Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 10:54:01 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripped with Dad - Part 2

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So after being forced at gunpoint to strip naked with my dad and then
having to hike along a country road and ending up jerking off together, we
got the car to a mechanic and walked over to a motel.

"Let me get that shirt back, son. I'll go in and get us a room."

I pulled his wrinkly T-shirt off, handed it to him, and waited around in
just a pair of gym shorts and socks. Nobody came along. I saw a truck drive
down the road, and then Dad came back with a key. We opened our motel room
door, and it felt like reaching home base.

The place was alright. It could've been a lot worse. I took a piss, and
when I came out, Dad was sitting on one of the beds. "In the morning, I'll
check in with the garage and see if there's someplace close to go buy some
clothes for us and some breakfast. You can sleep in. I hope you don't have
a test tomorrow or anything."

"No, I only have one class tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, good. Should we hit the hay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

We washed up a little and then got into our beds and turned the lights
off. Then Dad got up and took off his shirt and threw it onto the
chair. Then we were just lying there for a while in the dark on our backs,
the position of being not tired. We stared at the ceiling and pretty soon
we started talking.

There's something about trying to go to sleep with someone else around that
makes you just want to talk instead. Sleep-overs, summer camp, college, the
army, camping, whatever it is, you just end up whispering stuff or cracking
jokes instead of falling asleep.

"That sure was crazy."

"Yeah, I'm still kind of wound up from it."

"I've never been so thankful to see a motel before in my life. I'm glad
it's not a shit hole."

I had never heard my dad be so casual about cursing before. I guess I only
really knew him in a Dad role.

"Yeah, I thought we were going to end up sleeping naked in the car."

"That would have been fun to explain to some cop!" Dad laughed.

"Thanks for keeping some clothes in your trunk, dad."

"No problem. I think it's a habit I'll keep."

Then there was silence for a minute. I wasn't sure if he was going to
sleep.

"Son?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"If I let out a crazy fart, would you be horribly embarrassed?"

I laughed. "No, that's okay, Dad." Then he blasted out this hilarious tuba
noise. There was a moment of silence as it echoed off the motel walls. Then
we both laughed.

"Wow, that was louder than I thought it was going to be. Sorry, kid."

"That was awesome. We're really getting some good quality male bonding
here."

"Well, glad you're okay with that. ... Are you sure you're okay with what
we did in the car?"

"Yeah, I liked it."

"You've done that sort of thing with your friends?"

"Yeah, with my friend Sean. He's got this thing called a Fleshlight. It's
like a rubber pussy you can fuck." I realized I had just said 'pussy' and
'fuck' to my dad.

"Hmmm... sounds interesting. You guys used it together?"

"Uh huh...  you said you used to do that stuff too?"

"Well, a few times. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about it." There was
a moment of silence.

"Uh, I'm kind of curious."

"I could tell you about the first time, but you can tell me to forget about
it."

"Okay, yeah." We were still lying on our backs in our beds in the dark.

"Well, okay. Here goes. I was a little younger than you. I was walking home
after baseball practice, and it was a long walk. By the time I got home, I
really had to pee. But there was somebody in there. I usually had the house
to myself. I could tell that my dad was in the shower after work. We only
had the one bathroom. Now, we'd never normally do this, but I knocked on
the door and yelled in to him that I had to go. He told me to come in and
go. I went, and as I was finishing, Pop pulled the curtain open and told me
not to flush. You want me to keep going?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, so I see his dick. It was kind of on the long side like yours. I
guess I was maybe staring. You never really knew him, but he was a big
strong guy. Anyway, as I'm looking at his, he's looking at mine too. It was
a little weird. We were a pretty private family and didn't really talk
about sex. And I had never seen him getting dressed or anything. So this
was something. So he tells me that I'm getting to be a real man. I said
thanks. And then we were just sort of standing there. He asked me if I
wanted him to show me what men do with themselves. I said yes. So he had me
get into the shower with him. We didn't talk much during it, but he kind of
showed me how to play with myself. It was like he was showing me how to
ride a bike or something. We both, naturally, got aroused. And we both
finished. It was really something. I liked kind of showing off for him,
showing him I was grown. And, uh, to be honest, I sort of got a kick out of
watching him do it.
 It was like seeing him as a different person. And also, it was like a live
porno. I had only really seen a few of those, and I hadn't been with a girl
yet. Anyway, that was the one time that happened with him, but it was
really something. There was a few other times when something like that came
up."

Then there was just silence in the air. I didn't know what to say.

"Okay.  um... thanks for sharing that story."

"You wish you hadn't asked?"

"No, really, thank you for letting me in on that. I guess it was a lot like
you and me tonight. That's what it felt like for me."

Then there was just silence in the air.

Dad said, "Boy, talking about that and thinking back, it kind of got me
excited."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well, we could just take care of it before going to sleep."

"You know, Dad. I saw that this motel has adult movies."

"Well, then how about if I put one on?"

"Okay, I'm up for it."

Dad got up and turned on the TV. He flipped through to pick out a porno and
have it charged to the room. "What do we have here? Looks like a couple
football players with a cheerleader."

The TV was directly in front of his bed. I wondered if we'd stay in our own
beds or what. Then he looked back at me and told me to come sit next to
him.

We sat at the foot of the bed, side by side. We watched as a girl got out
of her cheerleader uniform and started kissing and rubbing on these two
guys in football uniforms. Me and Dad didn't have our shirts on. She took
out the guys' cocks and started blowing them. Dad and I looked at each
other. Then we leaned forward and slid our shorts down. Our boners both
curled up towards us like they were on springs.

Dad sort of pushed his down and rubbed it. I held mine in my palm and
rubbed my tip with a finger. The cheerleader took both cocks in her mouth
at the same time. The guys on the screen high-fived as their dicks mushed
together.

"Well, what do you think of that?" Dad said. "I guess these guys are going
to share."

"Yeah, I've seen some videos like this before."

"Okay, so you're alright with this movie then?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," I said. We watched and stroked together. Every
once in a while, I'd switch from watching the screen to watching Dad out of
the corner of my eye. I think I caught him doing the same with me.

After a bit, the girl was taking turns getting plowed by one guy while she
sucked the other. Then they'd switch and change positions a few times.

When they started double-teaming her, Dad said, "Wow, how about that? I bet
they can feel each other's dicks through her."

"Yeah, I bet," I replied.

"I wonder what that feels like."

"Yeah, me too."

"Do they make a two-sided Fleshlight?" Dad asked. I laughed.

"I don't know. Would you use one if they did?"

"Yeah, I'd give it a try. Would you? If we had one here?"

"Uh... yeah, maybe," I answered. I had never really thought about that
before. I guess you'd have to be really comfortable with the other guy. The
idea intrigued me.

"Well, what if we just made something like that?"

I thought about it. "Like if we just fucked a pillow together," I
replied. He laughed. Then he grinned.

"You want to?" he asked. I looked back at him. I looked down at our hard
dicks. I looked at the screen and the two guys basically hugging each other
with a girl between their cocks.

"Okay, yeah. Let's see what it feels like." I couldn't barely believe we
were jerking off together and now we were going to try this?

Dad took a big pillow. Luckily, this place had decent ones. He folded it
over and held it in front of his cock. Then he slowly slid into the fold.

We were both on our knees on his bed. The porno was still moaning
quietly. He slowly slipped back and forth, holding the pillow in place. I
approached it. I looked at him. We were both smiling and almost laughing at
our experiment.

I held the tip of my dick, now a little moist, at the other side of the
pillow. I pushed in. It felt smooth and cool and soft. I moved my legs a
little to get into a better position. I slipped forward and back. It felt
different from just yanking myself. My whole body was slowly fucking in. I
noticed that Dad's mouth was open a little. He was kind of panting.

"Feel good, son?"

"Yeah, I like it."

Then we went a little faster, kind of grinding now. My dick was getting
warm. My balls were swaying and bouncing off the pillow.

"Can you feel me?" Dad asked. I shook my head no, still fucking, and he
pushed in closer. I matched him and shoved in deep.

Our dicks poked, and we both looked up like we had solved a puzzle. We
smiled and then we slid back in seep again, letting our hard, wet cocks rub
and push against each other through the pillow. We pushed and pulled and
slid. When Dad flexed his legs and moved upward, he lifted the pillow and
my squeezed dick inside it.

I took a hold of the pillow, too, and our hands were near. The pillow
hovered between us as we fucked into it towards each other.

Moaning, Dad said, "You're really sure you're okay with this, son?"

"Yeah, it's great. I'm okay with it. We're both men now, right?"

"That's right, son. You're a big man now. You can do whatever you want. Oh!
mmmmm.... but that means you can say you want to stop any time."

"I want to keep going, Dad. I love you." I felt weird saying it. We didn't
really say it.

"I love you to, son. Thank you for sharing yourself with me."

"This is great, Dad!"

"This is really tucking you in, huh?" We both laughed. "That was stupid;
I'm sorry, son."

"It's okay Dad. Can we lie down?" My back and neck were starting to
hurt. We got down on the bed on our sides, facing each other. Dad was still
holding the pillow between our crotches. We had pillows under our
heads. Dad grabbed one of them and placed it between our bellies.

Years later, a friend of mine at work was telling me about having to share
a bed with another guy and building a wall of pillows between them. I
laughed and remembered.

Lying on the bed, occasionally glancing over at the porno, we humped into
each other. The pillows mushed between our bodies. I was kind of up on one
elbow. We were really just staring at each other the whole time, and our
dicks were sliding back and forth, occasionally bumping. When the touched,
it pushed the hardness of my shaft backwards into my body, my balls
dangling and swinging and pushing against the pillows.

As we slid back and forth into each other, our knees and legs would tickle
and tap against each other. For the most part, we just let it happen. Have
you ever been on an airplane or in a stadium or movie theater and sitting
next to another guy, and you both just let your legs kind of lean against
each other instead of trying to keep space between? It felt like that, and
I'm always reminded of this when that happens.

We were fucking for some time, and the whole time we were kind of pushing
each other away. With each slide, we had to keep leaning in. Finally, Dad
moved his hand from the bunched-up pillow and placed it on my hip. His skin
felt electric, even in this very intimate situation. The sudden feel of his
skin on mine surprised me.

I could tell he was unsure about the move. He had been very considerate and
really making sure I was okay with what we were doing. I lifted up my hand
and placed it on his side.

We looked at each other, smiled a bit wider, and pulled each other's body
in closer and tighter. With that change, our dicks now pointed up like a
high five within the pillow. I could feel our thighs closer, the heat of
his body, the tickly hairs around his balls. My thighs were kind of smooth,
not much hair. I wondered how it felt to him.

With each shove, we got closer and closer, writhing around the bed.

Dad leaned in a little close, "I really hope the maid doesn't barge in." We
both laughed. What a time for a joke.

Dad's hand moved and held the muscle of my butt cheek. It reminded me of
being over his knee. I hadn't thought about that for a long time.

"Is that okay?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, that's alright."

"Okay, you can touch me there too if you want or don't that's okay too just
it's okay with me."

I slid my hand down and took a grab. It was fleshy and meaty. Dad moaned
out and then closed his mouth into a whimper. I thought to myself that I
guess he really likes that.

As we breathed heavier and heavier, fucked closer and closer, slid in and
out and tapped cocks and held each other with the mound of fabric between
us, our foreheads slowly pushed into each other.

I felt Dad's finger by my crack. My thigh slid on top of his, and my balls
dangled loose between us. Dad's skin felt kind of rough. He had a layer of
soft hair on his back.

"I love you, son."

"I love you, too, Dad."

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm ready to go."

"Do you want to just jerk off to finish?"

"I'd rather just keep going like this."

"Okay, whenever you're ready to shoot, we'll finish."

We grinded harder and tighter. Dad's hand slipped onto my smooth back. I
squeezed his ass.

"Mmmmm..... oh, fuck yes! Keep doing that!" I gave him a squeeze and then a
slap. He moaned. He jerked forward.

"Dad, this feels so fucking good."

"Oh god, son. Keep doing it!"

"Mmmmm.... oh yeah, fuck yeah! Dad, I'm going to shoot."

"Do it son, do it! Fuck it. Let it go. I'll feel it."

I bucked forward and bounced, letting myself loose. Our chests fell against
each other. I felt rope after rope slipping through me and soaking the
pillow from the inside. I wriggled like a worm on a hook. Dad squeezed me
tight and pounded his body against me in three or four sharp shoves.

We both came. We moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... FUCK YEAH!  Oh god!
mmmmmmmmmmmmm" We struggled to catch our breaths.

Dad held me close. I looked deep into his eyes from only inches away.

He let go of the pillow, held each side of my head, and kissed me on my
forehead.