Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 15:27:23 -0000
From: dgg <dgg@cwgsy.net>
Subject: Shaving Dad  (Gay, Incest, Adult/Youth, WS)

Fiction

Hi, I'm Paul and I'm nearly 11, I wanted to tell you about my Dad and I and
what happened recently.

My Dad has a workshop for his woodwork hobby, he makes all sorts of things,
often to-order.  I think he must be really good at it as there are always
new things he's being asked to make.  I'm not supposed to go into the
workshop when he's not around because of all the sharp tools, he says.  I
do though because I love to look at what he's making.  I guess I idolise
him a bit. Ever since Mum left us a couple of years ago I have been drawn
really close to him, he seems to like me around him too, he's always giving
me a hug or ruffling my hair. Best of all though is when I get to sit on
his lap and rest my head on his chest which is smooth and firm.  Most
evenings he only wears boxers and once I've had my bath I copy suit and
lounge around in my briefs.  So getting on his lap is really nice because
my skin is touching his all over, well nearly.  It makes me feel so nice
inside.

My Dad is 31 and handsome (well I would say that, but others do too), he
keeps in shape mainly by cycling and swimming and I like to join him on
those pursuits when I can. I've seen him naked loads of times in the pool
changing rooms and showers and I always seem to be drawn to staring at his
body. I love his penis its thick and floppy with a little bunch of foreskin
gathered at its tip.  It makes my willy go hard when I see him naked, he
doesn't comment though so I don't get embarassed, I just sort of ignore
it. I've seen lots of other naked men too at the pool, but they don't
affect me that way.  What I have noticed though is that compared to other
men, Dad's willy seems to be a bit bigger than average and he has very
little pubic hair in comparison.  I have come to the conclusion that he
must cut it short.  I have also come to the conclusion that I don't like
body hair and don't want any when I get older.

There's a wooden box in the workshop, obviously made by my Dad.  I guess
one day it'll be put on legs and made into a sort of cabinet.  I want to
see inside it but it has no handles, no key hole, nothing obvious.  I've
been looking at this cabinet for a while now, really perplexed by it.  One
day recently I got out a stool and climbed up to see if there was anything
along the top edge.  I studied it but on first inspection found nothing.
Then I carefully ran my fingers along the top edge and I found a small
section which felt different.  I looked closely and it just looked like
another section of wood. I pressed it and it moved, but nothing else
happened, so I pressed it hard and 'click' the front of the box popped open
a little.  I got off the stool and set it to one side.

Rather gingerly I opened the front, it opened smoothly and easily. Inside
was a couple of shelves on which was stack of magazines and a large
envelope.  I took the first magazine from the pile which was slightly above
my eye-level, and was amazed to see that it was a nudist magazine. I turned
the pages one by one and studied the pictures.  There were men, women and
children out in the open, naked, enjoying the sun.  I was envious, it
looked wonderful.  I didn't bother reading the articles, I was just
interested in the pictures. My eyes were particularly drawn to the penises,
both the mens and the boys, I seemed to have no interest in the female
anatomy at all.  I felt my own penis getting hard. I rubbed it a bit
through my shorts, it felt good.  Toward the end of the magazine there was
a page with a corner turned over.  On that was page was two pictures of a
man, not dissimilar to my Dad and a boy about my age.  I immediately took
them to be father and son. The first one had them playing a ball game, and
I studied both their penises closely. I realised that the man had no pubic
hair at all and I liked the way it looked, I'd never considered that a man
might shave down there as well as his face, but he clearly had and I
thought it looked great, I wondered what it felt like.

The next one picture the boy sitting on his Dad's lap and leaning back
against his chest.  The caption read "Father and Son, Special Time".  I was
moved by the picture, I so wanted it to be me and my Dad. The boy had his
legs draped either side over his Dads, his testicles hung down a bit like
mine in their smooth skin bag.  His penis was sticking out, it wasn't fully
hard but it was getting there. It looked about three inches long, rather
like mine.  Beneath was his father's penis, it was pressed up to the
underside of his son's balls with his own two hefty balls hanging down
behind. I looked back at the first picture and then returned to the second,
the Dad's penis was definitely much bigger in the second picture.  I
studied it closely.  I could see that at the end of his penis at the 'eye'
was a teardrop of clear fluid. I wondered if it was wee and wished there
was a third picture of him peeing. That's another thing, I really like
watching men while they are peeing. Recently I have found myself trying to
get a look at men's penises while they peed in the toilets at the pool or
the toilets at the local shops.  Everytime I go to the shops I go into the
toilets and stand by the urinal trough and wait, my stiffie between my
fingers, pretending I am going to pee. I came to the conclusion though that
the father must have at least a partial stiffie.

I just kept staring at this picture wistfully, studying the father and son
enjoying close conact. My eyes kept going back to their penises though,
obviously they were both aroused by their bodily contact.

I wondered what the father's penis would look like fully hard.  I've never
seen a man's penis hard.  I've seen a couple of teen ones at the pool
though.  I wondered why Dad had turned the corner of that page of the
magazine.  Maybe he also wanted to be the man in the picture.  I picked up
the second magazine and it was similar, portraying family nudism. There
were a couple of photos which I really liked so I studied the penises in
them carefully. I took the next magazine which was a different size. The
text looked like it was German.  The pictures in this one were much better
quality with quite a few solo shots of men and boys and they got in much
closer so I could study the penises better. I was a bit disappointed that
there were no father and son shots.  But I knew that my time was running
out so I put the magazines back in the right order closed the box and went
back into the house.  The evening was a normal one but I couldn't help
thinking about the magazines I'd seen and some of the pictures were burned
into my mind.

Having both bathed we were on the sofa, both in our underwear as usual and
I climbed on my Dad's lap.  He hugged me close and I put my head on his
chest while we watched TV. I wished we could have been doing it naked.  I
said "Dad, why to we have to wear our undies when we're sitting here."  He
said, "I don't know really, I guess its just that we are all conditioned by
our parents to cover up our privates." I replied, "But why Dad, we see each
other naked at the pool so why can't we be naked sitting here."  He said,
"Do you enjoy being naked then?"  I replied quickly, "Yes, I wish I never
had to wear clothes."  He was quiet for a while and said, "Some people live
what is called a naturist lifestyle, where they try to be naked most of the
time, there are clubs, holiday camps and beaches all dedicated to that way
of life."  I pondered for a moment and said "Have you ever been to one of
those?".  Clearly he was thinking about his words before he spoke, but he
said "I've been to a nudist beach when I was younger and before I was
married and I wanted to go again with your mother but she wouldn't, she
thought public nudity was a rude thing."

I asked "What was it like being on a nudist beach Dad, did it feel odd not
wearing anything?".  He said, "It felt the most natural thing in the world,
I felt liberated by it, I loved it."  I said "I wish we could go to one Dad
but I'd be embarassed by my willy getting hard in public."  He said "All
boy's willies get hard occasionally and mostly they can do nothing about
it, nobody on a nudist beach would be phased by that at all."  I said "Do
men's willies get hard on a nudist beach too?"  He replied "Some do, but
normally adult guys try to be discreet about it because nudism is supposed
to be non-sexual and when a man has a hard-on it's possible that some
people might think he's there for sexual reasons rather than naturism."  I
said "I bet it feels nice though."  He laughed and said, "I suppose it
does, some guys get turned on by being naked and showing off their bits,
they are called exhibitionists, some people just get turned on by being
naked."  I said "Did your willy get hard on the beach?"  He was very quiet
for a bit then said "Well to be honest, yes it did, and I got embarassed
and sat down to hide it, then, when it had calmed down I dashed into the
water for a while and everything was quickly back to normal."  After a
short silence while I was thinking about what I wanted to say, I said "I'd
like to be a naturist Dad, when you aren't around I run around the house
naked, sometimes I go in the back garden in the nuddy too".  He laughed and
said "You are amazing and so much like me, when I'm here alone I go around
naked and I also like to go out into the garden like that too when I can."
I was about to continue when Dad told me it was getting late and it was
time for bed.  I was a bit frustrated. I think he used it as an excuse to
get off the subject.

The next evening before Dad got home from work, I explored the magazines
again working my way systematically though the pile. I was anxious to keep
them in the same order.  Most were of the type I had already seen but one
called "Totally Nude" had nothing but pictures of either adults who had
shaved off their body hair or youngsters who hadn't started growing it yet,
many pictures contained combinations of adults and youngsters. I was
enthralled by this magazine, I just loved the smooth bodies.  As I dug
deeper I discovered another magazine called "Smoothies" and it had much the
same sort of material in it, but toward the back there were several pages
dedicated to shaving techniques. I skipped the pictures of women being
shaved and studied the men. One man was being shaved by another man and the
second man held the first man's penis while he did it, as the pictures
progressed the man being shaved was getting harder and harder and his penis
was leaking out some clear fluid from its slit. The final pictured showed
the shaved man cleaned off and totally erect with the second man kneeling
by him. His face was only inches away and it looked like he wanted to lick
the big stiff penis in front of him. I thought that if it were me, I would
lick it, but I didn't know why.  But again, my time had run out and I went
back into the house.

We had our tea and bathed and I decided to be bold so I went back
downstairs naked.  After Dad had bathed he came down in his boxers, I was
really disappointed.  He looked at me and said "So you've decided that you
are a naturist then."  I replied, "Yes, I've made my mind up that I'm never
going to wear clothes if I don't have to, but what about you Dad, I thought
you were going to come down naked too.  He said, "I don't know, I'm still
not sure that you and I should be cuddling naked on the sofa."  I said "But
that's silly Dad, we cuddle nearly naked all the time, its not all that
different."  He said "But it is, at the moment there's a decency barrier to
remind me of the boundaries, I'm not sure I'm ready to lose that." I
continued badgering him but he wouldn't relent.  We cuddled on the sofa
like normal and I ended up on his lap.  His arm was across my tummy and I
could feel my stiffy prodding the underside of his arm, but he said
nothing.  Underneath me I could feel the bulge of his man bits against my
bottom, they seemed fuller some how, more noticable than normal. All too
soon it was time for bed, as I got up to leave I kissed him on the lips (I
always do) and stepped away. I looked down at his shorts and the bulge was
certainly much bigger than normal. In bed, I layed there for ages fiddling
with my stiff willy, dreaming of my Dad and I naked on the Sofa all cuddled
together.

The next afternoon I returned to the workshop and studied more of the
magazines, I found more with some page corners turned, on every one was a
picture or pictures of a man and boy, in various situations, none though
were as good as the first ones I'd found.  I started looking at the small
ads in the back of some of the magazines, just curious to see what people
said, most were just trying to meet like-minded people or get information
about beaches or resorts.  Some intreagued me as they were 'looking for
fun' and I wondered what they meant. As I went through the magazines I
found one with an advert which had been circled, it read "Single father
with young son seeks similar to explore naturism, body shaving, and naked
friendship."  I was puzzled, why did Dad circle this advert?, could it have
been his advert? I wondered.  My time was out and I went back into the
house just in time for Dad's return.  He suggested that we went on a bike
ride and that excited me, it meant I would see my Dad in his lycra cycling
shorts which left nothing to the imagination.  I loved to cycle behind him
and study his hard bum too.  He went to his room to change and I went to my
room and got naked.  I walked in on him naked with his shorts in his hand,
but before he put them on I went to him and put my arms around him and
hugged him.  I could feel his penis pressed against my tummy.  I held him
tight with my hands resting on his bottom.  He returned the hug and said
"Hey, what's this for."  and I replied, "Its just because I love you Daddy
and I wanted to feel my skin against yours." He kissed my head and said,
"You are sweet, come on let's get going".  As we parted I looked at his
penis, it was bigger than usual, but not hard at all.  He hurredly pulled
on his lycra shorts and adjusted his penis so it laid to one side.  It
certainly looked bigger than normal.  He said "Come on, don't dawdle you
need to get your shorts on, you can't go biking like that." I looked down
and my willy was totally stiff, I replied, "I wish I could."  He laughed
and said "Maybe one day".  I ran to my room and pulled on my lycra shorts.
My stiffie pointed upwards.  I quickly slipped on my shoes and shirt and
went back to meet Dad on the landing.  His tee-shirt came down nearly to
the level of his penis, but not quite, I could still see it lying
horizontally, and I was convinced that it was even bigger still.  I think
he realised I was staring at it an he hurried me down the stairs and out to
the garage where we collected our bikes.

We had a great ride, really long and did some country tracks too.  When we
were out in the middle of nowhere Dad pulled off the road onto a bridle way
and I followed.  A couple of minutes along the track he stopped and
dismounted.  I copied.  He rested his bike to one side and I did too. He
climbed over a gate into a meadow and I followed.  He sat on the grass and
I sat beside him. He put his arm around me and hugged me to him and said
"Isn't this wonderful."  I agreed and was totally happy, but I thought I'd
try something out.  I said "I'm going to get naked and enjoy the nature".
He didn't comment. so I got up and shucked my shirt and shorts.  Dad only
took off his shirt. I said, "Come on Dad you get naked too, let's take a
walk around the meadow in the nuddy".  He seemed hesitant but I pestered
him.  He slipped off his shorts. He held my hand and we walked, it was the
best feeling I've ever had.  I kept taking sideways glances at his penis
and balls as we walked, I just loved the way they bounced around.  I
realised then that I wanted to touch them, very much.  My willy got stiff.
We stopped at the far side of the meadow to admire the view and I put my
arm around his waist and said.  "This feels so fantastic Dad."  He replied,
"Yes, its amazing isn't it, I'd forgotten how liberating being nude out in
the open country could feel."  I turned and wrapped myself around him in a
hug.  Nothing was said, we just hugged.  I could feel his penis against my
tummy and I held tight.  He ruffled my hair and said "Does doing this make
you happy?"  I replied, "Daddy, I feel so happy I could cry" and then I
did, I sobbed against him and he held me.  After a few minutes, I had
calmed down and looked up at him, his eyes were wet too.  He said "I love
you so very much Pauly." I squeezed him. We stayed hugging for quite a
while and I was sure that I could feel that my Dad's penis had swollen.

I released my hug and stepped back, his penis was indeed bigger and it
seemed to be rising.  He tried to turn away and I said "Don't Dad, please
just let it happen, I feel brilliant standing here with a stiffie, you will
too."  He said "I'm sure I will Paul, but it isn't right that a father gets
aroused in front of his son."  I said "Thats silly Dad, you told me that
stiffies were a natural thing."  He was quiet and his penis was rising
more, he said "Our secret?", I said "Sure Dad, let's just enjoy feeling so
good."  We started walking back hand in hand, my Dad's hard penis pointed
forward and bounced as we walked I couldn't take my eyes off it, it seemed
huge to me.  The head looked like it was trying to push its way out of his
foreskin. All too soon we were back to the gate and our disgarded clothes.
His penis was less hard but still much bigger than normal.  Before he could
dress I wrapped myself around him again. His penis felt hot against me. I
loved it.  He ruffled my hair again and said "Doesn't seem like you can get
enough of me today son."  I said "I can't Dad, I want to be touching you
all the time."  He went quiet.  I could feel his penis getting fully stiff
against me.  I looked up at him and he smiled, he said "Our Secret".  I
nodded and he lent down and kissed my lips softly. We dressed in silence,
my eyes remained fixed on his manhood throughout.

Our cycle home was enjoyable, going through some country lanes I'd never
seen before.  All the time I studied my Dad's hard buttocks, wrapped in
skin-tight lycra.  I was so in awe of him.  We got home and stowed the
bikes before heading for a shower.  He said that I should go first, but I
said "Hey Dad let's shower together, It'll be nice."  He said "Maybe, but I
need to start getting a meal ready or we'll be eating at midnight."  I felt
quite deflated but headed for the bathroom.  As I showered I thought about
what I had seen this evening, Dad naked and hard, it aroused me.  I thought
about our bodies pressed together with his partially stiff penis pressed
against me.  I soaped and rubbed my willy feeling great but disappointed
that it was not my Dad's hand doing it. After I'd dried I went downstairs,
naked.  He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my still stiff
willy.  After a few moments he seemed to suddenly break away from his
thoughts and said that dinner was in the oven and he was going up for a
shower.  I said "Dad, please don't wear your boxers, let't be naturists
tonight."  He said "I'll think about it while I'm showering."

A few minutes later I heard him moving around overhead and the floor creak
in the bathroom.  I don't know what possessed me but I wanted to watch him
shower.  Knowing that he rarely shut the bathroom door tightly, I knew that
I stood a chance.  After a few minutes deliberation, I went upstairs as
quietly as I could and crept along to the bathroom door.  It wasn't
properly closed. I could hear the shower running.  I peeked through the
crack in the door and pushed it open a little bit more, I could see him
quite clearly in the shower. He was soaped all over but was concentrating
on his penis.  It was stiff and he was sliding his hand up and down it
vigourously. I could see his foreskin rolling on and off the head, it was
magnificent. His rubbing seemed to be getting faster and although he was
groaning I'm sure I heard him say "Oh Pauly" as spurts of white stuff shot
out of the eye of his penis and all over the glass, it must have shot five
or six times.  I was amazed. I'd heard about semen from males impregnating
females at school, but I never imagined it would be like that. All the time
I was rubbing my stiffie and felt really tingly.  Then he just stood under
the shower letting the water run over him.  Rivulets of water ran along his
subsiding penis and off the end.  It looked like he was peeing.  But then
he did start peeing, his pee was washing the semen from the glass, but then
he did something that surprised me, he pushed away the shower head and
point his penis up his stomach so that a fountain of pee was raining on his
chest and stomach.  He rubbed it into himself and then most amazingly
licked his hand.  I was stunned.  He then turned to the nozzle back to
himself and began to rinse off.  I crept away.

He came down naked and without a word attended to our meal.  I set the
table while he was serving up and nothing was said about our nudity, but I
couldn't help stealing glances at his penis.  After our meal we settled on
the sofa, as usual, the TV was on and after all the newsy stuff which Dad
liked to watch he suggested that we caught up with a movie that we had
recorded. We soon got into it and I was by Dad's side on the sofa.  I
gradually snuggled into him and he put his arm around me. I kept looking
down at his bits, studying them. I so much wanted to explore them with my
hands. As the drama progressed it got quite tense and I climbed up onto
Dad's lap. He wrapped his arms around me and it felt wonderful. I could
feel his penis against my bum and it gave me a stiffie. It made me think of
that picture of the father and son. Later in the movie there was a love
scene and some partial nudity, I felt Dad's willy stiffen against my
bottom. I turned my head up toward him and said "That feels nice".  He
smiled at me and kissed me softly on the forehead saying very quietly "Yes,
it does." before directing my attention back toward the film.  His penis
stayed firm for quite a long time, eventually though it softened, much to
my disappointment.  Finally the film was over and it was past my bed-time.
I lent back and kissed dad softly on the lips and his ran his hands down
the length of my body as I stretched. I said "Being naked is the best Dad."
to which he responded, "Yes it feels pretty good doesn't it, but that
doesn't mean its not time for bed."  I giggled and got off his lap.  I
looked at his penis one more time and the end was wet. I lent in to kiss
him on the lips and held the kiss a bit longer than normal. He looked into
my eyes and there was something there which was different, he broke away
and said "off to bed you".

The next day after school after I had gotten out of my uniform I went to
the workshop and straight to the magazines.  I turned through the pages of
the remaining ones and was disappointed that I'd got to the bottom of the
pile.  Then I remembered the envelope and carefully lifted it out, it was
quite light and at first I thought it empty. Inside there was a couple of
smaller envelopes, which I took out.  I lifted out the first one, which was
addressed to Dad and clearly posted recently.  Inside the envelope was a
letter, inside which was a couple of photos.  The photos were of a man and
boy, both naked and posed. The man looked nice and probably in his early
thirties, his pubic hair had been shaved. The boy looked a little bit older
than me. I opened the letter, which was dated about a month ago and read
it, it went.....


Dear James,

Thank you for replying to our advertisement and enclosing the picture of
yourself. If you don't mind me saying, you're a handsome guy and if your
son has inherited your good looks, he's a lucky boy indeed. We'd love to
see a picture of you both - naked.

I appreciate that this is all new for you and that you and your son don't
yet enjoy naturism together, I expect though, from what you say, that it
won't be too long before you do.  Perhaps you'd like to hear about my son
and I.

I won't bore you now about how I ended up a single parent, that can all
come later, if you decide that we could be friends. I'm 34 and my son,
Jamie, is just turned 13, puberty hasn't kicked in yet, all that's still to
come. Jamie doesn't want it to come ever because he hates body hair, that's
why I got into body shaving really.

I've been a secret nudist for ever and have bathed with my son ever since
he was born, we both enjoy that a whole lot, always have.  After his mother
left the wannabe nudist in me was liberated (well, gradually, at least). As
Jamie got older I introduced him to nudity around the house and he loved
it, just like me. We now spend most of our time naked at home. We have a
private garden so when the weather's good we sunbathe nude outside too and
we've just installed a hot tub outside too which we really enjoy together
or with friends (hint, hint).  I've taken my son to a couple of nude
beaches and he loves it, perhaps even more than I.  We've made a few
naturist acquaintances through a local nude swimming group, but to be
honest, nice as they are, they aren't quite what we're looking for, we
really need a father and son couple just like us with whom we'd have so
much more in common. Its difficult to explain to others how our
relationship feels, even to naturists. Ideally we want to find a father and
son team like us and socialise naked together and go to nude beaches
together, we'd also like to arrange a naturist holiday with such a couple
to somewhere like Le Cap d'Agde.

So, James, if you like the sound and look of us, please do respond.

Yours hopefully, Michael


I was excited and then anxious to find out what was in the next letter. The
envelope was in the same handwriting so I knew it was from Michael. I
opened it. A picture was enclosed of Michael and his son, they were naked
and on a beach somewhere, lying cuddled together on a big beach blanket.
Jamie had his head on his father's tummy and appeared to be looking at his
Dad's penis, which was lying across his thigh. When I compared it to the
first picture, it was certainly a lot bigger. Jamie's penis was pressed up
to his father's thigh, although it couldn't be seen fully, it looked like
it was stiff.


The letter read....


Dear James,

Thank you for your reply, which Jamie and I were really delighted to
receive.  Your idea is a good one, yes indeed we would be pleased to
introduce you to the nude swimming group that would be a great way for us
to get to know each other.  Looking at your address, it would appear that
we are equi-distant from the pool where the group meets, which is in Benton
at the municipal pool.  The swim meet is at 7pm on the first Wednesday of
each month, so when you feel you are ready, just let me know and we can
make proper plans.  As you can see my phone number is at the top, so feel
free to call if you want to chat or make some plans.

I understand your concern anbout getting an erection in front of your son,
but you should not worry, really.  Enclosed is another picture of us which
was taken last summer.  You'll notice that Jamie seems to be focussed on my
cock, it never seems to ceases amaze him how a man's cock can change in
size so much!  When he was younger he didn't seem to notice if I got a
stiffie, even if he was sitting on my lap at the time which was fortunate
because I used to be really worried about that and it seemed to happen a
lot.  Over the last couple of years though, such inhibitions have gone and
me getting a stiffie in front of him is now just a matter of fascination
for him. I guess its curiosity, but it might be more. It doesn't trouble me
at all now.

As I mentioned before, Jamie's dislike for body hair was an instigator in
me taking up body shaving.  I'd always kept everything trimmed short
before, but when we met a guy at the swimming group who was totally shaved
Jamie commented how much he liked the look, so I took it up properly.  Over
time and at his request, Jamie has learned to shave me.  It was a bit
awkward at first as I kept springing a stiffie (I do find it quite an
erotic procedure), but we learned to accept that as all being a fun part of
the deal. He now shaves me most of the time and is not at all shy about
handling my hard cock in the process.

We really do hope that you want us to meet and hopefully we'll hear from
you before too long.

With very best wishes Michael & Jamie

p.s. If it would help, Jamie would be delighted to share his fellings about
nudism with your son, either by letter or by phone.


I was so excited to discover that Dad was contemplating joining a nude
swimming group and even more so that Dad had found a guy to relate to, even
to talk about stiffies like that was amazing. In my mind I knew I must
encourage Dad toward joining the swimming group and meeting up with Michael
& Jamie.

I was already naked when Dad got home and when he walked in he chuckled and
said "Wow, couldn't get those clothes off fast enough eh."  I nodded and
ran into his arms for a hug.  He squeezed me tight and kissed my head, he
ran his hands all down my back and squeezed my buttocks.  He then said
"Well nudie boy, how do you fancy nipping to the pool for a quick swim
before dinner?"  I was excited by the idea, as I always am, and said I'd go
and put our swimming things together.  He released my and I ran upstairs to
get our swimming kit. When we got to the pool we changed quickly and
entered the pool, it was quiet, which I liked.  Dad and I quickly got into
swimming lengths of the pool, timing ourselves.  We love racing up and down
like that.  Dad's a much stronger swimmer than I and I just let him plough
ahead.  After about 15 minutes we stopped for a breather and I wrapped my
arms around Dad's neck and hugged him.  He held me tight.  Calculatingly, I
said to him, "I wish we could swim naked" he thought for a moment and said
"it is possible, there are nude swimming groups, would you really like to
try it."  I kissed his mouth and said "Oh Dad I would just love it."  He
said "You don't think you'll get embarassed, there would be women and
children there?"  I shook my head and said "No I won't, I'd probably prefer
it if it was just guys, but please let's try it Dad."  He said "Ok then,
I'll make some enquiries."  He kissed my lips and said, "Just a few more
lengths then and we'll be off, I'm getting hungry."  I agreed and we
recommenced our lengths.

Ten minutes later we were in the changing room and rather than showering
with my trunks on, which was the norm, I dropped them on the bench and went
across the changing room naked toward the showers, I was pleased to see
that Dad copied me.  There was nobody else in the showers and as we soaped
up I asked Dad to wash me.  He did and I just loved the feeling of his
hands sliding over my body.  My willy was stiff immediately.  As he washed
my bottom I felt his fingers slide over my anus, it made me gasp with
pleasure.  He did it again, this time wiggling his fingers a bit.  It felt
awesome.  He avoided touching my stiffie, so I washed it myself, I slid my
foreskin right back and rubbed my soapy fingers over the head, I made a
deliberate show of it.  He stopped washing me and I looked down at his
penis, it was half hard.  I wanted to touch it and said "Do you want me to
wash you too?"  I was disappointed that he said "No its okay, I'm alright
thanks, we ought to get moving".  We walked over to the bench where our
clothes were and began to dry.  I couldn't help but keep looking at his
penis, which had stayed in the same state.  I wanted to touch it so much.

A couple of nights later I was sitting with Dad on the sofa and he said
"I've made contact with one of the members of a nude swimming group and if
you still want to do it we can go next Wednesday evening and give it a
try."  I was so excited I couldn't hide it and my willy got stiff at the
thought.  Dad looked down at it and said "Well there's a good indication of
your feelings" and chuckled.  I climbed on his lap and kissed his lips.  I
manoevered myself so I was sitting astride him and my stiffie pressed into
his stomach.  I put my arms around his neck and hugged myself to him.  His
hands stroked my back and my buttocks.  I was in heaven. I felt something
warm and firm pushing up between my buttocks and realised that Dad had got
a stiffie too.  I murmered "Mmm Dad that feels so nice."  He didn't say
anything, just carried on stroking me.  After a while I sat up and could
feel the full length of his hot penis between my buttocks.  I kissed his
lips again and held the kiss a bit longer.  He broke away and said "Slow
down Pauly."  I wasn't sure what he meant.  I looked into his eyes and said
"But I love you Dad and I feel so good."  He smiled at me and said "And of
course I love you too, more than you could know, but we still have to
remember that we are father and son. If anyone even knew that we were
sitting like this, with me in a state of arousal, I could go to prison." I
replied "But nobody would ever know, I won't say anything."  He said "I
need to speak with the guy at the swimming group, he has a son too and
it'll help me to know how he deals with stuff like this."  I said "will his
son be coming to the pool too?" Dad said "Yes he will. I think it'll also
be good for you to have a friend with whom you can share your feelings
about all this."

We cuddled like that for ages until I started to drop off to sleep.  Dad
carried me up to bed and as I looked at him while he was tucking me in I
saw that the end of his penis was all wet.  I just knew that I wanted to
lick it, I didn't know why.  I said "Why is your willy all wet" He sat down
and stroked my hair and said "When a man gets aroused his body secretes a
clear fluid which is supposed to act as a lubricant in love making, women
make similar secretions also."  I accepted his explanation an must have
drifted off to sleep.


A second chapter will follow soon.

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Links to my other stories can be found in the Prolific Authors section,
under 'DGG', thanks for reading and for your messages.

David


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