Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 08:36:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper!  Part 3

STRIPPER!

Part 3

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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That next week was brought a wholly new life for me.
As well as sleeping with dad, I started at the town's
high school, and had all the usual problems any "new
kid" has in establishing my place in the pecking
order.  I also had to go and see Coach, and do a hard
work out session in front of him, so he could see
whether I was in good enough shape for him to even
think about letting me join any of the school teams.

Dad and I were soon into a comfortable routine:  he
got up and left for the mine, and I got up to get
ready for school about an hour later.  Amazingly, as
I've never been good before at getting out of the sack
in the morning, I now had no problem - I suspect it's
probably because I was going to bed early with dad,
and not staying up all night watching TV or playing
with the PC. It was a bit strange at first, though, to
feel the bed warm if I rolled over, where dad's body
had been only a few minutes before.

Dad had said that I had to come home straight from
school, or after any practice or match that I had his
permission to attend, and so I did.  It wasn't so
hard, actually, as I didn't really know any of the
guys in my class, and I couldn't be bothered to try to
sort out who was dating which chick to see whether I
should make a play for any of them.  In any case, I
was having fantastic, regular sex, and my interest had
waned in playing all the silly games you have to just
to even get a date, let alone a fuck.

I made some preparations for dinner, and then got on
with my assignments.  Again, these now started to seem
much simpler:  making a good start, and working at
them, meant that they got done properly and easily.  I
realised before that I would come home at about 10
after a date, watch TV, and then try to cram the next
day's preparation into  a half hour slot when I was
already falling asleep!  No wonder they used to seem
hard, and my grades were not all that marvellous.

When dad came in we had dinner, and then we sat on the
couch and talked, or watched a bit of TV.  But by 9:30
we were always in bed - dad came home freshly showered
from the mine, so he always got into bed first, but he
liked me to shower and come to him all clean and
fresh.  I thought this was a great plan, because on
the journey home, and during the evening, dad had a
chance to regain some of his fantastic masculine scent
that I found so comforting when he was holding me as
we went to sleep (after we had had sex, of course).

Our other ritual was that on Saturday mornings we
slept in, and at about 9 o'clock dad would get up and
make coffee and bring it back to bed with Danish.  We
lay there companionably drinking and eating, and I
discovered the pleasure of massaging dad's cock and
balls with one and whilst holding my Danish with the
other; and whilst he did the same to me.  Then, as
soon as we had finished eating, we'd start to caress
and kiss passionately and start a bout of real sex.

Dad used these Saturday morning sessions rather like
coaching:  he introduced me to some new way of
enjoying our bodies, so over the weeks I built up a
full repertoire of sexual techniques and became as
expert a lover as dad himself was.

That first Saturday session after we had been in the
cabin a week was fairly typical:  I'd got up to piss
whilst dad was making coffee, then we lay on our
backs, side to side, fondling each other and eating.
As we lay there I thought that then we'd move on to
jerk each other off as we had been doing all week, but
instead dad threw the covers aside and slid down the
bed.  I felt his strong hands grasp me around my hips,
and then his tongue was licking my dick - of course I
was erect at once, but dad kept licking at me and
almost playing with my dick with his tongue.

It went on and on, and dad did magic things to my dick
- sometimes he took it in his mouth and ran his hot,
moist lips up and down the shaft.   Sometimes he just
had the head and flange popping in and out of his
lips.  Sometimes he ran a thumb roughly over my
exposed piss slit (he'd teased back my foreskin to
expose my moist dick head), and that really made me
squirm, and sometimes he simply rubbed the shaft of my
dick, and my dick head, against the stubble on his
face.

I found the rubbing of my sensitive dick head against
dad's dark, heavy stubble almost unbearable - it
didn't hurt (dad would never hurt me), but it sent
agonising waves of pleasure and pain through me.  I
just couldn't help moaning aloud and arching my back
in ecstasy as dad did this.

Pre-cum was leaking out from me in a steady stream, I
was so excited, and dad would occasionally stop
playing with my dick to lap it up from where it was
falling on to my thighs and belly.  Then he'd reach
upwards and kiss me, so I got not only the taste of
dad in my mouth, but the salty overlay of my own
pre-cum as well.

It was almost more than I could bear.  I wanted it to
go on for ever and ever.  But your body takes over and
you lose all conscious control when you're having that
much stimulation, and I suddenly shot my load into
dad's waiting, welcoming mouth.

We lay there, side by side, both panting from the
exertion and the pleasure, and both sheened with that
moist film you get all over you when you've just had
great sex.

"Thanks, dad - that was fantastic!"

"So, Steve, did any of those girls you used to go with
give you a BJ like that?"

"No!  I was lucky if they'd take it into their mouth
at all.  And then they treated it as if it was
something disgusting - something they had to do,
rather than something they enjoyed."

"That's what I've told you before mean, son.  You need
another guy to really blow you - only another guy can
really appreciate what it's like to have a buddy give
you pleasure like this."

I thought it ought to be my turn now, so I started to
inch down the bed so I could get my mouth around dad's
dick.

"No, hold on, Steve....."

"Aw, come on, dad, I want to try all that stuff on
you.... You deserve it."

"No.. Hold on..... There are a few more things I want
to teach you first.  And you'll have recovered in a
very few minutes, if you're anything like I was when I
was 16!   Whilst your balls are recharging, let's go
into the bathroom and I can shave you."

"Shave me?"

"Yes - you've never shaved your balls, have you?
They've got all that hair on them that came when you
matured. If we're really going to have great oral sex
together, we need to shave your balls - surely you
must have felt mine were silky smooth when you were
playing with them a few minutes ago."

"Yes, dad.... But I thought it was natural!"

"Don't be an idiot - do you see how much hair I have
on my chest, and on my belly.  And my arms and legs?
Do you think that a hairy guy like me would have
smooth balls naturally? "

"No, I guess not."

"You guessed right.  I've been shaving them smooth
since I joined the marines - the other guys in my
barracks did it to me, forcibly, the first night I was
there, but since then I've done it myself as I like
the sensation.  It's much nicer to fondle yourself
when you're smooth, and of course it's so much better
when you're being played with by a buddy.  I usually
need to just scrape them clean again once a week... So
we may as well do it now.  Come on - into the
bathroom!"

I'd turned over on to my stomach whilst dad had been
saying all this, and as he got out of bed he gave me a
hard, but friendly, slap on my naked ass.

"Come on - move yourself!"

Dad got me to stand in the bathtub, and he knelt on
the floor.  My balls were then at a good height to
work on.  He got me to hold my dick up out of the way,
then stand with one foot on the edge of the bathtub so
my balls were nicely exposed.  I've got those
low-hanging balls that hang right down, not the sort
that sit right up under your dick and cause it to jut
out.

"This first time is a bit more tricky", he told me.
"Now, stand very still as I'm going to snip most of
the hair on your balls away with the nail scissors.
And, whilst I'm at it, I'm going to trim your pubic
hair a bit generally - you've got so much, like me in
my natural state, that it doesn't show your dick to
its best advantage."

I heard him snipping away, and I got a bit worried.

"Dad - what about the guys in the showers at school.
Won't they think it strange if they see me shaved and
trimmed?"

"Look, Steve, think about the psychology of these men.
 Every guy looks at every other guy he sees in the
showers at school, or in the barracks, or in a sport
club - everywhere where there are naked men together.
It's natural to want to take a quick peek, just to
compare the other guy with yourself.  Never mind what
they say about small dicks being just as good as big
ones, every man I know always wants to have the
biggest dick in the group, and everyone looks at
everyone else to size them up!  But most men only take
a very quick peek, and then look away - just a second,
at most, to see the size.  They really won't see the
detail of whether your balls are covered in hair, or
not.  And as having shaved balls and trimmed pubic
hair makes your dick and balls look bigger than they
are, as they stand out more, most of the guys will
only take a very, very short peek before knowing that
you beat them hands down in the size game!  They don't
look again, ever, once they know you're bigger than
they are - believe me, I've spent 20 years in the
barracks' showers with hundreds of men!"

"But if any do stop to take a closer look", he went
on, "It's because they're interested in you.  And if
they're looking closely there, you know what form that
interest is taking!  So even if they notice you're
shaved, there's not much they can do about it:  either
they are going to make some sort of play for you
afterwards, or they are not.  Either way they can
hardly tell all the other guys what they've seen, else
those other guys will think they are very strange to
have been staring at a guy's tackle so closely!  So
don't worry about it."

Dad finished snipping, then got a can of shaving foam
and sprayed some onto his palm, then started to
massage it carefully and gently into my balls.  It
felt great - not only to have dad massaging me like
that, but to have all the smooth, slippery soap
between his fingers and my sac.

"OK, now hold still", dad said.  "I'm going to shave
off the stubble now.  I'm going to have to stretch you
sac a bit, pull your balls up and down, and generally
get at all the surface - it's a bit complicated, as
there's a lot of loose skin around as you know.  But
trust me - I won't pull hard or anything, and if it's
too uncomfortable, just say.  A guy's balls are the
most sensitive part of his body, and it takes a lot of
trust to let another guy pull at them and stretch his
sac."

I just stood there whilst dad did the shaving, and
enjoyed the sensations that came from my balls.  I was
looking down at dad's broad shoulders as he knelt
there, and could see his back tapering down to his
narrow waist - I've seen some of those gay magazines
on the top shelves of the newsagents sometimes, and
wondered where they got men with such amazing bodies
to pose for them.  I thought that dad could have been
one of those models, he was in such fantastic shape.
And seeing him kneeling in front of me made me feel
almost that he was actually worshipping my body.  Or,
as in those Roman fantasies, that he was a naked
slave, ministering to my body whilst I was a proud
master allowing him to touch me as he worked.

"There - all done", dad said.  "Now, feel them."

I reached my hand down and rolled my balls in  my
palm.  They did feel so different, and so much better.
 You get used to feeling your own hairy balls, I
suppose, so that when there's a sudden change it's
very noticeable.  But dad was right - without the
hair, I enjoyed the feeling of my balls much, much
more.

"OK, Steve, just once more.  Now, turn around, bend
over, and reach back and spread your ass cheeks apart
- I shaved off most of the hair leading up to your ass
hole when I was doing your balls, but I may as well
run the razor down your crack whilst we're here."

"Why, dad?"

"Trust me, Steve!  Wait and see!"

So I did as dad said, and got a funny feeling,
something I'd never experienced before, as dad
massaged the shaving cream down the crack in my ass
and rubbed it in all around my ass hole.  Then I felt
the razor slicking down the sides of my cheeks, and
finally, a great tingly sensation as dad ever so
gently moved the razor carefully around my ass hole.
I wanted to wriggle with the pleasure this was causing
me, but dad told me to stand very still, as he didn't
want to risk cutting me.

It only took a moment or so, though, and then dad told
me to stand up, dry myself off, and get out of the
tub.  I walked over to the mirror, and dad was right -
I'd always known I was well hung, but now I looked
enormous!  My balls were glowing pinkly against my
remaining dark pubic hair, and with the thatch that
had surrounded me tackle generally reduced in area and
trimmed in length, my dick stood out even more.
Curiously, as I walked across the room, that felt
different, too - I guess as you grow up the hair in
your ass grows slowly so you don't notice it's there.
But when it's suddenly shaved away, you feel
completely different as you move and your two cheeks
slide over each other with much less friction.

"OK, Steve.  Now you know what I said about guys
trusting each other?"

"Yes, dad"

"Well, I trust you, Steve.  I usually shave myself -
it's easy if you do it regularly, and you'll have to
get used to doing it yourself before you go off to
college as you can't rely on finding a true buddy in
the first week there - but from now on I'm going to
trust you to give me my weekly trim.  Take care of my
balls, son - it doesn't get any less painful as you
get older if your balls get knocked or squeezed badly,
you know!"

With that, dad got in the tub and stood there with one
foot on the edge.  Very timidly I sprayed some foam
onto my hand and started to massage it into him.   And
it took me an age to then shave dad, as I was
terrified of applying too much pressure anywhere.  But
it was so good to know he trusted me to handle his
most sensitive parts in this way.

When I'd finished, dad turned round and bent over, and
I realised that he wanted me to shave his ass crack as
he'd done mine.  This is the first time I'd ever seen
a man's ass hole - as dad stood there, pulling his
cheeks apart, I could see the dark coloured "pucker"
against the milky whiteness of his body.  I was
trembling as my fingers approached it to spread the
shaving foam around, and I'm sure it felt much hotter
than the rest of dad's body as I touched it.  I was
scared, actually, as dad gave a little moan as my
finger ran over it - I thought I'd hurt him, but I
sensed that it was actually a moan of pleasure, on
reflection. I remembered how I'd felt a few minute ago
when dad's finger had touched my hole, and just knew
that dad was having the same sort of feelings.

"Good, son.  Now let's go back to bed", dad said, and
we went back into the bedroom.

Dad started to suck my dick again, but now he added
something else:  he alternated treating my dick with
ever so gently sucking first one ball, then the other,
then both, into his mouth and teasing them with the
tip of his tongue.  Whole new waves of sensation
flooded through me, and I was writhing and squirming
on the bed, quite unable to help myself.  His hot
tongue also licked that hard bony area under my balls,
then up over my sac, ad along the whole underside of
my dick.  The long, slow, languorous lick along that
whole sensitive length of me made me sigh with
pleasure.

Dad broke off his sucking for a moment to reach up and
kiss me, then as his head moved back down towards my
crotch, he stopped to suck at, then bite gently, my
nipples!  I thought I was going to scream - it wasn't
pain, it wasn't pleasure - I don't know what it was.
But as dad gently nibbled at me, I thought I was going
to go mad with the need to shout, to laugh, and to
throw myself about.

"Lesson two point five, Steve", dad said laughingly as
he stopped for a moment.  "A man's dick isn't the only
pleasure point on his body.  And men like having their
nipples sucked and played with  just as much as women
do!"

"Now for lesson two point six...."

The tip of dad's tongue was now darting in and out of
my navel, and I almost felt sick - you know the
strange sensation you get when you push something into
your navel.  But now it was overlaid with pleasure,
too.

Then, finally, he returned to stroking, sucking and
nibbling at my dick and balls - I thought I was going
to go mad with pleasure.  I knew pre-cum was leaking
out from me all over everything, and I wondered how
long I could stop myself from shooting, in order to
prolong this pleasure for ever.

But dad had one more trick in his armoury this time -
he moved my legs apart, and went to kneel between
them.  Then one of his big, strong hands went under
each of my thighs, and he lifted me gently upwards.
My dick flopped forward to lie against my belly, and
looking up at it I could now see the rope-like threads
of pre-cum hanging from it.  Then dad's tongue went to
work again - I couldn't believe it:  the hot moistness
of it was pushing into my asshole, and I was totally
flooded out with new sensations.  Nothing could stop
me now - I came, explosively, and my cum shot down my
upraised body to trickle all through my chest hair.

It's just as well that our cabin was isolated and
right on the edge of town, as I knew that for the last
few minutes I'd been moaning and shouting with the
unbearable pleasure and sheer joy dad was bringing to
me. If there had been any neighbours to hear, I can't
imagine what they would have thought we were doing!

As we lay next to each other, all I could do after I
had recovered a bit was to turn my head towards dad's
and whisper "Thanks, dad.  You're the best dad a guy
could possibly have."

"It's OK, Steve.  It's really good to be able to get
close to you like this.  Your grandfather never showed
your uncle Bob and me any physical affection, and I
always thought that when I had a son I'd want to show
him just how much pleasure there was to be had in his
body.  I only hope that you'll do the same for your
sons, one day.   It wasn't so bad for Bob and me, of
course, as being twins we always had each other - but
we had to discover all to of what I've just shown you
for ourselves."

"You mean you and uncle Bob...."

"Yes, of course.  Most brothers play around a bit if
the age gap isn't too great - no one wants to go with
his whiney kid brother, after all.  But Bob and I did
everything together - we matured at the same time, and
were always there for each other.  We still do, when
we manage to get time away from aunty Jen."

"Anyway, Steve, let's not think about Bob... Yet.
I'll introduce you to the pleasure of going to bed
with twins if we can get him up here on a visit...
Mind you, as he sits behind a desk all day, his body
isn't as good now, in comparison with mine.   But now,
you owe me at least half an hour's pleasure... Get
down there, and get my dick in your mouth!"

I found there were other pleasures to be had from
dad's body as I went down on him - the magic feeling
of having his big, meaty dick head in my mouth, and
the heady smell of the male  pouring out from the
scent glands in his crotch - I'd learned in human
biology at school that there are more sweat glands
there than in any other part of a man's body, and they
produce a quite different smell in the sweat.  I loved
the feeling of his hot dick as I rolled it around my
face, and his balls were so silky smooth to my touch.
Dad, too, had sensitive nipples - must run in the
family - and I enjoyed seeing him writhe and throw
himself about as I remorselessly nibbled at his
prominent teats sticking up from the big, dark
aureoles that surrounded them.  There's only one of
the lessons that dad had taught me that day that I
couldn't put into practice - dad's muscular body was
just too heavy for me to lift up, so I couldn't get my
tongue deep into his hole - for the time being I just
had to imagine what it would feel like to experience
that most intimate part of a man.

End of Part 3 - to be continued.