Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 17:56:30 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacob and Jason - chapter 2 - Naked days and porn

Chapter 2 -- Naked days and porn.

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I did not have long to wait. Two minutes after he had entered the bathroom
he came out again with his glorious naked body and still nursing a huge
boner. It was not only because he had had the urge to piss that he was hard
then. I could not help but think that maybe he liked showing off and it was
arousing for him that his father saw his naked body. I admit I asked him
something so he would be a bit longer there and I could enjoy his nudity
the only time, I thought, I was gonna see it.

-Did you have time enough to reach the toilet?

-Yes, dad, fortunately.

Then he walked a bit more towards his bedroom and I could glimpse again the
beauty of his naked ass. But suddenly he pretended he had dropped a
ball-pen or something. It was obvious that naked as he was, he was not
carrying anything, but he suddenly bent down as if to pick it up and now I
could even relish in the vision of his butt cleavage, thus exposed, with
his scarce blonde fuzz and I had to overcome the temptation to run to him
and lick his hole. He finally reached his bedroom and I thought, hard as a
rock, I would always wank over that pornographic vision, my own son's naked
body. I had been allowed to see even the hair in his crack.

I was thinking about all this as Jason took another five minutes to come
out again. Meanwhile I went to the kitchen to bring his coffee. I had
hardly had time to put his coffee on the table when I saw him coming again
stark naked.

-I am sorry, dad. I will put my clothes on again if you ask me. It's just
that I have always dreamt to live as a nudist and I wanna live naked unless
you tell me not to.

-In this house you can live the way you prefer, Jason --I could not believe
my son wanted to live totally nude. Of course I had nothing to reproach him
but I smiled at him and said instead-. Live naked if you want but only at
home, lol. Do not go naked to the street or to our atelier. To allow you to
live naked can also be a birthday present.

So he sat down totally nude to have breakfast. So far I had been doing
anything he did to tell him clearly I would never reproach him
anything. But could I go to my room and take my clothes off too? I didn't
know what to do now and I thought that I would soon be back in my atelier
and it wasn't worthwhile to be naked for just five minutes. But I did an
experiment. He was not quite hard then and I decided to take off my
shoes. I knew perfectly well how my feet stank. Instead of being disgusted
I had the satisfaction to see how he went instantly hard. Is it you like
the smell of your father's smelly feet? I could not help but wonder.

After breakfast I told him again he didn't have to work today, since it was
his birthday. He told me he would put his clothes on now for he wanted to
have a ride in his new motorbike. So I went back to my atelier and it was
difficult to focus on my job that day as I constantly remembered the vision
of his hot naked body.

When I reached home he was not back yet. When he finally arrived, clad in
leather he was as pornographic as when he was naked and I wondered what he
would do now. I wanted to ask him how he had found his birthday present,
one of them, his motorbike, but he told me to wait a minute, went to his
bedroom and fortunately he came back as I was expecting him: buck naked
again. So he started to live every day. I had to be brave and do the same
so he felt comfortable to do whatever he wanted in this house. I went to my
room and took everything off except my briefs. They were clearly dirty and
yellow of the piss stains of three months and a half. I was not totally
nude but my erection then was more than evident and when I sat down I could
see anyone could glimpse my hard dick clearly protruding and visible. He
smiled at me and said nothing but seemed to be grateful to me for the
detail. He was all the time hard. Of course I wanted to imagine him aroused
at his father, but be as it may he was all the time naked and erect.

That night we were watching a police series on TV. It was two men curiously
of our respective ages and suddenly he pointed at the older one and said.

-That actor is so sexy, dad, that it always makes me hard when I look at
him. Unfortunately he is always clean but I imagine him sweaty.

It was the first time he mentioned his gay feelings before me, so I also
had to talk and reassure him.

-I prefer the other cop. He is sexy as hell --that actor was about the age
of Jason, also blonde and really made me hard.

So it was that we got used to mentioning the men we found sexy on TV. I did
not know if he imagined I was gay but after that naked night it became
really obvious.

But I also kept a collection of porn movies at home. I did not give a damn
if he found them now. I also wanted him to know how I am. He returned to
his job the next day and after the working hours he took his clothes off
again at home. I went out to buy some cigarettes and when I was back, I
found a new image: Jason was at home watching one of my porn movies and
jacking off. When he saw me enter he said.

-Sorry, dad. I will stop if you tell me but I suddenly saw your collection
of porn movies, in your bedroom closet over a rim seat you have there. I
hope you use it often. And I was so horny that I took one of the movies to
the living room to watch it and jack off. Your beautiful scat movies you
also have I will leave them for one other day.

-Nothing to object, Jason --I told him-, if you like that fun, have that
pleasure too.

I went to my room and this time I took everything off and returned to the
living room stark naked and sat down with him and then we both started to
jack off.

It was pornographic to see my son beating his meat and he was calm seeing
me doing just the same. There was also an older man in that movie, Morgan
Black, my favourite porn actor, close to my age and he chose that man and
told me how he aroused him. I chose one other young and blonde character
and told him. It was so good to be both together jacking off and commenting
on our favourite porn actors. He wasn't looking at me and I did not want
him to know that the true fact was that I preferred wanking over him, so as
I could I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. The arousal was too
much for me, wanking over my own son in his presence, and I had to cum
soon. As I was cumming I had the satisfaction of seeing how he looked at my
dripping cock with a wide smile. He soon came after his father and I will
never find the right words to describe what I felt seeing Jason blasting
his load on the floor. Now both of us had cum and the living room floor was
soon a puddle of father and son's pleasure. Of course I never mopped that
cum and I suspected he did not want to mop the floor either. So day after
day we were adding cum to the dirty floor.

But he did something next that bewildered me and showed me again he had
guts. He really was courageous. No other man would have dared to do that,
and less before his father. He stood up and suddenly I saw him pissing on
one of the living room walls, the one furthest from us. He told me as he
was pissing it was so urgent that he could not reach the bathroom. I did
not believe it but of course allowed him. I was focusing on his ass, and
some of his stream I could see. It was so hot. Before long the wall was a
long pond of piss, and it reached the floor and the living room became soon
a big yellow puddle adorning more my house with that glorious vision and
smell. I had to do the same to reassure him in this house he could do
anything he wanted. So I stood up, chose the same place and with no excuse
that I had a strong urge and could not reach the bathroom, I pissed exactly
where he had peed and soon both our liquids were on the floor. I was
clearly telling him: in this house you need no excuse, Jason, to piss
wherever you prefer, just because you want to do it, no excuses are
necessary.

The next day at job he was quite hard all the time. He seemed to be glad
his father also allowed him to see his porn movies, jack off, cum and even
piss on the living room floor. When he went up, I told him I would stay for
half an hour more in the atelier, simply because I wanted to see what he
would be doing when I finally reached our private sewer, our dirty house.

As I expected he was already sitting on the couch buck naked and jacking
off, this time with one of my scat movies, watching a scene with a rim
seat. I kissed him first and this time he was so brave that he really
kissed my lips. I gave no importance to that and told him I had to go to my
bedroom first. I took everything off and returned with no clothes to where
he was and quietly started to masturbate too, watching him doing the same
with the dirtiest guys from the movie who were eating shit in that moment,
one of them quietly sitting on the rim seat and feeding the other guy. Thus
it was that we were frantically jacking off again but this freedom made my
son comment on some things. One guy was pissing in the other guy's mouth.

-I love the taste of piss, dad, do you mind?

-Have you tasted it?

-I have, dad --he was still concerned about what I could tell him.

-So do I, Jason. The taste of a man's piss is delicious.

-I have even been under a rim seat, dad, and oh how it arouses me to know
you must have used it too with somebody.

-Have you also eaten shit or puke? --I wanted him calm and that's why I
asked.

-I have, dad, many times.

I smiled at him and confessed I had also done it. After that moment Jason
seemed to need no excuse and he started jacking off clearly looking at my
dirty naked body. He was all the film like that. He wasn't shy and
apparently I was his masturbatory image that day. I still did not dare wank
looking at him but was horny as hell watching him do that. This time both
of us could hold our orgasms the whole film but finally busted our loads
simultaneously adding more cum to the living room floor. Of the same
impulse we stood up, went to a wall closer to his bedroom now, I let him
choose, and both of us together started to piss there. Our house now had
everything from both now: in addition to garbage there was shit, puke,
spitting everywhere, cum, piss...

That night he surprised me bringing a glass to the living room table,
pissing in it and saying he wanted his piss to accompany his dinner. So I
went to the kitchen, took a different glass, pissed there too and that
night we both had dinner drinking our own piss all the time. It soon became
a habit.

So we spent all days till September 14. He had been in my house for four
months. He had never washed, he was always naked, he jacked off, shot his
load and pissed anywhere, spat preferably in the windows, replenished shit
and puke that we sometimes changed. Every day we saw a porn movie together,
I always let him choose, and they were frequently scat movies. He wanked
looking at me and I soon began to do the same. Every night we had dinner
with a glass of piss, but one night he approached my piss glass and started
to drink my piss. I got his and we exchanged our fluids and so we did every
night till we finally reached September 14.

That night of course I had first wanked over him as I had done every night
since he came home. And finally I could sleep something. It was two o'clock
of that September 14 when suddenly I felt my bedroom door open and the
light was lit. I woke up completely just to see Jason at the door, buck
naked as usual, with a hard on and clearly beating his meat.

-I'm sorry, dad --he began-. I've just had my usual night masturbation over
you as I do every night before going to sleep but after I came I saw it
would be impossible to sleep tonight unless I wanked over you seeing your
naked body. So if you don't send me to hell that's what I am gonna do now.

I was horny then as I had never been before in my life. I lit a
cigarette. I kept an ashtray in my bedside table. But I had to talk.

-Jason, it is not often for a son to enter his father's bedroom and say he
wanna jack over him. But I have always valued courage and you are really
courageous. I am proud of you and I will never send you to hell. You have
entered here to have fun and you will have fun. I sleep buck naked. You
just have to pull down my sheets.

He beat his meat ferociously then seeing I would also allow him that. When
he pulled down my sheets I told him.

-I only ask you, Jason, that if you want to repeat this, you needn't wake
me up and of course do not do it when we are at work. You have the rest of
the day to do that.

-I promise, dad. I will never wake you up again but I will do this every
day. I cannot help it --and then he asked me-, can you please turn? I wanna
start wanking enjoying the vision of that hot ass you have.

-Of course, Jason --and then I turned-. You have entered here to have fun
and you will have fun. All I ask you is, enjoy my back nudity, but do not
have me a long time like this. You know I have lit a cigarette and in this
position I could burn the pillow.

He promised it would be a short time and suddenly, as I could perfectly
feel his dick having fun, he started to touch me, taking fire to every spot
of my body. It was obvious he had touched men before. Maybe we should have
to talk about many things after now. But he continued to stroke my back for
a long while till finally he said I could turn now.