Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 18:49:56 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad" (M/t) (incest)

Me and Dad, part 1

by Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica
where you live, then you should not read this story. The other
usual disclaimers too.
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For as long as I can remember, I loved seeing my dad naked. I am
talking about long before I knew anything about sex. I just loved
to see him naked and to touch him whenever I got the chance. The
touching part wasn't only about touching his bare skin. I loved
for him to hug me. I would cuddle with him whenever I got the
chance, which was pretty often since my dad is a cuddly, touchy-
feely kind of guy. He touches everybody when he talks to them. If
he shook hands with you, he would squeeze your arm with his left
hand while he was shaking with his right.

Lots of times when he meets somebody for the first time, they go
into a kind of trance. It happens all the time. Especially in
stores. Sometimes he has to remind the clerk that he is trying to
buy something because they will go all slack jawed and just
stare. I mean men and women both. You can probably figure out
from what I am telling you that he is very handsome. He has black
hair, these shiny dark blue eyes and a great smile. I take after
my mom, so I got her brown eyes and hair. Nobody has ever gone
into a trance looking at me. But I did get his smile.

People really warm up to my dad right from the time they meet
him. They always have. I think part of it is that they just want
to look at him. But also it is because you can tell pretty quick
he could care less what he looks like. My mom says he has no ego
and that is part of his problem. She is probably the only one who
has ever met him who thinks that. His lack of ego about his looks
makes everyone else like him that much more. He is just a quiet
kind of guy who can take your breath away when he smiles at you.

When I was little, I used to shower with him. That lasted until I
was 5 or 6 and then it stopped. I hated it when we quit doing it.
I used to look forward to it. It meant that I could look at him
naked and touch him all over. It was so great watching the water
run down his hairy chest and arms and legs. I remember one time I
said the water running off of his dick made it look like he was
peeing. I was trying to make one of those kids's jokes. You know,
the kind that tear kids up but adults don't even know it is
supposed to be funny. He caught on right away. He kept up the
joke and we horsed around for a while.

Another time in the shower I asked him why his dick looked so
different from mine. He is uncut and I am cut. He showed me that
his was the same as mine if you peeled the skin back. He had 7
thick inches to my pencil-sized 2 incher. Then we stood there in
the shower with the water running over us talking about dicks. I
wanted to know all about them. I think I was in the ''But why,
Daddy?'' phase about then. I know he told me far more than I
could actually understand, but he answered every one of my
questions. The last two ''whys'' I asked him were why my foreskin
had been cut off (my mom wanted it that way) and why she wanted
it that way (her father had told her to have it done because
foreskins are dirty). Once he mentioned my mom's father, I didn't
ask any other questions. You didn't question what grandfather (he
has to be called that) said. But from then on I watched my dad
wash under his foreskin every time we showered. My dad always
smelled great. I knew he wasn't dirty no matter what grandfather
said. Sometimes when I was washing him I would do under his
foreskin too. I liked to touch his dick and I did it a lot. It
always got about half hard no matter which one of us washed it.
It always felt hot and heavy in my hand.

It wasn't long after we had that talk that he stopped showering
with me. My mom told me that I was old enough to bathe myself,
and that ended it. Before that she had always encouraged me and
my father to shower together. We even had a little game we played
where she would say, ''The men need to head for the locker
room,'' when it was time for me to go to bed. I knew when she
changed her mind that it was grandfather's idea. He would make
these pronouncements about what a boy my age should or should not
do. Then a few days later she and I would have this little talk
and my life would change. Sometimes I would hear her and dad
arguing over some of grandfather's ideas, but in the end we
always did what he said.

Except for one time. I had crawled up on the sofa and cuddled up
against my dad. He put his arm around me and hugged me against
him. We did this all the time. But this time grandfather was
there. He announced that I was too old to cuddle up to my father.
I started to get up because I knew what that meant, but my dad
hugged me back against him. He told grandfather that he was
mistaken. Grandfather went into the sputtering routine that
followed anyone disagreeing with him. My mom got into it then,
and for once I heard my dad tell her to shut up and stay out of
it. Shortly afterwards grandfather and grandmother left with my
tearful mom apologizing to him all the way to their car. But I
stayed cuddled up against my dad. He and mom had a screaming
fight after I went to bed. I expected mom to come to me for one
of those little talks in the next few days, but she never did.
And I continued to cuddle up to my dad, but never when
grandfather was there.

When I began to shower alone, I would close my eyes and imagine
that my dad was still there with me. I even pretended that I was
sliding my non-existent foreskin back to wash under it. That
meant I spent a lot of time playing with my dick whenever I
showered. I guess I kept it up because it felt good to touch
myself in that way. It became a habit that I continued well after
I stopped imagining that my dad was in the shower with me and I
was washing him. When I was 9, almost 10, I got the surprise of
my young life while washing under my imaginary foreskin I came!
It was a dry orgasm since I was too young to produce any sperm,
but the feeling was awesome. I lost my balance in the shower and
fell down. I made so much noise that my mom started beating on
the bathroom door and asking if I was alright. The door was
unlocked but she would never have come in on me. My dad did come
in a minute later because I didn't answer her. I couldn't! I was
too overwhelmed by the sensations I was feeling. I was pretty
sure he knew what had happened when I thought about it later.
After all, I was lying on the floor of the shower with a hardon
and my crotch was covered with lather. He told my mom I had
slipped on the soap. He just asked me if I was ok while he helped
me stand up. When I said that I was, he winked at me and said to
be more careful. I always was after that too. I experimented with
lots of grips and different ways of washing under my foreskin (my
name for masturbation until I learned the other names later on)
but I never again fell down doing it in the shower.

A few weeks later dad took me into their room to give me talk
about the birds and the bees. He came prepared with a book of
color drawings. We sat on the side of their bed and he told me
the whole story. He illustrated what he was saying with the
drawings in the book. Both male and female reproductive systems
were covered in a series of pictures that ended in cutaway views.
I sure knew how it all worked by the time he was finished. Then
he explained about birth control so that if I did everything he
showed me about making a baby, I wouldn't actually make one. He
even had a condom there for us to look at. He explained how to
put it on. When it was unrolled it kept reminding me of his dick
and I got a hardon.

My mom had a fit when she found out about the talk. She didn't
even wait until I was supposed to be asleep before she started in
on my dad. She told him that she thought I was too young to be
taught such things. I couldn't hear my dad's replies but I could
guess what he was saying from what she said. She was convinced
that I would now go around the neighborhood having sex with all
the girls my age. They talked for quite a while and I learned
some stuff I didn't know about how this particular baby had been
made. Then she made a serious mistake. She told my dad that
grandfather thought he should not have talked to me about sex.
Suddenly my dad got just as loud as she was. I would have had to
be dead to sleep through the rest of it. My dad said he was tired
of her father's continual meddling in their marriage and the
raising of their son. She defended her father, of course.
Eventually the argument just stopped and after a while I went to
sleep.

My parents were never really the same with each other after that.
We didn't see as much of my mom's parents either. And she became
more secretive during her special little talks with me. Whenever
she would start by saying, ''We don't need to tell your father
about this, but . . .'', I knew grandfather was behind it. I also
knew that my dad wouldn't back her up on grandfather's ideas any
more even though he never said that to me. Sometimes I agreed
with her that it really was time for me to start or stop doing
something, but if I didn't think so, I did as I pleased.

When I was 13 they got divorced. They sat me down and said all
the right things to me. They told me they both still loved me as
much as ever but that they had fallen out of love with each
other. They told me it wasn't my fault that they were getting a
divorce. I knew that was true because I was dead sure it was
grandfather's fault. I heard my mom talk to him on the phone when
dad wasn't home, and I could figure out what he had to be saying
from what she said. Also I found out some more after my dad moved
out. Grandfather and grandmother were there about an hour after
he left, and for the longest time it seemed like they were always
there.

My dad told me that even though he was moving out, he would still
always be there for me. He told me there would always be a place
for me wherever he lived. I never doubted it. I took it for
granted that I would move out with him. It was a shock to me to
find out that I wouldn't. But not as big a shock as it was to my
mom to find out that I wanted to. We had a couple of bad days
over that, and my dad had to stay in the house even though he had
gotten a place of his own and moved his clothes out. In the end I
lost that one. I never had a chance.

But all the trouble over where I would live after the divorce
gave grandfather the chance to make the biggest mistake with me
that he ever made. Almost as soon as he was in the door, he tried
to lay a guilt trip on me for wanting to live with my dad. He
said to me, ''I simply do not understand how you could ever
consider abandoning your mother after all she has been through
with your father for your sake.''

Then he tried tell me how badly my dad had treated my mom. I knew
that wasn't true. I mean, I lived there. I told him he was a
liar. I thought he would have a stroke. My mom was on me in a
minute trying to get me to apologize. I told her it would happen
when hell froze over.

Grandfather jerked me around to face him and said, ''Don't you
ever speak to your mother like that!'' Then he slapped me across
the mouth.

The slap surprised my mom so much that she shut up. Grandfather
had his hand raised to slap me again, but I think even he knew he
had already gone too far. I could feel the sting in my cheek and
I was trying not to cry, but the tears ran down my face anyhow. I
looked up at him and said, ''If you ever hit me again, I know my
dad will kill you.'' My dad was 5'10 and grandfather was maybe
6'5 and big, but I never doubted my dad would do it.
Grandfather's face turned white, and his hand was still raised,
but the second slap never landed. Then I went to my room. My mom
was knocking and pleading with me to let her in almost as soon as
the door slammed behind me. I didn't answer her, so she did
something she had never done before. She came in without me
telling her she could. My parents had taught me to respect their
privacy by respecting mine. I knew that she was seriously upset.
She pleaded with me to apologize to grandfather for making him
slap me. I was only13, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what was wrong
with what she had said. I just stared at her until she left.

Of course, grandfather blamed my behavior on my dad. He spent the
afternoon telling my mom all the ways in which my dad had ruined
her life. I heard it all from my room. I found out that my dad
had gotten my mom pregnant when they were both 17. I really
already knew that from the night of the birds and the bees talk,
but now I learned a lot of the details. Grandfather had wanted
mom to get an abortion, but dad was against it. It was probably
the last time she listened to him instead of to grandfather. So
they got married and I came along a short time later. It also
turned out that even though grandfather thought he had forced my
dad to marry my mom, he also blamed my dad for ruining her life
by marrying her. There were some other things like that too. It
was the first time I ever really understood what it meant to be
damned if you do and damned if you don't.

So the divorce happened. Grandfather hired my mom's lawyer for
her and the two of them told her what to think. And for all the
good my dad's lawyer did him, grandfather might as well have
hired him too. Mom got to keep the house and my dad got to keep
paying for it. She got the furniture. She got the new car while
my dad got the wreck, but she did have to make her own payments
on that. She got alimony. And of course she got me, along with
child support. Her lawyer wanted visitation for my dad limited to
one Sunday afternoon a month (grandfather's idea, you can bet on
it). When I heard about it (one day grandfather was gloating to
my mom about how hard they were making it for my dad), I told my
mom she could make me live with her until I was 18, but I would
never speak to her again as long as she lived if she kept me from
seeing my dad. I was already giving grandfather the silent
treatment so she knew I would do it. Dad fought them over that
too. My dad got me Friday dinnertime to Sunday night every other
week, one night every week from dinnertime until bedtime, and
half of all school vacations.

The first weekend after it was over, I went to stay with my dad
in his apartment. He had a box spring and mattress on the floor,
some dishes and pots and pans, the kitchen tv from the house, and
towels for the bathroom. All of his clothes were in cardboard
boxes. He apologized for it. He said that my mom's lawyer had
frozen their bank account until the divorce was settled. I didn't
care. I told him he was the important part and the rest didn't
matter. We had a great time. We made spaghetti and sat on the
floor to eat with our plates in our laps. We got the sauce all
over us. We showered, but not together. I got to be see him naked
again, the first time that had happened when we were alone since
we stopped showering together. He looked just as good as I
remembered. Then I cuddled up against him and we watched tv until
it was time to go to sleep. And we talked the whole time. And in
the morning we both tented our boxers with our piss hardons. My
dad even made a joke about it. It was all so great!

I missed him when I had to go home, but even more the next
weekend when I didn't get to go to his place. He kept calling me
on the phone every day just as he had from the day he moved out,
but the first weekend that I wasn't with him, I must have called
him a dozen times besides. My mom's parents were there that
Sunday and grandfather must have noticed. He didn't say anything
to me about it (I hadn't spoken to him since he slapped me, so he
had pretty much quit saying anything to me), but on Monday night
my mom wanted to have one of those special little talks. She told
me how much I had hurt her by calling my dad so often over the
weekend.

I replied, ''So grandfather doesn't like me talking to dad. No
big surprise there.''

She said, ''It has nothing to do with your grandfather. It makes
me feel like you would rather be with your dad than with me.'' I
just looked at her. I thought I had made that clear by wanting to
live with him. Finally she said, ''I want you to think about
it.'' Then she left.

I told my dad the next time I saw him. He thought grandfather was
probably behind it too, but he also thought my mom's feelings
were getting hurt. So he got me to call my mom a few times the
next weekend when I was with him. I don't know what grandfather
thought about it, but I know my mom was a lot happier because of
the calls. My dad kept right on looking out for her even though
she (or grandfather, really) had savaged him.

We settled into a pattern that fall. Dad would pick me up to go
out for dinner, usually on Wednesdays, and we would talk until he
dropped me off just before my bedtime. His first question was
always, ''Have you finished your homework?'' I always did it in
the afternoon on those days because I knew he would take me home
right after dinner if I hadn't. Then I looked forward to Friday.
We would start talking before I even got the car door closed and
we would talk until it closed again on Sunday night. We talked a
lot when we all lived together, but nothing like as much as we
talked after he moved out. I told him about everything that was
going on in my life and he told me everything that was going on
in his.

The first weekend I stayed with him, he told me he was sorry we
would have to share a bed. He said he would get a sofa that I
could sleep on as soon as he could afford it. I told him that
sharing with him was ok with me. It was really more than ok, but
I didn't tell him that. After a few weekends there, I started to
get the idea that it was ok with him too. Every week or two he
got another piece of furniture. The last piece of all was that
sofa, and the week he had it, I thought he would make me sleep
there, but at bedtime that Friday he never mentioned it. I didn't
either.

I liked sleeping in the same bed with my dad. Of course the first
few weeks we were on that bed a lot because he didn't have any
other furniture. We sat on the bed with our backs against the
wall to watch tv. When we were ready to go to sleep, we just slid
down in the bed and pulled up the sheet. I cuddled up against him
a lot while we were watching tv, so it seemed natural to do the
same thing while we were going to sleep. But I was careful not to
press my crotch against his leg when I cuddled because I had a
hardon most of the time.

On the Friday night of the third weekend I stayed with him, I had
to pee in the middle of the night. As I was getting back in bed,
I noticed that my dad's dick was sticking out the fly of his
boxers. He had a hardon pointing up his belly. I could see it
pretty well in the light from the nightlight. My own dick shot up
in a second. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't get the
sight of his hardon out of my head. Finally I turned over to face
him and just touched it with my finger. Then I pulled my hand
back. But I remembered touching it when we showered together, and
I wanted to feel it again. So I laid my hand on it and then
slowly wrapped my fingers around it until I was holding it. It
was hot and it felt soft on the outside but very hard under the
skin. I loved the feeling of holding it. The foreskin covered the
head except for the very tip. I thought I could see the slit
opening inside the foreskin, but it might have been my
imagination. My heart was pounding, partly from fear that he
would wake up but more from the excitement I felt.

I don't know how long I held it. I suppose I would have let go of
it eventually on my own, but my dad turned on his side and that
pulled it out of my hand. I had to go into the bathroom then and
jerk off. There was no way I could go back to sleep. I came as
hard as I had ever cum. But even after that, I still had a hardon
and it took a long time to go back to sleep. We both had our piss
hardons in the morning, but my dad's was back inside and only
tenting his boxers.

Touching his dick was all I thought about that Saturday. And
mostly I thought about how I could get to touch it again. I knew
that it had just been chance that I had waked up at the right
time or even at all because usually I slept straight through the
night. I didn't know if his dick poked out of his boxers
regularly or not. Mine hardly ever did. But by the time he turned
out the light, I had worked myself up to such a point that I was
ready to stay up all night waiting for another chance to touch
it. I must have fallen asleep a little later though, because the
next thing I knew, it was morning.

I spent the next two weeks before I stayed with my dad again
jerking off while I thought about the feel of my his hard dick in
my hand. When I wasn't holding my own dick, I was planning for
how I could get to touch his again. I knew that getting the sheet
off of him was no problem because my dad likes to sleep in a warm
bedroom. We always kicked off the sheet just after we went to
sleep. The problem was getting his dick out of his boxers. I just
took it for granted that it would be hard. I decided that if I
drank a lot of water before we went to sleep, I would force
myself to wake up during the night to pee. I tried it the next
weekend and it worked just fine. But both times my dad was facing
away from me when I woke up. I went around to his side of the bed
to see if his dick was sticking out, but it wasn't either time.
My dad noticed that I was suddenly tanking up on water. He asked
why I was doing it, and I made up some story about hearing at
school that it was good for you. He said, ''Just don't start
wetting the bed.''

I was also having another problem. Once I started thinking about
his dick, I couldn't see him naked without getting a hardon. We
had gotten into the habit of showering right after we cleaned up
the dinner dishes. No matter which one of us went first, we were
naked together in the bathroom between showers. Now I desperately
wanted to see him naked, but I also didn't want to stand there
with my dick sticking up hard as a rock. It took me a few
weekends to get past that because I could never figure out a way
of seeing his half-hard after-shower dick that didn't mean he
could also see my fully hard one.

Eventually my wanting to touch his dick overcame my fear that he
would catch me touching it. One Friday night I came back to bed
after emptying my bladder to find him laying on his side facing
my side of the bed. His dick was not sticking out his fly, but
the fly was gaping open. I thought for a few minutes about where
his dick was likely to be laying. Then I positioned myself
carefully and slid my hand very slowly into the fly. It was right
where I had figured it would be, hanging across his right hip and
pointing down toward the bed. I wrapped my hand around it and
just held it. His dick wasn't hard but mine was so hard it hurt.
I was in heaven.

I held it for a few minutes and then my dad turned over to face
the other way. My hand was almost trapped inside his boxers as he
rolled onto his back and then onto his other side. I got my hand
out just in the nick of time. My heart was beating like crazy
because I had almost been caught. My first thought was that I
would never try to touch his dick again. Then I started to calm
down. My next thought was when I did try again, I should pull
his dick out the fly so my hand couldn't be trapped. There was no
way I was going to stop touching him.

On Saturday night that weekend I came back from the bathroom to
find him laying on his back. I had his dick out his fly and
laying on his belly in no time. I waited a few minutes to let him
settle in case he had started to wake from my touching him. Then
I wrapped my hand around his dick. After I had held it for a few
minutes, it started to get hard in my hand. I loved feeling it
grow. I continued to hold it after it got completely hard. I
could feel his heart beat in his dick. I even got my nerve up
enough to start to slide the skin back off of the head a little
ways. Then I touched the exposed head with my finger. He grunted
and turned on his side away from me and then onto his belly. I
went into the bathroom and jerked off before I went back to
sleep. I did it left handed, which I almost never do, because I
wanted to hold my right hand against my nose so I could smell my
dad's dick on it.

I could hardly wait for the next weekend with him. Different ways
in which I could get to feel his dick became my regular jerk off
fantasy between visits. When the Friday night finally came, I was
able to get his dick out the fly with no trouble. He was laying
facing me. I held it for a while and again it got hard in my
hand. I slid the skin back off of the head and touched the head
very gently. Then I traced my finger around the top edge of his
foreskin. I was squeezing my own hard dick with my other hand
while I did it. I was riveted on the feel of his dick that I
suddenly realized that I was about to cum. I barely kept from
shooting all over the bed and my dad's leg. I let go of his dick
so I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When I got back
he was on his side facing away from me.

Saturday night was even better. When I woke up, he was laying on
his back and his dick was sticking out the fly. It wasn't hard
but it got hard after I held it for a few minutes. I slid back
the skin and ran my finger around the head for a minute, but my
bladder, already full when I woke up, felt like it would burst. I
had to let go of his dick and run to the bathroom. When I came
back he was on his side facing away from me. His dick was still
hard and still sticking out the fly, but there was no way I could
touch it from my side of the bed. Later when I thought about how
much I moved around while trying to touch his dick, I was
surprised that I hadn't waked him up.

While I was waiting for the two weeks to pass until I could go
stay with him again (that was the way I thought about my life
then), the guys I hung with at school started talking about
jerking off. By this time I was in the habit of just telling my
dad whatever the guys talked about. So that Wednesday when we
were having dinner and I was telling him about school, I just
naturally moved onto that subject. I said, ''Can I ask you
something that I heard at school?''

He said, ''Sure,'' like he always does.

I asked him, ''Is it true that everybody jerks off?''

My dad leaned across the table and said in a quieter voice,
''Let's leave that for Friday night. We can talk about it then in
private.''

As soon as he said it, I figured this might not be the right time
to ask. We were sitting at the Burger King surrounded by other
parents and their kids. I just said, ''OK,'' and we started
talking about something else. But I think he was surprised that I
asked him that.

Friday night while we were fixing dinner, he asked me where I
heard that everybody jerks off. Before I could answer, he told me
that I should know the word masturbate even if I said jerk off.
Then he repeated his question. It seemed like it was just out of
the blue, but he was following through on his promise from
Wednesday night. I was planning on asking about it sometime
during the weekend because I had been thinking about it ever
since I asked him. It just wasn't the first thing on my mind
right then because the guys had moved on to another topic.

I told him, ''The guys at school. Is it true?''

He said, ''I think that's true.''

I waited a minute while I got my nerve up. Then I asked, ''Do you
do it?''

He made a sound that was kind of like a grunt. ''That's a pretty
personal question.'' After a minute he said, ''Yes, I do. Do
you?''

It didn't occur to me that he would ask me that, but of course it
should have. I told him, ''Yes.'' Then I apologized to him, ''I
guess that was a pretty personal question. I'm sorry.''

But he said, ''That's ok. I always told you you could ask me
anything. I meant it. You just kind of surprised me with that
one. Can I ask you personal questions too?''

I told him, ''Fair's fair. I guess so.''

He asked me, ''How did you learn about jerking off?''

I said, ''Figured it out for myself.'' I don't know what I would
have told him if he had asked how, but he didn't.

He said, ''Pretty smart.''

I was going to ask him how he found out about it, but dinner was
ready then and we got off the subject. My hardon lasted most of
the way through the meal.

This was the first weekend I spent with him after the sofa was
delivered. I might have gotten back on the subject after dinner
if I hadn't started wondering whether he was going to make me
sleep on the sofa that night. It wasn't a hide-a-bed type.
Instead it was long with wide square pillows and big square
ottomans that sat in front of it. I could have slept in either
direction and had plenty of room. I never did. Instead I woke up
for my midnight trip to the bathroom to find dad on his back with
his hardon sticking out of his fly. I wanted to grab it
immediately. I was afraid he would move while I was taking care
of my bladder, but I also remembered nearly wetting the bed the
time before. He was still in the same position when I got back,
so I had a chance feel his dick and play with it for a little
while before he turned onto his side away from me.

That Saturday afternoon we started up doing something we had
stopped doing when he moved out. We read together. At home we
used to read together for an hour every Sunday. He would sit at
the end of the sofa and I would lie on it using his leg for a
pillow. We started doing it as soon as I learned to read because
he said reading is important. I really like it. We didn't read
the same books, but we read together, and I could ask him
anything I didn't understand. Lots of times he would rub my belly
off and on while we read. He started rubbing it this time, first
on top of my Tshirt and then under it on my bare belly. The
rubbing came and went, with him taking his hand off of me to turn
the page or sometimes getting so into what he was reading that
his hand would quit moving and just lay still on my belly.

Our hour was almost up and it was getting near time to fix dinner
when he asked me, ''When you jerked off the first time, was that
the first time that you ever came?''

We hadn't said a word to each other for over 45 minutes and then
he asked that question. I missed the first part of it because I
was paying attention to what I was reading. I had to run it back
in my head to think about it so I could answer. When I did, I
didn't really understand what he had asked me.

All of this took enough time that he asked me, ''Is that too
personal?'' He had thought I was too embarrassed to answer.

I said, ''No. I guess I don't understand the question. Can you
cum without jerking off? I mean, isn't that why you jerk off, so
you can cum? Can you make that happen without jerking off?''

We went back and forth on this until we finally realized that by
cumming, we meant different things. For him, cumming was
squirting out the sperm, which felt great. For me, cumming was
the great feeling you got. There was no connection between
shooting the sperm and having the pleasure because I had been
jerking off for over three years before I could produce any
sperm. He was surprised to find out that I had been jerking off
for so long. He told me that he had been much older the first
time he jerked off

I wanted to ask him more about the first time he jerked off, but
instead he asked me, ''Have you ever waked up at night and had a
wet place on your boxerss or on the sheet?''

I said, ''No,'' and asked him why.

''That happens to some boys if they don't jerk off, '' he said.

I told him, ''That never happened to me.''

He said, ''It's called a wet dream when that happens. It's your
body getting rid of too much sperm that it made.''

I asked ''How would you know you didn't just wet the bed?''

He answered, ''Think about what sperm is like and how much there
is when you jerk off.''

Then I understood, ''So the reason I don't have wet dreams is
because I jerk off?''

He said, ''Yep. If you do it often enough. How often do you do
it?''

I told him, ''Every day.'' Actually I should have said at least
once a day, but I didn't. It was a little bit embarrassing

I was going to ask him how often he did it, but he said, ''Me
too,'' before I got a chance. He said there were some things he
wanted to tell me about jerking off. He said it was important for
me to know that it wouldn't harm my body to do it no matter what
anyone told me. He said people sometimes tell you things like you
will go blind or you will grow hair on your palms if you jerk
off. This sounded to me like the kind of thing grandfather would
come up with. I figured that was why my dad was telling me this.
He held his right hand over my face and asked me, ''See any hair
on the palm?''

I said, ''No.''

He said, ''That proves I'm telling the truth.'' We both laughed
over that. He also told me that it was impossible to do it too
many times. It seemed like he was answering the questions that I
was getting ready to ask just before I asked them.

I said I guessed he didn't do it while he was still married to my
mom, but he said he did.

I asked, ''Why?''

He said, ''Because both people in a marriage don't always feel
like having sex at the same time.''

That gave me a really strange idea, ''Does mom jerk off too?''

He told me that women can masturbate, and he knew she did because
sometimes he did it to her when they were having sex and she knew
exactly how she liked it done. I didn't say anything for a few
minutes, so he asked me, ''You having trouble thinking about your
mom and me having sex? Lots of kids do.''

I told him, ''No, not really. I'm having a hard time picturing
mom jerking off. When I think about jerking off, I see my hand
going up and down on my dick. When I think of her jerking off,
there has to be this dick there in her crotch. It looks weird.''

He laughed over that and I did too. Then he said, ''Think of her
masturbating instead of jerking off. Picture it the other way,
with her finger going in and out instead of her hand going up and
down.''

I thought about it for a minute, ''It's easier to picture you
jerking off.'' We both laughed over that too. But the truth was,
I had pictured him jerking off lots of times. I could bring that
picture up in my mind very easily.

He asked me where I usually did it. I told him in the shower or
in bed at night. He told me that he nearly always did it in the
shower because he liked the slick feel of the soap on his dick.

I said, ''Me too. But I never saw you do it in the shower.''

He told me, ''Well, I don't do it if you're in the bathroom. I've
never seen you do it in the shower either.''

I said, ''I guess I'm just like you. I don't let you see me doing
it either.'' We both laughed over that.

Then he said, ''Well, since we both know that we jerk off in the
shower, we don't have to worry about getting caught doing it any
more.''

I said I guessed not. The whole idea made my hard dick throb.

He still had his hand on my bare belly under my Tshirt while we
had this conversation. I got hard immediately when we had started
to talk. I could see the tent in my shorts just by looking down
my belly, so he could certainly see it. I was a little
embarrassed about having a hardon, but I couldn't have done
anything to keep it from happening or to hide it after it did
happen. Because of the way I was laying, I had no idea if he was
hard or not.

He rubbed his hand around on my belly real fast then and said,
''If we don't get to work on dinner pretty soon, we'll be eating
at midnight.'' When he stood up, I could see a tent in his shorts
too. I was happy that he just let it show instead of trying to
hide it. I just let mine show when I stood up too

While we were fixing supper, he asked me how Chris was. Chris was
and still is my best friend.

I said, ''Fine.''

He said, ''I miss seeing him. Maybe he could do something like go
to movies with us one Saturday.''

I said I thought that would be great.

Then he asked me if I thought Chris was old enough to produce
sperm yet. He is half a year younger than I am.

I told him, ''Yes.''

He asked me if we ever jerked off together, and I told him yes.
He asked me if Chris had learned how to do it from me, and I told
him he did. He said that was how he learned too. I asked him who
taught him, and he told me it was Larry. Larry is Chris's dad and
my dad's best friend. I asked him if that happened when he was my
age, and he said just about. Then he said he had a few wet dreams
first but he didn't know what they were. I asked him if he asked
his dad about them, and he said, ''No way. I could never talk to
him about stuff like that.'' I asked him how Larry learned, and
he said his big brother told him. He said he always thought one
boy told another boy and that was the way everybody learned about
it.

I said, ''Not me.''

He said he thought about it after I said I had learned for
myself, and unless God taught Adam how to jerk off in the Garden
of Eden, then some people would have to figure it out for
themselves. He said he just never thought about it before.

He worked on dinner for a few minutes. Then he asked me, ''Do you
and Chris jerk off yourselves off when you do it together or do
you do it to each other?''

I told him, ''I did it to him to show him how the first time.
After that we did it to ourselves. But sometimes we do it to each
other. Is that wrong?''

He said, ''No, I don't think so. Larry and I always used to do it
to each other. I think most boys do that with their best friends.
I read someplace that it was good for you because it taught you
stuff.''

I asked him what you learned from jerking somebody else off.

He said, ''You learn how to make something feel good for somebody
else and how your body works some too. You know what feels good
when you do it to yourself. Then you do that to another guy
because he has the same equipment and you figure it will feel
just as good for him as it did for you. Eventually you branch out
and work at making a woman feel good. And you probably learn to
control yourself from jerking yourself off so you aren't always
just thinking about making yourself feel good.''

We sat down to eat then and started talking about something else.
When I thought about it later, I was surprised that we talked
about all of that without getting embarrassed. I think it was
partly because I couldn't see his face when we were on the sofa
talking. Then after we started talking about it, it felt natural
to continue with it.

When we went to shower after dinner, we both got undressed at the
same time. My mind snapped back to our talk about jerking off in
the shower, so I got a hardon. I thought about going back into
the living room and waiting to undress until after dad was in the
shower, but instead I made myself take my clothes off. Of course
that let my hardon show, and I was a little uncomfortable about
it, but I made myself do it. I thought my dad's dick was bigger
than usual when he took off his boxers too. I told him he could
go first, so he did. I sat on the toilet lid and talked to him
while he showered. I was hoping that he would jerk off, but he
didn't. I thought later that if I hadn't sat there, he might have
jerked off. Then I could have come in while he was already doing
it. I couldn't bring myself to jerk off while he was still in the
bathroom either.

That night when my bladder woke me, my dad was laying on his side
facing me. After my trip to the bathroom, I carefully pulled his
dick out of his fly and held it until it got hard. Then I played
with it as I had been doing. I must have done it for longer than
the other times, though, because a drop of precum formed on the
end. I didn't produce any of my own at that age, so it was the
first time I had actually seen or touched any. I was amazed at
how slick it was. I spread that drop and the one after it over
the head of his dick. I rubbed the tip of my finger gently around
and around the slick and silky head. Several more drops of precum
formed on the slit, and I spread each one over the head. Then
suddenly my dad rolled over to face the other way and that was
the end of my fun for the night. In the morning I woke up first.
I was coming out of the bathroom just as my dad got out of bed.
His piss hardon stuck straight out his fly. He took a step before
he realized it. Then he smiled and said, ''Whoops!'' and pulled
his boxer front out so it slipped inside. He could have left it
sticking out all day as far as I was concerned. Seeing him naked
was still a treat for me, but seeing him with a hardon was even
more exciting.

I started that Sunday to think about ways to see him hard more
often. That week at school one of the guys had a nudist magazine
that he was passing around. A couple of us wondered how people
could walk around naked without getting a hardon. We all talked
about whether we had enough nerve to walk around naked like that
at all. That gave me the idea of talking to my dad about it.

The next Wednesday we had pizza for dinner at his apartment. When
we were watching tv, I told him the guys were talking about
nudists. He asked me why we were talking about that at school. I
told him about the magazine.  I asked him whether there were
really such people as nudists.

He said, ''What do the guys think about it?''

I told him, ''Some of the guys think it is a fake that was posed
like Playboy. But other guys think it is real and people live in
nudist camps. Which one is right?''

He said, ''I don't know if there are people who actually live in
nudist camps all the time, but there are real nudists. I mean
people who would rather not wear clothes at all and don't get
embarrassed about being seen nude.''

I asked him, ''Did you ever see one?''

He told me, ''I don't know if they were real nudists that I saw.
But I saw people going around nude in public.''

I was really interested in that. ''Were they just walking around
naked or what? Where did you see them?''

He said, ''It was at a beach. They were just doing beach stuff
like everybody else does except they were naked.''

I asked him, ''Was it everybody or were just some people and the
rest of them dressed?'' I was thinking about the pictures in the
magazine and trying to imagine what that would look like.

He said, ''Everybody was naked on that beach.''

I started to picture the beach. Then I realized that he was there
too. I asked him, ''Were you naked too?''

He said, ''Yes.''  I was surprised at that. I guess he could
tell, because he said, ''You know, I have done some wild things
in my life. I wasn't always just your old dad.''

He was 31 then and certainly not old in any important way, but of
course he seemed old to a 14 year old., so I told  him I knew he
wasn't always old. But I had to hear more about this. ''When did
you do it?''

He told me, ''Your mom and I were both 21. We went on vacation to
the Caribbean. Her parents gave us the trip to be our honeymoon
because we didn't have a regular honeymoon when we got married.
We stayed at a resort that had two beaches. One was just a beach
where everyone wore bathing suits and one was a nude beach.''

I asked, ''How come you went to the nude beach?''

He said, ''We went to the regular beach at first. But we kept
talking about it and  finally we dared each other into doing
it.''

''What was it like? How did you get naked?'' I had to hear all
the details, and my dick was like a rock in my pants.  I knew he
could see it because I was laying on the sofa using his leg as a
pillow to watch tv.

He said, ''It felt weird at first. We just walked through the
gate in the fence between the two beaches and picked out some
lounge chairs. Then we took our bathing suits off and sat down.''

I said I would be afraid I would get a hardon.

He said, ''I was afraid of that too. But what happened was just
the opposite. I was so afraid of getting a hardon that my dick
shrunk up to nothing and tried to disappear in my pubic hair.
That was what turned out to be really embarrassing, not getting a
hardon.'' We both laughed over that.

I asked him, ''Did you look at the other naked people?''

He sounded a little bit embarrassed, but he said, ''Yes. I did.''

I said, ''I would have looked too.''

Then he told me, ''After a while I got over being nervous and my
dick started to behave better. We were laying there in the sun
and it seemed ok. A couple that were at our table for dinner came
over and started talking to us. After a few minutes they sat down
next to us. It all seemed real normal.''

I asked him, ''Were they naked too?''

He said, ''Everybody was naked. You weren't supposed to go on
that beach unless you took your clothes off.''

I said half to myself, ''I wonder what it would feel like to be
naked all the time.''

He said, ''It turned out to be ok after right at first. It's a
lot more comfortable than wearing a bathing suit because you
don't have a wet suit hanging on you after you go in the water.''

I asked him, ''So did you keep on going to the nude beach after
that?''

He said, ''No.''

I asked him, ''Why not? Didn't mom like it?'' I was surprised
that she ever did it in the first place.

He laughed and said, ''No, that wasn't why. She liked it pretty
well. It surprised me too, but she did. The reason was because we
forgot something. We both had great tans. We worked on getting
good tans before we went so we could be out in the sun without
worrying about getting burned. But we never got tanned on the
parts that are usually under our bathing suits.  We got sunburned
really bad there.''

I laughed and asked him, ''Did you really get a sunburn on your
dick?''

He said, ''I sure did and it wasn't funny at all. Your  mom got
her breasts sunburned and we both got our butts sunburned.''

I said , ''Still sounds funny.''

He told me, ''If it happened to you sometime, you would see just
how funny it is.''

I asked him, ''So what did you do?''

He said, ''We stayed naked pretty much all the time until we came
home. But that was because we couldn't stand to have clothes on.
The only thing was we had to stay out of the sun.''

I asked him, ''Could you just go around naked everywhere there?''

He said, ''Nearly everywhere. There were just a few places that
you couldn't like in the dining room.''

I said, '' It must have felt wild to be naked all the time like
that.''

He said, ''You can find out what it feels like easy enough. You
can be naked here any time you want. I don't wear any clothes
most of the time when I am here alone.''

The he rubbed his hand in big circles around my belly to let me
know it was time to move. He had been rubbing my belly off and on
while we watched tv and talked. But now it was time for him to
take me home.

About the only thing on my mind after that was how fast Friday
dinnertime would come. He said I could be naked at his apartment
any time I wanted. I was counting on that meaning he would be
naked too. As soon as we sat down to eat dinner, I said, ''It's
too bad getting sunburned ruined your vacation that time.'' I
wanted to get on the subject of being naked as fast as I could.

Dad said, ''It didn't.''

I said, ''I thought you said you didn't go back to the beach
because of being sunburned.''

He said, ''That's right. But there were lots of things we could
do besides just laying out in the sun. And there were plenty of
places where we could sit in the shade.''

I said, ''So you didn't wear any clothes for the rest of the time
except to eat in the dining room.''

He said, ''Right. And we had a great time. There were some things
you had to have a bathing suit on before you could do them. Like
checking out a boat because the marina was on the part of the
beach where you had to wear suits. But we could start out dressed
and then take our suits off after we got away from the dock. Also
we made these friends Paul and Beth that liked to do everything
naked too.''

I knew them. We had visited them in South Carolina. I said, ''We
didn't go around naked when we went to visit them.

He told me, ''We did the times your mom and I went and you
didn't. We even went to a nude beach while we were there.''

I was surprised about that. I had a lot of trouble imagining my
mom on a nude beach. But not my dad. I could see him in my mind's
eyes standing there naked in the sun. I said, ''Here  I thought
your vacation was ruined because you were just miserable in your
room the whole time.''

He said, ''Wrong.''

I said, ''I guess. So what did you do?''

He said, ''We played cards and volleyball and did some
snorkling.''

I said, ''That doesn't sound so wild to me even if you were
naked.''

He said, ''We did some other things too.''

Right then I got the idea that he had started something that he
didn't really mean to say so I didn't say anything else. About a
minute later he stood up and said we should get started on the
dishes.

When we had finished the dishes, he went in to take a shower. I
let him go in first. I was hoping that he would jerk off in the
shower because of our talk the last time I stayed with him. I
thought it would be easier for him to get started if he was
alone, but that he would continue once he started even if I came
in. So after he was in the shower for a few minutes I got
undressed and went in the bathroom too. Of course I was hard
because I was thinking of him jerking off. He wasn't, so I said
hi so he would know I was there. He said he was nearly finished.
I watched him through the doors while I tried to think of things
that would make my hardon go down. I got it to half hard by the
time he was finished. His dick was also half hard, as it nearly
always is after a shower. I got in the shower just as he got out
because I could feel my hardon coming back.

I asked him, ''Do you really go naked in the apartment when
you're here by yourself?''

He said, ''Sure. There isn't any reason to get dressed. And it
cuts down on laundry.''

So I asked him, ''Do we have to get dressed now?''

He said, ''Not if you don't want to.''

I told him, ''Let's don't.''

He said, ''Ok.''

My dick was so hard that it hurt. I was trying to work up my
nerve to jerk off, and I finally did. It was too late, though,
because he had already left. I jerked off anyhow because I was so
excited from our conversation.

When I had dried myself, I thought I would find my dad in the
bedroom. Usually he was still getting dressed by the time I was
finished. Instead, I found him sitting on the sofa  in the living
room, naked. I was naked too, but I had half an idea that he
might have put on boxers or something. He was sitting on one end
of the sofa with his legs up on the ottoman. I didn't know what
to do then because it felt strange to think about sitting next to
him as I usually did but without any clothes.

He must have figured out that I didn't know what to do because he
raised his right arm to give me my usual place to sit. For as
long as I can remember, I always sat next to my dad, half of my
back against his chest, and his arm over my shoulder when we
watched tv. He told me to sit down because I was in the way of
the tv. I sat on the sofa and slid back so that my back was
against his  side. I snuggled backwards, which settled my head in
the crook formed by his shoulder and his upper arm. He let his
arm fall over my shoulder and down my chest. His hand ended up on
belly as it always does. I had to put my left arm someplace too.
I had always put it on his right leg before, but it seemed
strange to put it on his naked leg. But having no place else to
put it, I did it anyhow. I had never thought about how much
everything would change if we were naked. I kept thinking that my
elbow was almost up against his dick, But then it must always
have been before too. I just had never thought about it then. I
was very nervous about it.

I guess he must have sensed that, because he said after a while,
''You need to relax.''

I said, ''I am relaxed.''

He laughed and said, ''I can tell how relaxed you are from the
way you're sitting. I remember how I felt when I went out on that
beach and took my suit off. It was like I was just on the verge
of jumping up and running away. That's how you're acting now.''
He was right too because I was very tensed up. He said, ''There's
no point in being naked if you're  not more comfortable naked
than you are dressed.''

I thought about it. I told him, ''I want to do it and I will get
relaxed in a while.''

He asked me, ''Do you want to talk about why you're all tensed
up?''

I said, ''I don't really know why except everything is different
if you don't have any clothes on.''

He said, ''I found that out too.''

We didn't say anything else and just watched tv for a while. I
was trying to relax but I was not having much luck. He told me,
''What made me the most nervous the first time on the beach was I
was afraid I was going to get a hardon. Is that what you're
afraid is going to happen.''

I said, ''I guess so.''

He said, ''I've seen you with a hardon. You've seen me with a
hardon. If we go around naked, then we're bound to see each other
with hardons lots of times and we both know it. So don't worry
about it.''

I said, ''I guess you're right.''

He said, ''But it isn't making you any less nervous, is it?''

I said, ''No,''and I laughed. He did too.

We sat there a few more minutes watching tv. I couldn't get
relaxed. I was starting to get worried that he would say we
should put our clothes on and forget about this. Then he moved a
little to get more comfortable. I slid down a little too. All of
a sudden I realized that my elbow was up against his dick. I
looked out of the corner of my eye and it was. I got hard
immediately. I froze up, afraid to move.

Dad felt me freezing up. He said, ''Now you don't have to worry
about getting a hardon because there it is.'' He laughed, but I
was still very tense. He started rubbing my belly and said,
''Don't be so upset over it. It was bound to happen.''

I said, ''I know it was and I am trying to get relaxed.''

He said, ''I know how you feel, honest.'' He was rubbing my belly
with one hand, which he had always done to relax me. He was
rubbing my arm with his other hand, which made my arm slide back
and forth against his dick. He was squeezing me too and trying to
get me to relax. He worked hard to do it too. I couldn't figure
out what my problem was because I had hoped for just what was
happening. I knew that, but I still couldn't relax.

Dad said a couple things to try to make me feel better. Then he
asked me, ''Do you know hardons were catching?''

That sounded so stupid that I laughed. I said, ''You mean like a
disease?''

He said, ''Not like a disease, but it does really happen. It's
like what happens when a person throws up. When one person does
it, then a lot of other people will too just because of the one.
Haven't you ever noticed that?''

I told him that I knew that was because I had seen it happen at
school. Once when one girl threw up, half the other kids in the
class did too right after her. We had to move out of the room for
the rest of the day.

I started to relax then and I asked him, ''Are you catching my
hardon?''

He said, ''I think I might be.''

I turned a little so I could see his dick. It did look like it
was getting harder.

He asked me, ''What do you think.''

I said, ''It looks to me like maybe you are.''

We both stared at his dick and watched it get harder. First it
got longer. Then it rolled on its side a little. It bowed out in
the middle. The head slid up his leg until it looked as if the
head got caught. It laid there a minute. Then all of a sudden it
seemed to break loose and it shot straight out and upwards. It
ended up pointing towards the tv and bobbing up and down with the
beat of his heart.

He said, ''Yep. I definitely caught it alright.''

I said, ''You sure did.''

He said, ''I caught it good.  I don't think it can get any
harder.''

I said, ''I guess not.'' I would have loved to feel it to see if
it was as hard as I had felt it while he was asleep.

He said, ''Then settle down here, ok?''

He held up his arm again and I cuddled up against him like I was
before.  I was a lot more relaxed then. When I got situated
against him, I could feel his dick against my arm up above my
elbow. I just enjoyed it being there. I felt when it started to
get soft later on too. He put his hand back on my belly and
rubbed it like he always does. His hand slipped a little lower
than usual, where my pants always were before. Of course that was
nowhere near my dick. After a while I got soft too.

When we went to bed, we both went naked too. He just got in bed
that way so I did too. I cuddled up to him for a little while, as
I had done every night since I had started coming to his
apartment. And I got hard doing it. I tried to keep my hips
pulled away from him so he wouldn't feel it, but without boxers
to hold it in, my dick touched him a few times. I don't know what
he got from it, but I got an electric shock each time. While I
was going to sleep, I was thinking about how easy it would be to
touch his dick when I woke up later.  But when I woke up, it was
already getting light. I hadn't drunk as much water the night
before, so I was able to hold it all night. He was lying on his
side facing me and he had a hardon. It was all I could do not to
touch it. But in the end, it was just as well that I didn't
because he woke up a few minutes later.

We both laid there for a few minutes with our piss hardons
sticking towards each other. Then he said to me, ''Better get up,
sleepy head.'' He rolled over, got up, and grabbed my hand to
pull me out of bed. I had started groaning that I wanted to go
back to sleep. It was a game we played most Saturdays. He kept
pulling until I was on my feet and then he headed for the
bathroom with his hardon pointing the way. I watched his hardon
bounce as he walked. Mine was too tight against my belly to move
at all. He was forcing his downwards so he could pee when I went
into the bathroom. He said, ''Someone should invent something so
guys could pee upwards in the morning.''

I said, ''You know it.'' I would have looked at his hardon
anyhow, but by saying that, he gave me a reason to. I felt like I
was breaking mine off by the time I got it pointed down far
enough for the pee to hit the water instead of the wall.

We were out all day and didn't get home until about 3:30. My dad
went straight into the bedroom and took his clothes off. I was
still in the living room when he came out.

He asked me, ''Feel like reading a while before dinner?''

I said, ''Yes.'' I went straight into the bedroom and took off my
clothes. Of course I had a hardon. It shot up the minute I saw
him naked. I decided to just let it show. My dad looked up when I
came in to the living room, and then he looked at my dick, which
was still sticking straight up. He didn't say anything about it.
He just went back to reading. I laid on the sofa and used his leg
for a pillow. His hand dropped onto my chest and he rubbed me
slowly off and on. After I had been reading a few minutes, my
hardon went down.

I wasn't really completely comfortable being naked because I
still had to get over worrying about my hardon. I wasn't afraid
of getting one or having my dad see me with one any more because
that had been happening already. I suppose I was more worried
about what my dad thought about it. And I wasn't sure what I
wanted him to think.

After we had been reading about an hour, my dad asked me, ''You
seem like you're more relaxed now. Are you?''

I said, ''Yeah, I think I am.''

'' I kind of thought you were when you came in here with a hardon
before and just laid down,'' he said.

I told him, ''I decided to do like you said and not worry about
it because it is bound to happen. At least I don't have to worry
about it getting sunburned.'' We both laughed at that.

''That's true,'' he said.

I wanted to talk some more about the nude beach. It had been on
my mind ever since we quit talking about it the night before. I
asked him, ''What did you do about the sunburn on your dick.''

He told me, ''Your mom and I  rubbed lotion on ourselves.''

''Wow,'' I said, ''I think I would get a hardon if I rubbed
lotion on my dick.''

''I did,'' he told me, ''but it cooled down the heat some. The
main thing we were worried about was peeling and itching. We
couldn't walk around scratching our crotches.'' We both laughed
over that too. He said, ''Paul and Beth were a big help. They're
the ones who told us about which lotion to get to help the
sunburn heal. They also told us about sun block. Neither one of
us ever heard of that. We just used suntan lotion. It doesn't do
the same thing at all as sun block.''

I decided he did want to talk about it some more, so I asked him,
''What wild things did you do?''

He said, ''Paul and Beth told us the same thing happened to them
the first time they went to a nude beach. Beth told your mom that
the thing to do was wear loose clothes with no underwear when she
had to wear clothes at all. Your mom told her she couldn't do
that. You know your mom. She said she would feel like everybody
would know she didn't have any underwear on. Beth laughed at her.
She said that she was sitting there naked for everybody to see
and she was worried that somebody she didn't know and would never
see again as long as she lived would know whether or not she was
wearing underwear. We all laughed over that. So Beth and your mom
decided they would go shopping in the town the next day and Beth
wouldn't wear any underwear either. Paul said she never did
anyhow so it wouldn't be any change for her. We all laughed about
that.''

I asked my dad, ''Did you do the same thing? Your pants would rub
you even if you didn't have any underwear on. Really they would
rub worse without any underwear.''

My dad said, ''I asked Paul the same thing. He told me that the
secret for men was to wear silk boxer shorts. I told him if I put
on a pair of silk boxer shorts, your mom and I would never get
out of the room. We all laughed over that.'' I laughed too. It
wasn't the kind of thing my dad had ever said to me before, but
he had been very open about lots of things since the divorce.

My dad said, ''I probably shouldn't tell you this. Just don't
tell your mom.''

I said, ''I won't, don't worry.''

My dad told me, ''Paul said he didn't know how it was going for
me and your mom since we got sunburned,  but when it happened to
him and Beth, they were horny as hell all the time. He said they
couldn't keep their hands off of each other even though it hurt
to touch. I looked at your mom because usually she didn't like to
talk about sex. Not even in jokes. But your mom surprised the
daylights out of me. She told them she was glad to hear that
because she was beginning to think we were perverted or
something. She said it seemed like it was all we did every time
we got inside their room. She really opened up with Beth and Paul
like she never has with anybody else.''

''So did you buy silk boxers?'' I said.

He said, ''No. Paul loaned me three pairs because he said he
wasn't wearing underwear at all. We're both the same size.''

I asked him, ''Did they give you a hardon like you thought?''

He said, ''They sure did. Even thinking about putting them on
gave me half a hardon. When I finally pulled them on, I thought I
was in heaven.'' We both laughed over that.

Then he said, ''I'll tell you something else too. And this just
goes to show how weird things can be some times. I'm talking
about how you feel about things. Look, you and I have seen each
other naked lots of times. And we have seen each other have piss
hardons in the morning. But when it came to getting a hardon
while we were naked, that felt funny.''

I asked him, ''Did it feel funny to you too?''

He said, ''Yes, it did.''

''Wow,'' I said, ''I wish I would have known you felt funny too
and then I wouldn't have felt so funny about it.''

He said, ''Now talk about weird feelings. If you knew I felt
funny about it, then you wouldn't have felt so funny. That is
truly weird!''

I said, ''I guess it is.''

''So what I was going to tell you,'' he said, ''was that when
Paul and I went back to their room to get his silk boxers, I
pulled them on. Right away I got a hardon. I was real embarrassed
about it. So what I did was take them right off. I felt better
about him seeing me naked with a hardon than in the boxers with a
hardon. Any other time I would want to cover up a hardon. I guess
I got it set in my head that it would be no big thing if I got
hard in front of Paul and Beth on the beach, but when I got hard
in the boxers with just him and me there, it blew my mind.''

I told him, ''I really kind of understand you feeling that way.
Did you wear the silk boxers when you went shopping?''

He said, ''Paul and I didn't go. Just Beth and your mom went.''

''Were you afraid if you put them on, then you and mom wouldn't
have gotten out of the room?'' I asked and laughed.

He laughed too and said, ''No, we were already having the best
sex we ever had after we got sunburned.'' He said, ''I shouldn't
really be saying this,  but your mom was usually real slow to
warm up when we started to make love, but she was hot all the
time when we were sunburned.'' He sounded embarrassed about
telling me, and I don't think he would have if we had been
looking at each other.

I wanted to change the subject so he could get over being
embarrassed, so I asked him, ''What did you and Paul do instead
of shopping?''

He said, ''We went snorkeling. We had to wear bathing suits to
get a boat, but as soon as we got away from the dock, we took our
suits off. I covered my butt and crotch with sunscreen right
away.  We found a cove where half of the beach was in the shade
from the palm trees. We snorkeled for a while and then laid on
the beach in the shady part and talked for awhile.''

''That sounds more wild than playing cards,'' I said.

He answered, ''Yeah, I suppose it was.''

I still had something on my mind about that we talked about once.
I asked him, ''Is it ok to look at people on nude beaches or are
you not supposed to look at them like in locker rooms?''

He said, ''I looked and I think everybody else did too. You could
see somebody's eyes following another person when they walked by.
I figured  that was part of why you were naked. It was just ok to
look.''

I asked him, ''Did it make you nervous to think that people
looking at you naked?''

He said, ''Only at the beginning but not after that.''

I asked him, ''Did you keep worrying about getting a hardon?''

He said, ''No.''

I asked him, ''Did you ever see anybody get a hardon?''

He said, ''Yes.''

I said, ''What did the guy do?''

He said, ''Nothing.''

I said, ''He just let it show?''

He said, ''Yes.''

I asked him, ''Did  everybody look at it?''

He said, ''There were  just two people there when it happened.''

I realized that it was Paul who got the hardon. I asked him,
''Did you ever got a hardon on the beach?''

He said, ''Yes.''

I had to know more about this, so I asked him, ''Did you just let
it show too?''

He didn't say anything for a minute, and then he told me, ''Not
at first. I rolled over on my belly. But then after a few minutes
I rolled onto my back and let it show.''

I was going to ask him if the other guy who got the hardon was
Paul and if it happened at the same time as he got his. But he
rubbed my belly in circles then, which has always been the signal
for the end of whatever we were doing.

''Time to work on dinner, kiddo,'' he said.

So we went into the kitchen. He was making us a stir fry dish,
and he put on an apron to keep the grease from spattering onto
his bare chest and belly. I laughed and laughed at him.

He kept asking me, ''What is wrong with you?'' He looked funny
from the front too with the bib covering the middle of his chest
and the lump his dick made in the skirt.

I told him, ''Your bare butt shows when you are cooking.'' Then I
broke out laughing again. You could see the hairy crack of his
ass in between the two ends of the apron.

''It might look funny. But I'll tell you what isn't funny. That's
having hot grease jump from the pan onto your dick. I don't ever
want that to happen again!''

I said, ''I guess not!''

When he was finished cooking, he put the stir-fry on the plates
and took off his apron. When he sat down he held up the apronand
showed me a big grease spot. It was right at crotch level. ''If
it wasn't for the apron, I would have got that right on my
dick.''

I told him, ''I'm glad you didn't!''

Dinner was pretty good. I told my dad he was turning into a great
cook. He smiled. I think he had been working at it. As we were
finishing up the dishes, he asked me if I wanted to take my
shower first. I told him no, so he went first. I was still hoping
he would jerk off in the shower when I could see it. I was
sitting on the toilet lid watching him and putting on my usual
hardon exhibition. I was getting more and more comfortable about
just letting it show. I stayed there as he dried himself and
talked to him. He certainly got a good look at my dick as I got
in the shower. I was hoping he would ''catch'' my hardon again,
but he didn't.

He was still in the bathroom as I started to shower. I was
thinking that I could make myself jerk off and let him see it. I
kept saying to myself that I was going to do it but my hand never
moved to my dick. Finally my dad left. At that moment my hand
flew to my dick and I began jerking it like crazy.  About a
minute later, he came back in. I didn't see him until he was at
the sink. By then my hand was on autopilot. It would have taken a
conscious effort for me to stop jerking my dick. I never made the
effort. He left again before I came, but just barely. I know he
saw what I was doing.

After I dried myself, I went into the living room. I sat down
next to him on the sofa and cuddled up against him. He laid his
arm over my shoulder I put mine down his leg and my elbow touched
his dick. I acted like we had always done it that way and he did
too. He didn't say anything about seeing me jerking off in the
shower.

In a little while he started rubbing my belly and my chest as he
usually did. I told him it felt good, and he said good. I started
to rub my fingers around on his knee. I had done that before but
not when we were naked. He had been sitting with his legs
stretched straight out onto the ottoman and with his ankles
crossed. He uncrossed his ankles after a minute and spread his
legs a little. I started rubbing the inside of his leg above the
knee. When I moved my arm so I could cover more area, I felt his
dick move against my elbow. He was getting hard. My dick shot up
immediately. I just let it show. I wasn't nervous about it at
all.

He continued my chest and belly in slow circles. I was hoping he
would circle down far enough to touch my dick but he didn't. If I
could have wished my dick long enough to reach up to his hand, I
would have done it. I decided to ask him to scratch my back,
which was one of our alternative cuddling activities. He told me
to slide down and he would, which always meant that I should lay
across his lap so he could reach my back. I saw that his dick was
hard as I crawled around to lay on my belly across his legs and
use the sofa arm as a pillow. We both wiggled a little until we
were comfortable. His hardon was caught between my side and his
belly.

He started to scratch my back, and a minute later he put his
other hand on the back of my neck and started to rub there too. I
had one hand on each of his legs. I started to rub both his legs
slowly. He was scratching my back slowly too. My right hand was
between his legs, so I rubbed upwards toward his crotch. I kept
thinking that I could brush his balls lightly, but I never got my
nerve up to do it. He scratched every place he could reach, which
was almost to the back of my knees, but he never touched my butt.
We did that for a long time without either of us touching the
''serious'' body parts. His hardon deflated after a while and so
did mine. I kept feeling as if something was going to happen. The
only problem was that I didn't know what. But I knew I wanted it
to happen bad, whatever it was.

I cuddled with him for a few minutes when we got in bed. I could
plaster myself to him as I used to do when we were wearing boxers
because for the first time ever, my dick stayed limp. I think it
had been hard for so long that it was simply exhausted.

I woke up in the middle of the night. This time I didn't forget
to tank up just before we got into bed. When I came back my dad
was laying facing my side of the bed. His dick wasn't hard but it
was conveniently located. I held it in my hand until it got hard.
Then I slid back the skin and rubbed my thumb around the head. In
just a little while, precum started to ooze out. I spread each
drop around the head as it came out of the slit. I was squeezing
my own dick with my other hand. I must have been supplying the
feelings to go with a particularly good dream he was having,
because he suddenly rolled onto his back and put his hand on his
dick. I thought for a minute he was going to give himself a wet
dream like the ones he had asked me about. But all he did was
keep his hand on his hard dick. He never moved it at all. But I
had gotten so excited that I had to rush into the bathroom and
jerked off. When I came out, he was still lying there like that.
It took me a long time to go back to sleep.

On Sunday my mom called, something that hadn't happened any
weekend I was there. I couldn't really follow the conversation
while they were talking. The last thing dad said was, ''Well,
you'll just have to change your plans. Good bye.''

My mom had one of her special little talks with me on Tuesday
night. She told me how much she was looking forward to us
spending the holiday together. It got pretty soppy before she got
to the punch line, ''You do want to be with me for Thanksgiving
and Christmas, don't you?''

I asked her, ''Just the two of us?''

She told me, ''Well, we would be with my family.''

I said, ''So you mean stay at grandfather's like we did last
Christmas.''

She said, ''We've always done that. It's our family tradition.''

''Not at Thanksgiving. We have always been with dad's family on
Thanksgiving,'' I said.

''Well, I couldn't go there now, not with the divorce and all.
Father said the whole family would come and stay with them in the
country.'' His children called him ''father'' just like his
grandchildren called him ''grandfather'' because he wanted it
that way. ''Sue and Bill are coming with their families so all
your cousins will be there. We'll go down on Saturday and spend
the whole week. It won't hurt you to miss a few days of school.''

''What did dad say?'' I knew then what the call was about on
Sunday.

''He's being unreasonable.''

''You mean he wants me to be with him.''

She didn't really answer me. Instead she said, ''Father
particularly wanted you to be there.''

''Why, does he want to slap me again?'' I asked.

''That isn't fair! You made him angry! It was your own fault he
had to slap you!''

If I had been wavering at all, that cinched it. ''I want to stay
with dad for Thanksgiving.''

She started to say something twice and stopped, but finally she
said, ''I'll call your father and tell him.''

On Wednesday when we were having dinner, I found out from my dad
that she had told him about both the Thanksgiving plans and her
plans for Christmas in that telephone call. For Christmas we were
also supposed to go to grandfather's. We would leave the day
school was out and stay there until the day before New Year's
Eve. Then I could stay with my dad for the 5 days until school
started. He wasn't having it. He told her that Christmas break
would be divided equally between them, with me spending Christmas
day with her if I spent Thanksgiving day with him. She complained
that she would be gone the whole week of Thanksgiving, so my dad
would have me for that vacation and half of Christmas too. She
said it was only fair that she have me more of Christmas. He told
her that it was her choice to go. If she stayed at home, then he
would split that vacation with her too.

But what finally ended the discussion happened on Thursday night.
My mother called me to the phone and handed me the receiver. When
I put it to my ear, I heard grandfather asking if I was there. He
asked several times. Of course, I didn't answer. When he decided
I must be there, he said, ''Do you have any idea how much you
have hurt your mother by refusing to come here for Thanksgiving?
Do you realize what a selfish little boy you are? I simply cannot
understand why . . .'' I don't know what else he said because at
that point I laid the receiver beside the telephone and went back
to the den to watch tv. He probably went on talking because he
was still on the line when my mother saw what I had done and
rushed to pick up the phone. The next night at dinner time my dad
picked me up to stay with him for the week. I didn't get my extra
vacation from school because he just took it for granted that I
would go, but I thought I had come out ahead anyhow.

We picked up pizza on our way back to his place. When we got in
the door, he went into the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven
to warm up a little. I went into the bedroom and  took off my
clothes. I did that before I even unpacked. He came in as I was
putting my things into my drawer and took his clothes off too. It
just felt normal to be naked there. We watched tv while we ate
the pizza.

After we ate, he dropped our plates into the dishwasher and
headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower start. I had been
thinking about the Saturday before, and I decided that he
wouldn't start to jerk off if I was already in the bathroom. I
knew I couldn't make myself start while he was there even though
I wanted to, but that I did start as soon as he left. I didn't
even get up until he yelled to me that he was getting in the
shower. I waited a few minutes, and then I went in the bedroom. I
tried to see if I could see into the bathroom before I went in.
It turned out I could. I was pretty sure he was jerking off.

Of course, I was already hard from what I was thinking. I started
to go in, but I also started to talk so he would know I was
coming. I had decided that if I had known he was coming in when I
was jerking off the week before, I probably  would have stopped.
I decided that it was probably a good thing that I hadn't
stopped, but I know I would have if it hadn't already been too
late. I wanted to give him a chance to change his mind if he lost
his nerve. So I went in talking and sat on the toilet lid. I
thought he stopped when I came in because he turned so his back
was towards the shower doors. But after a minute turned back to
face the shower spray and  I could see he was jerking off. He
must have been very close because he came almost right away. He
had to know I could see him. I wished I could have seen him
better, but there are lines on the shower doors. It was all I
could do not to jerk myself off.

When he got out of the shower his dick was still more than half
hard. Mine was rigid. His foreskin was drawn back behind the rim
of the head and the head itself was very red. I had touched and
rubbed that head each time I had played with him while he was
asleep, but I hadn't actually seen it clearly since the last time
he and I had taken a shower together when I was 6. I watched him
dry it carefully and pull the skin over the head.

When I got in the shower, I had decided that I would start to
jerk off right away. I had myself talked into it and I did. I let
the water hit me all over to get wet but I started to jerk with
the soap right after that. I was trying to see out of the corner
of my eye if my dad was watching me and I was pretty sure he was.
I just kept jerking like he wasn't there and he stayed until I
came. He never takes that long to dry off so I knew he was
watching me then. He left right after I came.

I finished my shower and dried off. Then I went into the living
room, got on the sofa next to him on my knees, leaned across him,
and gave him a hug. He hugged me back. I was laying across his
lap with my arms around him. I held on to him but I moved so I
could see his face. He asked me what the hug was for, and I told
him I was really glad to be staying with him. He thanked me and
said that that made him feel very good. He gave me another hug
then, so I squeezed him too.

When we let go of each other, I rolled over. I asked him, ''Is it
ok if I just lay across your lap?''

He said, ''Sure. But I need to move a little bit because right
now there isn't any blood going to my feet.''

We wiggled to get comfortable. I wrapped my arms around his left
leg and gave it a hug too. I was feeling very mellow. By the time
we had both quit moving, he had slid down the sofa and further
onto the ottoman. His left leg was bent at the knee and he had
his left foot flat on the ottoman. I was laying with my left side
against his belly and my chest up his left thigh. My chin was
resting on his left knee. His right leg was bent at the knee too,
but laying flat against the sofa and ottoman with his right foot
tucked behind his left one. I asked if he could see the tv past
me, and he said he could.

I started rubbing his left calf. He put both hands on my back,
but one was on my shoulder and the other was on the my side right
at my hip bone. He started to slide them around so he was rubbing
me very  lightly. I got hard again even though I had just jerked
off.

He rubbed around my butt as he had the last time, but this time
he rubbed my back to the top of my crack and my legs higher too,
stopping where my butt started to curve outwards. But he never
touched my butt. I moved my hand to his right leg and rubbed from
the ankle to where my side crossed it on his thigh. After a while
I moved it back to his left leg, but on the thigh instead of the
calf. His dick got hard then and stood up against my belly.
Feeling it pressed against me made mine throb. My hand got very
close to it but I couldn't get my nerve up to touch it.

Later, when we went to bed I asked him if he would like me to rub
his back, and he said yes. He turned onto his belly and I sat up
next to him and rubbed his back. I went right down to the top of
his crack but I didn't touch his butt. Then I got my nerve up and
asked him if he wanted me to rub the rest too. He said yes, so I
kept moving downwards over his butt. When I got to the tops of
his legs, he spread them open. I didn't go very far in between
them was I was moving downwards, but on the way up I went as far
as I could reach. I know I was touching the back of his balls at
the end. When he rolled onto his back, he had a hardon laying up
his belly. We pulled the sheet up and went to sleep shortly after
that.

I thought I had tanked up enough so that I would wake up in the
middle of the night, but when I did, it was getting light. I had
a painful hardon because of my full bladder. My dad had a morning
hardon too. He woke up right after I did. He reached over to rub
my hair and he said good morning. I said that I had to pee so bad
I couldn't stand it. He let me go and told me to head for the
bathroom. When he came in with his hardon sticking straight out,
I was trying to bend mine down enough to pee. He said again that
somebody needed to invent a way for guys to pee upwards in the
morning. Then he told me to lean forward and put my hands on the
wall over the toilet. Then he told me to start inching backwards
with my feet and down the wall with my hands. He put a hand on my
belly and his other one my back to support me while I was doing
it. When I couldn't move any more without falling, he told me to
try bending my dick down now to see it I could point it at the
toilet and I could. The relief was incredible after a while, but
at first it was painful to pee. When I finished, I realized that
my dad's hardon had been sliding against my leg and side while he
held me steady.

The feel of his dick sliding against my leg stayed with me all
that day. We ate dinner out, so we postponed our usual reading
hour until the next day. When we got home, he said he was going
straight into the shower and went into the bedroom. I waited a
few minutes in the living room to give him a chance to get
started. I thought he would be more likely to start jerking off
if I wasn't in there.

I took my clothes off and went into the bathroom, preceded by my
hardon. He was only washing himself, not jerking off. I was a
little bit disappointed. I sat on the toilet lid and started to
talk to him. I thought he was nearly finished his shower because
he was washing his legs. Then he started to jerk off. I was
really surprised. I was so sure he wasn't going to do it that my
hardon started to go down. He kept talking while he did it, so at
first I really didn't think he could be jerking off. Then I
realized he was doing it just so I could see it.  My dick shot up
so hard it hurt. I watched him and squeezed my dick too. He could
have seen me if he had looked, but I think he had his eyes
closed. I watched until he came. He even grunted a few times when
he came. It was truly hot!

I was very close to cumming myself. It took all of my self
control to drag my hand off of my dick. He rinsed off quickly and
got out of the shower. It was so fast his dick was still hard,
with the skin caught behind the edge of the head which was very
red. He started drying himself. He told me to go ahead, so I got
in the shower. I was very excited! I wanted to jerk off right
away but I made myself wait as long as I could. I thought I would
wait until I was finished washing like he had, but I couldn't
hold off. I just started jerking off while he continued to talk
to me. I knew he was watching me and that excited me even more. I
was afraid I would cum right away. I was doing everything I could
to try to make it last. He sat down on the toilet lid and kept
talking to me. He had never done that before. I realized that he
wanted me to know he was watching me. The head of my dick became
so sensitive that I knew I couldn't touch it without cumming. I
started to jerk just the bottom half of the shaft. I just didn't
want to cum too fast for him. He kept talking to me, but I was
having a hard time paying attention.

Finally I exploded. I think I may have made some noise when I
came even though I was always careful before not to make any. My
dad kept right on talking after I came. When I got control of my
body again, I still had a hardon that lasted while I finished my
shower. He was sitting on the toilet lid when I got out. He was
still hard too. He sat there while I got dried off. It was so
exciting that I stayed hard. He didn't leave until I was hanging
up my towel.
**
He was sitting on the sofa tuning in the tv when I got in the
living room. I sat down next to him. He put his arm over my
shoulder and hugged me against him. I put my arm down on his leg
with my hand by his knee and my elbow against his hard dick. We
sat that way while we watched a movie. His dick fell away from my
arm as it got soft. My hardon went away more slowly. Then he said
he needed to pee and he wanted to get something to drink. I had
to pee too, so we both went and peed. He got a beer for himself.
He said I could have one too if I wanted it, so I did. It wasn't
the first time he had given me a beer.

When we got back to the living room and he sat down, I snuggled
against his side. He dropped his arm over my shoulder and hugged
me against him. The way he did it caused me to lay against more
of his chest with my head almost under his chin. I couldn't stay
like I was because I didn't have anything to lean against on my
left side, so I started to slide down his chest and belly until I
was laying on my side across his lap. It was a very uncomfortable
position for me, and I am sure I was cutting off all the
circulation in his legs. He told me to hand him my beer can. He
put it with his on the table next to the sofa. He started to
wiggle around to get more comfortable and I did too. He ended up
with his left knee bent and his left foot flat on the ottoman.
His right leg was bent also, but laying on its side on the sofa
and ottoman with his right foot tucked behind his left. I was
laying on my side across his lap. He asked me if was I ok like
that. I said I was fine. He handed me my beer and I took a  big
swallow while eh did the same. Then he put the cans back on the
table. It was a great way to lay because my back was against his
belly and I was using his left leg and knee as an arm rest.
Because his other leg was bent too, so his legs were spread open.
I wrapped one arm around the leg I was using as an armrest and I
put my hand on the other leg. He jumped and said, ''Cold!'' It
was because I had been holding the beer can.

I said, ''Sorry! I'll rub it. That'll make it warmer.''

He already had his left hand on my shoulder.  He reached around
me with the right one and put his flat hand in the middle of my
belly. I yelled, ''Cold!'' and jumped too, but I didn't move far.

He said, ''Payback. I'll warm you up too.'' He started rubbing
the cold hand in circles on my belly.

After a little while the rubbing got lighter and slower. He moved
his hand over on my side and arm and part of my belly and my
chest. I continued rubbing on his leg. I could reach nearly his
whole leg because of the way he had it bent, so I went all the
top. I know I was touching his balls as I rubbed so I was very
careful not to hurt him. That got me hard again then. Just after
that I felt his hardon start to press against my side.

He was rubbing the side of my hip when that happened. He could
reach almost all the way to my knee and he was rubbing up and
down the side of my hip and leg very slowly. He did that a few
times and then stared rubbing up the back of my leg. He just did
the back of my leg at first and then he slid his hand over my
butt and rubbed it too. I looked down and I could see the tip of
his hardon sticking out past my side. I could see the slit just
inside the foreskin, and there was a drop of precum on it. I
switched my rubbing to his left leg, especially his thigh. I was
touching his ball on every stroke. If I had laid my arm against
my belly, I could have rubbed it across the head of his dick, but
I was enjoying what we were doing and I didn't want it to stop.
**
I was having trouble staying in the same position because he was
pushing against my butt while he was rubbing it. I thought I
would roll over onto my belly,  so I bent my right leg to hold me
up. I was going to ease down onto my belly, but when I bent my
leg, he slid his hand onto the inside of my left leg and rubbed
there. I never moved any further. He went up to where my two legs
were touching each other, but my balls were trapped in front of
me so he couldn't have touched them even if that was what he
meant to do.

When he started rubbing my right leg again, he moved his hand
around to the front. He rubbed as far over as the crease of my
leg. On my belly he rubbed down as far as the beginning of my
pubic hair. I was very excited. I knew he was too because the
precum was dripping from the end his dick onto the couch too. I
slid my left arm between his leg and the arm of the sofa and
pushed it through until I had it wrapped around his leg. That way
I could rub my left hand up and down the inside of his left
thigh. I let my right my hand slide down his left thigh one more
time, and the moved it to his right one. I just barely bumped
into the head of his dick as my hand went by. It must have
surprised him because he jumped a little.

**
He got his beer then and handed me mine. He finished his so I did
the same with mine. He told me to be careful not to put my cold
hand on him, and I told him to be careful himself. He rubbed his
two hands together to warm his up, but I couldn't do that with my
arm wrapped around his leg, and I sure wasn't going to move it.
So I rubbed my hand on my leg to warm it up. When I put it back
on his right thigh, I asked if it was warm enough. It suited him,
he said, and his was ok on me.

He went back to rubbing my butt and over the side of my hip onto
my belly. I started rubbing further up both his legs until I
started touching his balls each time. I was being very careful of
them, which probably meant he was getting a gentle caress across
them each time I touched them. In a little while he was rubbing
my leg so far around my hip that he was sliding his hand up and
down the crease of my leg. If my balls hadn't have been so tight
against me, he would have been touching them.

When the program on the tv was over (you couldn't really say we
were watching it, or at least I wasn't), he said he had to pee. I
did too because the beer was moving straight through me. We both
went into the bathroom hard and came out soft. As I was coming
back through the kitchen, he held out an unopened beer. ''Can you
handle another one?'' he asked me. I had never had more than one
before.

I said, ''Sure.''

He told me, ''I'm just in the mood for a few beers tonight. I
don't drink when I'm here by myself. I'm glad you're here with
me. I don't know who'd make a better drinking buddy than you.''

I said, ''I'm glad I'm here too. But you might end up putting me
to bed. I never had two beers before.''

''No problem if it happens,'' he said.

When we got back to the living room, we both took a couple of
swallows and put the cans down before we got back on the sofa. He
sat in the corner the way he had been before, and I laid across
him and wrapped my arm around his leg again. I noticed then that
he was lower down than he had been because I could see the end of
his dick even though it was soft. Before we got up, I couldn't
see it until it was hard. I bent my right leg to support myself
so I wouldn't roll onto my belly.

I guess I was a cheap drunk then because the beer was making me
very mellow. I started rubbing the inside of both of my dad's
thighs very slowly, going straight up to his balls each time. His
dick was soft when I started so I was touching it too, first one
side and then the other. It got hard and lifted off of his balls,
and I wasn't mellow enough to go hunting for it above his balls.
I knew exactly where it was because it had started to press
against my side. My dick stood right up in perfect time with his.

Dad was rubbing my leg and butt at first, but soon he started
rubbing the front of my right leg. It seemed like he was pulling
against my leg, so I let it go more limp. His rubbing made it
move backwards so that it wasn't supporting me any more, and my
hips moved with it so that I was laying against his belly. He
move up my leg, rubbing so far into the crease that his hand slid
along my balls. He slid his hand back and forth once he did so
that he was rubbing my right ball. Then he moved his hand upward
along my belly and just brushed the side of my dick. When he got
further up my belly, he started rubbing up and down. He got
closer and closer to the head of my  dick until his fingers slide
between it and my belly. He was rubbing his fingers in my pubic
hair down to the base of my dick. My dick was so hard it hurt,
and his fingers were sliding up and down the front as he rubbed
my pubic hair. I suppose if I had produced precum then, I would
have flooded the place because I was very excited.

I stayed right with him too. As I rubbed up to his balls on one
stroke, I started rubbing them with my finger tips. That caused
the precum to flow even faster for him. When he began touching my
dick, I moved the fingers of my right hand over his balls to the
base of his dick. From there I slid my fingertips up the back
side of his dick. It throbbed when I did it and another drop of
precum fell from the end. It was falling on my hand now instead
of the sofa.

After a few minutes of that, he got his beer can and handed me
mine. He took a few swallows, but I could only handle one. If I
had become any more mellow, I would have fallen asleep. And I
certainly didn't want that to happen. When he saw that I wasn't
drinking, he asked me, ''Had enough, huh?''

I said, ''Yeah, think so.''

He said, ''If you know you've had enough, you're doing ok.''

He took the last swallow of his beer and said, ''We probably
ought to head in to bed. You look like you could go off to sleep
right now.''

I said, ''No, I'm doing ok,'' but the truth was, I probably could
have.

He took my beer and told me to sit up. When he stood up, it
seemed like his dick was waving bck and forth in my face. I
smiled at it. Then I sat on the sofa while he took the beers to
the kitchen. He came back with a wet sponge and a towel and wiped
the precum off of the sofa. He held out his hand to me to pull me
up. I wasn't really drunk, but I was certainly feeling no pain.
I took his hand and he pulled me up from the sofa.

He led me into the bathroom and stood me in front of the toilet.
''Pee,'' he said. I had enough control to take ahold of my dick
and aim it at the water before I let go. Otherwise I would
probably have peed right on the wall. He held on to my arm with
one hand while he peed too. Then he led me to bed. He held my arm
again while he pulled the covers down. A little push was all it
took to sit me down on the side of the bed. He went around to the
other side and got in.

When I felt the bed move as he got in, I pulled my legs up and
rolled onto my back. I asked him, ''Can't I could cuddle up
against you?'' because he hadn't raised his arm to make a place
for me as he usually did.

He asked me, ''Don't you just want to go on to sleep? I think the
beer hit you pretty hard.''

I told him, ''I think I'm sort of coming around,'' which was
true. I wasn't sleepy any more. Instead I was back to the mellow
feeling.

He raised his arm to make a place for me. I pressed my belly and
legs against his side while I laid my head on his shoulder. I
wasn't hard, so I didn't even think about holding my crotch back
from contact with his side as I had done every other night. But
it probably wouldn't have made any difference anyhow. I would
have pressed my dick up against him regardless of whether I was
hard or not.

I started scratching his chest very lightly. ''That feels good,''
he said. So I kept it up. I moved down over his chest and belly
and into his pubic hair, just scratching gently. His dick started
to get hard when I started scratching below his navel. That
triggered mine, and I had to pull my crotch away from him for a
minute to let it come up my belly. Then I pressed it against his
leg. His hardon popped up to meet my hand while it was still
buried in his pubic hair. I kept on scratching around it, which
caused the backs of my fingers to brush it almost continually.
When I got to his balls, I was very careful to scratch lightly. I
said to him, ''Do your balls itch? Mine do a lot. I kind of
wondered if they were supposed to.''

He said, ''Everybody's balls itch. Guys are always scratching
them. I don't even think most guys know they're doing it.''

I said, ''Yeah, you're right, lots of guys do scratch their
balls.'' I seemed like a profound truth just then.

As my hand moved downwards on his balls, he tried to spread his
legs. The left one moved easily, but I was pressed against the
right one. When I felt the pressure of his leg pushing against
me, I lifted my left leg. His right knee slid between my legs
immediately. I wrapped my left leg around it and squeezed it
against my crotch. I continued to move my hand downward,
scratching his perineum and the insides of his thighs.

When I started scratching his balls again, I said, ''You have a
lot of hair on your balls.''

He said, ''Yeah, I do.''

I said, ''Mine are almost bald.''

He said, ''That isn't so bad.''

I told him, ''But I want mine to be hairy like yours.''

He said, ''Well, I hear that smooth balls are more sensitive. But
you have a lot of growing to do yet. You might end up as hairy as
me.''

I was moving my hand upwards while we talked, and I came to the
base of his dick. It was laying up his belly, soft on the outside
but hard as a rock inside. I slid my hand up and took ahold of
it. I asked him, ''Will my dick get as big as yours?''

''Probably,'' he said. ''It might even get bigger. Your uncle
Bill is bigger than I am.'' Bill is my mom's brother. I wondered
how he knew uncle Bill had such a big dick, but for some reason I
didn't ask.

I realized then that I was very excited. I was responding to
things a little late because of the beer. I also realized that I
was humping my dick against his leg just a little. He was
pressing his leg back against me too.

My hand had gotten to the end of his dick, which was dripping
precum onto his belly. I pushed my fingertips down into his pubic
hair and felt the puddle that had collected there. ''You're all
wet here,'' I said.

He said, ''I know. Can't do anything about that. Don't want to do
anything about it either. It feels good leaking out.''

I asked him, ''How old were you when the hair around your dick
started to get as thick as it is?'' I was scratching in his pubic
hair around the base of his dick and bouncing his dick around on
top of my hand.

He said, ''It just kept getting thicker and thicker as I got
older, so I guess I don't know. Seems like one day it was really
thick. I trimmed some off a few times.''

I said, ''Wow, I would like to have enough hair so I would have
to trim it!''

He said, ''You probably will when you get older.''

My hand had slid back on to his dick by this time. I asked him,
''Does your dick ever get so hard it hurts?''

He said, ''That happens if I get very very excited.''

I said, ''It happens to mine all the time. It feels like the skin
is stretched too tight. Especially if I jerk off with just my dry
hand.''

He said, ''I guess that happens more to guys who were
circumcised. There's plenty of loose skin on mine so when it
hurts like you're talking about, it is the inside of mine that
hurts.''

I said, ''I like the loose skin on yours.'' I was sliding the
skin up and down and rubbing the precum around the head like I
did when I played with it at night. I was holding it tighter than
I ever had while he was asleep. I was also jerking his dick in
time with humping his leg. I was getting closer and closer to
cumming, so I started humping faster and faster. My hand on his
dick was going faster and faster too.

Suddenly he said, ''Unhhh!'' and shot a stream of cum that went
up over his belly and landed on my cheek. He made the same sound
as each shot left his dick. The second one hit my chin, but the
others landed on his chest and belly. When the first one hit my
cheek, I got a feeling like an electric shock and I started to
cum against his leg. I humped harder and harder as I came. It
must also have squeezed his dick harder and harder too, because
he pulled my hand off of it.

We laid there for a while after it was over. I felt as if  I
could go right off to sleep, and he wasn't moving. But after a
few minutes he said, ''we're a mess!'' Then he laughed.

 I said, ''Yeah, we are.'' There was cum everywhere.

He told me, ''Let me up and I'll get a towel to clean us up.''
When I unwrapped my legs from around his, it was covered in cum
up to his hip, and so was my belly.

He brought back a towel and washcloth and cleaned me off. I was
still hard.

He asked me, ''You ready to do it again?''

 I said, ''No way!''and he laughed.

When he got back in bed I was almost asleep. I was laying on my
side with my back towards him. He cuddled up against my back and
put an arm to hug me back against him. I pressed back into him so
I was touching him chest to calves. He was still oozing a little
cum because I felt a wet spot on my butt.

He asked me, ''How'r you doing?''

I said, '' I'm doing great!''

He started to rub up and down my belly and my chest very lightly
and said,''Go ahead to sleep.''

I did.

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