Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:02:42 -0500
From: Nifty Cub <niftycub@gmail.com>
Subject: DAD ON THE CAN: PART 6

Note: This story contains adult content. If this offends you, do not read it.


DAD ON THE CAN: PART 6

Work offered me a raise if I took on a later shift, and I figured it
was the chance to save up for a place of my own. My new schedule and
dad's rarely lined up, and I hardly ever ran into him at home much
anymore. Often I'd get home after midnight and he was in bed. Once in
a while he'd stay up for late dinner, but usually he left a note on
the fridge pointing me to leftovers.

The extra privacy was kind of nice, I had to admit. Not that dad and I
were all that modest, but I could strut around the place naked when he
was gone. Once in a while I would raid dad's porn stash when I got
tired of mine. Occasionally I noticed his tub of petroleum jelly on
the bathroom counter with black hairs stuck in it. I was pretty sure
he was raiding my magazines, too, because every few days my plastic
bag behind the couch was a little sloppily rearranged. The final proof
was one afternoon as I had a wank on the couch. I flipped open to a
favorite spread in one of my magazines, and saw greasy petroleum jelly
fingerprints on the glossy edges of the page. Hell, at least we had
the same taste. Dirty dog.

The other thing about the late shift was that it let me exercise
before work. I hadn't been on a team since college, and missed jogging
and lifting weights. After six weeks I was pleased with the bulk and
definition I was adding. Dad and I are pretty big-boned guys and hold
our weight well. He arm wrestled me one night and I pinned him in a
few seconds flat. My sleep got a million times better after hitting
the gym, but I was always dead tired by the time I made it home.

One night I got in around 1:00 and heard the TV going. I was about to
call out when I heard a sharp snore from the living room. I put my
keys on the counter quietly and took off my shoes. I smiled as I
headed in toward the couch.

Dad was passed out on the recliner in his boxers, arms folded across
his chest. In the blue flicker from the TV, he had a pretty serious
look on his sleeping face. His chunky wrists disappeared into clefts
between his pecs and upper arms, which pushed his upper chest out. The
zone in the square of his folded arms was black and dense. There was a
little glint of silver chain in the middle of the fur, and only about
half an inch strip of bare skin separating the top of his chest hair
and his five o'clock shadow. His mouth was open and the man was really
sawing some logs.

I plopped on the couch and got ready to pass out, myself. I pulled off
my work clothes and threw them in the corner. The belt buckle hit the
wall, and I flinched, but dad snored steady on. I flicked through
infomercials on TV and landed on a cheesy soft porn flick. A nerdy
scientist was having a dream about being seduced by a bunch of
swimsuit models in his lab. They stepped out of clouds of fog behind
bubbling beakers and came over to him in their bikinis. One girl in
yellow took his glasses off and one in green grabbed his tie and
unbuttoned his shirt. Kind of scrawny guy and cheesy gals, but I
realized it had been a few days since I popped a load. Why the hell
not.

I glanced over to dad.  I just had on my boxers and was able to get
that elastic band under my nutsack quickly and quietly.  After a few
dry, flesh-thwacking strokes I put one of the cushions up on its side
to block dad's view, in case he woke up.  Nice attempt, but it kept
falling over on me.  I jacked in the open, quietly as I could, but
definitely heard my own thwack-thwack-thwack over the lowered volume
of the TV. I looked away from the TV and at him a couple times just to
make sure he was out. I didn't stop my jacking when I looked his way,
in fact I sped it up. Dad's hairy belly was rising and falling
steadily with each of his snores. The pot of his belly came out just
over the top of the band of his boxers and his thick black hair
disappeared under it. My precum started to flow, first a drop and then
a steady stream, which took the decibel level of my stroking up a
whole lot. The scientist on TV disappeared with the ladies into a
cloud of fog and the scene was over. I was getting close. I think I
was gonna get away with blowing a load right in front of my pop while
he was snoring on the chair.

Then I saw his hardon. Dad hadn't moved an inch, except the steady
rising and falling of his belly. But at some point after my stroking
got wet and loud, I had stopped watching so cautiously. I could see
his heartbeat because that fat dick of his rose up with each one until
the head poked out the side leg. Dad's knees were pointed out to the
side and the inner thighs showed one of the few places on his body
where the hair had been rubbed smooth. That's right where the head of
his hardon was bouncing. What a great dream the guy must have been
having. I looked down and rubbed that same smooth spot on my inner
thighs and felt the tingling and buildup hurling me toward the edge.
As I spread my knees out wider and hunched wide-mouthed, dick pointed
at my head, I shot one last glance at dad. The belly rose and fell,
and one of his big toes twitched.

FUCK!!!  Up it flew from the deep base of my cock.  The contractions
shot my first three ropes up to my face: forehead, eye, then chin.  I
had to keep it quiet, but despite myself heard a stunned "HUNH" escape
my mouth. I was heaving, crunching, and thrashing on the couch, riding
out the wave as long as I could, and it was a good long one.  Finally
as I came to, I was aware of the sound of my legs sliding back and
forth on the upholstery and my ankle cracking as it curled around. My
belly fur was soaked - the hairs floated like seaweed. I looked up to
dad, still snoring, didn't move a budge, hardon still poking out his
shorts. I was heaving as silently as I could. I pondered dad's folded
arms and my cum-dripping hand.  I put my paw into my left pit, clamped
down, and smeared the load there, as I ambled up toward the bathroom.

I shut the door silently and winced as the window opened with a
squeak.  I lit up one of dad's cigarettes and blew smoke out the
window.  Looked like one of the neighbors across the way was still up,
but I didn't care if they could see me - at this hour that's what they
get. Man, this smoke was good, but I was so tired that finishing it
seemed like a chore.  My eyelids were real heavy.

On my way back into the living room I stepped in something slimy. Must
have dripped on my way to the bathroom.  I passed by the recliner, and
dad had shifted position, one arm up, with his eyes buried in the
elbow. His other hand was buried in his shorts. As I moved, the
flicker from the TV revealed a glistening all over his body. The man's
shorts were soaking. There were shiny streaks up his chest and
shoulder, and the belly was sopped.

I lay down on the couch, and, with a pillow behind my head, assumed
the same position. Arm bent over my face and other hand in my shorts.
I looked up at dad a couple times and smiled at the rise and fall of
his slimy belly. I gave my cock a squeeze and don't recall anything
else.  When I came to in the morning, dad was gone to work.