Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 05:20:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: gooddadsboyjeff@yahoo.com
Subject: "Shave and Shower" {gooddadsboyjeff@yahoo.com (MB inc) [ ]

"Shave and Shower" {gooddadsboyjeff@yahoo.com} (MB inc) [ ]

Hello fellow Nifty readers.  This is my first story I am writing for
Nifty....after years of reading other stories and experiences from fellow
writers, I am relieved to know that I am not alone.  Remember to donate to
NIFTY so that this forum of writers can be maintained and remain.

I just want to state that the following story is fiction and has never
happened between myself and my father, but I wish it did.  I do not approve
of sexual acts which involve minors.  NIFTY is a great place to share
stories and I have always wanted to share this fantasy of mine, which sadly
never took place, but who knows?  My father is still alive and no matter
the ages, the joy and love between a Father and his Son is eternal....but I
am 40 and my sexy Father is 70 years old.

I can't remember the first time I had my gay inclinations or feelings.  I
do remember having a crush on my 4th grade teacher...who is still hot after
all these years.  He was about 23 years old when I first saw him that late
August morning as he introduced himself as my teacher.  Little did either
of us know just how much I would be taught by him.  If the class was having
problems with any of our classwork, he would walk between our desks....and
I remember how he would get down on on knee, beside my desk, and try to
help me with my difficulties.  Little did he know that his aftershave,
(which was the same as my Dad's OLD SPICE aftershave), was not only a
distraction, but also an aphrodisiac to my learning as an adolescent
male....a young boy who was slowly growing into another world...the world
of being a sexually active, young and steadily horny gay male.

I just naturally grew into my homosexual feelings, but kept them to myself.
I remember, when I was only 6 or 7 years old, that my father, before he
would shower, would always strip naked and shave his face.  I would happen
to see my father always nude because he would always leave the bathroom
door open so I could see my sexy, hairy, hunk of a Dad leaning up against
the formica counter top.  I couldn't see his cock, but I could see the
beautiful curvature of his muscular back, his butt, and his muscular
thighs....which are exactly like mine today.  His nipples though have
always been darker and larger than mine....his are REAL Man nipples-the
size of quarters.  If anything, that is the only difference between Father
and Son.

I also noticed, easily, that my Dad was extremely hairy, not just on his
chest, but also on his thighs and calves and a bit on his ass.  I was so
proud of him, and still am, because of his relaxed attitude as he just
stood there, with the radio on to the local country music station, leaning
up and pushing his Dad muscle and balls (which made me) up against the
counter top of the sink.

The sink water was running as he was lifting his chin, running the razor
against his neck, and then tapping the razor against the sink to clean it
out.  If I was lucky, I would be in the hallway just as he stood tall and
naked and grabbed the towel from the counter, to dry his face, so I could
catch a glimpse of his slender and lengthy Dad muscle at the bottom of his
masculine, hairy Daddy chest.  I noticed that he was very hairy too on his
balls, and I wondered and hoped, that I too would eventually be as dark and
hairy as he was.

I have always wanted to be like my Dad....who I enjoy calling my "Daddy"
when we talk to each other (even though I am 40 years old now) because his
chest was so hairy all over, his legs were so hairy and muscular, and his
arms...both biceps and forearms...have always been harry and thicker than
mine.  How I wish just to be held, today and now always, by my "Daddy"
against his chest and held tight by his arms and to feel his warmth and
hear his heartbeat as I fall asleep.  I have always wanted to be like him,
and thought that when I came "out" that he wouldn't want anything to do
with me.  I even went into the military, like him, to impress him.  Even
now, I ask my Dad to call me "Jeffy" because it reinforces, to me, that I
will always be his "little boy." Military or not, I know that my Father
loves me and that he is proud of me today.  I have also thought that
perhaps, I am not only like my Dad physically, but what if I am like my Dad
mentally?  It has always been my hope and wish that we are both alike in so
many ways....I am created from his sperm, and if that be true, perhaps my
feelings and emotions are the same as my Dad's?  Perhaps, I will never
know.

Who doesn't, as a good Boy or Son, look up to their Father or Dad?  I
did....even though we were very Fundamental Christian...and still are.  I
was hoping that my Dad might have noticed that I was looking at him and
comparing my body to his as he was shaving.  I would have done anything to
service my Father....kiss his feet, stroke his calves, kiss his thighs,
look deep into his eyes as I sniff closer and closer to my Dad's masculine
equipment which made me.  How I wish to taste and swallow the same seed
from my Dad which made me. He didn't say whether I noticed if I was looking
at him or not....but he always used OLD SPICE aftershave and that scent,
the same one my 4th grade teacher uses, has always enhanced my gay sexual
identity...and provided me with a lot of jacking-off fantasies for me.
Only fantasies which have never come true for me.

Dad had, and still has, such a beefy body....an extremely hairy body...and
an incredibly muscular body from the farm work he has done over the
years.....which I see is where I have received my body from.  He has a bit
of a tummy, like me, but I don't mind...he is still my real-life Daddy and
I will always be his obedient Son.  Now, every time I look into the
bathroom mirror and look at my body....whether my cock is hard, erect, and
pre-cumming....or laying between my hairy balls, I can only think back to
those younger days of seeing my Dad in the bathroom, shaving as I compare
my body to his.  As I do, I close my eyes as I reach to my nipples with one
hand, and down to my cock and balls with the other, and massage them as I
picture myself sneaking a glance at my Father, my Daddy, who is naked and
shaving....and setting an example for me, on not only how to shave, but
also how to stand naked, proud, and unashamed as a man....and as his
forever Son.

Nowadays, I shave my face, as I am in the shower, and with that steam-heat,
I will wipe that shaving cream off of my face and smear it onto my shaft
and cock and around around my asshole....and spend time, by myself, taking
time to shave both areas smooth and clean.  I wish that my Dad was there to
meet me in my bathroom, so we could shave each other's face.  I also long
for when my Dad could stand behind me, wrap his arms around me, and kiss me
deeply to reaffirm to me, his Son, that my intimate feelings for him are
also shared by the one who has given me birth.  Afterwards, after he has
started the shower and stepped in...I step in and join him.  Father and
Son, together in love, hugging and kissing and holding each other tight,
before we shave each other clean and smooth, completely, for what is yet to
come. Both of us, with soap lather over us both, and our hands and bodies
wrapping each other under the hot and steamy shower spray. As he comes
behind me and tells me to face the wall, I can feel his soapy fingers
parting my ass cheeks and entering my tight Son hole.  Whispering me to
relax, I obey him and feel one, two, then three fingers enter me.  My Daddy
is in control...and I know that I must be totally prepared for him.  The
"extra shower head attachment with hose" is taken apart in front of me and
Daddy shows me what the true purpose of it is for.  I am completely under
my Daddy's control because that is where I want to be..and no place else.
As I feel the hose closer and closer to my hole, I look back at my Daddy
and give him my approving moan as he commands me to submit.

This is my first story for Nifty so I hope you like it.  I am sorry if I go
between 2nd person or 3rd person or 4th person narratives....  I am great
at English, I am just not that great when I am so horny and anxious to
write down this story for all of you and trying to get it all down
perfectly.  I have been wanting to do this for a long time because of all
the fantastic stories which I have read from all of you and have enjoyed to
no end and I wanted to contribute my part.

There is always more....let me know if you would like to hear more.  My
address is Gooddadsboyjeff@yahoo.com so let me know what you think.