexplainable desire, his eyes glazed over with regret.

     "We shouldn't be doing this," he said.

     "Does it feel good?" I asked.

     "Yes," he said.  "But..."

     I leaned forward and allowed my tongue to encircle the nipple on my
father's hairy chest.  We were standing so close that my cock head was
rubbing against the top of the shaft of my father's hard cock.  The feeling
was even better than I had imagined.  My father flinched but slowly gave
way to my embrace.  I stood closer and ran my tongue across his neck and to
his chin.

     "But, I'm your father," he continued.

     "I know," I said my mouth moving closer to his, "that's why I want
it."

     As I said those words I slowly brought my lips to his.  My tongue
lightly licked the outline of my father's lips and I could feel his warm
breath mingle with mine.  He opened his mouth just enough for me to taste
him, his tongue, soft and warm, yielding to my exploration of him.  We
kissed for what seemed like an hour and then he pulled away.

     "This isn't right," he said.  "I'm not gay."

     "I know," I said.  "I don't think that matters now.  I don't even know
if I'm gay myself but I want this more than anything I've ever wanted."

     I walked toward my father's bedroom and he followed me silently.  I
laid on the bed and moved over to give him room to lay next to me.  He
hesitated for a moment but soon laid his naked body next to mine on his
bed.  We faced each other not knowing what either of us really wanted but
certain that what was happening was something that we both had had on our
minds for a long time.  He reached forward and caressed my bare chest,
smiling as he explored my body and pleased that he was finally giving in to
his desires.  "I'm not sure why," he said, "but this feels good."

     I pulled my body closer to him and put my arms around him.  "It just
feels right," I said and slowly ran my hand from his back to the tuft of
hair between his belly button and his crotch.  His cock reacted with a
spasm of pleasure, allowing a small drop of pre-cum to be released from his
swollen head.

      We laid there for several minutes, allowing our hands to explore each
other's bodies, not speaking but enjoying the experience that we had denied
ourselves for too long.  I placed my hand around his cock and he moaned
with pleasure as I slowly and lightly ran my hand up and down the shaft of
his beautiful manhood. We pulled our bodies closer together and embraced,
allowing our throbbing cocks to rub against each other, kissing each other
and taking in each other's scent as we released the conventions that had
kept us apart to that point.  It was amazing and beautiful and everything I
had hoped it would be.  I wanted it to go on forever but knew that that was
not possible so I tried to take in every moment as it happened.  After a
few minutes more I pulled away and looked at him.

     "Did you ever think of me in this way?" I asked.

     "Yes, I did," he answered.  "I don't know why but I did."

     "Is this what you wanted?" I asked.

     "Yes," he said and then paused..."And this" his hand slowly reached
down to my young swollen cock and he caressed it with his fatherly hand.
"I imagined touching you so many times," he said.  "I wanted to so badly".

     "I'm glad," I said, feeling close to cumming but wanting the feeling
to last.

     "Is this what you wanted?" he asked me, his hand still stroking my
aching cock.

      "Yes," I said.  "Exactly."  I paused for a moment and then pulled my
body away.  "Wait," I said..."And this."  I raised myself from my position
and got up onto my knees.  My father laid on his back as my mouth inched
closer to his perfect penis.  I opened my mouth and allowed it to envelope
his cock head then slowly lowered my mouth around his entire member.  As I
felt the warmth of his body in my mouth I felt my father shudder.  Suddenly
a warm stream of cum entered my mouth from his cock and I swallowed it like
I had had a thirst that had just now been quenched.  I could feel the
vibrations in his body from my mouth as he moaned with pleasure, his son's
young mouth devouring him with such desire.

     As he came I stroked my own cock to release.  I didn't need him to
feel as though there was anything else I needed from him.  I wanted him to
know that what had happened was what I had wanted.  I still had his cock in
my mouth as I came and I know he could feel me shudder as I experienced the
most intense orgasm of my life, my hunger satisfied by the gift he had
given me.  A gift only a father could give.