Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 08:02:36 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Let's Take Off Those Pajamas - Part 5

It had been a long, strange, amazing day.

I woke up naked in Dad's truck. We were in our driveway. I had hiked, been
swimming, been in the sun, napped a few times that day, came a few times
that day, seen some stuff.

This was our weekend together alone, and we'd never been so close in such a
weird way. I was loving it, loving being so close and getting to know each
other, and of course it was so hot.

"Wake up, Mikey. We're back home."

I pulled my clothes on and went inside. It was late. I got in the shower
and let the warm water trickle over me. I put some shampoo in my hair and
felt the slippery gel come to a foam. My fingers felt good pushing into my
scalp. I let that sit and smelled it.

I grabbed the soap and lathered it on my body. I found myself feeling
comfortable with my body. I didn't feel naked. I didn't feel exposed or
vulnerable. I just felt my body, bare and wet and smooth and bony and
long. I slid my hand under my armpit. I let my soapy fingers glide over my
nipples and down to my navel.

I felt the pert muscle of my butt stand at attention, and I flexed my butt
cheeks, making dimples on the sides and lifting it all up.

I slid my hand between my legs and felt the ridge under my balls, which
hung closely to my frame. I felt the bone on my hip, jutting out. I leaned
back and let the cool water rinse my face and my hair and down my neck, off
my chest and falling off my butt and dick, the white soap racing and
running down my leg hair.

Dad was in the room, brushing his teeth. I watched his warped image,
blurred by the shower curtain. He leaned over the sink. I stood there
staring, feeling the water trail down my back and down.

I wanted Dad to come in. I wanted him to bathe me. I wanted him to hold me,
naked, in his arms.

"I'll get in when you're done!"

... "okay!"

I rinsed and yanked open the curtain. I was naked and wet. Dad was naked
and dry. We looked at each other. The nakedness was normal. We were both
more than fine with it. I stared at Dad. I noticed a crusty white glob on
his thigh. He had jizzed, no hands, while we were driving.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I was remembering when I
was younger and Dad gave me 'the talk.' It was in the bathroom. Dad told me
that my body was going through changes. I knew all of this from school, but
I let him give me a little speech.

"You sure you're okay with everything?"

I snapped back to the present and told my dad that I was very okay with
it. I leaned in and gave him a kiss. There was just a towel between us. He
looked at my shoulder and then at my face. I was a little red from being in
the sun, but also from the shower.

Then he got in the shower and pulled the curtain. I watched his blurred
body rubbing and soaping and leaning into the water.

I went to my room, dried off, put on a fresh pair of underwear, looked at
myself in the mirror, touched my body, slid on a light pair of pajama
bottoms, and got into bed.  I was lying on my bed, no sheet over me, and
saw Dad come out of the bathroom, look down the hall at me, then go into
his room.

Thinking about what had happened, I sat in my bed. After a minute or two,
Dad walked down the hallway wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. His
chest hair was fluffy.

"Hey pal, you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Looks like you got a little color today. Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Maybe just a little burned. I'm okay."

"Okay, well... goodnight."

"Goodnight Dad."

Then he clicked off the light and walked down the hall into his room. Then
his light clicked off. The moon was bright outside, and light came through
the dark windows.

I tried to close my eyes and get sleepy, but I just sat there. I rolled
over onto my stomach. I put my arm around a pillow. I looked at the door,
now wide open, not like it usually is. I decided I'd just leave it like
that. I was watching the clock. Time went by in silence. My skin felt warm.

I got up after a few minutes and opened a window to try to let in a
breeze. I was lying in bed but wide awake. I thought about watching a movie
or something. I stood up, and found myself walking down the hall.

I looked in at Dad. He was lying on his back. He had one arm up and one
knee bent. His pajama bottoms fit him nicely. They were striped and a soft
cotton. Mine were too. He had a pair that were silk or satin and
red. Anyway, I stood at the foot of his bed and watched him sleep.

I found myself walking over to his side and holding out a hand and touching
his knee, feeling the soft fabric and the bone beneath. I let my hand
linger there, watching his chest rise and fall, his mouth open a little. I
moved my hand to his calf muscle. It was strong.

"What's wrong?" Dad woke up.

I just looked at him.

"Can't sleep?"

I nodded.

"Do your shoulders hurt? Did you get a sunburn?"

I just looked at him. Then I nodded.

He sat up and told me to get in bed and lie down. He opened his nightstand
drawer and pulled out a bottle of green goo. He told me it'd make me feel
better. He said it had aloe. I got in bed, on my stomach, with Dad kneeling
next to me.

He got some of the gel and spread it on my shoulder. It felt cold, very
cold, but that felt good on my skin. He moved to straddle me, instead of
being next to me.

His wide, strong hands smeared my back with cool lotion. He kneaded it
in. His hands went lower, down to the small of my back. Each thumb slid
along the line down the center as his fingers cradled around my sides. He
rested himself on my legs. His ass was sitting on me.

I felt a finger slide into my waistband and pull the pajamas loose. Dad
looked down at my butt.

"Did you get burned buns?"

I didn't turn back to look up at him.

"Yeah, I think I did."

"Well, that's to be expected if they've never seen the sun before. Do you
want me to get them too?"

"Yeah, that'd be good."

Dad slid my pajama bottoms down my legs, showing my bare ass on his bed.

"Would you feel more comfortable if I took mine off too?"

"Yeah"

Dad stood up next to the bed. He dropped trou, and I watched. His dick was
still soft, but he tugged on it. He climbed up behind me, and I felt his
hairy legs on either side of me. I looked at the mirror over his dresser
and saw his ass and back.

I heard the lotion squirt into his hand and felt his touch and the cool,
wet, sensation. He slowly leaned back to sit on the back of my thighs. I
felt something dangle against my skin.

Dad's hands squeezed and caressed my butt cheeks, rolling the flesh and
smearing the gel onto the skin. It felt like when he had spanked me, only
wet and smooth, like when he had put sunscreen on me.

Dad's hand kneaded my ass. I felt one finger lightly explore and trail down
the crack to my hole. It stopped there, and it stroked slowly, once, twice,
again, again. It tickled, and I could feel the firm muscle between my legs
expand and pump blood up to my dick, resting against Dad's sheets.

"That feels good." I said it before I knew what I was saying.

Dad pushed his finger forward and held his thumb against my skin. He
squeezed.

"Do you like that?"  "Yes" Again, I answered without thinking.

Dad stopped.

He told me to get up. I did. We were kneeling and facing each other. Both
our dicks stood straight up. I wanted to rub mine against his.

"I want to show you how to put on a condom," Dad said. I looked at him. I
said okay. It was dark, with just moonlight peering in at us.

Dad leaned over and pulled two condoms from his nightstand. He handed me
one. He unwrapped his, and I did the same. He threw the wrapper on the
floor, and I did the same.

"Hold the tip like this, and roll it down," Dad instructed. I copied him,
and felt it tight around my cock. Dad placed his hand on my hip. His
fingers wrapped around to my ass.

Then he leaned back. His knees were up, and his ass was exposed to me. I
was so hot for him. He pulled me into him, and my dick got closer. I let it
graze against his ass. He let me.

I was still kind of kneeling, but with my legs to the side. I pushed my
dick up against him and let it slide in.

It felt like he was squeezing me tight. It pushed in slowly. Dad pushed
back against me and grunted. I reached out and held his dick in my fist
like a joystick. I pushed all the way in and felt my balls on his butt.

We stared into each other's eyes. I leaned my body in close to his. We
kissed. I pulsed my ass back and forth, flexing my butt cheeks. I looked at
my ass in the mirror. I pumped forward and back, forward and back, forward
and back.

Dad reached back for my ass and slapped it. The shock sent me jerking up
and into him. He rode my dick like a horse. I bucked forward. Dad held my
back, reaching under my armpits. His fingers squeezed my ribs as his ass
squeezed my dick.

The sliding in and out felt like jerking off but different. I felt my body
tense and knew I was shooting. I gasped.

Dad guided my dick out and pulled the condom off, throwing it into a
wastebasket.

I fell back, spent but energized.

Dad's dick stood up at salute. He looked down at me.

"Fuck me." I said it. I felt it. I heard myself saying it.

"Are you sure you want me to," Dad whispered.

"Yes."

Dad rolled me over on my stomach as before. He rubbed my ass again. He
spanked me, and I moaned. I yelled 'Yes' again.

I had my eyes closed, and I let the experience be pure touch. I felt Dad's
stubbly beard on my butt cheek. He kissed my ass as I had once kissed
his. His finger stroked me again, and I felt it push in.

I pushed back against it. He pulsed it in and out a few times. Then I felt
his thumb do the same. His fingers grazed under my balls.

Dad's body came closer to me. I felt the heat from his chest get near my
butt and my back. He rested his thick dick in my ass crack. He slid it
between my legs, and I squeezed it. He slid it in and out.

Then he pushed into me, slowly. I felt myself open and pull him in. He
pushed in and then let it rest there. I relaxed. I felt him pull back, and
the sliding felt amazing. I felt him poke something inside me that jolted
me awake. I pushed into the bed, arching my back, starting to hump the bed
while he fucked me.

He pushed in and out and started moaning and grunting.

"Oh God! Mikey! Oh my God son, I love you. Ohh, ohhhhh."

"Fuck me, Dad. This feels so good. I want you so bad. Oh God!"

We moaned and groaned and grappled, as he straddled me and pumped in and
out, hard, hard, hard. The bed bounced. We bucked and shoved. I was hard
again and stabbing the mattress. I felt my dick wetting the sheets. He slid
in and out.

I felt him come. I felt his dick inside my pulse, as his body tensed and
his foot jerked. He squeezed me. He reached a hand down, and when his hand
touched my dick it exploded again.

We stayed there for minutes, tangled. We cleaned up. We got back in bed. He
held me from behind, his pubes on my butt. We eventually fell asleep. In
the morning, we got pancakes.



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