Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 11:11:16 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: JOBudy

JOBuddy
By Greg Bowden
Jg.ps@gte.net


My dad is really a good guy and we've been good friends ever since I grew
out of that terrible know-it-all stage when I was about sixteen. After Mom
died we became pretty close, helping each other get over the loss and
generally offering emotional support to one another. When I was divorced he
was there to help me come to terms with it and get on with my life.
Actually it was his idea that I move to another town, another job and start
my life over. I took his advice and it was the best thing that could have
happened to me. I found a great place to live, a great job and several
pretty good friends.

The only bad thing about the move was that it took me away from dad, my
best friend, but we manage to see one another fairly frequently. Dad is a
pilot for one of the big air lines so he can fly into town pretty much
whenever he wants, at least when he has some time off.

A couple of years ago, when dad was staying with me he mentioned that he
really needed to get some exercise so I suggested we go over to the gym. It
was a Wednesday morning and they're pretty good about allowing guests
then. Dad and I are about the same size so I found a fairly new tee shirt
with my company logo on it, a pair of matching shorts, also with logo,
white socks, ditto, and some shoes. When I tossed him a jock he held it up
to the light and inspected it closely.

"What?" he asked. "No company logo? They're missing a good bet here."

"Can't, dad. It would be sexist to give out company jocks. Not of much use
to the women."

"Well, they could give sports bras or something to the women."

"Wrong again," I laughed. "Too many sizes involved."

"I suppose. But you know what? These things should come in sizes too. I
mean, some guys are really hung and probably find them pretty
uncomfortable."

"If there were enough guys hung that well somebody would already be making
them. Come on, lets go sweat."

The gym was fairly crowded but we found a couple of lockers pretty close to
each other. We changed and went up to the track. Dad and I sometimes get
kind of competitive and this was one of those times. I always figure it'll
be easy to best a man twenty five years older than I am, no matter how good
a shape he's in and I'm usually wrong. Dad set the pace and I have to say,
I found it a real push to keep up.

We cooled down on the stationary bikes and then spent a quarter hour in the
sauna. After that we were ready for the showers.

The men's shower room at my gym is the old fashioned kind: a large room
with about twenty shower heads poking out of the walls. There were a lot of
guys there but we found a couple of places, across from each other. Looking
around I saw that it was going to be one of those days where everyone is
horny and most of the guys end up springing a boner at one time or
another. A few of them end up jacking-off, most pretty discretely but I've
seen some guys really get into it, regardless of who's watching.

To tell the truth, I get into it too, sometimes. It's a real turn-on,
jacking-off with a bunch of other guys. Weird I guess, but kind of fun too.

I looked across at dad and saw he was aware of the general mood of the room
as well. In fact, he seemed pretty well along the way to an erection right
along with the other guys in the room. He caught my eye and grinned at me
before he went back to soaping his chest.

Now my dad and I have never been particularly body shy with each
other. Besides changing clothes together we always swim naked in his pool
and sometimes shower together at his golf club so I'd seen his equipment
all my life. And ever since I was about fifteen I'd secretly prided myself
for having a bigger one than he did. Not much bigger, but still,
bigger. Looking over at him in that shower room my pride was dashed. Fully
up he obviously had me beat by more than just a tiny bit.

A couple of the guys were soaping their dicks fairly vigorously and I found
myself wanting to join in but I couldn't. I switched to cold water, rinsed
myself until I was pretty much down and shut the water off. I nodded to
dad, grabbed my towel and went out to the locker room. Dad joined me just a
minute or so later.

"I like your showers," he said, drying off. "Lots of energy in there."

"Yea, I guess so. It's like that a lot on Wednesdays for some reason. You
like the track?"

We talked about our workout while we got dressed and then went down the
street a couple of blocks to Starbucks. We sat at one of the little tables
out front, sipping the lattes dad insisted on buying.

"You okay, son?"

"Sure. Why?"

"You left the showers pretty suddenly. Looked like you were... ah... pretty
much up and ready. But then you turned on the cold water for a bit and then
you were out of there." He reached for the sky, stretching his arms. "I
couldn't do that myself. Not in a million years."

I took a sip of my coffee. Pretty good. "What couldn't you do in a million
years?"

"Turn the shower cold like that. My god, I'd probably have a heart attack
or something. Why'd you do that?"

I've never lied to my dad, not even when I was a little kid so it just came
naturally for me to tell the truth. "Stuff happens there, sometimes. I
mean, guys are horny and sometimes uh... well, sometimes they relieve
themselves."

"And this morning you were one of those guys wanting to relieve himself."
He drank some of his coffee. "Well, why didn't you?"

I started stammering and he held his hand up.

"Never mind. I know why you didn't. It was because I was there, watching,
wasn't it?"

I nodded and he laughed. "So now we're going back to your place and you're
going to make some lame excuse, lock yourself in your bedroom and `relieve'
yourself. Right?"

I wasn't sure what to say so I just nodded and drank some coffee.

"Do you and your friends really call it `relieving' yourself? When I was
your age it was jacking-off or jerking-off or sometimes, in politer
company, masturbating. It still is, for that matter."

I had to laugh. "Yea, that's what it is to me, too. I guess I was trying to
be delicate or something."

It was his turn to laugh. "I can't imagine why. I mean you've never been
delicate with me before." He drained his cup. "So back to the subject at
hand. You're going to lock yourself in your bedroom and jack-off and I'm
going to do the same thing"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, son. Old guys like me do it too sometimes. Especially after being
with a bunch of naked guys who were thinking of nothing else. Dad's have
needs too, you know. But I tell you what. Let's save those door locks and
just do it together."

I guess I looked pretty surprised. Dad said later that I looked stunned.

"What's wrong? Just because I'm your dad, I don't qualify as a jack-off
buddy? Come on, it might be a lot of fun."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. What's a jack-off buddy?"

"You know. A guy you jack-off with sometimes." He looked at me for a long
moment. "You mean you don't have a jack-off buddy? Have you ever had one?"

I started stammering again so I just shook my head `no'.

"Not even in school?" He sounded incredulous.

I finished my coffee, stalling for time. I still couldn't lie to my
dad. "Well, yeah there were a couple of guys in high school. I guess we did
it pretty regularly. But we never touched each other. I mean, we just did
it, jacked ourselves off, in the same room or car or... Well, you get the
idea."

"And in college?"

"No. Not after high school. I... I was very into women."

"Well of course you were. I didn't mean to imply there was anything gay
about you." He stood up. "You ready?"

I stood and grabbed the gym bag. "Yeah. Let's go."

Dad seemed to be deep in thought for the first couple of blocks. I'm
actually surprised I noticed because so was I. Finally he shook his head
and looked at me. "I guess we're more different than I thought. Me? One or
another of my male friends has been a jack-off buddy for as long as I can
remember. And that's what we do, we watch each other jack-off, maybe share
a fantasy or talk about how it feels. It's not queer, you know, to jack-off
with another guy. I mean, is it queer to stand around in the gym shower and
jack-off with those other guys? Is that your whole sex life?"

I laughed. "Not hardly! It only happens once in a while and believe me, my
sex life happens a good deal more than just once in a while."

"See? That's what I mean. If you're really secure in who you are, you can
let yourself play around with different stuff. You really ought to give it
a try. Not with me necessarily. That may have been a little out of line,
considering that I am your father and you were a little embarrassed just to
get hard in front of me. But let yourself at least think about it
sometime."

 When we got to the house there was a message for dad on the machine. Some
pilot had called in sick and they wanted dad to take his place on a flight
to London.

"I have to do it," he said when he played the message. "They'll really owe
me one for doing this on such short notice. Besides, it'll mean about an
extra week's pay, too." So dad flew to LA and since I had taken the day off
anyway, I sat in the sun with a tall cold one and finished the book I was
reading.

That night, lying in bed, I began to think about what dad had said, about
jacking-off with another guy. It was true that I did enjoy it on those rare
occasions when a sort of group jerk happened in the shower. Watching
another guy do it was pretty erotic and I began to wonder what it would be
like to talk about it or share a fantasy with another guy while we did it
together.

All that thinking about sex and jacking-off was making me pretty horny and
it wasn't long before my dick was nestled in my palm. I brought up a
familiar fantasy and, as always, I didn't get to the end before I couldn't
hold back any longer and covered my chest with cum.

I thought about a jack-off buddy off and on over the next couple of months
and the more I thought about it the more I thought I'd like to at least
give it a try. The problem was I hadn't a clue how to go about finding a
buddy. I didn't think I could just ask one of the guys at work and I didn't
think I really knew any one at the gym well enough to just walk up and ask
if he'd like to jack-off with me.

Dad solved the problem. The next time he came to visit I told him that I
had decided to give it a try but didn't know how. He congratulated me on my
open mind and a sense of self strong enough to get me as far as I was.

"One good way," he said, "would be to wait until all that energy builds up
in the showers at the gym. Afterward, give it a try with one of the guys
who seems least inhibited about it. You know, the guys who seem to get off
on doing it there and not trying to hide it."

"How did you find the guys you've jacked-off with?"

He grinned at me. "I never really looked for them. It always just sort of
happened. For instance there was one guy I did it with for years and we
started because we were sharing a hotel room and he wasn't exactly quiet
about doing it. I just threw back the covers and joined in. There was
another guy, in Chicago a couple of years ago, who was jacking-off at the
urinal next to me. I started to do it too and he asked me if I'd like to go
someplace more comfortable. So we went up to his place and had quite a time
of it. He's gay, by the way, and wanted to do more but he was okay with it
when I told him all I wanted to do is jack-off with him."

"Did you ever do it with him again? Did he make moves on you?"

"Yea, we did it fairly often whenever I was in Chicago. And no, he never
tried to do more."

"But what if he had?"

"I'd have put on my pants and gone home. Or maybe not. After a bisexual
co-pilot once told me how much better it is getting a blow job from a man
than from a woman I might have let him show me."

"I'm sorry to be asking so many questions, dad, but I'm looking to your
experience to keep me from doing something stupid."

"Look, son. If you just trust your instincts I think you'll be okay." Then
he grinned at me again. "But if you really want guidance, let's go to the
bedroom, take off our clothes and I'll show you how it's done."

I thought he was probably kidding me so I called his bluff. "Okay. Let's
go."

He called my bluff by walking into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and
taking off his shoes. I followed and sat next to him.

"Come on, son. You can't take your pants off with your shoes on." He
grinned at me again. "Or have you changed your mind about this whole
thing?"

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "No, I want to do it. It's just
that... well, that you're my dad. And I've never even gotten hard in front
of you, much less jacked-off."

"Sure you have. At least gotten hard. At the gym, last time I was here. And
I want to see it again." He stood up, taking off his shirt. I did the same.

"You know son, I'll tell you a little secret. I've always been just a
little envious that you had a bigger dick than I do. I mean, I'm the dad
for god's sake. But then I saw it up and I think I may have you beat, at
least when it counts."

I seemed to be losing my nervousness. I grinned at him and popped the
buttons on my fly. "Well dad, I have a little secret too. I've always been
just a little proud that I had the bigger dick. I was the kid but I won in
the dick department. Not by much, I admit. But I won."

"Uh oh." He dropped his pants but didn't take off his boxers. "Maybe this
isn't such a good idea. I don't want to deflate your ego."

"It's okay," I said pushing down my jeans and, since I don't wear
underwear, letting it all hang out. "Don't forget I saw it hard in the
shower too. It's bigger but not by much more than mine is bigger when we're
soft. Now, how do we do this."

"Just do what comes naturally." He got onto the bed and stretched
out. "There aren't any particular rules to it you know. Just do what you
like to do and that will probably be a turn on to your buddy too."

I laid out next to him and watched him take his dick in his hand. For some
reason I have never understood that gesture struck me as one of the most
erotic things I had ever seen and my nervousness just sort of went away. I
reached for my dick but dad put his hand on my arm and stopped me.

"Do... Do something else for a while and let me watch it get hard."

I began to play with my nipples. My dick was laying over my balls and I
could feel it begin to stretch out. "Then let me watch yours get hard too."

"Too late I'm afraid." He let go of his dick and it simply stood there,
standing out almost vertically from his crotch the way mine does sometimes
when it's so hard that it hurts. His hands went to his nipples and he began
to stroke them very gently. "That turns you on too?"

I squeezed my right nipple. "Has, ever since I can remember."

"Me, too. You like it gentle or rough?"

I squeezed harder and twisted the nipple. "Depends. Starts gentle but after
a while I want it kind of rough. When I'm with someone I like to feel a
little teeth on them. How about you?" My dick had lifted itself well above
my balls and I flexed it, making it arc over and slap against my belly
before it stood up like dad's was.

"Gentle. Like them licked. Nothing rough until the very end. Then a good
solid twist sends me over twice as hard." He took his dick back in his
hand, holding it at the head so he could slide his foreskin slowly over
it. I did the same.

"You generally hold it like that?" he asked, "head in your fist?"

"Yea, I always start this way. If I want to get to the main event fast I
just keep doing it this way but if I have some time I alternate with this."
I slid my hand down so the head of my cock was above it and I was just
working the skin on the shaft. I loosened my grip and held my dick with
three fingers under, thumb over. "I can go a lot longer this way. You?"

"Can't do it with just my finger tips. Not enough sensation for me that
way. I have to use my whole hand but keep away from the head and do it
slowly." He slipped his fist down until it was below his cock-head but
still pushing his skin over it and then pulling it back. With his other
hand he began to fondle his balls and when he did he kind of sucked in his
breath.

"Are your balls sensitive, Dad?"

He smiled at me. "Yea, very sensitive. Sometimes more sensitive than my
dick, I think."

I took my balls in my hand and rolled them around. "Feels good," I said,
"but not... you know, not as good as my dick."

"If you do this for a while, with different guys, you'll find out that
there's a big variance in what turns a guy on. Like nipples. A real turn on
for some guys and nothing for others. Or balls. I knew one guy once who
couldn't come unless he was squeezing his balls really hard. For me that
just hurts." He looked over at me. "For some guys just watching another guy
is a real turn on." He grinned at me. "I guess I'm one of those."

My dick was beginning to send pleasurable bolts of feeling all through
me. "Maybe me too. Anyway, I'm going to try and find out." He'd let go of
his dick and was playing with a nipple with one hand and fondling his balls
with the other. It gave me a chance to focus on his dick and really look at
it. "You know dad, your hard dick is longer than mine but, from this angle
at least, I think mine may be just a bit thicker."

"Let's see," he said. I took my hand off my dick and waited while he
studied it. "You could be right, at least from this angle. So let's try a
different one."  He grabbed his pillow and turned around on the bed, so we
were looking up between each other's legs.

"Looks like it," he said after a moment of study. "Damn. I guess I don't
have the daddy dick after all"

Our change of position had given me a new, and better, view of his
balls. "Not to worry, dad. You have much bigger balls than me and they're
sensitive, too." I began stroking my dick again, pulling the skin over the
head until it was tight all along the shaft and then letting it go, loving
the feel of the skin slowly slipping back by itself. "I guess if the truth
be known, I've always wanted bigger balls."

He was doing the same thing I was, matching me stroke for stroke. "Why? The
ones you have are pretty nice and they seem to do the job."

"But they don't sway and slap against my legs. I've always kind of envied
guys with really big balls. Besides, it takes big balls to fill out a pair
of jeans properly."

Dad picked up his pillow and turned around on the bed, so we were laying
the same way again. "That feel good to you? Pulling the skin up and then
letting it slide back on it's own?"

"Yea it does. It feels wonderful but not so intense that it's going to make
me come. It takes some pressure on the head to do that. And the feel of my
hand hitting that ridge just behind the head." I demonstrated, taking the
head of my dick in my fist and stroking down the shaft, uncovering the head
and then up, griping the head in my tight fist. It didn't take long before
I was breathing heavily and had to let go of it altogether, resting my hand
on my belly.

Dad was still pulling his skin up tight and letting it slip back, watching
me. "You do that a lot? Pulling yourself up to the brink and then letting
go, letting yourself back off a little?"

"Yea, whenever I have time and I'm not so horny or tired that I just have
to get to the end fast. Don't you?"

He was still slowly working his dick. "Can't. Never could. To make it last
I just do it slow. Once I'm up there, anywhere near the edge, I just have
to go over. I used to try sometimes but whenever I got close and then
stopped... well, I guess some part of me thought it was all over. My dick
would go soft and wouldn't come up again for a while. In the meantime that
feeling of needing to finish, to have that orgasm, stayed inside me like a
hard knot in the middle of my belly. Not real pleasant."

I took my dick back in hand and started the buildup again watching
dad. "Your way might be better," I said as the pleasure got more
intense. "I can't regulate it like you do and sometimes it feels so good
that I miss the stopping point. Then there's nothing I can do but go over
the edge." I was approaching that point fast and dropped my dick again.

"Yea, but some guys say the orgasm is much stronger if they build up to it
and back off a few times first."

I noticed dad was stroking his dick faster now. "Not always. Sometimes, if
you back off too often, it's like not having sex for a long time. When you
finally do let it come it's more relief than real pleasure." I picked up my
dick again, still watching dad. "How long can you do that?"

He grinned at me. "Depends. By myself, if I really want to stretch it,
maybe an hour. When I'm really turned on, like now, twenty, thirty
minutes. You?"

"Don't know. Not much longer. It's feeling so good that I don't want to
stop." I dropped my dick again but the pleasure washing over me told me
that wasn't going to work. "I think now."

"Good because... Me too."

For a while it was one of those slow motion things. I let go of my dick and
let it stand by itself, straight up from my belly while it fired it's first
couple of shots. At the same time dad was growling deep in his throat and
then there was cum everywhere. Mine shot into the air and rained down on
both of us while dad's just exploded everywhere, all over both of us. I
started to jack my dick again, making the pleasure last, while dad kept on
stroking his just as he had been. I don't know but it seemed to take a long
time and may well have been the best orgasm of my life. If not it was
certainly in the top five.

We lay there, next to each other until our breathing evened out and we
could speak. "You okay, son?"

"Yea. Just... Well, just a little stunned by it. That was one hell of a
pop."

"Happens that way sometimes. Each guy kind of reinforces the other." He
looked at my dick. "Do you always come that way? Just let your dick stand
up all by itself and shoot at the ceiling?"

"Sometimes. If I'm really turned on and there's nothing I can do about it
anyway." I looked at the cum spread all over both of us. "Do you always
come that much? I mean, I thought I came a lot but I'm dry compared to
you."

"Yea, it's a lot. Sometimes there's even more. I've always been that way."

"Must be because of those big balls swinging between your legs, huh?"

He laughed. "Could be, could be. Speaking of which, do we have a towel or
something to clean this up with?"

I pulled a couple of cum towels out of my bedside stand and handed him
one. "There's more if that one gets too soaked."

We cleaned up, got dressed, grabbed a couple of beers in the kitchen and
went out on the patio. "Well son," he said taking a swallow of his beer,
"what do you think?"

"It's a lot to take in all at once, dad. I don't know, it's not at all like
it was in high school. Then it was kind of like you were alone even though
there were other guys doing it at the same time. This was all about doing
it with somebody, kind of like feeling their pleasure along with your
own. And talking about it. And watching. I knew just where you were in it,
what you were feeling and that made me feel it too, only more."

He grinned. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It was one of the best sessions
I've ever had." He looked over at me. "But if you do it again I can assure
you that it'll be different. Whether with me or with another guy, it'll be
different. Not less exciting, it'll just be different." He was silent for a
while and then said, "I think this time was kind of special, at least for
me."

"Me, too, dad. Very special. I have only one real question."

"What's that, son?"

"Can we do it again sometime?"

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Comments, criticisms and suggestions always welcomed and always answered.

Greg Bowden

Jg.ps@gte.net