Date: Wed, 03 Jan 2007 07:51:31 +0000
From: Shaved Smooth <shaved_smooth@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dad's Brother - Part 2

Next morning my shaved pubes felt great as I pulled my jeans on. I'd stopped
wearing underwear when I discovered that Dave did not wear any. He claimed
not to possess any. It felt great, the denim rubbing against my naked cock.
I was hard by the time I got to school and had to go into the toilets for a
wank. (I often did that).

Dave had popped his head round my door as I was dressing.

"Last night. You OK with that?"

"I'm fine. My arse feels a little sore."

"I'm not surprised. But it doesn't freak you out, me being your Dad's
brother".

"It doesn't. I like it"

"So we can do it again"

"Any time!"

I spent the day looking forward to another fuck with Dave. It was a few days
before we could arrange it. This time we had more time and I got to explore
his cock and balls properly. I discovered the delights of rimming and my
tongue found its way a long way up Dave's arse.

We managed to fuck a couple of times per week, once finishing off just as my
Dad arrived home; something that freaked me out but which Dave was quite
cool about. I wondered how much Dad knew or guessed. Periodically he asked
me if Dave and I were still getting on OK and joked that he could easily
throw him out. I always said that we were getting on fine. He did comment on
my shaved pubes and said he liked them, adding that he remembered that Dave
had shaved his pubes when he was younger.

I was getting more comfortable with Dad seeing me naked, in fact I rather
liked it and often used to wank afterwards. One Saturday I took him a coffee
in bed. I wore the sweat pants that I usually knocked about in down stairs,
they hung very low and you could see the crack in my arse and my shave
pubes.

Dad was out of bed when I entered and he didn't rush back into bed. He was
naked the first time I'd seen him like that. The hair on his belly spread
down and developed into a huge bush that almost hid his cock. This was short
and thick, not as big as Dave's. As we stood talking about plans for the day
etc., I was aware that my cock was getting hard, tenting out my pants. Dad's
cock got hard also he felt it a couple of times and before he got back into
bed I had a good view of his hard member. Short and thick it might have been
but I longed to get it into my mouth.

The next day Dad was called in to work so I lazed around the house naked;
taking advantage of being on my own and wandering round down stairs without
clothes. Suddenly the door opened and Dad walked in, they hadn't needed him
for a full shift. I went to grab some clothes but he motioned me to wait. He
smiled and said he thought he'd join me.

He stripped off his clothes quickly, he wasn't wearing underwear either. His
cock was getting hard and I felt mine doing so. By the time he'd grabbed us
a couple of beers we were both rock hard, our cocks pointing defiantly
upward.

He massaged my shaved pubes and smooth balls. Then I couldn't wait any
longer, I knelt down and engulfed his cock in my mouth. I spend ages
exploring. It was so different, him being hairy. He sat down and lifted his
legs into the air, so I could get a good view of his hairy arse. I slipped
my tongue into his crack, it smelt, in fact it stank; sweat, piss and shit.
I explored further and to my delight found some shit in his chute. He farted
and apologise but I wanted him to do it again. Then suddenly he leaned over
and said:

"Fuck me".

"Are you sure?".

"Yes, go on".

I needed no more urging and slipped my cock into his tight arse. I'd never
fucked anyone before and was a bit nervous. I probably came too early, but
Dad had no difficulty coming and I licked the cum off his belly. Afterwards
we lay there, grins on our faces.

"Dave tells me he's fucking you"

"Do you mind?"

"No, Dave's a good fuck. We did it regular when he was younger. We stopped
when he went to college. Probably a good thing, as it could have made life
complicated. Anyway, I think he prefers younger guys."

With that, Dad leaned over and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a
proper deep kiss, tongues and all. We were both hard again.

"Now it's your turn to fuck me"

Dad's cock was no where near as long as Dave's but it was pretty thick and
felt good in my arse. We never did get anything to eat that evening, but
spent it fucking and exploring our bodies. Just before bedtime Dad surprised
me again, he asked if I wanted to sleep with him. The answer, of course, was
yes.

We both slept naked and I cuddled up to him. I felt my cock get hard as it
pressed against his arse. He adjusted his position and I found my cock
slipping into his arse. We fell asleep like that.

Next morning I woke to the sound of Dad pissing. He'd left the bathroom door
open and I could clearly see him sitting on the toilet. He farted a bit and
then started to shit; he leaned forward a bit more and lifted his arse up in
the air. I got a good view of a huge turd as it emerged from his chute. He
grinned at me as he quickly wiped himself. I was lying on the bed with the
covers off, my cock rock hard, pointing up into the air. I couldn't believe
how things has changed.

Dad came over and presented me with his smelly arse. I lost no time in
exploring it with my tongue, relishing the smell and taste of the shit.

"Hope I left enough for you, I thought you'd like to clean me up."

I grunted my assent; its difficult to talk when you've got your tongue half
way up someone's shitter. Naturally I ended up fucking Dad again, and all
before breakfast.

We spent the entire weekend naked, and I lost count of the number of times
that I fucked Dad.

Without much discussion, my life was completely re-organised, I rarely slept
in my own bed again. Whilst Dave was staying I slept in his bed and he
fucked me. Then at weekends I slept with Dad and I generally fucked him.

With Dave it was just about sex, he was rarely overly affectionate. But Dad
and I kissed regularly and I enjoyed waking up in his bed. Watching him shit
and cleaning his arse became our morning ritual. I think he was a little
uncomfortable at first, having his son clean his shitty arse with his
tongue. But gradually it became a way of life and we joked about my
`breakfast'.

One morning I was shaving and Dad was watching me. I asked him if he'd ever
shaved. He waved his hand at his extensive body hair and said that it would
be a big job. I suggested we shave his arse and his balls. To my surprise he
agreed.

I started with his arse crack and gradually revealed his hole under all the
hair. I moved on to his balls and than did the base of his cock. I'd trimmed
his pubes a bit, so they looked neat, but when I'd finished shaving his cock
I continued. He didn't object and shaved a strip around a centimetre about
his cock. It looked fabulous and really emphasised his cock.

After we'd fucked Dad massaged his smooth cock and balls with his hands.

"I don't know what the lads at work will say."