Date: Wed, 01 Nov 2000 09:29:16 CST From: ru 2 Subject: Luke and His Dad part 6 This is a fictional story. The real events that inspired it were from my early teen years when I spent the night at a friend's house. His dad was naked a lot. He'd get out of the shower and watch TV in the living room just in his towel. It was no big deal to them because we "were all grown men." Once we came in from skinny-dipping in their pool at night—the dad was home to our surprise. We never heard him come in. He just laughed and asked if the water was cold. We all went back out and the 3 of us stayed naked for a long time. We sat around naked the rest of the night. I never got to jerk off with either of them, but the experience of seeing them naked was the most erotic thing! Hope you enjoy the next part of Luke and his dad: LUKE AND HIS DAD -- Part 6 by dan x I had just had one of the most sexually fulfilling nights of my life approaching the age of 15. I had shared my best bud's dad's asshole. Luke had fucked his dad the night before, allowing me in afterwards. We had tasted each other's holes as well. I was in heaven. Jim's business became more successful and he was out of town more as the summer went on. This blew any chances for more hot threesomes. Luke said he'd begun sleeping with his father. They had had some more hot love and fuck sessions with just the two of them, but that tapered off at the end of summer. When Joe had to fly out a lot, my mom offered to let Luke stay over. My dad had built an addition onto the house and I had my very own private room at the back next to the pool. I felt very grown up. Luke, his dad, and I never got to be together then, but Luke and I had hot fucks in my new room. I even had a lock on my door, so we easily slept in the same bed naked. The whole last year I had become more athletic and with all of our bike riding, I'd developed nice legs, something I've kept up with up to today. Finally, school started and that year I blossomed, you could say. I got taller and more toned. I went out for swimming and loved it. My confidence rose. I liked seeing naked guys in the lockers, too. I began dated more girls than before. I liked sex with my best bud, but I would not turn down any sex with a decent partner. I was a little popular with the girls and had lots of chances to fool around. As I entered high school the next year, I even had some girls sneak in my back room with me late on weekends for a fuck and some weed. Luke and I double dated a lot and got some out of town chicks to go back to my room with us. We had a wild group scene. I had a full bed and a couch in my room. I was so turned on to be doing a gal with my best friend over on the couch getting sucked by some blonde chick. We exchanged glances and winked at each other. My casual sex frenzy came to halt when I almost got Lisa Nguyen pregnant. She was a cute Vietnamese girl at school. Her family would have disowned her and mine would have probably done the same. Luckily, it was only some female problem that she got cleared up. We both didn't really know a lot about how one knows if they are pregnant or not, but we were later so relieved to find out she wasn't. I made sure I used condoms from then on. Safe sex was becoming an issue anyhow, and I thought I should be more careful. As time went on, I graduated went to college in a different city. Luke decided to join the Army and later went to college to be a programmer. I got a job in a successful finance company. Luke and I had nice fuck sessions up to his leaving for the military. After that, we did not meet in person for a long time. We kept in constant contact. He was like a brother to me. It's funny, we never thought about being gay or bi, we had to be an unusual case. We had no hang-ups about any of it. It was like really deep bonding for us to have sex. Jim remarried in those years. That was another factor that cooled things down. I always stayed close to him and later befriended his wife, Liz. She and Jim became friends with my parents over the years, too. I was happy for Luke. He would always love his mother, but now had someone to help fill in that void left after her death. After college, I met my wife, Karen. We met at a friend's party. We dated and started to have sex. She was a little kinky and introduced me to some wild new things. She was into nudism, so we never wore a stitch over at her place. We even took rides to the country to her parents old farm and spent the entire time there naked and fucking whenever possible. She had mentioned once she used to lust after her older brother. I knew she had kinky fantasies and loved getting her to open up about them. After She finished school, we got married and had my son, Eric. She later had complications and was told she couldn't have anymore children. We were glad to be blessed with the one we had. Eric is a cute kid, we are proud of him. Growing up, he was always used seeing us briefly naked at times. We never wore any clothes at home until he was about to start talking. Karen thought she might warp the kid if she didn't let him grow up and make his own choice to be naked, so we started dressing when he was close to three. However, he and I showered together until he started first grade. We slept naked, so when he got older and would try to sneak into our bed after a bad dream, he'd see us naked or close to it. We never made a big deal out of his own nudity, that is, we didn't yell at him when he'd get out of the shower and streak around the house. We found him naked several times playing with his toys. We did not want him to have hang ups about his body, but had to get him to keep his clothes on for when he started school. Over the years, he'd seen me naked several times. When he entered puberty, he got self conscious of his own body for a time, but quickly got over it. He always slept in his underwear only, and was eventually sleeping in the buff. If my wife or I had to go in and rouse him for school, he would openly be naked in bed, but covered with a sheet. In other words, he knew we knew he slept nude and were cool with it—we did it too. If he wouldn't wake up, I `d have to go in there and shake the bed some playfully. He'd look so cute all groggy and sleepy. I'd leave and he'd get up and walk naked to the shower and would soon be ready for school. In the last few months, I'd notice myself staring at my son's growing body. He's at that stage where he is getting a nice body, but is still a mix of lean and body fat. He is smooth and tan all over with a nice white butt. I'd get hard watching him stretch out on the lounge at the pool. My parents sold us their house before they moved to Florida years back, so I was still at my old pool. My son entered junior high school athletics for the first time two months. That was how we began our new close relationship. He was taking a general athletics class called Conditioning. I work out, but I don't like torturing myself. For these boys' ages, this seemed to be a rough class. Day one, he came home tired, but excited about the class. It was the last one he had before school let out. However, the second day, he came home and could hardly walk! He staggered into the kitchen where I was reading the paper and playfully fell on me. I caught him and he was hanging on with his arm around me, pretending to fall if I let go. "Dad, I feel like a truck ran over me..twice!" I told him he looked like it and from the smell of things needed a bath, too. He chuckled, but I could tell he was in pain. The coach had made them run and do lots of exercising. Like a basic training adapted for teens. Of course, all his friends were in it too, so it was a macho thing I could tell. Even though I teased him about needing a bath, I was turned on by it. Teen sweat had a different odor to it than I'd noticed with men I'd been around my own age. Here was my cute son hanging all over me in a tank top and shorts, still half-sweaty. I playfully hit him on the but and said, "you need to get fresh, guy". He said he knew but was too tired to get up. I surprised him and got up and carried him on my back to the shower. Damn, he was heavy! He was laughing and out of breath. I started the shower, and said to get in. After twenty minutes, he came out and walked to his room. His mother was away for a few days, so we were just two males alone. He went naked to his room as he usually did to dry off. I passed by hoping to get a nice glance at him. I hadn't seen him totally naked since he became a teen and was curious about the details. I had seen him briefly get out of bed, but that was too fast to see much. I saw his naked butt through the sheet when I'd wake him up, but still, I wanted to be up close. As I passed his room, he was laying face down on the bed, still undressed. I stopped in the doorway and asked if he was really ok. "Dad, my legs and shoulders are on fire, but besides the pain, I am ok." I told him I had an idea. I went to my bedroom and got some soothing, cool lotion. Karen and I use it for body massages. I told him to lay on his stomach with his arms down. I squirted a large amount of lotion on his back and he shrieked. "Dad! That's cold!" "Hold on a second, it will help the pain." "Ok, " he relented. I spread the lotion on his back and started to massage his shoulders. The feel of his body was electric. I got instantly hard. I couldn't help but imagine my buddy Luke's body when we were this age. I massaged his shoulders and back for a long time. He was slightly moaning. I skipped to his legs and began to rub them. I didn't know if I dared slide my hands up to his ass. I didn't want us to ruin our relationship because his dad molested him in his eyes. I made my way to his feet. They were sexy slender feet. It was funny, but I got my biggest reaction here. When he was a child, he laughed into oblivion when we tickled his feet. Now, was stretching them out for me to get total access to them. I rubbed the arches, heel, toes and all. Then he really moaned. Not like a loud one, but one like someone very relaxed. He was getting sleepy, and I had to go jack off, so I left him there naked and beautiful. I went to my room and ripped my clothes off. I was very horny now. I shot a load in seconds. I had to repeat it later before bed, too. He only got up for a supper snack and went to bed. My poor, tired baby. The next day he came home tore up again. Luckily he got his homework done at school and wanted to collapse again. I was delighted, when he timidly asked me to rub his bad again. This time, we had him skip the shower. I had him go to my bed and he took his clothes off without any inhibitions. He fell face first on the bed and shut his eyes. I got the lotion and got on the bed. To make it more comfortable for me, I stood over him and then squatted over his legs so that I was almost straddling him. He didn't question my position, but it was the only practical position for this large bed. I began to rub his back and shoulders. I was in shorts only and my bare legs were in contact with his. I was beyond hard, but he couldn't see it lying down on his stomach. After working over his upper body, I moved to the legs. I decided to take a chance and massage from his lower back to his cheeks. I did this carefully, not changing the speed of my hands rubbing in the lotion onto his skin. He didn't even flinch as my hands began to squeeze those bubble cheeks. I moved to his inner thigh, and he shouted, "right there dad, it hurts there". I rubbed the ass cheeks and inner thigh for over five minutes. "That's better dad," he kept saying. I couldn't help but wondering what his little butthole was like, hidden from my view. I bet it tastes wonderful. I imagined licking it after one of his athletic practices. I made my way to those fine feet again and went to work. I wanted to suck on his toes, but dared not. I looked up at his face and saw THE BIGGEST GRIN. I was becoming suspicious now, so I said, "Turn over." "Uh, that's okay dad, I am fine on my stomach." We started to rough house to get him onto his back. Upon doing so, I finally noticed a nice hardon pointing up at me. "Are you embarrassed about this?" I said as I pulled on it. "Dad!" he yelled, and wacked my hand. I was alarmed at first, but I calmed down. If he let me touch him thus far, it was not against his will. His face was beet red. I put my hand on his shoulder, and said, "Look, I `ve got one too." He looked down and nervously laughed. "Son, you have to expect that with such close body contact as were having. It's natural." He looked a little relieved. I took his hard medium dick in my hand and said, "You want me to finish the massage?" He nodded sheepishly. I rolled him onto his back and he lay there looking up at me. Man, I wanted to just grab him in my arms and make love to him. I rubbed lotion all over those boy pecs and stomach. His skin is hairless and silken. I tweaked his nipples and he giggled some. He relaxed again and laid back to enjoy. I rubbed the inside of his legs and made my way to his little balls. He jumped as my fingers touched his smooth nuts. "That tickles." He said in a sexy way. I put lotion on my hand and started to slowly stroke his cock. In about a minute, he was shooting a small load onto my arm and hand. I told him it feels better than his own hand I bet. His face was red, but he said yes. That began a ritual that we practice whenever we can. If my son wants to move onto the next level, I will let him make the move as Luke and I did. I don't want to confuse him into thinking being gay or bi at this age is bad. We now sleep naked together and cuddled when his mom's away. I love the sweet scent I get when my nose is nuzzled up against his neck. However, the only sex we have is me jacking him off after a massage. Who knows what will happen later on?