Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 11:50:11 -0600
From: David C <davidatnifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Bonding With My Dad Part 3 (Gay>Incest)

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PART 3

Ever since my father and I started to jack off together, we became really
close. There were little to no boundaries between us. It was great to feel
relaxed around him. Being at home with him felt like the only place where I
could let loose.

When summer came around and I didn't have to go to school, I would sit on
the couch sometimes waiting for him to come home. I would look at porn on
my phone and tug on my dick, waiting for him so he could join me and bust a
nut. Sometimes, on the days he didn't have to go to work, we jack off
together before breakfast. My dad believes that taking care of morning wood
is key to having a good day. On days we were feeling particularly lazy, we
would just lay around the house in sleeveless undershirts and our
underwear.

This one morning, I was getting ready to go hang out with Nick for the day,
and my dad was getting ready to go to work. I had already started to run
the water in the shower, but my dad barged in. Our rooms were connected by
a bathroom, which I always thought was a little odd for my dad and I to be
sharing. Our house had three bedrooms upstairs. Two of them shared a
bathroom, and the extra one had its own bathroom. One would think that we
would pick the rooms without connecting bathroom, but we chose the bedrooms
we did because they were much larger than the one with it's own bathroom.

I was kicking my boxer briefs off my leg as my dad opened the door from his
room. He saw me standing there, in a tight white undershirt and no
underwear. I wasn't erect, but had a slight chubby. I wasn't aroused by
anything, but I had just woken up. My dad stood in the doorway in a pair of
white boxers rose up high on his thighs.

"Oh, I was about to get in the shower" My dad stated.

It was kind of ironic how we would jack off together, and practically had
no boundaries, yet sharing a shower is where we drew the line. My dad stood
puzzled for a quick second until he realized how stupid it would be to wait
till I was done.

"You don't mind if I get in do you?" He asked

"Na" I said, pulling back the showers glass door to get in.

I didn't think very much of it. Neither of us ever used the shower in the
other room, mainly because we felt like it was a spare room, and frankly,
it felt creepy in that bathroom. As I stood under the shower head, wetting
my body, my dad stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, brushing his
teeth with one hand, and checking work emails with the other.

"What time do you get out today?" I asked, running my hand through my wet
hair.

"Around 6, maybe" He answered as he pulled the glass door to get in.

Steam escaped through the door to fill the rest of the bathroom. I moved to
the back of the shower to let him get under the shower head. Our shower was
quite large. Granite covered the three walls, and a large glass wall with a
small opening at the top made the other wall. The shower had little shelves
protruding from the walls to hold soaps and shampoos.

"What time are you coming home?" He asked

He closed his eyes as he put his face directly under the running stream,
and twisted his body to get his backside wet. I watched as the running
water slowly crept down his muscular back and made its way to his round,
toned ass.

"I don't know" I said as I picked up a loofah and a bar of soap

"What do you mean you don't know?" He asked in a harsh tone.

My father may have been lenient, but he was till my dad and still cared
about what I was out doing. He hated it when I would be vague with him
about who I was going out with, where I would go, or what time I would be
back. He was really laid back, but he still really cared. I was just
grateful he wasn't overbearing.

"I mean; I don't know what we're going to be doing. I won't come home too
late, I promise." I stated as I rubbed the bar of soap on the loofah to
make a lather.

"Just answer if I call you."

"Yes sir" I taunted.

He took away the loofah from my hand, but then quickly realized I was just
about to use it. To my to my surprise, he grabbed me by the shoulders, and
twisted me around. He then started to scrub my back with it.

"Who are you going out with?" He asked, trying and make small talk.

"Nick" I responded as I reached for the shampoo.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I'm not exactly hanging out with the entire town" I said as I
lathered shampoo in my hair.

"I've always liked that kid. How's Nathan doing?" Nathan was Nick's dad.

"Good, I think" I really didn't know

Our fathers would talk from time to time when they went to our sporting
events. My dad was also very particular about who I hung out with. Nick
wasn't known to be a troublemaker, so my dad loved him. When I was younger
my dad would have to know who were my friends and who their parents were. I
guess you could say he was protective, but not over protective. Just as
long as I wasn't getting into trouble, I could do anything I'd like.

My dad moved up to scrub the back of my neck, which felt like a
massage. Sadly, he only lingered there for a couple of seconds. He turned
me around again, this time to face him. He grabbed my wrist to extend my
arm outward, and thoroughly scrubbed me from my shoulder all the way down
to my hands. After he did this with both arms, and later moved on to my
chest. He squeezed the loofah as he pressed it to my chest. At this point,
every part of me was sudsy. He handed me the loofah and lathered my chest
and abs with his hand. He was working quickly and steadily. He shoved his
hand under my arms to scrub my armpits. It tickled for a second as I heard
the noise of his hand rubbing the hair under my arms.

Since his arms were already extended outwards, cleaning my body, I decided
to lather those up first. His beefy arms looked great when they were
covered in soap. He seemed to appreciate how firmly I scrubbed, making sure
he was completely clean. I motioned for him to turn around when I was done
with his front side, and he obeyed. As I lathered his back, I admired how
perfectly tone he was. One of the best things about my dad was that he was
not one of those gross looking guys with rippling muscles that look like
they belong on a steroid documentary. His was more of a natural looking
muscle.

He turned back to me to continue rubbing the soap around my chest. I
watched him as he maneuvered his hands around my front side. He seemed to
be more worried that I get clean before he did. I guess it was his paternal
instinct. I noted that I was starting to get slightly hard. I kind of got
embarrassed at this. Despite my father and I having jacked off together, I
never really got aroused by him touching my body. I didn't necessarily like
the idea of my dad filling me up, but it was the feeling of someone
touching me that got me hard. Slowly, my cock grew to its erect state, and
I hoped my father didn't notice. But, of course, he did. I noticed he
didn't pay much attention to is, so I just continued to scrub
him. Meanwhile, he massaged by chest with his thumb, applying pressure as
he moved his thumb in circular motions on my upper chest.

Soon enough, he had a raging boner as well. There came a point when we both
decided we were clean enough, and took our hands off each other. Our focus
then turned to our own bodies. My father and I simultaneously rubbed our
own torsos as our hard cocks were dripping wet. Our hard cocks nearly
touched as we stood right in front of each other.

He was the first to touch his, but I followed soon after. We both tugged on
our meaty cocks with our thumbs and forefingers. My dad raised his hand
against the granite wall as he guided his fingers through his engorged
penis. I grabbed a hold of my cock and gradually adopted a jerking motion.

We looked down at our bodies as we jerked off. I could feel my dad's eyes
on me. He watched as I played with my manhood, and I watched him as
well. My father and I would let out soft moans and groans as our cocks
oozed with precum that ran off our dicks with the water. With the hand he
was holding onto the wall, he grabbed me by the shoulder, still jerking his
dick with the other. He gripped and gave me a tight embrace as he fondled
himself.

Our faces were inches away from each other, looking downwards at each
other's bodies. Water with trace amounts of soap trailed our muscular,
semi-hairy bodies. As we got further into our session, we got closer to
each other. As our faces almost touched, I could hear my dad let out deep
groans of pleasure. After having jacked off together multiple times, I came
to assume that my dad would probably be a very noisy person in bed. If he
made these many whimpers and moans while he was jacking off, I could just
imagine the noises he would make with a real pussy sliding up and down his
cock. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and I could see his chest
and stomach expand and contrast as his breathing grew more intense. He kept
a steady motion on his cock as he continued to grab me by the shoulder. He
seemed to be enjoying himself so much that he would most likely stumble
over if he wasn't grabbing on to me.

I knew he was on the verge of cumming when he tightened his grip on my
shoulder, his thighs stiffened, and he slightly hunched over. He made an
audible gasp as his stomach stiffened, perfectly exposing his abs. He
leaned on to me, wrapping his arm around my back, sort of like a hug. He
rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing heavily in my ear. Our fairly
hairy chests rubbed together, and I could feel his body clench.

I was slightly taken by surprise as my dad leaned on me as he came. I could
feel a warm substance shoot on my stomach as I looked straight ahead. When
my dad finished fidgeting and practically manhandling me, he leaned off
me. I looked down to see the upper part of my stomach all the way down to
me lower abdomen covered in my father's semen. The thick substance slowly
dripped down my abs to collect most of it near my belly button.

"Sorry, dude" My dad said, catching his breath.

"It's fine" I stated.

I could tell my dad was not just apologizing for cumming on me, but also
getting very physical with me. I was perfectly fine with it. We all do
crazy shit on the edge of cumming. My dad stepped out of the way to let the
shower head hit my cum covered stomach. Unfortunately, since water and cum
don't mix very well, the cum clumped up on the hair on my lower abdomen,
and my pubes.

Very delicately, my dad rubbed my stomach and tried to pick off little
clumps of semen stuck to the small strands of hair on my stomach. I looked
at my dad as he focused on cleaning me up. The skin under his eyes, on his
cheekbones were a flushed red. He gave up picking off his own seed from my
hair, and reached for the sudsy loofah we had tossed to the side. He put
his hands on my lower back and turned me around, away from him. He stood
behind me, reached over, and scrubbed the loofah on my stomach, creating a
rich lather.

"You're turn" He said, in a nonchalant voice.

I turned my attention back to my cock, which was still erect. It isn't very
difficult to keep a hard on as a teen. I stroked from my thick shaft as my
dad scrubbed my stomach. He pressed up behind me. I could feel his chest on
my upper back. I could also feel his flaccid cock on my lower back. It was
flaccid, but large nonetheless. When my dad finished cleaning my stomach,
he moved his hands to the back of my neck. He firmly rubbed his hands
against my neck. Meanwhile, I slightly thrust my hips to let my veiny cock
pump through my hand. I closed my eyes and pretended I my cock was rubbing
up against a petite pussy, just begging to be fucked.

I looked down to see that my chest was pink in color. I could also feel my
cheeks and ears burning up. Being this horny made me particularly warm, and
it didn't help that my father was rubbing me, encouraging me to bust a nut.

As I felt that familiar orgasmic feeling in the pit of my stomach, my
father leaned in to my ear.

"Yeah, let it all out dude" He whispered in my ear as he looked shoulder.

I held my breath and closed my eyes as the onslaught of pleasure came over
my body. My beefy body stiffened as my cock shot out my healthy adolescent
cum.

"Just like that man" My dad said as he consoled me as I squirmed in
pleasure.

I finally breathed in an audible gasp of air as the last of my seed left my
shaft.

"That's my boy" my dad exclaimed as he gave me a pat on the back.

I had left a huge dripping mess on the glass wall of the shower. My
viscous, warm semen slowly seeped down the transparent wall to later touch
the water and be carried down the drain. I looked over at my dad who had a
grin on his face.

I later came to realize that at that moment, he was showing pride for
me. He was proud that his once boy was now a man. It seemed like just a
short while ago I was a young boy who needed his help with everything, but
now I was a young man with a huge meaty cock with a potential to have my
own son one day.

My dad shut off the water, pulled the door aside, and grabbed a towel. He
gave me first priority. He towel dried me off, then did the same to himself
with the already moist towel. Without saying a word, we each went back to
our respective rooms and got ready for the day. I picked out what I was
going to wear for the day and headed downstairs, where my dad had already
gotten dressed and started making a quick breakfast

Two waffles sprung out of the toaster immediately as I walked into the
room. My dad quickly grabbed and put them on a plate, handing them to me.

"For you" He said with a smile

"Thanks" I said as I grabbed my plate and headed towards the table.

"Hey, I got to get going" My dad said as he sipped on a mug and swiped his
car keys from the kitchen counter.

"You aren't having breakfast?" I asked, kind of disappointed.

"Sorry dude. I was running late as is. I'll see you later. Have fun" He
explained to me in his calming dad voice.

He playfully ruffled my wet hair and was out the door.

To Be Continued...