Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 20:05:20 -0500
From: quest myrick <quest47484748@gmail.com>
Subject: Naked Dad

Naked Dad
by
quest47484748

I grew up seeing my dad naked more often than not. When I was old enough to
understand he told me that since he had to wear a business suit five days a
week the rest of the time he wanted to wear his birthday suit. It made
perfect sense  to my young mind since I had always loved coming home (first
from pre-school then kindergarten), going straight to my room and taking
everything off after giving my father a hello. After a few complaints from
uptight delivery men he started keeping a robe (that barely covered his
nine inch cock). I noticed the rest usually left with a fuller crotch than
when they arrived and those who free balled you could see it firm up and
snake down a pant leg as my dad signed for the delivery. He'd check out
their dick as he handed back the clipboard and give them a smile and wink
before closing the door. One lucky guy figured out that if he dropped the
pen my dad would pick it up and he'd get a nice show because instead of
bending at the waist my dad would squat forcing the robe open like a
Broadway curtain on opening night starring a dick that was mighty
impressive even when soft and almost touched the floor when he was all the
way down. He groped himself when he thought my dad wasn't looking but my
dad never missed anything and let the robe fall open as he closed the door
giving the man one last look at real man's man (and you can be certain that
after work that guy pumped a lot cum from that deposit in the spank bank).

One day a FedEx guy showed up with two packages; the second one was in his
pants and contained a dick that was already rock hard and leaking when my
dad opened the door. It was the same guy who thought up the pen trick so he
knew what hot cum inducing sight would greet him when the door opened and
he had made an adjustment before getting out of the truck; he slipped his
already hardening dick out his jock so it could reach its full length
unencumbered and my dad would have visual evidence of how much this guy was
enjoying the show. The shorts were snug and showed off what he had in great
relief right down to the damp spot that was growing where the head of his
dick rested just a few inches above the hem of his shorts. Dad knew this
was a special delivery and invited the man in for coffee and to take a load
off. The FedEx guy accepted the offer.

Figuring his guest wouldn't mind dad took off his robe and hung it on the
hook by the door. Seeing my dad naked for the first time almost made the
guy cum in his shorts (in fact he had to grab his dick and squeeze it
because he was just seconds away from pumping a load and making a hot mess.
By any yardstick dad looked great naked, hairy, big feet, and just enough
muscles in all the right places. Dad grinned broadly when he saw the FedEx
guy grab his meat and asked him if he saw anything he liked to which the
man replied "I see everything I like and there's a good chance I'm going to
jizz in my pants in a couple of minutes." My dad, sensing the urgency of
the situation advanced on the horny delivery man and went right to work on
two fronts. With his right hind he started undoing the belt and unzipping
the pants while he put the fingers of his left hand in his companion's
mouth to coat them with spit. When the shorts hit the floor the delivery
man stepped out of them and then dad really got to work on him. In short
order he was knuckle deep in the guys ass and since he was sweating so much
from from erotic fevor his rear tunnel of love was pre-moistened and like
France in World War Two gave up no resistance welcoming the invader like a
long lost friend. In the front dad was stroking him real slow so he'd have
time to reach his prostate. Dad's finger found the button to make the
delivery man fire and he blasted my father with a load of cum that coated
dads entire torso with four or strong shots of a load that had been saved
up for a few days just in case he got to deliver something more than a
package to my dad. The FedEx guy thanked my dad many times as he got
dressed and put his spent dick back in his jock before going on his way.
Dad was a masturbation master (you could say he had a black belt in
Jack-Fu) and now one more man in the world was privy to this knowledge and
experience this extremely rare talent hands on.

I learned how to masturbate from my dad but he didn't sit down and give me
instructions. One Saturday morning when I was five I woke up too early to
watch cartoons so I tip toed down the hall to my father's bedroom to watch
him sleep. I was fascinated by the way his dick would get rock hard and
wave around while the rest of him was completely still. This time he was
awake but couldn't see me in the doorway because his left arm was over his
eyes blocking the light while his right had was pumping his dick in a
steady rhythm. By this age I had seen my dad hard plenty of times and he me
but I had never seen him stroke it before and had never thought to stroke
mine even though it got really stiff at times (usually when I sat in his
lap for a bedtime story) but before I knew it my hand was on my dick
matching my dad stroke for stoke. All of a sudden he stopped, arched his
back, curled his toes and a fountain of cum shot out of his dick and hit
the headboard before coating the rest of him down to the puddle in his
belly button. Though too young to shoot I none the less joined my dad in
the waves of ecstasy that washed over us and whacked off at least once a
day after that. When puberty hit and I was finally able to shoot cum it was
like Christmas and my birthday all rolled up into one. I proudly strolled
into the kitchen where dad was (naked as usual except for an apron because
he was cooking bacon) so he could see the fresh load of cum (my first
ever!) on my chest. He beamed with pride and joy and smeared the load over
both of us as he gave me a congratulatory hug and a few loving tugs on my
hanging dick which caused it to plump up a bit which caused dad's apron to
raise up a bit. I then wondered if dads and sons ever jacked off together
(I was too embarrassed to ask my friends but was thrilled when dad
suggested a father and son wank after breakfast and readily accepted).

It was all I could do not to wolf down my bacon and eggs as my throbbing
dick pointed straight up pulsed precum. We had a glass table in the kitchen
so my eyes were transfixed by even the slightest movement of my dad's meat
in anticipation of seeing the full transition from soft to fully erect. To
ease the wait my dad lifted one his feet and place the sole of his foot on
my chair right up against my dick and nuts bathing them in warmth. His toes
tapped the part just below the head and he was rewarded with a small
torrent of precum from my throbbing meat all over his toes and were it not
for the position I would've been humping away and shooting again in under a
minute. I was so turned on that dad started to laugh when he saw that I was
frozen lust with a fork full of egg hanging in mid air. I couldn't help but
chuckle too as I went back to eating and squeezing my dad's foot with my
thighs. After breakfast we took our hard dicks to the couch in living room
where dad had me take a seat one end with him at the other and we slid down
under the soles of our feet were firmly placed in each other crotches. With
both of us doing it it was ten times more erotic than at the kitchen table
and I told dad I'd be cumming all over his feet in just a couple of strokes
and he said the words that rung in my ears ever since every time I think
about my childhood: "Cum for Daddy". And cum I did, all over the place: his
feet, my face, the carpet and the couch as my mind went blank and my body
was consumed with the best orgasm of young life. I spasmed so hard even my
sphincter was a little sore. My eyes opened back up just in time to catch
my dad's first cum volley go high up in the air one shot after another and
bathe both of my feet in the batter that made me. After the refractory
period we licked each others feet clean which boned us up again but instead
of jerking off we caressed each others dicks with our feet until we dozed
off.

Some of my friends had dads that walked around naked (never when their mom
was at home) but mine was the only one who was always naked at home. And
the few friends I had that told me that they like walking around their
houses naked I invited for sleepovers (and jackoff sessions if they were in
the mood and since a regular topic of conversation was sex if you weren't
in the mood chances were you soon would be after 10 minutes of talk
involving everything leading up to and including shooting a load).

One buddy was so stoked he stripped in the car when his dad dropped him off
at my house for the night grinning from ear to ear when we opened the door
and saw him naked as the day he was born. His name was Dick but everyone
called him Boner because he was hard all the time. To tell the truth most
of us were but Boner was one of the few guys who never wore underwear (he
would proudly announce to one and all that he had a lot of meat that needed
more room than underwear could provide), his one concession was to wear a
jock to gym class otherwise at least half his meat would be on display due
to the high cut of the shorts) so I had seen him naked at least five days a
week in the locker room when we would change for wrestling practice or gym
and never tired of seeing his swinging dick for a few seconds before he
stuffed it in a jock or placed it across the top of thigh in his wrestling
singlet. I was excited that now we would get to hang around all night
naked, watch tv and talk about whatever came up. Boner's eyes lit up when
he met my dad and his dick plumped up a little when they shook hands.

During a commercial dad asked us how wrestling practice was going and if we
had learned anything new and when we said we had he asked us to show him.
Boner and I looked at each other, grinned and immediately got down in the
middle of the floor and showed him everything we had learned which caused
us to rub our dicks all over each other pretty much constantly and all that
struggling produced quite a heady mixture of precum and sweat that
permeated the room and had a predictable effect on dad too, he was rock
hard and leaking precum like me and Boner. After showing the last technique
we lay entwined exhausted both of us staring at dad's hard leaking dick. I
got an idea and moved right under my dads feet and motioned for Boner to
join me. Dad put one his feet on each of hard dicks and the feeling was so
out of this world that without even thinking about it I reached over and
pinched one of Boner's nipples which caused him to moan and squirm even
more than he already was. Rubbing my feet against Boner's while my dad was
getting us both off with his feet got me and Boner off in just a couple of
strokes and we both coated our chest with hot cum at the same time as dad
blasted both of us with his superman load. Years later I still rub one out
thinking of that night.

The End.

If this made you hard and/or cum feel free to let me know.