Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 11:50:11 -0600 From: David C Subject: Bonding With My Dad Part 3 (Gay>Incest) If you object to, or are not of age to read this content, please leave immediately. Thank you for your support and feedback from the previous chapters. I would have posted this part sooner, but I am in school, and I do work, so I do not have as much free time as I would like. As always, your comments and feedback are always welcomed. Please email me at davidatnifty@gmail.com Thanks! Enjoy! ***** PART 3 Ever since my father and I started to jack off together, we became really close. There were little to no boundaries between us. It was great to feel relaxed around him. Being at home with him felt like the only place where I could let loose. When summer came around and I didn't have to go to school, I would sit on the couch sometimes waiting for him to come home. I would look at porn on my phone and tug on my dick, waiting for him so he could join me and bust a nut. Sometimes, on the days he didn't have to go to work, we jack off together before breakfast. My dad believes that taking care of morning wood is key to having a good day. On days we were feeling particularly lazy, we would just lay around the house in sleeveless undershirts and our underwear. This one morning, I was getting ready to go hang out with Nick for the day, and my dad was getting ready to go to work. I had already started to run the water in the shower, but my dad barged in. Our rooms were connected by a bathroom, which I always thought was a little odd for my dad and I to be sharing. Our house had three bedrooms upstairs. Two of them shared a bathroom, and the extra one had its own bathroom. One would think that we would pick the rooms without connecting bathroom, but we chose the bedrooms we did because they were much larger than the one with it's own bathroom. I was kicking my boxer briefs off my leg as my dad opened the door from his room. He saw me standing there, in a tight white undershirt and no underwear. I wasn't erect, but had a slight chubby. I wasn't aroused by anything, but I had just woken up. My dad stood in the doorway in a pair of white boxers rose up high on his thighs. "Oh, I was about to get in the shower" My dad stated. It was kind of ironic how we would jack off together, and practically had no boundaries, yet sharing a shower is where we drew the line. My dad stood puzzled for a quick second until he realized how stupid it would be to wait till I was done. "You don't mind if I get in do you?" He asked "Na" I said, pulling back the showers glass door to get in. I didn't think very much of it. Neither of us ever used the shower in the other room, mainly because we felt like it was a spare room, and frankly, it felt creepy in that bathroom. As I stood under the shower head, wetting my body, my dad stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, brushing his teeth with one hand, and checking work emails with the other. "What time do you get out today?" I asked, running my hand through my wet hair. "Around 6, maybe" He answered as he pulled the glass door to get in. Steam escaped through the door to fill the rest of the bathroom. I moved to the back of the shower to let him get under the shower head. Our shower was quite large. Granite covered the three walls, and a large glass wall with a small opening at the top made the other wall. The shower had little shelves protruding from the walls to hold soaps and shampoos. "What time are you coming home?" He asked He closed his eyes as he put his face directly under the running stream, and twisted his body to get his backside wet. I watched as the running water slowly crept down his muscular back and made its way to his round, toned ass. "I don't know" I said as I picked up a loofah and a bar of soap "What do you mean you don't know?" He asked in a harsh tone. My father may have been lenient, but he was till my dad and still cared about what I was out doing. He hated it when I would be vague with him about who I was going out with, where I would go, or what time I would be back. He was really laid back, but he still really cared. I was just grateful he wasn't overbearing. "I mean; I don't know what we're going to be doing. I won't come home too late, I promise." I stated as I rubbed the bar of soap on the loofah to make a lather. "Just answer if I call you." "Yes sir" I taunted. He took away the loofah from my hand, but then quickly realized I was just about to use it. To my to my surprise, he grabbed me by the shoulders, and twisted me around. He then started to scrub my back with it. "Who are you going out with?" He asked, trying and make small talk. "Nick" I responded as I reached for the shampoo. "That's it?" "Yeah, I'm not exactly hanging out with the entire town" I said as I lathered shampoo in my hair. "I've always liked that kid. How's Nathan doing?" Nathan was Nick's dad. "Good, I think" I really didn't know Our fathers would talk from time to time when they went to our sporting events. My dad was also very particular about who I hung out with. Nick wasn't known to be a troublemaker, so my dad loved him. When I was younger my dad would have to know who were my friends and who their parents were. I guess you could say he was protective, but not over protective. Just as long as I wasn't getting into trouble, I could do anything I'd like. My dad moved up to scrub the back of my neck, which felt like a massage. Sadly, he only lingered there for a couple of seconds. He turned me around again, this time to face him. He grabbed my wrist to extend my arm outward, and thoroughly scrubbed me from my shoulder all the way down to my hands. After he did this with both arms, and later moved on to my chest. He squeezed the loofah as he pressed it to my chest. At this point, every part of me was sudsy. He handed me the loofah and lathered my chest and abs with his hand. He was working quickly and steadily. He shoved his hand under my arms to scrub my armpits. It tickled for a second as I heard the noise of his hand rubbing the hair under my arms. Since his arms were already extended outwards, cleaning my body, I decided to lather those up first. His beefy arms looked great when they were covered in soap. He seemed to appreciate how firmly I scrubbed, making sure he was completely clean. I motioned for him to turn around when I was done with his front side, and he obeyed. As I lathered his back, I admired how perfectly tone he was. One of the best things about my dad was that he was not one of those gross looking guys with rippling muscles that look like they belong on a steroid documentary. His was more of a natural looking muscle. He turned back to me to continue rubbing the soap around my chest. I watched him as he maneuvered his hands around my front side. He seemed to be more worried that I get clean before he did. I guess it was his paternal instinct. I noted that I was starting to get slightly hard. I kind of got embarrassed at this. Despite my father and I having jacked off together, I never really got aroused by him touching my body. I didn't necessarily like the idea of my dad filling me up, but it was the feeling of someone touching me that got me hard. Slowly, my cock grew to its erect state, and I hoped my father didn't notice. But, of course, he did. I noticed he didn't pay much attention to is, so I just continued to scrub him. Meanwhile, he massaged by chest with his thumb, applying pressure as he moved his thumb in circular motions on my upper chest. Soon enough, he had a raging boner as well. There came a point when we both decided we were clean enough, and took our hands off each other. Our focus then turned to our own bodies. My father and I simultaneously rubbed our own torsos as our hard cocks were dripping wet. Our hard cocks nearly touched as we stood right in front of each other. He was the first to touch his, but I followed soon after. We both tugged on our meaty cocks with our thumbs and forefingers. My dad raised his hand against the granite wall as he guided his fingers through his engorged penis. I grabbed a hold of my cock and gradually adopted a jerking motion. We looked down at our bodies as we jerked off. I could feel my dad's eyes on me. He watched as I played with my manhood, and I watched him as well. My father and I would let out soft moans and groans as our cocks oozed with precum that ran off our dicks with the water. With the hand he was holding onto the wall, he grabbed me by the shoulder, still jerking his dick with the other. He gripped and gave me a tight embrace as he fondled himself. Our faces were inches away from each other, looking downwards at each other's bodies. Water with trace amounts of soap trailed our muscular, semi-hairy bodies. As we got further into our session, we got closer to each other. As our faces almost touched, I could hear my dad let out deep groans of pleasure. After having jacked off together multiple times, I came to assume that my dad would probably be a very noisy person in bed. If he made these many whimpers and moans while he was jacking off, I could just imagine the noises he would make with a real pussy sliding up and down his cock. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and I could see his chest and stomach expand and contrast as his breathing grew more intense. He kept a steady motion on his cock as he continued to grab me by the shoulder. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much that he would most likely stumble over if he wasn't grabbing on to me. I knew he was on the verge of cumming when he tightened his grip on my shoulder, his thighs stiffened, and he slightly hunched over. He made an audible gasp as his stomach stiffened, perfectly exposing his abs. He leaned on to me, wrapping his arm around my back, sort of like a hug. He rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing heavily in my ear. Our fairly hairy chests rubbed together, and I could feel his body clench. I was slightly taken by surprise as my dad leaned on me as he came. I could feel a warm substance shoot on my stomach as I looked straight ahead. When my dad finished fidgeting and practically manhandling me, he leaned off me. I looked down to see the upper part of my stomach all the way down to me lower abdomen covered in my father's semen. The thick substance slowly dripped down my abs to collect most of it near my belly button. "Sorry, dude" My dad said, catching his breath. "It's fine" I stated. I could tell my dad was not just apologizing for cumming on me, but also getting very physical with me. I was perfectly fine with it. We all do crazy shit on the edge of cumming. My dad stepped out of the way to let the shower head hit my cum covered stomach. Unfortunately, since water and cum don't mix very well, the cum clumped up on the hair on my lower abdomen, and my pubes. Very delicately, my dad rubbed my stomach and tried to pick off little clumps of semen stuck to the small strands of hair on my stomach. I looked at my dad as he focused on cleaning me up. The skin under his eyes, on his cheekbones were a flushed red. He gave up picking off his own seed from my hair, and reached for the sudsy loofah we had tossed to the side. He put his hands on my lower back and turned me around, away from him. He stood behind me, reached over, and scrubbed the loofah on my stomach, creating a rich lather. "You're turn" He said, in a nonchalant voice. I turned my attention back to my cock, which was still erect. It isn't very difficult to keep a hard on as a teen. I stroked from my thick shaft as my dad scrubbed my stomach. He pressed up behind me. I could feel his chest on my upper back. I could also feel his flaccid cock on my lower back. It was flaccid, but large nonetheless. When my dad finished cleaning my stomach, he moved his hands to the back of my neck. He firmly rubbed his hands against my neck. Meanwhile, I slightly thrust my hips to let my veiny cock pump through my hand. I closed my eyes and pretended I my cock was rubbing up against a petite pussy, just begging to be fucked. I looked down to see that my chest was pink in color. I could also feel my cheeks and ears burning up. Being this horny made me particularly warm, and it didn't help that my father was rubbing me, encouraging me to bust a nut. As I felt that familiar orgasmic feeling in the pit of my stomach, my father leaned in to my ear. "Yeah, let it all out dude" He whispered in my ear as he looked shoulder. I held my breath and closed my eyes as the onslaught of pleasure came over my body. My beefy body stiffened as my cock shot out my healthy adolescent cum. "Just like that man" My dad said as he consoled me as I squirmed in pleasure. I finally breathed in an audible gasp of air as the last of my seed left my shaft. "That's my boy" my dad exclaimed as he gave me a pat on the back. I had left a huge dripping mess on the glass wall of the shower. My viscous, warm semen slowly seeped down the transparent wall to later touch the water and be carried down the drain. I looked over at my dad who had a grin on his face. I later came to realize that at that moment, he was showing pride for me. He was proud that his once boy was now a man. It seemed like just a short while ago I was a young boy who needed his help with everything, but now I was a young man with a huge meaty cock with a potential to have my own son one day. My dad shut off the water, pulled the door aside, and grabbed a towel. He gave me first priority. He towel dried me off, then did the same to himself with the already moist towel. Without saying a word, we each went back to our respective rooms and got ready for the day. I picked out what I was going to wear for the day and headed downstairs, where my dad had already gotten dressed and started making a quick breakfast Two waffles sprung out of the toaster immediately as I walked into the room. My dad quickly grabbed and put them on a plate, handing them to me. "For you" He said with a smile "Thanks" I said as I grabbed my plate and headed towards the table. "Hey, I got to get going" My dad said as he sipped on a mug and swiped his car keys from the kitchen counter. "You aren't having breakfast?" I asked, kind of disappointed. "Sorry dude. I was running late as is. I'll see you later. Have fun" He explained to me in his calming dad voice. He playfully ruffled my wet hair and was out the door. To Be Continued...