Date: Tue, 17 May 2016 02:34:02 -0700
From: Nifty Son <niftyson91@gmail.com>
Subject: Go Fish Chapter 2

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(F/s, masturbation, oral sex, watersports)

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I was uncomfortably warm when I woke up the next morning. Rolling onto my
back, I opened my eyes, frowning as the room came into focus around me.

This wasn't my room. I sat up, head spinning a little, and realized I was
in Dad's room, laying on his bed. Sunlight came in through the window, and
as I sat there memories of the night before came back to me. My face turned
bright red, remembering showering with dad, what we did together, falling
asleep next to him in bed. The bed next to me was empty, and I could hear
noise coming from down the hallway. Dad must be in the kitchen.

Dad's bed was bigger than mine, and a lot softer. His comforter was heavy,
and too hot for me with the sunlight streaming in. I stretched and got out
of bed, yawning as I padded into the bathroom to empty my bladder. I tucked
the waistband of my briefs under my balls and peed, my brain going a mile a
minute. I still wasn't exactly sure what happened last night, but I knew a
line had been crossed. Dad knew that I liked looking at him naked, and I
wasn't sure how that would change our relationship. Would he be mad at me?
Would he try to pretend nothing ever happened? I tucked myself back into my
briefs after shaking off the last few drops of pee, and slowly walked
towards the kitchen.

When I got about halfway down the hallway I could hear the TV on with the
volume low, set to a news station or something boring with people talking a
lot. I could also hear the sounds of Dad in the kitchen, and as I turned
the corner I saw him sitting at the table, wearing his white fluffy robe.

"Hey, buddy!" Dad beamed as he greeted me, and I could see he still hadn't
shaved. "Good morning. You hungry? I could grab you some cereal."

I stared at him blankly for a minute. He was acting totally normal. If
anything he was being nicer than he usually was. Not that he was mean or
anything, just he seemed really excited to see me, and as he hopped out of
his chair to get me a bowl and spoon, I could see his robe was undone. He
was wearing tighty-whities under it, like he did most mornings. For a while
I wasn't sure how to react.

"Thanks," I said quietly, sitting across from him at the kitchen table. I
smiled as he put a bowl in front of me, and poured some Frosted Flakes and
milk in it. When he was done he leaned down and kissed the top of my head,
and I could feel myself blushing again. All I could think about was his
close his crotch was to my shoulder.

"How'd you sleep?" Dad asked, sitting across from me and picking up his
newspaper.

"Good," I mumbled, shoveling cereal in my mouth. I could tell Dad was in a
good mood, but I was still feeling really awkward. I had no idea how to act
after last night. I had no idea what even really happened last night.

Dad was watching me over his paper, and I was looking anywhere but directly
at him. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that
he was so close to being naked. If I could see through the table, I'd be
able to look at his bulge. God, he's so hot.

"You're worried about last night, huh?" Dad asked, looking sheepish for the
first time since I woke up. He put his paper on the table, and I nodded my
head.

"I'm really sorry, buddy," Dad murmured, and for the first time I looked
him in the eye. He looked how I imagine I looked at that moment. Confused
and worried. "I crossed a line last night. I should never have done that
with you. I know I can't undo what I did, but I promise it'll never happen
again, and I'll do--"

"Never?"

Dad's face shifted when I interrupted him, and I could feel myself
blushing. It was suddenly really hard to look him in the eye.

"It's just... I liked it. It felt really good, and I... I dunno,
nevermind," I mumbled, staring into my cereal bowl. I almost told my dad I
thought he was sexy. The words were almost out of my mouth before I stopped
myself. I could feel blood rushing to my face, and I could hear my heart
beating in my ears. My mouth suddenly felt dry as a desert.

"You liked it?" Dad asked, and I looked up at him. He didn't look confused
anymore. Just shocked. "I thought... I don't want to push you into
anything. I don't want to do anything you don't want. What happened in the
shower was... that was serious stuff, buddy. The kind of thing a father
shouldn't do with his son. I don't know if it's a good idea for us to do it
again."

I didn't know what to say. I just sat there looking at him, my mind was
just completely blank.

"Let's get dressed, buddy. We should have a talk." Dad used his serious
voice, and I knew we were about to have a really heavy conversation. Was I
in trouble for what happened last night? Dad picked up my empty bowl and
walked over to the sink. His robe was still open, and I caught a glimpse of
his underwear again. I could feel my dick hard in my briefs, and I took my
time getting up because of it. Dad noticed, and sighed.

"Follow me, Jordan," he said, and walked out of the kitchen. I followed
behind him while he walked into the living room, which was lit brightly
with the sun filtering in through the large glass door that led to our
backyard. He sat on the couch, and patted the spot next to him. I sat.

Dad was silent for a long time, and his face looked serious. The stubble on
his face was long, and I could see a few scattered gray hairs in it. His
brown eyes never met my green ones. I could see his jaw clenching and
unclenching, over and over.

"Last night, I did something a dad shouldn't do. I did something that was
sexual with you. It was inappropriate of me, and I'm sorry. It doesn't
matter if... if you felt good, I'm an adult and I never should have let
that happen. I took advantage of you. That's something you should be doing
in private, or with people your own age, safely. I'm an adult, and that
makes what we did not only inappropriate, but illegal. I could go to jail
for doing what I did."

Dad's face was solemn, and he looked really tense. He checked to make sure
his robe was all the way closed, and I swallowed heavily. It felt like
there was a huge rock in the pit of my stomach. My boner was totally gone.

"I won't tell," I muttered, almost too quietly for even myself to hear. Dad
laughed humorlessly.

"Thanks," He said, and patted my shoulder. "I want to make sure you know
that I'm not upset with you. You're not in any kind of trouble. I made a
mistake. What happened last night was only my fault, not yours, okay? I'm
so sorry buddy." Dad stared me in the eyes for a long time, and I don't
know why, but I felt like I was almost going to cry.

"Why?" I choked out, and felt the tears finally come out. "I don't
understand, you didn't hurt me, why do you have to be sorry? I liked it. I
didn't want you to stop ever, or I would've said like you told me to. You
didn't take advantage, I promise. I want to do it again with you." I
started crying in earnest as soon as I stopped talking. Dad didn't move for
a few seconds, before he pulled be into a hug, crushing my face into his
chest.

"I messed up big time this time, buddy. I'm so sorry." Dad just held me
while I cried for a while, trying so hard to get it under control. Dad kept
shushing me, and holding me tighter, until after a few minutes I stopped.

"You okay?" Dad asked, and I nodded. I wiped my nose and took a deep
breath, sitting back and pulling my face away from my dad's chest. "Jordan,
I know it might have felt good, but I'm your dad. I told you, it's illegal
bud, I could go to jail. We can't do it again."

"I won't tell anyone! You didn't hurt me, and I want to do it,
dad. Please?" I don't know what came over me, I just couldn't hold it back
anymore. If I was never going to have a chance to do what happened last
night with dad again, I figured I might as well be fully honest about it. I
looked Dad in the eyes, and swallowed heavily. "I've wanted it for so long,
Dad. I've always thought you were really hot, and then last night happened,
and I was so happy. I promise I won't tell anybody."

Dad looked stunned, and just stared at me for a second. The rock in my
stomach had turned to butterflies, I couldn't believe what I'd just
said. I'd finally told my Dad I thought he was hot. Not handsome, not in
the way a son admires his Dad, but like, sexually hot. I was so nervous, I
could feel my whole body shaking like a leaf.

"You think I'm hot?" Dad asked, and I nodded. "For how long?"

"As long as I can remember," I muttered quietly. "Showering together with
you, seeing you in your underwear all the time, I've always really liked
it. I think you're the sexiest guy ever."

Dad just stared at me for a while, and I knew my face must be bright red
from the embarrassment. I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud. I
shifted in my seat, and noticed the knot in my stomach had turned to
butterflies.

"Not a word," Dad finally said, and cleared his throat. "You couldn't say a
single word, not to anybody, ever, understand?" Dad asked, and I nodded my
head. "Really, Jordan. They'd take you from me, and I'd never be allowed to
see you again. I couldn't risk it, so you have to really promise me,
man-to-man." The look in Dad's eyes was intense, and I took a deep breath.

"I swear, I'll never say anything to anyone, no matter what." I said, and I
could see Dad was shaking a little now too. "Can we do it again?"

Dad paused for a moment, looking me up and down. I was still just in my
shirt and briefs, and I could see him pause and look at my dick and balls
for a while. I felt a stirring down there, and knew I'd be hard soon.

"There have to be rules," Dad said, and I smiled. He smiled a little too,
though it was lopsided. "The most important one is you can't ever say
anything, to anyone, about what we do. Not your best friend, not anyone." I
nodded my head again. "The second rule is, you call the shots. If at any
time, ever, you want to stop, just say stop. If you don't want to do
something, just say no. I'll never be mad at you for it, okay? I don't want
you to do something just because you think it's what I want you to do. I
only want you to do stuff you absolutely, 100% want to do. Okay?"

I nodded again, and peeked at Dad's crotch. I could see his dick sticking
out a little, tenting the front of his briefs. For some reason the sight
made my mouth water.

"The third rule is whenever there are other people around, we act
completely normal. We're just a father and son, okay? And the fourth rule
is that whenever you want to stop and not do anything anymore, that's
okay. If you meet someone, or just don't like it anymore, I want you to
know you can just walk away. I'll always love you, no matter what, okay
buddy?"

"Okay, Daddy," I said, and felt myself blush. Crap, I did it again. I never
called him that anymore. Dad got a look in his eyes, a kind of predatory
look almost, when I said it, and for some reason it made my dick
twitch. "Can I ask something, though?"

"You can ask me anything, buddy," Dad said, angling his body a little more
towards me on the couch.

"What happened last night, that was... masturbating, right? And when it
felt really good and all that stuff came out of your dick, that was an
orgasm?" I felt stupid asking, like a little kid, but Dad just smiled at
me.

"Here, how about this: let's get dressed, do our Saturday chores, and after
we're done we can relax and we'll talk all about what happened last
night. I'll answer any questions you've got for me, okay?" Dad smiled down
at me while he talked, and squeezed my shoulder with his big, broad
hand. "I love you, buddy."

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. Dad said we could do it
again! I jumped off the couch and smashed myself into Dad, hugging him as
hard as I could. I could feel my boner poking into him a little, and at
first I was kinda embarrassed about it, but it actually felt kinda good so
I didn't move. Dad just hugged me back and chuckled a little.

"C'mon bud, chore time," Dad said, patting me on the butt before he stood
up. It was something he did all the time, but this time it gave me chills,
and I felt my dick jump in my underwear. Dad chuckled again and shook his
head a little, before turning around to walk down the hall towards his
room. "Go ahead and get dressed and I'll meet you in the backyard. As soon
as we finish all our chores we can hang out and relax. We can spend all
night talking if you want to."

I stopped at the door to my room as Dad kept walking. Absentmindedly, he
stripped his robe off while he was walking, and I froze, staring at his
butt in his tight briefs while he walked away from me. His skin was so much
darker than the white fabric that it showed through a little, and I could
see his cheeks individually tense and jiggle as he walked. I felt the tent
in my undies strain even harder, and my dick jumping over and over as I
watched. It was only for a couple seconds, before Dad got to his room and
turned around, but it was an image that I made sure to cement in my
memory. Dad saw where I was looking, and I think he actually got a little
shy.

"That's quite a pup tent you've got, buddy," He said, smirking a little. It
felt weird to just be standing there, both of us in the doorways to our
rooms, staring at each other's junk. Dad blushed, and I felt the
butterflies in my stomach start fluttering again. "You really like looking
at me that much?"

I swallowed heavily and just nodded, at a loss for words. Dad's bulge had
gotten bigger, and he was tenting his briefs now too. I could clearly see
the outline of the tip of his penis, and it was so thick. I didn't know
why, but seeing it made my mouth water.

"Well, I don't want us to get too distracted, but as you probably noticed,
the feeling is mutual. You look really sexy yourself there, bud." Dad's
dick twitched, and he chuckled. "Now get dressed! We've got things to do
today." He turned around and walked into his room, and I did the same. I
threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, socks and my sneakers. The whole time
all I could think about was Dad calling me sexy. Did he really like how I
looked? The idea that Dad thought I was sexy made me giddy. I had a huge
smile on my face as I walked out to the backyard to get started on my
chores.

After a couple hours of working on the yard, cleaning the house, and
getting laundry sorted and ready for the wash, Dad and I finally finished
all our chores. We came into the house through the garage, slipping out of
our shoes before going into the house proper. Dad and I both were tired,
and as we trudged toward the comfort of the couch in the living room, Dad
undid his belt, and popped the button on his shorts.

For a second I got excited, thinking Dad might just drop his shorts
altogether, but instead he made a detour to the fridge, grabbed himself a
couple beers and me a soda, and plopped heavily onto the couch. I guess he
just wanted to be a little more comfy. He spread his legs wide and sighed
loudly, as I sat closely next to him.He smiled and slip his arm around my
shoulder, pulling me into his side. I let myself nuzzle into his chest,
breathing in deeply. His smell surrounded me, strong and manly, and a
little sweaty. My dick stirred in my shorts.

"Hey buddy, you wanna get pizza delivered?" Dad asked, fishing in his
pocket for his phone. I nodded mutely as he dialed a phone number (from
memory, which probably says a lot about our lives), and ordered our usual
thing. After he hung up Dad cracked open a beer, turning on the TV and
flipping through channels aimlessly. We settled on some cop show, and Dad
managed to finish two beers before the pizza arrived. To be honest I was
feeling pretty nervous, I kept wanting to bring up the talk we were gonna
have, but it never seemed like the right moment. I was just starting to
think Dad had totally forgotten about it when he came back into the living
room with the pizza boxes and some paper plates for us.

"Dinner is served, kiddo!" Dad put the pizza on the coffee table in front
of the couch, flipping it open and tossing me a paper plate. While he sat
down and opened his third beer I grabbed a slice of pepperoni, my stomach
growling in appreciation at the smell. Dad followed suit, and after a few
quiet seconds of chewing, Dad clapped me on the shoulder and cleared his
throat.

"So, uh, now that dinner is handled, did you want to, you know, have that
talk?" Dad asked, and I could tell he was feeling as nervous as I was about
it. I sat upright quickly, swallowing a mouthful of pizza and clearing my
throat in a rush.

"Yeah!" I said, probably too loud, because Dad laughed a little. "I thought
you forgot."

"Ha, no way buddy, it's been all I could think about the whole day! Why do
you think I've been hitting the beer so hard? Takes the edge off my
nerves," Dad smiled at me, but I could tell he was really nervous. I was
too, but I was more excited than I was nervous. "I figured we could chat
while we eat, just hang out, you know? Just be guys."

I smiled. "So can I finally ask about what happened last night?" I think
Dad could tell how eager I was because he smirked at me. At the same time,
he fidgeted a little in his seat, taking a second to adjust his shorts and
clearing his throat.

"Yes, Jordan, you can ask about what happened last night. And anything else
you wanna know about." Dad was smiling at me, and took another large swig
from his beer. His eyes were a little glassy, and I wondered if it was
affecting him much. I couldn't help myself, I glanced down at his crotch
for a second, and I think he noticed cuz when I looked back up he was
blushing.

"So, what we did in the shower was masturbation, right? And the white stuff
was your sperm? Does that mean you orgasmed?" I tried to play it cool, but
I couldn't hold back. For his part, Dad didn't look at all surprised by my
rapid fire questions.

"Yes, what we did together in the shower was masturbating. You can also
call it jerking off, or jacking off, or any number of things," Dad
explained, pausing to take another long swig of beer. He was starting to
slur his words just the tiniest bit. "Usually, that's something you do in
private. It's totally normal and natural to do, and there are lots of ways
to do it. Some guys even do it together with their friends. And also yes,
that was my sperm, though most people call it "cum" because it's a sexier
word. You'll start making your own soon, and then jerking off will be a lot
more of a hassle. That does mean I orgasmed, or "came," last night
too. Unless I'm mistaken, I'm pretty sure you did too, buddy. Did you have
a really intense feeling at the end? That's an orgasm."

I could feel my eyes widening while Dad talked, and I kept getting more and
more excited. Dad finished his third beer and let out a loud burp. I was
almost bouncing in my seat.

"Yeah! It felt amazing! We can do it again, right? We can masturbate
together?" I could hear the eagerness in my own voice, and I didn't
care. It was all I could think about since it happened, the best feeling
I'd ever had in my life. With DAD! I couldn't think of anything better than
that.

"I've been thinking about that a lot, Jordan," Dad said, and for a second
my heart dropped a little. Did he change his mind since this morning? Was
he trying to tell me we couldn't do it together anymore? "The rules we laid
out this morning have to be stuck to 100%, there's no wiggle room in any of
them. If you can promise me that you'll stick to the rules... yes, I think
we can do that kind of thing again, if you want to."

I almost jumped out of my seat and whooped for joy, but I kept the impulse
under control. My heart lept into my throat. Oh my god, I could do it
again! If I wanted to, I could do it with DAD!

"Yes, sir, Daddy-sir. I promise. Can we do it again now?" Dad's eyes
changed for a second when I said the first part, and he smirked, putting
his plate down on the coffee table and gently putting his hand on my knee.

"I figured that was where this was all headed. ...I think we should have
another talk, first. Jordan, do you know how two men have sex together?"
There was a twinkle in Dad's eye as he asked me, and I frowned. Thinking
about it, I realized I had almost no idea. Dad had mentioned that two men
could have sex together when he told me about sex and stuff, but that had
been the extent of it. Sometimes guys at school made jokes about
'cocksuckers' and stuff, but I didn't know if that was something that ever
actually happened or not.

"Uhhh..." I paused, "I've never thought about it. I guess masturbating
together, and other stuff?" I tried to think of two men having sex, but my
brain couldn't quite put the image together. I could think about them
touching each other, but when it came down to it, sex was a man putting his
penis inside a woman's vagina, right? Could two guys not have sex together?

Dad smiled ruefully. "Oh, boy. Yes, two men can masturbate together, and
that's a form of sex. But there's a lot more they can do, too. I think,
before we do anything, you need to know what the options are, and decide
what you do and don't want, before things go any further. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, my heart dropping a little. I thought we were gonna do
stuff, you know, right *now*. "I guess."

I think Dad could tell I was pouting a little bit, because he patted me on
my thigh. "It won't take long, buddy. I just want to make sure you're the
one calling all the shots in this, okay?" I nodded, looking Dad in the eye
before he continued.

"Yes, two men masturbating together, or each other, is something they can
do. They can also have oral sex, the same way a man and woman can. They can
kiss, lick, and suck parts of each other's bodies, but the most common form
of oral sex between men is when they suck on each other's dicks. That's a
blowjob."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head. If I was hard before, it was nothing
compared to now. My dick was tenting my shorts and twitching, just from the
idea of sucking on my Dad's dick. The image of the thick head of his cock
popped in my head from the night before, and I thought how it would fit
perfectly between my lips. Dad kept explaining,

"They can of course touch, kiss, hold, and cuddle each other the same way a
man and woman can. When it comes to having sex, instead of putting their
dick in a vagina, two men who have sex together sometimes... put their
dicks in each other's asses. That's called anal sex. But that's pretty
advanced for where you're at now, and I think we should definitely wait a
while before considering it." I agreed, the idea making me kind of
uncomfortable to think about. Wouldn't there be... gross stuff? "There are
of course lots of other things men can do together, but that's the basic
stuff. You okay? Do you have any questions?"

My head was kind of swimming, and I took a second to think before I said
anything. I could tell Dad was getting kind of worried, so I smiled at him,
and shook my head.

"I don't think so?" I said, adjusting my position on the couch. "I don't
think I'm ready for... anal stuff yet, like you said. Everything else
sounds fun. I don't really know what else to ask, I guess."

Dad smiled sympathetically at me, and scratched at the stubble on his chin.

"Well, we can definitely take it slowly and feel things out, and just do
what feels okay for you. Remember, you call the shots, and you can always
ask me anything you want, even when we're... playing, together." I thought
the euphemism Dad used was kind of funny, but ignored it. "For now, I guess
just thinking about what turns you on, and seeing if there's anything
you're not totally sure about? Like, anything I didn't mention?"

I thought for a while again, my hands falling into my lap as I studied
Dad's body and thought about what turned me on, and what I didn't know. My
eyes fell on his crotch and I thought about something.

"I realized before our shower last night that I really like... I like to
watch you pee a lot, is that normal?" I figured Dad was just shrug and say
yeah, I just liked to see his penis probably, so I was a little embarrassed
when his eyes widened a little and he blushed. Oops, maybe that wasn't the
right thing to say just then?

"Uhm, well, that's not something I mentioned, but yes, there are men, and
women too, who like to watch people go pee." Dad shifted a little and
seemed uncomfortable, and I blushed. From the way it sounded, it was
definitely something weird.

"It's called 'watersports,' and a lot of people have it as a fetish." I
cocked my head when Dad said that, and he cleared his throat. "A fetish is
something that turns you on. There are lots of them. Like I said,
watersports is a pretty common one, and lots of people like to watch their
partners go pee, or even pee on each other." Dad's face was bright red when
he continued. "S-Some of them even drink the pee."

Dad had gone from being open and confident, to looking like he was trying
to make himself as small as possible on the couch. I shifted awkwardly too,
feeling bad for saying anything. The vibe had gone from hot, to downright
weird. I avoided looking Dad in the eyes for a while, feeling really
embarrassed for bringing it up.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, eyes glued to my hands in my lap. "I shouldn't have
said anything."

Dad started when I said that, and suddenly he got really animated.

"Oh, no, buddy," Dad said, while lifting my chin with his finger so I'd
meet his eyes. "No, no, you have nothing to be sorry for. I didn't..." Dad
paused and fidgeted a little, "I acted that way because I was
embarrassed. I-I... I have a thing for watersports. I like it. I was
feeling embarrassed because of me, not you. You didn't do anything wrong in
the slightest."

Dad looked a little said as he looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry buddy. I
didn't mean to make you feel like you did something wrong. I shouldn't act
that way about this stuff, I'm just teaching you to be ashamed about your
own sexuality and I don't... that the opposite of what I want to do. I want
you to be proud of who you are. There's nothing wrong with you liking to
watch me pee, buddy. In fact, it makes me kind of flattered that I turn you
on that way."

I tried to smile, but I think Dad could tell it was a little forced. I was
still feeling awkward, but it helped to know that my Dad liked it too. How
weird could it be if we both enjoyed it, right? Dad stretched his arms over
his head and sighed, dropping his hand down onto my shoulder and smiling at
me.

"Tell you what, I'm tired of talking for now. What say we get cleaned up
and have a little, fun, huh?" Dad asked, and this time I smiled in earnest.

"Sure," I said, wondering what he had in mind.

Dad stood up from the couch, grinning from ear to ear. I was curious what
he was up to until he pulled his shorts open and dropped them to the
floor. OH! He meant THAT kind of fun! As quickly as I could, I hopped up
and dropped my shorts too, while Dad pulled his shirt over his head. We
took a second to look at each other's bulges in our tighty whities, before
I pulled my own shirt off and dropped it next to Dad's. He leaned down and
kissed me on my forehead, before turning and heading towards the hallway
that led to our bedrooms.

"I think we need a shower, what do you say, Jordan?" He asked, and I nodded
behind him, even though he couldn't see me. I was watching his butt in his
briefs again. Hypnotized by the view in front of me, I followed him all the
way into his master bedroom. I hadn't thought about it before, but as he
stepped into his bathroom and turned to wait for me, I realized he meant
showering together.

This just kept getting better and better!

I hadn't seen Dad like this much before, and I liked it. He was bouncing a
little from foot to foot, smiling like the Cheshire Cat from ear to ear. He
looked really happy, and really excited. I probably looked much the same,
despite the knot in my stomach and the nerves coming over me all of a
sudden. I wasn't afrid, just excited. Without much ado, we both slipped our
briefs down our legs. Huh, it was kinda weird not to have to cover up or
feel embarrassed. I noticed Dad pause and look me over, and I smiled.

"Alright," Dad said, putting on a more serious tone. "Really quick, before
we hop in, what do you want to happen? We can just shower together, father
and son, or we can mess around if you want to. You call the shots."

I paused for a second, and couldn't help but feel like the arrangement
wasn't really fair, even though I understood why it had to be that way. I
hadn't really planned what I wanted to happen, and for a moment my mind
wandered. A dozen images flooded my mind's eye, and man, I honestly
couldn't think of anything I didn't wanna do with Dad. Everything we'd
talked about, aside from the anal sex stuff, sounded awesome! I'd never
even touched his dick before, and now there were no limits, and I was
feeling a little lost and overwhelmed.

"Uhh..." I mumbled, and Dad smirked down at me. His dick was jumping, and
filling out a little. He just stood there with his arms crossed like it was
the most normal thing in the world to be asking his son what kind of sex he
wanted to have.

"I think it sounds nice to, you know, touch your body and stuff?" I
started, still at a bit of a loss. "Blowjobs sounded really interesting
too, if you wanted to, you know... try that with me? I don't know what
you're willing to do so I'm not sure."

Dad walked the few steps over to me and smiled, pulling me in for a
hug. His dick pressed into my stomach, and I felt heat rushing to my
face. My boner came back with a vengeance, so hard so quickly it almost
ached.

"I'm down to do anything you want to, buddy," Dad said quietly, rubbing his
hands up and down my back. "I'm just so in shock and excited about this all
happening in the first place... You could probably tell me to go jump off a
bridge and I'd do it with a smile on my face!"

Dad and I laughed, and I rested my face on his bare chest. "Not that," I
said quietly, enjoying the full body contact I was getting. My dick was too
low to Dad for it to press against him, but otherwise almost our entire
bodies were touching.

We pulled apart after a few moments, and we both noticed we had raging
hardons. We laughed again, a little awkwardly, and Dad shifted his weight,
causing his boner to bounce up and down. It looked like there was a bead of
liquid on the tip, that I now knew was his precum.

"Tell you what," Dad said, looking over my body as he spoke. "How about we
shower together, and we can touch each other how we like, and if you feel
like it, you can just ask me and I'll suck you, or you can suck me. Does
that sound like something you'd enjoy?"

My dick throbbed just thinking about it, and I nodded my head
frantically. I was still in shock this was happening.

Dad smiled at me, and turned around, opening the shower and twisting the
knobs to get the water running. Soon enough there was steam rising from the
top, and we knew it was ready. Dad patted my shoulder, leaning down to say
in my ear,

"Why don't you hop in, I've gotta take a leak after all that beer." I froze
for a second, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him from straightening
after he spoke.

"D-Do you want to... I mean, would it be okay if you peed in the shower?
S-So I can watch... close up?" My throat felt really dry while I talked,
and for a while I wondered if Dad had heard me at all, until he turned his
head to kiss me on the cheek.

"I think I'd really enjoy that," he said, his voice suddenly sounding rough
and husky. He straightened, and we both took a second to look each other
over one more time, before we stepped carefully into the shower stall.

Dad let me get under the spray first, and I leaned my head back to let the
hot water run through my hair and over my face. Man, that felt good. My
eyes drifted closed and I sighed, enjoying the warmth of the shower over my
muscles, sore from all the manual labor we'd done that day.

I about jumped out of my skin when I felt Dad's hand on my shoulder, having
totally forgotten I wasn't alone in the shower. We both laughed, and I
moved over to let Dad get into the direct spray from the shower head. While
he leaned his head back, I took the chance to look him over again. In the
past two days I'd seen my Dad naked, and even hard, more than I ever had
before in my life, and I still wasn't used to it.

I watched the rivulets of water run down his body, his skin becoming slick
looking, almost reflective. His front was facing towards me and I watched a
small stream of water run down his boner, pointing horizontally away from
his body, and drip down onto the floor. His dark black pubes became wet,
and looked almost like they had glitter in them, catching and reflecting
the bathroom lights. His dick swayed from side to side as he scrubbed his
hands through his hair, giving me a great view of the tufts of jet black
hair under his arms. His dark caramel skin stood in stark contrast to my
own, almost glowing, paleness, only punctuated by the lighter skin on his
palms, and the end of his cock. His wet cock head looked dark red, almost
like a cherry.

I noticed he seemed to have frozen, and looked up to see him watching
me. His eyes shone brightly in the bright bathroom lighting, and I felt
like I saw fire behind them. I wasn't used to my Dad looking at me this
intensely, and I felt my face flush. For his part, he appraised my body
too, sighing heavily as he stared at my rock hard dick, his own cock
twitching and rising even higher. I still couldn't believe Dad thought I
was sexy. Dad took a step forward, and with my back to the shower wall I
couldn't move away.

"C-Can I touch you?" Dad asked, voice low and strained. His body was only
inches from mine, I could even feel the very tip of his cock pressing into
my stomach. I swallowed heavily, and nodded.

Dad didn't need any more prompting. He dropped to his knees, putting
himself closer to level with me, and put both of his hands on my
shoulders. He looked me deeply in the eyes and smiled, nodding when I
lifted my on hands, gently placing them on his wet chest. He squeezed my
shoulders gently, and let his hand wander over my chest, feeling under my
arms before slipping his hands down my side. I copied his movements, toying
with the hair under his arms before slipping my hands as far down his sides
as I could reach them. From the position we were in, I couldn't reach his
dick. That didn't stop him from gliding his hands over my lower stomach,
brushing barely against the top of my pubes.

Dad looked at me for approval, and I nodded. His eyes never leaving mine,
Dad's hands slowly touched the base of my rock hard dick, taking his time
cupping one hand around my shaft and trailing it upwards, while his other
hand moved down to my hairless balls. I gasped, squirming a little, and Dad
finally broke eye contact to watch his hands. I followed suit, and gasped.

One of Dad's hands was big enough to hold my whole dick. He squeezed his
grip gently and I whimpered, leaning back against the shower wall to keep
my balance. Dad made a noise, almost like a growl, and tugged gently on my
dick and balls at the same time. My eyes fluttered shut and I moaned
loudly, totally overtaken by the sensations. No one had ever touched my
dick before, much less when I had a boner. Dad's hand was so big and warm
and rough, and my dick was just wet enough to allow for a tiny amount of
slip. God, his hands were so strong, and as he built to a torturously slow
rhythm my head shot back, and a high pitched noise escaped my lips.

I realized my hands weren't doing anything but weakly clutch at Dad's
shoulders, so I moved them up his arms, toying with the wet hair stuck on
his forearms. Dad looked briefly back up at me, and I looked down at him,
before he shakily got to his feet. He was so hard. His balls were drawn up
tight to his body, and looking down at them my mouth watered. The thick
layer of black hair was slick and matted down, and I wondered what it would
feel like to run my fingers through it.

"What do you want, Jordan?" Dad asked me, and I looked up into his
eyes. Jesus, he was breathing so heavy, his eyes so dark and intense.

So much. I wanted just... so, so much. I wanted him to keep touching me,
but I wanted to touch him, and I wanted to try blowjobs, and just... it was
all too much. Helpless, I looked up at Dad, and shook my head.

"I-I don't know..." I muttered, voice breaking. "I want so much and I
just... Can you take over Daddy, please? I can't- I don't know what to do."

Dad watched me for a long moment, and I couldn't help but look at his dick
again. Fuck, I wanted it so badly.

"If you ever want to, just say 'stop.' No matter what I tell you to do, you
don't have to do anything you don't want. Okay? If it's too intense, or too
much, or whatever, you can say stop. Got it?" Dad stared deep into my eyes,
and I nodded.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, my voice echoing in the shower. Dad's eyes flashed
brightly, and he smirked.

"Good boy," Dad said, and something about his voice had shifted. "Touch."

I did as I was told. My hands were shaking as, slowly, I moved them towards
Dad's dick. Dad just stood there, hands on his hips, boner proudly jutting
out. God, it was so big. My fingers brushed against the tip, and I jumped a
little as dad hissed. I looked up quickly, and he was just watching me,
breathing heavy. Focusing back on Dad's cock, I moved my hands to his bush
of pubes. I ran my fingers through them, noticing how coarse they were, and
moaned. Dad's cock twitched, and he growled.

"It's real hot watching you touch your Daddy's cock, boy," Dad said, and I
blushed. What he said was so dirty, but... I liked it. I liked it a LOT. I
looked up into his eyes, and licked my lips, and felt Dad's cock twitch. I
slowly moved one of my hands to the base of his cock, fisting it and
slipping my hand toward the tip. My other hand moved lower, grazing over
the hairs on Dad's balls.

Dad's back arched when my hand reached the head of his cock. It felt so hot
and BIG in my hand. I could barely close my fist around my Dad's boner, and
as I experimentally squeezed my hand, a drop of clear liquid dripped down
the head of Dad's cock.

Dad thrusted his hips forward slightly, and I built a rhythm with my hand,
stroking him. My free hand I used to feel Dad's big, heavy balls, squeezing
the way he had to mine. Dad hissed again.

"That feels real good, boy, but Daddy's gotta take a wicked piss," Dad
said, and I looked up. I saw a sparkle in his eye, and I swallowed
heavily. For some reason, I didn't stop stroking him.

"Are you sure that's what you want, boy?" Dad asked, arching his eyebrow at
me. I didn't know if this was too far, but I nodded my head. Dad's eyes
widened for a moment, and his nostrils flared. "Alright then."

There was a moment of silence between us, where I could only hear the
shower head hissing in the background, before I felt Dad's dick
pulse. There was a sudden rushing feeling in it, and his stream of piss
erupted from the tip of his dick. I gasped loudly as it splashed onto my
chest, hitting me with a massive force I wasn't expecting, and running down
my body. Dad growled loudly, and pulled his dick from my hands, using his
own to aim the stream over my body.

The stream was mostly clear, just a hint of pale yellow in it, and smelled
like nothing but salty water. There wasn't much of a 'pee' smell to it,
which surprised me. Dad aimed the hot stream up onto my chest, running it
over my small, pink nipples. I moaned loudly, and used my hands to start
rubbing it into my body. I could feel the heat running down my front,
splitting at my dick before trickling down my thighs. Speaking of my dick,
I don't think it'd ever been harder than it was in that moment. I don't
know why it turned me on so much, but having Dad piss on me was the hottest
thing that had ever happened. He aimed his stream at my cock and balls,
bending his boner down to make the angle right, and I almost came then and
there.

The combination of the feeling of dad's hot, salty piss running down my
body, and the sight of his massive, throbbing cock shooting its piss all
over me flipped a switch in me. I don't know what it was, but suddenly I
had no inhibitions, I was so hot and turned on, all I could think about was
more. Dad released his boner, allowing his stream to move back up from my
dick and balls, and as it flipped back upright some of his piss splashed on
my face. Reflexively, my tongue darted out to clean it off, before I could
think of what I was doing.

Dad's piss stream suddenly cut off, and he growled really low. Nervously, I
met his gaze.

"Open?" Dad said, but his inflection told me it was more of a question than
an order. Thinking for a moment, I complied, slowly opening my mouth. "You
sure?" Dad asked, and I nodded.

"On your knees," Dad ordered, and this time I obeyed without hesitation. I
was nervous about what I was going to do, but holy shit, all I could think
of was how bad I wanted it.

On my knees I was eye level with my Dad's throbbing cock, and I could see
he had it pinched in his hand, hard at the base. I assumed that's how he
was holding his piss back for the moment. Dad growled, so loud I felt the
shower walls shake, and I noticed how dark red his cock was, the head
swelling obscenely as Dad released his grip.

His piss stream started right where it left off, at full force. At first it
arced over my shoulder, but Dad quickly adjusted his aim until it hit my
neck. What felt to me like agonizingly slowly, Dad's stream moved upward,
washing over my chin before finally arcing into my open mouth. My mouth
quickly filled, and the flow stopped again.

"Swallow," Dad ordered, and again I obeyed. The noise of my swallowing
seemed extra loud, and for a moment I couldn't believe what I'd just
done. I drank my Dad's PISS! Dad just groaned, and smiled down at me. "Keep
swallowing. Don't waste any."

I nodded my head, and Dad let go of the base of his dick again. This time
his aim was perfect from the start, and it flowed right into my mouth. His
flow seemed to have slowed down a little, and I had more time before my
mouth filled up. For the first time, I really tasted what my Dad was
unloading into me. Honestly, his piss tasted mostly like warm water, with
maybe a little bit of saltiness to it. But underlying that, there was this
one note, almost nutty, that I was instantly addicted to. As my mouth
filled I swallowed, but I kept my mouth open this time, so none of Dad's
piss went to waste.

After a few mouthfuls, it seemed like Dad's stream was dwindling, and I had
to lean forward to keep it in my mouth. Dad groaned and moved forward
slightly, putting the tip of his cock close to my open mouth. My stomach
flipped a little as I had an idea, and without waiting to ask, I closed my
lips around the head of Dad's cock.

If Dad had been loud before, it was nothing compared to now. I honestly
thought the neighbors must have heard the noise he made when I did that,
taking the tip of my Dad's cock in my mouth for the very first time. His
piss stream seemed to pick back up when I did that, and I swallowed as
quickly as I could to keep it from overflowing.

"FUCK yes," Dad shouted, and put his hand on the back of my head. "Drinking
your Daddy's fucking PISS, boy!"

Oh god, hearing him say it made me blush so hard. I was drinking my Dad's
pee! His stream started dwindling again, and I didn't have to focus so much
on swallowing. I moved down a little further onto Dad's cock, whimpering as
I felt his cock head fully slip between my lips. I felt the ridge, and
curled my lips around it, Dad's piss stream finally dying out. I felt his
cock flex, and Dad grunted as a last few spurts shot in my mouth. I
swallowed them greedily, and Dad used the hand on the back of my head to
push my further down onto his dick.

"Oh, FUCK, boy, you make me feel so good," Dad groaned, slowly pushing more
and more of his cock into my mouth. God, it felt so thick and heavy on my
lips. My view was mostly Dad's dark bushy pubes, and I fleetingly looked
up, meeting his eyes, watching every second of what was
happening. Experimentally, I flicked my tongue along the bottom of Dad's
cock. Dad grunted, shoving another inch of his cock into my mouth (I had
taken about half now), and tightened his grip on the back of my head.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum boy," Dad said breathlessly, rocking back slightly to
shove his cock back into my mouth rhythmically. "In your mouth?"

As best as I could, I nodded my head, and Dad shoved his cock really deep
in my mouth. It almost made me gag, but I just held back as I felt
something hot shoot into my mouth. Dad grunted again and again, as rope
after rope of his cum shot into my mouth. It tasted bitter, and salty, but
not that bad. With one final grunt, Dad sighed and pulled out of my mouth.

"Keep it in your mouth," Dad said, hurriedly falling to his knees. He
pushed me back up onto my feet, and before I could think his lips were
around my dick. Dad effortlessly swallowed me down to the base, and that
was all it took before I was whimpering and writhing and cumming in his
mouth. It felt like I was cumming forever, even more intense than the last
time, hips rocking back and forth on their own, fucking my dick into Dad's
mouth.

Dad just groaned, and as I slumped back against the shower wall to catch my
breath, wordlessly pulled off, and leaned up towards my face. Suddenly,
Dad's lips were against mine, and I gasped as I felt his tongue probing my
lips. I opened my mouth, and felt the flood of Dad's cum slip from my mouth
into Dad's. He growled loudly, shoving his tongue as deep into my mouth as
he could, tasting every inch of it. He pushed some of his cum back in my
mouth before he pulled back, and I saw him swallow.

"You too," he said breathlessly, and I followed suit. I swallowed slowly,
smacking my lips a little. My mouth tasted like cum, piss, and Dad's
spit. Dad gabbed me in a rough hug, and I felt my softening dick pressing
against his stomach. He stood shakily, and kissed me on the forehead.

"Let's clean up," Dad said quietly, and I just nodded. I was still coming
down from... everything that had just happened. Gently, Dad moved me under
the stream of water, and washed my hair and body without making me lift a
finger. He quickly cleaned himself off too, before shutting off the
shower. We realized, in our haste we forgot to bring towels, so Dad ran
naked and dripping to the linen closet to grab some for us. It was kind of
funny to watch his butt and dick jiggle as he jogged.

Dad toweled me off, then himself, picked me up and laid me on his bed. He
left for a moment, and came back with some of my briefs, slipping them up
my legs for me before I even had a chance to try and put them on myself. He
grabbed some briefs for himself, and laid next to me in bed, laying on his
side and pulling me in close to him.

"I love you, buddy," Dad said, nuzzling his face into my hair. "You
alright?"

I smiled lazily and nodded, turning to look Dad in the eye. He smiled too.

"I'm glad," he said, and started stroking my side gently with his
fingertips. "You did a really good job in there, buddy. I'm proud of you. I
hope you felt as amazing as I did."

I smiled again, sighing deeply. I didn't know what time it was, or how long
we had been in the shower, but I could see it was dark outside through the
blinds. I turned back around, allowing Dad to spoon me, and moaned
contentedly as he pulled a blanket over us. Feeling his mostly bare skin
against mine was amazing, with just our undies between us.

Dad turned on the TV he had in his room, and I let my eyes flutter
closed. I caught snippets of shows Dad watched as I drifted off to sleep.