Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2013 22:58:00 -0400 From: Noah Mackie <noahjo71@gmail.com> Subject: Dad Helps Me Move 2 The usual applies. All rights reserved by the author. While this story is intended for the reader's pleasure, it is NOT intended for duplication without the author's consent. This is a story involving sexual acts between a consenting adult and his father. By reading this story, you acknowledge that you are over the age of 18 (21 in some areas); if you aren't, sorry but you will have to leave. This story is a work of fiction, and any likeness to any real-life people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Now that the dry stuff is out of the way, my name is Noah, 20, and this is my very first story. That being said, if you have any comments at all, please feel free to send me an email at noahjo71@gmail.com. My continuing to write for nifty will depend on the feedback I receive. I'd love to hear from you! -- From the last chapter: Although we weren't shy with each other, there hadn't really been an opportunity for dad to see me naked in a couple years. We never really got to work out together, so the last time I could remember him seeing me nude was a beach vacation we had taken with mom a couple years ago when we used some public showers quickly. That would have been before I started working on the toned form I have today. I quickly decided I would tease him a bit and guage his reaction...you know...show off for a few kicks. I didn't expect anything to happen mind you...I just wanted to see what he would do. What I got though was a lot more than I had ever dreamed would happen between me and my dad... -- While I wasn't ashamed of my body, my decision had sparked an overall nervousness that spread through my whole body like electricity through a set of power lines. And I'm sure it felt about the same! I can't say I was nervous about dad seeing me naked as the day I was born...I just...felt a little worried that dad would be angry for some reason. I don't even know if that prospect was at all logical considering, as I said before, dad is a VERY calm man. Either way, my nervousness hadn't seemed to be strong enough to sway the other head I was thinking with, since my cock had not completely gone down but was plump enough that it would show I was slightly aroused. Just what I wanted! I didn't really want to shock my dad per se, but I would like to see if I could persuade him into being teased. I figured it was best to just take a deep breath and go for it. After all, it's just a human body for Christ's sakes! He sees his own junk in the mirror every day, right? I mean, what's the worst thing he could do? Yell and scream (which I highly doubted)? Oh well. Here goes! I reached for the doorknob and slowly, quietly, opened the door. Dad was laying on his bed, obviously lost in whatever he was looking at on his computer. He didn't look up as I came out of the bathroom. *uh-hmmm* I cleared my throat hoping he would glance up from his screen. It worked! Dad glanced up from his laptop screen and, believe me when I say this, his jaw literally dropped! I could hardly contain myself at the look on his face! "Umm...sorry dad. This is really embarrassing, but there aren't any more dry towels in the bathroom." I decided I would add a touch of drama and crossed my arms over my chest and hunch over a bit making it look like I was quite cold. "Oh...um...uh...ummmm..." dad stuttered. Honestly, I had never seen him like this in all my life! "Don't be embarrassed bud...umm...let me see if I can...", he said as he practically rocketed off the bed. The man couldn't even string a full sentence together! Dad set about looking for a dry towel in the bathroom and alcove by the door--you know the one that usually has a place to hang your clothes and that folding rack thing for your suitcase? Meanwhile, I took the oppourtunity to break out the wicked grin I had been fighting since I first entered the room. "Here we are! There was one on a shelf by the door." I took the towel dad was handing me and proceeded to dry myself off then and there. I noticed that when I lifted a leg to dry my "bits and pieces", dad seemed to make a big show of fluffing his pillows, although I'm almost positive I saw him glancing over every so often. At this point my mind literally said 'Well, you're going to hell anyway...why stop here?!' I slung the newly damp towel around my neck and crouched down by my suitcase, showing off while I "searched for my pjs" which were admittedly sitting right on top. Pulling my pjs out of my bag, I straightened up and slipped them on. What can I say? I felt I had milked the situation for all I could. I hopped into bed. Dad seemed a bit...off, but other than that we said our normal goodnights, he closed his laptop, and we turned out the lights. I had just started falling asleep. After all, it had been such a long day! I was just about to slip into total unconsciousness when dad quietly cleared his throat. "Buddy....are you awake?" Although I was now 18 I had never minded him calling me the same nickname he had called me when I was little. I found it endearing. "Mmhhmm.." I said quietly. I didn't really have the energy, or the mental capability at that moment to answer with anything half decent. "I just wanted to say I'm proud of you no matter what." Even in my sleepy stupor that raised my suspicions. "I know dad...I know." "Good, well I'm glad. I...also want you to know I'm proud of how you've come along...you know...physically." Am I asleep and dreaming, or did he actually just compliment my body?! Still, fathers usually compliment their sons on how well their work at the gym has paid off, right? "Thanks dad. I appreciate that." "You're welcome bud." Wow. What was that...? Whatever it was, I'll have time to think about it in the morning. Right now, sleep is calling my name. There was dead silence, except for the low hum of the air conditioning unit by dad's bed which still wasn't enough to keep me from crashing. Again, I was juuuust about to slip into that deep kind of sleep when I heard: "Bud...can I ask you something?" I managed a short "Anything." "Do you find me....attractive?" "What?!" That got me awake. "I know it's a very, VERY odd question but...I just thought since you're gay and all...you could give me an honest opinion." "Why do you want to know?" "Well your mother hasn't really seemed to show any interest in quite some time now...and I just felt I needed a fresh opinion." Is she nuts?!?!?! Well, if he was asking for my honest opinion I would give it to him. I wouldn't give all the dirty details of course, but I certainly wouldn't be untruthful. "Dad...to be completely honest, you're the most attractive man I have ever seen in my entire life and I think mom would be crazy not to be all over you. Not to mention you're also the man with the sweetest heart." Dad seemed to let out a long sigh. "Thanks bud...you have no idea how much that means to me." "You're welcome dad. Now. I need some sleep before I crash mid-sentence!" I said with a small laugh. "Goodnight Jace." "Night dad." I fell asleep with the satisfaction of having finally (sort of) voiced some of my feelings for my dad. - The next morning I was woken up by dad's voice, which seemed unusually chipper. Maybe that was just because I felt it was too early to be that awake... "I'm going to hop in the shower. That gives you about 15 minutes to get your sleepy butt up and ready to get in after me," dad said with a laugh. "Unh." I merely groaned in reply. I could hear the bathroom door close and the water turn on a few feet away. I was kind of in that half sleep-half awake state when I heard the water shut off. I felt like that was far too quick to be 15 mintues, although it could just be because I was definitely not ready to get up. I was turned away from the bathroom, so I had to listen for the sound of the door clicking open. "Ugh...Jace?" I turned my head in dad's direction and had to do a double-take before shock set in. There was my father, standing completely bare...water running down his gorgeous chest, down the perfect V at his crotch, and pausing at the tip of...HIS HALF HARD COCK, before dropping to the carpet below! Damnit what I wouldn't give to be one of those drops... "Umm...ugh..." "We, ugh...seem to be out of dry towels." Dad said with this weird kind of half-grin on his face while reaching up to run a hand through his wet mop of hair... To be continued. -- Thanks again to everyone who sent me kind words (and pics) in response to the last chapter. Again, my continuing the story depends on feedback, so drop me a line at noahjo71@gmail.com. Don't be strangers!