It all started when his dad came downstairs one evening wearing just his shorts and nothing else. Mom told him to go and put some clothes on. She’d caught him a few times like this, lolling about the house in just his shorts. She didn’t mind it when there was just the two of them in the house but she didn’t think it was right when their son Oliver was there to see it. Oliver was 18 but it still wasn’t right for him to be seeing his dad like this.
“The boy doesn’t want to be looking at that,” she said to him.
“It’s the middle of summer,” said Dad in his defence. “It’s too hot to be wearing clothes.”
He plonked himself down on the sofa.
Mom moved up to the other side of the sofa.
“Oliver doesn’t want to see you like that.”
“What do you mean? It’s not as if I’m naked.”
“You may as well be for what you’re wearing.”
Oliver didn’t say anything. He just stayed curled up in his armchair watching the telly.
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It all started when his dad came downstairs one evening
wearing just his shorts and nothing else. Mom told him to go and put some
clothes on. She’d caught him a few times like this, lolling about the house in
just his shorts. She didn’t mind it when there was just the two of them in the
house but she didn’t think it was right when their son Oliver was there to see
it. Oliver was 18 but it still wasn’t right for him to be seeing his dad like
this.
“The boy doesn’t want to be looking at that,” she said to
him.
“It’s the middle of summer,” said Dad in his defence. “It’s
too hot to be wearing clothes.”
He plonked himself down on the sofa.
Mom moved up to the other side of the sofa.
“Oliver doesn’t want to see you like that.”
“What do you mean? It’s not as if I’m naked.”
“You may as well be for what you’re wearing.”
Oliver didn’t say anything. He just stayed curled up in his
armchair watching the telly.
“And anyway,” continued Dad, “it wouldn’t matter if I was
naked. You can be such a prude sometimes, Jayne. Honestly.”
Oliver allowed a quick image of his dad naked to enter his
head but then he concentrated on the telly to take his mind off it.
Dad scratched his balls through his silky shorts.
Mom gave a tut.
“Colin! Stop doing that!”
“Bloody ‘ell, woman! They’re itchy. What do you expect me to
do?”
“The boy doesn’t want to see his dad messing with his balls
like that.”
“Will you stop turning it into a big issue? The lad probably
didn’t even see me.”
“I didn’t,” Oliver said, not taking his eyes from the TV
screen.
“You see,” said Dad.
“Well I did,” said Mom.
“Well you shouldn’t have been looking. And anyway, even if
Oliver did see, it wouldn’t bother him. Would it, son?”
“What?”
“It wouldn’t bother you if you saw me scratching my balls.”
“No.”
This was all getting a bit awkward for Oliver.
“The lad probably does it himself anyway,” said Dad. “Isn’t
that right, son? You scratch your balls when they get itchy, don’t you?”
“Eh?”
“Your balls. You scratch them when they get itchy.”
“I don’t have itchy balls.”
Mom had had enough of all this talk about itchy balls.
“Can we change the subject, please?”
“You started it,” said Dad.
“No I didn’t,” said Mom. “You started it by scratching your
balls.”
Now Oliver had had enough.
“Can we stop talking about Dad’s balls, please?”
“Exactly,” said Mom.
Oliver gave a tut and shook his head.
Dad caught Mom giving him a disapproving look.
“What have I done now?” he said.
“Go and put some clothes on, will you?”
“Shut up. I’m staying as I am. It’s too hot and sticky to be
wearing clothes, and I’m not talking about my cock.”
Mom didn’t find that amusing but Oliver laughed out loud.
“Did you like that one, son?” asked Dad, feeling pleased
with himself.
“Yeah. Good one that, Dad.”
Mom gave a tut.
“You’re as bad as each other, you two.”
Mom got up, kissed her husband then picked up her handbag.
“Right, I’m off. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, love. Hope you win.”
Mom kissed her son on the cheek.
“Bye, love. And make him put some bloody clothes on.”
“See you later, Mom.”
Mom went off to bingo leaving her husband and son in the
house.
“Thank god for that,” Dad said, and he scratched his balls
again.
Oliver gave a laugh.
“This is more like it, eh, son?”
Oliver glanced at his dad’s package then quickly looked
away.
“It’s too hot to be wearing all those clothes, son. Take
them off.”
“What?”
“It’s just us now, son. We don’t have to worry about your
mom.”
“I’m all right as I am.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the naked body, son. If you want
to take all your clothes off then take them off.”
“I don’t want to take all my clothes off.”
“I’ve seen you naked before, son.”
“Not for years you haven’t. And why are you talking like
this?”
“I’m just saying, that’s all. Your mother can be such a
prude. If it was up to me we’d all be naked in the house.”
“Dad, now you’re being really weird. Stop it.”
“I’m serious, son. I might take my shorts off in a bit.”
“You do and I’m going straight upstairs.”
“It’s not sexual, son. It’s perfectly natural being naked.
Why shouldn’t we all be naked together?”
“What’s brought all this on?”
“Well if you want to know, I was looking at one of those
naturist videos on my computer.”
“Oh yes?”
“Eh? You see what I mean? It’s all about sex with you, isn’t
it? It was a perfectly innocent video about nudists, not the kind of videos you
look at.”
“Shut up.”
“I know what you get up to in your bedroom, son.”
“Shut up, Dad.”
“There’s nothing pornographic about naturism. So yeah, I was
looking at it and I thought: that’s how we should all live, as nature intended.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of, the naked body.”
“Well, that’s debatable.”
“You see, it’s remarks like that…”
“I’m joking.”
“Yes, well…”
“Just stop going on about it, Dad. I don’t want to hear my
dad talking like this.”
Dad scratched his balls again through his silky shorts.
Oliver noticed and this time he kept his eyes on his dad’s
package a little bit longer.
Dad stopped talking.
Dad and son sat there watching the telly. Oliver couldn’t
stop thinking about it, what his dad said. Dad was right of course. That was
how we should all live, as nature intended. The naked body wasn’t anything to
be ashamed of. Oliver would love to be naked in the house. He was always naked
in the privacy of his bedroom. He loved being naked like all boys his age did.
But the thing is, he associated being naked with feeling sexy. Whenever he got
naked his cock got hard. End of. He associated nakedness with sex. Dad may say
there’s nothing sexual about it but the naked body made Oliver feel nothing but
sexy. He would love to be sitting there naked now with his dad but no way could
he take his clothes off, for he was certain he’d get an erection right in front
of his dad. There was no way he would be able to keep that tender dick down. He
was fully aware that there were families out there who had no problems with
being naked with each other but he knew that if he got naked in front of his
mom and dad he’d embarrass himself with a boner. So that was why he just stayed
sitting there all hot and sweaty under his clothes.
They both sat there watching a film on the telly, Dad on the
sofa, Oliver in the armchair. Halfway through the film Dad fell asleep. He’d
had a couple of cans and it always had that effect on him. He was sitting with
his legs spread wide. He always sat like that. That image came into Oliver’s
head again: his dad naked. Oliver had never seen his dad naked before. Dad was
right though. There shouldn’t be a problem with nakedness. Why should there be
this taboo thing about the naked body? Families should all be naked together.
It should be ok and normal and natural for all the family to be naked in the
house.
Oliver sat there looking at his dad.
“Dad?”
Dad didn’t move.
Oliver called him again, only this time louder.
“Dad?”
Dad was out for the evening. He’d be snoring in a bit.
Oliver got this overwhelming urge to try it. Right now. In
the living room with his dad on the sofa.
Ok. Go for it.
Oliver took all his clothes off, not taking his eyes off his
sleeping dad. He stood there in the living room bare arsed bollock naked and sure
enough his dick pulsed up into a big throbbing hard-on. He knew it would
happen. There was no way it was ever going to stay down.
Oliver had never felt sexier in his life. He had the
strongest cock throb ever. This is what would have happened if his dad was
awake. How embarrassing would that have been? His dad seeing him naked with an
erection? That was why he couldn’t do it, get naked in front of his dad, or his
mom. That was why he couldn’t be all natural and naked in front of his parents.
Imagine what they’d think of him.
Son! You pervert! Getting an erection over your mom and dad!
It wouldn’t be because he found his parents sexually
exciting or anything. It would be just because he felt sexy whenever he was
naked. Simple as.
He felt so good now, being naked and boned up in the living
room, he didn’t want to put his clothes back on. So he stayed naked. He sat
down and there really was only one thing that he could do. And so he did it; he
took himself in hand. With his dad safely asleep on the sofa Oliver had a big
hot sexy wank. It was the best wank he’d ever had. Halfway through his wank he
happened to glance over to his dad’s package. He could actually see up the legs
of his dad’s shorts.
Dad wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts and Oliver could
see his dad’s balls. He had to do a double take.
Fuck, they are well big!
Slowly Oliver jacked his cock, looking at his dad’s big
hairy balls.
Wow! Big bollocks, Dad!
Oliver stopped wanking for a bit just so he could get a
proper look at his dad’s balls.
I wish my balls were that big.
Oliver found himself jacking off over his dad’s balls. He
did it at first without fully realizing what he was doing. Then it dawned on
him that he was wanking off over his dad’s balls. He didn’t stop. He carried
on. This was well sexy and he didn’t want it to stop. This was proper hot wank
material all right. Dad may have known that his son wanked off over porn on his
computer in his bedroom but what Dad didn’t know was that his son wanked off
over gay porn. Well, this was sexier than anything the boy had ever seen on his
computer.
Oliver stopped stroking his cock.
No. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by my
dad.
He looked away.
Fuck it.
He looked back. His dad’s big hairy balls made his cock
tingle some more and his hand went back to work.
Dad moved a little in his sleep, his shorts riding up his
thighs. Now, Dad’s big hairy balls were hanging out of his shorts and the head
of his cut cock popped into view.
Oh my god! I can see Dad’s cockhead!
And what a cockhead it was. Well big and fat. Fully plump it
was, shiny and purple. And if Oliver wasn’t mistaken there was a big wet blob
of pre-cum on the tip. Oliver leaned forward on the edge of the chair to get a
closer look.
Yeah. Dad’s cock is definitely pre-cumming.
Oliver found himself filling his head with sexy thoughts:
thoughts of slipping his hand up the leg of Dad’s shorts and tugging on that
big cock, pulling it down and giving that big fat head a good licking, getting
the taste of his dad’s pre-cum on his tongue.
Oliver stood up, faced his dad and wanked himself silly,
carefully cupping his other hand to his bell-end, ready to collect the
squirting jizz. His body tensed, his back arched, and his dick spewed gallons
of thick white cum into his cupped hand. The first squirt actually missed his
hand and almost hit Dad, splashing against the back of the sofa.
With a handful of his cock jizz he went off to the bathroom.
He emptied his squirt down the sink, wiped his cock on a towel and went to his
room thinking about what he’d just done.
The next day Oliver felt a bit guilty about what he’d done,
wanking off over his dad whilst he was asleep. He shouldn’t have done it. He
felt bad about doing it. He didn’t feel bad about it for long though. By night
time he was wanking himself silly again thinking about it in his bedroom.
A few days later Mom had gone out and there was just Oliver
and his dad in the house again. Oliver was in his bedroom and Dad downstairs.
Oliver had been thinking about it for the last couple of days, what he’d done,
wanking off over his sleeping dad, and he did think about telling his dad, just
to see how he’d react. Maybe Dad would get turned on. No, why would he? Why
would Dad get turned on if he found out that his son had had a wank over him?
Oliver was the gay one, not Dad.
Just then Dad shouted from downstairs.
“Son?”
“What?”
“I just thought I’d best warn you.”
“What about?”
“Your mom’s gone out again and I’m sitting down here naked.”
“What?”
“I said I’m naked.”
“You’re naked?”
“As the day I was born, son.”
Oliver gave a tut and shook his head.
“I can’t cope with all this weirdness, Dad,” he lied, his
cock springing up into a raging boner.
Oliver was naked himself and was now lying on his bed
stretched out with the biggest boner ever throbbing along his belly.
“We’ve been through this, son. There’s nothing weird about
being naked. I’m only telling you because I don’t want to be giving you a shock
if you come down and see me like this.”
Oliver jumped off the bed. He stood there with his aching
dick throbbing in his hand.
He so wanted to see his dad naked.
“I have a right to be naked in my own house, son,” Dad
shouted from downstairs. “And do you know what, son? You really should try it.
You’d like it. It’s very liberating, son. Are you listening, son?”
“Yeah.”
“Come down and join me. Just us men together. Get naked with
your dad. You’ll like it, son. I promise.”
“I can’t, Dad.”
“Course you can.”
“No. Honestly. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Because I’ve got a boner!
That’s what Oliver should have said.
But instead he said, “Because I’m shy.”
“Don’t be silly, son.”
“I want to, Dad, but I’m too shy.”
“Son, come down and take your clothes off. You’re not
worried about the size of your willie, are you?”
“No I’m not worried about the size of my willie.”
“If it’s only a little one, son, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve not got a little willie. All right?”
“Well come down then.”
Oliver’s heart was pounding in his chest.
Do it. Go for it. Walk downstairs now. Naked with an
erection. Show it to Dad. Show him what it does to me being naked. Show him why
I worry about getting naked in front of him. He’ll understand when he sees my
boner like this. He won’t be angry with me. He won’t call me a gay boy. Or a
pervert. Or a sicko. He’ll understand that I’m a horny hot-blooded 18-year-old
boy with a tender penis that won’t stay down.
“You still there, son?”
Oliver took a deep breath.
He stepped out of his room.
He took a step down the stairs.
Then another.
And another.
Slowly he walked down the stairs bare arsed bollock naked,
his dick bobbing up and down, his whole body tingling with sexy sensations.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He took hold of the
door handle and opened the door.
“Son?”
Oliver walked into the living room and displayed his naked
aroused body to his dad. Not only did Dad’s eyes light up, but so did Oliver’s
eyes, for Dad was sitting there on the sofa naked with his huge stiff cock
throbbing along his hairy belly.
“Dad?”
“Son?”
Oliver just stood there staring at his dad’s erection.
Dad just sat there staring at his son’s erection.
“I told you you’d like it, son.”
Oliver smiled.
“I can see you like it, Dad.”
Dad patted the sofa and Oliver sat down besides him.
“This is the life eh, son?”
Oliver smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Sexy boy,” Dad said, tickling his son’s belly, Oliver’s
hard dick rolling back and to along his belly as he squirmed around under his
dad’s tickling fingers.
Dad put his hands behind his head and just sat there showing
off his big aroused cock to his son. He looked at his son’s cock.
“Nice cock, son.”
“Not as big as yours, Dad.”
Oliver was blushing big time but he was feeling horny as
hell.
“So…what do we do now, Dad?”
“Well…whatever comes natural, son.”
“You said it wasn’t about sex, being naked.”
“Yeah, well it can be. I knew you’d get a hard-on, son.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Of course I did. You’ve always got a hard-on in your
bedroom. You never stop playing with that thing of yours.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m not having a go at you, son. I was the same when I was
your age. All boys are. You love your cock, don’t you?”
“Course I do.”
“Well let’s see how much you love it then.”
“What?”
“I’m talking about this, son.”
Dad took hold of his own cock and jacked himself off right
in front of his son.
Oliver’s eyes lit up. He grabbed his dick and joined his dad
in a mutual wank.
“Good boy.”
Dad and son jacked off together on the sofa.
“It doesn’t get much better than this, son.”
Oliver laughed.
“Yeah.”
Dad noticed his son kept checking him out. He had to ask the
question.
“You don’t have to tell me, son, if you don’t want to. You
can tell me to fuck off and mind my own business if you want to but are you…?”
“Yes, Dad. I’m gay.”
What better way to come out when you’re having a naked wank
with Dad? Oliver had dreaded this moment, his dad, or his mom or indeed anybody
finding out that he was gay. He hadn’t planned on coming out to anybody but it
just seemed right telling his dad while they were both naked and boned up
together. For one moment he thought:
Shit! What have I just said?
But then Dad offered his hand.
“That’s cool. Put it there, son.”
“What? Oh…ok then.”
Oliver knew what his dad meant but pretended to
misunderstand and slapped his dick in his dad’s hand.
Dad knew his son was misunderstanding for comic effect
“Good one, son.”
But did Dad take his son’s dick out of his hand? No. Did Dad
wrap his hand round his son’s dick? Yes.
“Dad?”
“It’s the least I can do for you, son.”
“Oh, Dad.”
Dad gave his son a slow loving wank. Oliver sat back with
his arms thrown over the back of the sofa whilst Dad gave him a long slow
sensuous handjob.
“Oh, Dad.”
“It’s ok, son. I just want you to be happy, son. I love you,
you know that, don’t you?”
“And I love you, Dad.”
With his hand going up and down on his son’s dick, Dad
leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Oliver turned his head whilst Dad’s lips
were still on his cheek until their lips were touching. Dad and son kissed on
the lips, Dad’s hand going up and down on his son’s cock. Then Oliver’s hand
went for his Dad’s cock. Father and son kissed passionately on the lips, their
hands exploring each other’s body. Dad lay back on the sofa and his boy lay on
top of him.
“Dad?”
“Mom need never know about this, son. Or anybody.”
“You won’t tell Mom that I’m gay, will you? Or my friends?”
“Of course not, son.”
“I will tell my mom when I’m ready. I’m just not ready yet,
that’s all.”
“Son, you know she’ll still love you.”
“I know but…”
“I know, son.”
Dad was loving this, having hot naked fun with his gay son,
his hands sliding up and down his boy’s back.
“Your skin is so soft, son. Just like your mom’s.”
Dad’s hands gripped his boy’s bum nice and tight, and his
fingertips slid in the warm crack. Oliver twitched on top of his dad. Dad’s
fingers went in his son’s bum crack, teasing his son’s tight little hole, Oliver
moaning and groaning, slipping his tongue in his dad’s mouth.
“Does this mean you’re gay too, Dad?”
“I don’t have to be gay to have fun with my son, do I?”
“No, Dad.”
“I love you, son. That’s all that matters.”
“And I love you, Dad.”
They kissed passionately, rubbing their hot naked bodies
together, dick rolling and slapping against dick, Dad’s fingers now pressing
against the soft flesh of his son’s bumhole. Dad brought a finger to his mouth.
He got it wet with his spit then slipped his wet finger up his son’s bum,
making him give out a little squeal. Dad felt his son’s cock swell up bigger,
Oliver’s arsehole squeezing tight round Dad’s finger. Dad had his boy twisting
around on top of him. A finger up the bum didn’t half make Oliver squirm.
Dad had never done the boy’s mom up the bum, but like most
guys he’d fantasised about it. His son was enjoying having that finger up his
bum, and Dad thought: if my finger can make him squirm like that then imagine
what my cock can do to him.
Dad just wanted to make his boy happy. He gazed lovingly
into his boy’s eyes.
“Do you want me inside you, son?”
“Oh, Dad. Nothing would please me more. Please, Dad.”
Dad took his son up to bed. Oliver lay face down, holding
the pillow, waiting for Dad to give him what he had only dreamt about. Dad got
down between his son’s arse cheeks and spread them wide, taking in the
wonderful sight of his son’s most private bodily part: his pink little bumhole.
Dad got his face real close and breathed in the sexy warm musky smell coming
from his beautiful son. Oliver usually smelt of deodorant. He was forever
spraying himself like most boys his age. But this natural musky smell of sweat
and cock and balls and arse was so much nicer. Why do boys mask their sexy
bodily smells? Cock, balls, arse and sweat, that’s what boys should smell of,
not deodorant. Dad found the musky smells coming from his son down there
strangely sexy. He loved the natural body aroma of the boy’s mom. The smell of
her pussy turned him on big time, but this, the smell of his boy down there, it
made Dad’s cock harder than it had ever been. Did this mean he was gay? Like
his son? Surely. He was bisexual at the very least.
Dad got his face right in there between the cheeks of his
son’s bum and kissed the tender hole, Oliver twisting and writhing. It gave Dad
so much pleasure hearing his boy groan when he kissed that tender pink hole.
Dad kept his mouth between his boy’s bum cheeks. Into the silky soft flesh
between Oliver’s tight bubble butt cheeks Dad’s tongue slipped. Oliver had
never felt closer to his dad than what he felt right now. He pushed his bum up
into his dad’s face, and Dad’s tongue slipped deeper inside him.
Dad pulled his tongue out and moved back a little just so he
could look at the beautiful sight of his son’s tight bubble butt and the pink
wet hole between those spread cheeks. Dad saw his boy’s wet arsehole twitching.
Oliver wanted his dad’s cock all right.
Dad got on top of his naked boy and pressed the head of his
cock against that tight little hole. He pushed with his cock, telling his boy
that he loved him.
“I love you, son.”
“I love you, Dad.”
Oliver’s hole pulsated against his dad’s cock. Dad pulled
his cock away, spit on his hand, lubed his cock up and put it back between his
son’s bum cheeks. With one hand on his son’s shoulder, Dad pushed with his
slick dick.
“Oh, Dad.”
Bit by bit Dad’s cock slid up his boy’s bum. He told his son
to take deep breaths and to relax. Oliver took deep breaths and tried to relax.
Dad knew how much his son wanted this and he didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Relax, son. Deep breaths. Good boy.”
Slowly Dad worked his cock inside his boy, slowly filling
his son inch by inch, pushing his big fat cock into his son’s tender arse. Dad
gave it to his son, every inch of his cock and Oliver squeezed his bum around
it, twisting and writhing underneath his dad. Oliver lay there underneath his
dad, every inch of his dad’s cock buried deep inside him, his dad’s warm breath
on his neck, those four words in his ear.
“I love you, son.”
This was the most intense moment of Oliver’s life, hearing
his dad telling him that he loved him whilst his cock was inside him.
Dad began a slow fuck, gradually picking up speed.
“Oh fuck. Fuck me, Dad. Oooh!”
Oliver was gripping the pillow, his knuckles white, grinding
his smooth tight bubble butt into his dad’s sweaty groin, Dad now banging away,
his balls making a nice sexy plopping sound as they smacked against his son’s
soft-skinned hard bum cheeks.
“Oh Dad, that feels so good! Oh don’t stop, Dad!”
Long deep strokes made Oliver squirm. Each time Dad pushed
with his cock, Oliver pushed back with his bum. Dad’s hand slipped underneath
his boy. He wanked his son’s tender cock in rhythm to his bum fucks. Oliver
wanted his dad’s spunk inside him. He squeezed his hot bum around Dad’s cock.
Dad slammed one final time and Oliver felt it, his dad’s hot spunk pumping
inside him, his own dick jizzing up in his dad’s hand.
Dad pulled out of his boy.
They both lay side by side looking lovingly into each
other’s eyes, their cocks no longer aching, an intense bond between Father and
son.
They couldn’t possibly feel any closer.
Being naked didn’t have to be about sex but both Dad and son
were glad it was in this case.
The next morning Mom was in the kitchen making a brew when
Dad walked in as naked as the day he was born.
“Colin! This has gone too far now. Go and put some clothes
on before Oliver gets up.”
Dad scratched his limp dick. He went to the sink and got
himself a glass of water. Mom’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw
her son walk into the kitchen as naked as the day he was born.
“Morning, Mom.”
Oliver walked past his dad, smacking him on the bum.
Scratching his soft dick, Oliver sat down at the table and helped himself to a
round of toast.
“Oh fuck it,” said Mom and she took all her clothes off.
Dad joined his son at the table.
Mom joined her husband and son, all three of them sitting
naked at the table.
Dad and son looked into each other’s eyes across the table.
Mom had no idea there were two very hard dicks under the
table.
