Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:14:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and His Dad, Part 1

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens



Tim and His Dad, Part 1



My name is Tim. I am 35 years old. I am gay, and I live alone. That is
until recently. My mother was killed in an automobile accident, and my dad,
who had just retired from Civil Service, decided he didn't want to live
alone. He asked if he could come live with me. At least for a time. Even
though I was single and had been living my own life for quite a few years,
I was excited about his coming to live with me. You see, my dad has always
been a hot looking guy, and for years I dreamed about him. That's all it
had been was dream.
      I can still remember the first time I saw him completely naked. I
must have been about thirteen. At the time, we lived in a house having just
one bathroom. I needed to take a dump really bad, so I knocked on the door.
      "Can I come in?" I called. "I need to take a dump really bad."
      "Come on in," my dad's voice came from the other side of the closed
door.
      I hurried inside and quickly tended to my business. As I sat there I
suddenly became aware of my dad as he stood under the spray of needles, the
water running down his chest. God, he looked really good to me. I watched
as he took a bar of soap and began washing his hairy chest. The soap made
the thick black hair on his chest shine under the steamy spray. Then as I
continued watching, he slowly took the bar of soap and went on down,
soaping the thick black forest that surrounded his cock. A very nice sized
cock, I thought. I watched as he continued soaping the area between his
legs, washing his balls, and finally, as he reached between his legs, I saw
him scrub his ass really hard. As he worked on his ass, I was suddenly
surprised to discover that his cock was no longer soft, but was mostly hard
as it protruded out of the thick black wet curls.
      I suddenly felt my own young cock spring up between my legs. I was
embarrassed. There was no way in hell I was going to let my dad see me with
my dick hard. I quickly pulled my shorts back up and headed for the door.
      "You leaving?" my dad called after me.
      "I'm through," I said, and hurried out into the hall. I closed the
door behind me.
      I hurried to my bedroom, pulled some tissue out of the box, and
thinking about what I had just seen in the bathroom, I stroked my cock. I
was so hot that it didn't take long for me to shoot in the tissue.
      After I had shot my load, I laid there just enjoying the feel of
being naked on the bed. I loved being naked, but my mom was always at home,
so there wasn't much time for me to be that way.
      Suddenly I heard the water shut off in the bathroom, and I quickly
reached for my shorts and pulled them up. I tossed the cum filled tissue in
the trash next to my bed.
      There was a knock on my bedroom door. "May I come in, Tim?"
      It was my dad.
      I pulled my tee shirt down until it covered my still hard
cock. "Sure," I called.
      The door opened and my dad walked into my bedroom, wrapped only in a
bath towel. Just the sight of him made my mouth go dry. I forced my eyes to
look straight into his and not linger over his body.
      "So, what's up?" my dad asked.
      "Not much," I answered. "Just laying here," I added.
      My dad gave me a silly sort of grin. "I can see that," he laughed.
      He sat on the side of my bed for a few minutes, talking about various
things. Finally he stood to his feet. When he did, his towel worked loose,
and quite suddenly it fell to the floor. He stood there in all of his naked
splendor for me to see. I could no longer keep my eyes on his face. I had
to experience another look between his legs. God he was so hairy. There was
a continuous growth of hair from the bottom of his neck all the way to his
toes. Such wonderful thick black hair.
      I watched as Dad quickly bent over and retrieved his towel. He
wrapped it around his waist. "Sorry about that," he said.
      "Hey, it's nothing I don't have," I said. Where the hell that came
from, I have no idea, for at thirteen, I in no way compared with my dad.
      "We are guys, aren't we?" Dad grinned and headed for the door. "See
you at dinner," he said, walking out the door.
      I was suddenly hard once again. My cock was aching to be sprung loose
from my shorts. I quickly pulled my shorts down to my knees, and started
rubbing my dick, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. As I jacked off, I
thought about my dad and all that hair on his body. What I wouldn't give
just to feel those curls between my fingers. That thought sent me over the
edge, and for the second time in just a few moments, I filled another
tissue of my boy spunk.
      By the time I had started high school, I realized I was gay. I had
dated a few girls because that was something you were suppose to do in high
school, but I soon discovered it wasn't' what was between those girl's lets
that turned me on, but what was in the boys blue jeans.
      I lived in a relatively small town, and went to an equally small high
school, so most of my high school years, as far as sex was concerned, was
contained to books and magazines, and, of course, images of guys in the
locker room taking showers, and jacking to all these things.
      I did have one friend in high school, and he let me blow him a few
times. He would never blow me, but he would stroke me until I shot my
load. He seemed to like the feel of my cock between his fingers. However,
that was as far as it went. We spent most weekends together, especially
Friday nights, and I would end of swallowing a lot of his cum. When we were
seniors, he moved away, and that was the end of any one on one sex for
me. I ended up either laying on my bed or under the shower at home jacking
my dick, and thinking about how sexy my dad looked. I tried lots of times
over the years, but by the time I graduated from high school and was headed
for college, I had only seen my dad in his complete nakedness a few times.
      During my college years I hit several of the cruise spots, and I did
receive many a hot blow job. However, even during those times, it was still
my dad I thought about. It was his hairy body I was picturing in my mind as
I got my cock sucked.
      I graduated from college, landed a good job with a good company, and
from then on, my life settled down. I finally gave up on trying to find
someone, because most of the time when I went out and looked someone up for
sex, I came home unsatisfied and feeling cheap and dirty. I decided that my
life was going to consist of work and coming home to relax and run around
my apartment naked. And that's just what I did for quite a few years. The
moment I came home, especially on Friday after work, I would strip my
clothes off and spend most of the weekend drinking wine, and walking
through my apartment naked. I suddenly had quite a passion for being naked,
and lots of times, from Friday evening until Monday morning, my body never
felt clothes. For the most part, it was a good life, and I was happy.
      Then, when I was thirty-five and had just bought my first house, my
mother was killed in the accident. I could hardly believe the words my dad
was saying to me when he called.
      I quickly booked a fight, and in a matter of a few hours, I was back
home. My dad was in shock, so most of the arrangements were left up to me
to make, which I did. For a few days the two of us just sort of went
through the motion, doing whatever was expected of us.
      The day following Mom's memorial service my dad was in the kitchen
drinking a cup of coffee when I woke up.
      "Morning, Dad," I greeted.
      I poured myself a cup of coffee and joined him at the kitchen
table. Dad was looking sadly out the window. I hated to ask, but I said,
"What you so deep in thought about, Dad?"
      Dad looked at me and then took a sip from his cup. "May I ask you
something, Tim?"
      "Anything, Dad," I assured him.
      "Would you mind if I closed the house up for a month or so and came
to stay with you?"
      I was completely shocked for several reasons. First and foremost,
because this small town had been his home all of his life. He had been born
and raised here. And second, I could think of nothing I would like better
than to have my sexy day come live with me for a while.
      "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question. Forgive me?"
      "Dad, you didn't say anything wrong. I was just sort of at a loss for
words, because I thought this would always be your home. You've always
lived here, you know. That was the reason for my silence."
      "This is no longer home to me," he said, a sad tone coming into his
voice. "You're all I have left, and right now, I'd just like to be near
you."
      I reached across the table and placed my hand on top of my Dad's
fingers. "Dad, I would have no problem with you coming to stay with me. I
want you happy, and if being with me will make you happy, then I'm all for
it."
      My dad smiled and some of the sadness left his face. "Thank you. I
appreciate that."
      "When would you like to come?"
      Dad was thoughtful for a time. Finally he said, "Well, I think I
could have everything taken care of here in a week or two. Would that be
too soon for you?"
      "Of course not," I shook my head. "Do you want me to come back and
help you make the drive? Or, are you going to fly out?"
      "Drive," he said. "I want to have my truck."
      "Do you want me to fly out and help with the drive back?"
      "I'll be fine," he assured me. He looked at me sharply. "I wouldn't
be interfering in your life, now would I?"
      "Hell no, Dad," I assured him. "I have no life, so to speak. I work,
I come home, I sleep, so the cycle goes."
      "And you do what room for me, don't you?"
      "Dad, I have two extra bedrooms, so you can have your choice where
you want to sleep."
      By the time the morning was over things had been settled between
us. I was going to leave the next day, and Dad was going to drive out in a
week. With the plans in place, the entire mood seemed to life around
us. Where before both of us had dreaded the time I had to leave, it now
seemed as if we both would be busy getting things ready.
      The next morning as I packed for my flight back home, I was actually
in good spirits. I was really looking forward to Dad's visit. Of course, I
had already thought about all the time I spent naked at home, and wondered
how he would look at that. I wondered if he would join me. The thought of
the two of us walking naked evenings and weekends, well, I must say that
gave my cock a shudder or two.

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      When I got home, I quickly attacked the house. I cleaned both spare
bed rooms out, put clean sheets on the beds and decided I let my dad choose
which room he wanted to stay in. I ate my meals out quite a bit during the
week, so I went to the market and picked up food I knew Dad would eat. He
had always enjoyed cooking, and I must admit, I inherited some of that
trait from him as well. I just didn't care for cooking for one, so that's
why I ate out so much of the time. Now that there was going to be two of us
here, the cooking would be much easier.
      With everything I had to get done, the days flew by, and suddenly the
day arrived when Dad was coming.  It was going to take him eight hours to
make the drive, and he left shortly after I went to work. He wanted to time
it where I'd arrive home just a little before he did.
      Somehow I made it through my work day, and at five o'clock I made a
mad dash for my house. I drove inside the garage, and hurried inside the
house. My first thought was to be naked when Dad arrived, but I quickly
decided against that idea. After all, I didn't want to scare him off the
first night. Besides, I wasn't sure just how he would feel about me being
naked in front of him.
      I hurried down the hall into my bedroom. I tossed my suit and shirt
onto the bed and quickly jumped into a tee shirt and some gym shorts. I
thought it better to greet him dressed this way.
      I was in the kitchen working on a salad when the doorbell rang. I
hurried to the door and opened it.
      "Hello, Dad," I greeted him with a smile.
      "Tim, it's so good to see you."
      "Well, don't just stand there, come inside," I told him.
      Dad walked inside the house and looked around him. "Nice," he
complimented.
      "I forgot you haven't seen it before," I remembered.
      I gave him a quick tour, starting with the living room, the dining
room and then the kitchen. Then I took him down the hall. I opened a door
on the right. "Here is a room you can have," I told him. "It's the smaller
of the two, so I think you might be more comfortable with the second one."
      I took him on down the hall and opened a door on the left. True to my
word, it was much larger, and it was right across the hall from the family
bath.
      "I like this one," Dad said.
      "Cool," I grinned. "How about us bringing your stuff inside from the
truck?" I asked.
      "All right, although I didn't bring much, just a couple of bags."
      Together we walked out to his truck and brought the bags inside the
house. We sat them on the bed in the room he had chosen, and I said,
      "I'm working on dinner, so I'm heading back out to the kitchen" I
pointed to the heavy wooden dresser with eight deep drawers and said,
"Unpack your things and put in there," I told him. "Just make yourself at
home."
      "I will." Dad suddenly walked toward me, and I found his arms wrapped
around me, pulling him to me. "Thank you so much, Tim, for allowing me to
come stay with you for a while."
      "Absolutely no problem, Dad," I assured him.
      Dad gave me a tight squeeze, and I was startled to feel the entire
length of his body next to mine. For the briefest of a second I thought I
felt his cock stir inside his jeans. He pulled away from me, and said,
"Well, thanks all the same."
      "When you're through unpacking, get comfortable and join me in the
kitchen. I think having you here with me is going to make me eat a lot more
healthier," I told him, grinning. "During the week I eat out a lot after
work because cooking for one is just no fun at all. Having you here, it's
going to be so much more enjoyable cooking in the kitchen."
      I went back out to the kitchen and finished making the salad. Then I
put a couple of steaks on the broiler, and by the time Dad joined me,
everything was ready. I poured two glasses of chilled red wine and placed
on the table. I told Dad to take a seat, and I placed his plate in front of
him.
      For a few moments we ate in silence, just enjoying the feel of
sharing a meal with someone. Dad drained his wine glass and I got up to
pour him some more. As I sat it down in front of him and took my seat once
more, Dad said,
      "Tim, I want to tell you something, okay?"
      "Tell me anything you like, Dad."
      "Well, it's simply this. This is your home, and I'm a guest in it. I
don't want you changing a thing that you normally do, understand me? I do
not want anything changed just because I'm here. Will you promise me that?"
      I took a sip from my glass. "You have my word, Dad," I said. "I won't
do anything different just because you are here. And I want you to do the
same thing you would do if you were back home in your own house. Promise?"
      "You have my word," he said.
      "There is one thing I practice here at home," I told him. "I just
wasn't sure you would appreciate greeting me in that condition, especially
your first evening here."
      "What, may I ask, is that?" Dad finished his meal and pushed his
plate to the side. "May I have some more wine?" he asked.
      "Certainly," I said getting up.
      "Sit down," he said. "I'll not have you waiting on me hand and
foot. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. After all, I'm only
fifty-six years old. I'm hardly antique," he grinned.
      He brought the bottle of wine from the frig and refilled my
glass. Then he filled his own glass back up. He sat the bottle on the table
and took his seat once again. "Now, tell me," he said, "what is it you
`practice', as you put it?"
      The wine made me feel flushed, at least I thought that was the
reason, but I opened my mouth and said, "Well, it's like this, Dad. For
years I've lived alone, so usually after work in the evenings and all
during the weekend I go around the house naked." I studied him closely to
see if my words shocked him.
      He was thoughtful for a few seconds, and then he said, "Like you say,
it's your house, you do what you've always done. And, as for you being
naked, I have no problem with that."
      "Really?"
      "Nope," he answered. "In fact, I would have walked around the house
that way for years, but your mother wouldn't hear of it. She was always
afraid someone would come to visit and catch me in all my glory."
      "Can I ask you something, Dad?" I asked, not quite knowing how to
voice my thoughts.
      "Anything," he said.
      "You and Mom, were you happy?"
      "For the most part we were," he answered. "Your mother loved me, I
have no doubt of that. However, after she got pregnant with you, she never
wanted anything more to do with me in that way."
      I was shocked, to say the least. "You mean sexually?" I asked
quietly.
      Dad nodded. "That's right, after the doctor said you were on the way,
well, that was it, not more playing for me."
      "God, that must have been rough," I said.
      Dad smiled at me. "Well, it could have been, but after all, you're a
single guy, so I'm sure you know how to take care of things, if you know
what I mean."
      The sudden thought of my dad jacking his cock caused me to remember
the time I had first saw him completely naked. When he had been in the
shower scrubbing his body. I suddenly realized that after I left the
bathroom, he most likely jacked off in the shower. The thought of that made
me flush so much the room felt like it had warmed up a hundred degrees.
      Dad looked at me and grinned. "Can't you picture your dad playing
with himself?" he asked.
      "Actually, I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you in the
shower. I needed to take a dump, and at the time we only had one bathroom
in the house. I came inside, and while I sat on the commode, I couldn't
help but admire you as you showered. I watched you scrub your body all
over, and at the time I thought I saw you start to get hard. I quickly left
the room."
      "You are probably right," Dad said. "There were lots of times I took
care of myself in the shower. Hell, I needed to release it some way, and
that was the only way I could. I just didn't feel right cheating on your
mother."
      Dad helped me clean the kitchen up and we headed for the living
room. "You know, Tim, if you want to shed your clothes, I have no problem
with that," he said.
      "I was just thinking about that. I guess maybe even though I thought
I'd be comfortable doing that in front of you, well, maybe I'm not. At
least just yet," I added.
      "Well, whatever you are comfortable with," he told me.
      What I really didn't want to say was that I was afraid if I was naked
in front of Dad I would get hard, and I'm not sure just how embarrassing
that would be.
      We sat on the couch, my dad on one end, me on the other, and for
quite some time we just talked about everything, yet about nothing. Finally
Dad said, "Tim, if you want to shed your clothes, it's perfectly all right
with me."
      When he sensed my hesitation, he grinned and said, "If for some
reason you're afraid you'll get hard in front of me, well, hell, we're both
men, and it's we haven't seen before."
      I was amazed at how quickly Dad had picked up on my feelings. In
fact, I was impressed as hell. After a few moments, I said, "Excuse me;
I'll be back in a bit."
      I hurried down the hall and into the bath that was connected to my
room. I had drank quite a bit of wine, and my cock was begging to be
drained. I finished pissing, and coming back into my bedroom, I had a
sudden thought. What the hell? I decided. I pulled my tee shirt over my
head and quickly stepped out of my gym shorts. I made my mind go blank for
a few moments, forcing all thought of perhaps seeing my dad naked as
well. I definitely wanted to greet him the first time in the buff without a
hard on.
      I studied my image in the mirror. Somewhat like my dad, my chest was
hairy. And I had a thick treasure trail going down to my cock. Where my
dad's hair was cold black, mine was dark brown. My bush was ever bit as
thick as I remembered his to be. I think his legs were a little more hairy
than mine. Other than that, we looked a lot a like, I thought.
      "Hey, did you get lost?" It was my dad, and he was calling from the
living room.
      "I'm coming," I said.
      I took a deep breath, and for a moment, I considered wrapping a towel
around my waist. Then I thought what the hell, it is my house, and I walked
down the hall completely naked to rejoin my dad.
      As I came into the living room, Dad's eyes had a flicker of surprise
in them. "Wow, you did get naked, didn't you?"
      I nodded. "Yep, I told you, this is the way I spend my evening and
weekends."
      "Well, you'll certainly not get any complaint from me," he assured
me.
      "Want a little more wine?" I asked.
      "I would take a glass," he said.
      Naked, I walked into the kitchen and got a full bottle out of the
frig. I got two clean glasses from the cabinet, poured the chilled liquid,
and I returned to the living room.
      I handed Dad his glass of wine and returned to my end of the
couch. We sat in silence for a bit just enjoying the wine. Finally I
couldn't keep from saying what was on my mind. I said, "Dad, if ever you
care to join me, I would have no problem with that."
      "You mean get naked with you?" he asked, surprise showing in his
eyes.
      I nodded. "Yep, that's exactly what I mean. After all, it's not fair
that I'm the only one being comfortable around here."
      "I might just do that," he said at last. "It might take a bit of time
for me to adjust."
      "Time's what we have," I assured him.
      We talked for two or three hours, just catching up on things long
lost in the past. Finally I stood to my feet. "Don't let me rush you," I
said, "but I'm a working guy, so I need to get my shower and think about
heading for bed."
      "What time do you leave for work?" Dad asked.
      "Around seven," I said. "It takes me about an hour to drive each
way. I'm usually home by six each evening."
      Dad also stood to his feet. "I'm a little bushed myself," he said. "I
think I'll shower and hit the sack as well."
      "You'll find all the towels and wash clothes you need in your
bath. Just make yourself at home," I said.
      I shut my bedroom door and then headed for the shower. I turned the
spray on and quickly stepped underneath the needles. As they penetrated
into my body, the events of the day began to leave me, and I gradually
started feeling relaxed.
      I soon shut the water off, and stepping out onto the tiled floor, I
dried my body. I brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my hair and hit the
bed. As I lay there, I suddenly had a thought. What if Dad needed me during
the night? I wondered. I got up and opened my bedroom door. I crawled back
between the sheets, trying to will my brain to shut down. The thought of
Dad being just down the hall was a little more than I could take. I
wondered if he slept in the nude like me.
      I finally drifted off, and I was dreaming I was on some sort of
island. It was quiet and peaceful, and I seemed all alone. Suddenly I heard
someone call my name. Was there someone else on the island with me, I
wondered?
      "Tim?"
      I was awake. I heard the voice again, and this time I knew I wasn't
dreaming.
      "Is everything all right, Dad?" I called. The room was dark, but I
could see his shadow standing in the doorway.
      "You mind if I lay down with you a bit?" Dad asked. "I'm sorry, but I
guess being in a strange place after so many years has left me sort of
unsettled."
      I moved over and patted the bed. "Sure, come on," I invited.
      I felt the bed move as my dad lay down next to me.
      "Is everything okay?" I asked once more.
      "I just needed to be near you for a bit," he answered. "Is that okay
with you?"
      "No problem," I assured him. "You want to talk about something?"
      "No, not particularly," he said. "I was just a little lonely is all."
      "You're welcomed to spend the entire night here if you need to," I
assured him.
      "Thanks, I appreciate that."
      We lay there in silence for a while, and at first, I found it so
fucking hot thinking about my dad being this close to me, and in the same
bed. Finally, I heard that sound that tell you when someone has fallen
asleep, so I turned over on my side, and soon I was back in dreamland.
      Sometime during the night I started dreaming again, and I was back on
that island. This time I was lying on a thick quilt, and I felt someone
behind me. In this dream, it was wonderful, because who ever was behind me
was also naked and snuggling tightly next to me. I could feel his hard cock
sliding along my crack, and in the dream, I pushed back hard into the
cock. As I did, I could feel a thick bush tickling my ass cheeks.
      My eyes suddenly opened. I wasn't dreaming. There was indeed a hard
cock sliding along my ass crack, and I definitely could feel a wiry bush
grinding against my cheeks. I suddenly realized that Dad had pulled me to
him in his sleep, and it was his cock, his bush, that I had been feeling,
that I was feeling even at that moment. I had to take several deep breaths
just to force the air to flow evenly through my lungs.
      Was he awake?" I wondered. I listened, and from the sound of his
breathing, I didn't think so. Suddenly I decided what the fuck? If he could
rub up against me in his sleep, why couldn't I pretend to be asleep and
enjoy the feel of his cock rubbing me.
      I slowly pushed into his body, not wanted to wake him up. I leaned
into him, and I could feel the mat of his chest hair tickling my back. I
was afraid to move for fear of waking him, but, oh, how I wanted to feel
more of his hot body next to mine.
      As I lay there, I pressed against his, and I could feel his hard cock
slide even further up my crack. I could feel his hairy balls rub the base
of my ass. I could feel his ball hairs tickle the inside of my legs. Being
this close to Dad was making my own cock so hard, and I was leaking like
crazy.
      I wanted to turn so badly and run my fingers through all that chest
hair, wanted to work my way down to the thick black bush, and I really
wanted to wrap my fingers around the thick cock working its way along my
hairy crack, but I just didn't want to do anything that would spoil this
moment.
      Suddenly I was startled to hear Dad's voice. "I'm not asleep," he
said quietly.
      I froze for a moment, afraid to breath, terrified to move. Finally I
said, "Are you all right?" Even though the words sounded dumb to my ears, I
didn't know what else to say.
      Dad pulled me tighter to him and said, "I'm very okay, Son. Ever
since I can remember, I've dreamed about feeling you next to me like this."
      "Oh, Dad, so have I."
      I quickly turned over and faced him. My hard cock suddenly felt his
own dripping dick, and my balls, and my bush both met his. I gently placed
a hand on his chest, and I felt for the first time in my life, that
magnificent mat of tangles that I had wanted to play in for so many
years. I traced each one of his hairy nipples, and as I did, I felt his
cock grow harder next to mine.
      I pulled him closer to me, and my hands went around his
shoulders. Before either of us knew what was happening, my lips found his,
and my tongue was deep inside his mouth. That kiss was so fucking hot that
both our dicks felt like they were going to explode next to each other.
      "Oh, Tim, for years, I have wanted this. I just didn't know how to go
about it."
      "I know, Dad," I told him. "Me, too," I said. "Why the hell you think
I tried to catch you in the bathroom ever chance I got?"
      "Well, I'm here now," he told me. "And, so are you, so what are we
going to do about it?"
      "I'd say we'll do whatever either one of us wants to do," I said
quietly. "Can I ask you something, Dad?"
      "Anything," he said, pulling me close to him once more.
      "Have you been with another man?" I asked.
      "Nope, you're the first," he said. "In fact, for years, when I jacked
off, it was you I thought about, and no one else."
      "Same here," I told him. "Like the time I told you about watching you
shower when I was thirteen. I left the bathroom and went to my room and
jacked, thinking about how you looked in the shower. Then when you came
into my room and dropped your towel, then you left, I jacked again just
thinking about how you looked as you stood there naked. You were so hot," I
said. "You still are hot," I added.
      "So are you, Son," Dad praised.
      "Well, being this close to you, I need to do something," I told
him. "Other wise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
      "Do whatever you want," Dad encouraged.
      I decided I wanted to taste his thick hard cock in my mouth. I leaned
over and gently took his dick between my fingers, I felt him shudder at my
touch. I leaned over and slowly started tracing the head of his dick with
my tongue. Then when I slowly made my way down his hard shaft with my wet
mouth, I thought my dad was going to pass out completely.
      "Fuck, yeah," he called out as I started working his cock over. I
went up and down his shaft, and each time my nose went into this thick
black forest, and I breathed in his sweet man smell, I thought I was going
to be the one to pass out.
      In just a matter of moments Dad moaned and said, "I'm going to cum,
Tim. You want me to pull out?"
      For an answer I started going up and down his cock even faster,
forcing him to fuck my face harder and harder each time I swallowed him. I
felt his dick swell up, and I knew he was getting ready to shoot.
      As the first load hit the back of my throat, followed by more and
more of his sweet man juice, I couldn't get enough of it. As he shot and
shot, I sucked and sucked, until finally his nuts were drained.
      Pulling away from his cock, I grinned and said, "Well, how was your
first time getting blown by a man?"
      "Fucking hot," he moaned.
      I wasn't sure what Dad was comfortable with yet, so I lay beside him
and took my own dripping cock between my fingers. As I started jacking my
dick, I looked over, enjoying the sight of seeing Dad lying there, naked,
his dick, now a little smaller, lost in all those hot black curls between
his legs. As I jacked off, I suddenly felt Dad's hand as he reached over
and started playing with my chest hair.
      "God, yes, touching me feels so fucking good," I told him.
      As I continued stroking my dick, I felt Dad's fingers make their way
down my treasure trail, and finally twisting my thick brown curls at the
base of my dick. When I felt him caress my balls lightly, felt him gently
pull the fur surrounding my ball sac, that drove me over the edge. My first
shot went all the way to my nipples, followed by several more. By the time
I had finished shooting, there was a trail of cum from my hairy nipples all
the way to my brown forest. I couldn't remember the last time I had cum so
fucking much.
      Both of us drained, we lay there, surrounded by silence. Finally I
felt Dad's hand come over and he placed it on my stomach. "You think you're
going to like your old coming for a visit?" he asked with a grin.
      "Fuck, at this point, I'll move you lock stock and everything here,
and we'll make this permanent," I laughed.
      I turned back on my side, and I felt Dad lean into me once more. I
could feel some of his cum that had leaked into his bush, and it felt wet
next to my ass. I pushed back into him hard, and in no time at all, both of
us were sound asleep.

End of Part 1. Feel free to write and tell me what you think.

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