Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2023 23:54:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 7 of Caught under the sink Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply! Please email responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com This story features themes of gay incest, between a father and his minor son. Chapter 7: Robb (Dad) I lay behind him, holding him tightly against me as we remained on the couch for another moment, after I had asked him if he wanted to join me in the shower. My mind and body was still very much coming down from orgasmic bliss, bliss at a level I had hardly ever known. I kissed his neck tenderly, loving the taste of him, and with my finger I fondled his nipple, circling around it a bit in a little "O." Below, I had my wet, increasingly flaccid penis pushed up against his butt. "Ok, you ready?" I asked, and kissed his cheek. "I think so!" he said, hints of nervous excitement in his voice. With that, I sat up as best I could and he followed suit. I pulled my leg from the other side of him so that we sat next to each other side by side again. I stood up and, smiling, offered him my hand. He took it with a smile of his own, a shy one, and stood up himself. I led him by that hand of his downstairs to the level where our bedrooms were. I took us through the dark hallway down toward my bedroom, brought us through the door, and then past the queen sized bed and into my bathroom, the same one he had managed to hide in this morning, when I had caught him under the sink. "How did you sneak past me last night?" I asked, as we entered the bathroom and I flipped on the switch. "You are a pretty deep sleeper, Dad," he said, as I turned toward him and put my hands on his waist. "Ah, am I?" I asked, grinning. "How do you know that? Maybe it wasn't the first time you'd been in my room while I slept?" "Maybe ..." he said elusively. I looked down at his groin area and saw that he was still tenting in his little shorts. I brought my eyes up to gaze into his again, and I gently caressed his sides. For a moment, all of this felt so unreal. Had I really kissed my son, sucked on his lips, licked his neck? And was I about to take a shower with him? Was I prepared for this deep level of intimacy with anyone besides his mother, let alone he himself, my minor son who apparently didn't know anything about sex? "Are you still ok?" I asked him, searching his eyes, doing my best to understand whatever thoughts lay hidden behind them. "Yes, I want this," he reassured me, raising his hands to pay them on my shoulders. Oh, he was so beautiful in that moment! He radiated an affection and a sense of admiration for me that I had maybe never known before. I couldn't help but bend down to kiss him again on the lips. He pulled me in for a hug after that, caressing my back as I returned that favor. We parted and I stepped back a moment, and took his hands in mine. I asked, "So, how do you want to do this ...? You want to hide under the sink again?" I smiled, knowing he would smile back at the flirty joke. "I'm kidding, but seriously though ..." "I have to go to the bathroom, actually," he said now. "Feel free--or, wait ... do you ever pee in the shower?" I asked, suddenly feeling lewdly curious. "I mean, I do all the time myself." He blushed and looked away, then back at me, and said, "Yeah, I do too." "Ah, then let's just go in the shower--if you think you can wait that long ..." He nodded, so I continued, "Well, how about I undress first, and you can watch ... ?" He nodded again, smiling bashfully, so cute and shy in those moments. He went to sit on the closed toilet seat lid, and, when he had situated himself, I stepped in front of him by a couple short feet, and began my "striptease." In truth it wasn't much of a "tease," though I did take my time, always keeping my eye on him to gauge his interest in any particular actions I took. I started with my shirt, pulling it above my head to reveal my bare chest. As I indicated before, I had gotten into the habit of shaving myself from neck to toe. I just liked the way I looked when I did that, and the smoothness and lightness of my skin. I considered myself fairly "buff," having worked out regularly in the weight room for some time before this. I had what I would describe as hard pecs and a rock solid stomach. He looked up at me, biting his lip and seeming to gleefully take in the view. He reached his hand out to touch my stomach but I swatted it away playfully and said, "No touching." I stuck my tongue out for a second and winked at him, and he smiled so sweetly back at me, blushing so hard. Next, I pulled my shorts down, bending forward a little, and then kicking them off to the side once I had them down at my ankles. Again, my legs were muscular, and of course perfectly shaved, as smooth and shiny as a girl--or as his legs were still, no doubt! Above, my boxer briefs formed a heavy pouch in the front, filled as they were with my post-orgasm, dripping, flaccid penis and balls, not to mention the pools of cum that had been absorbed into the thin fabric. I did a little turn for fun, and so that he could watch me remove my boxer briefs from behind. I bent forward and slowly pulled them down, and stood up again, placing my hands on my hips. I couldn't see him, of course, but I imagined that he must be pretty impressed with my butt. It was, so to speak, one of my best assets. I had focused on toning myself there so much that, for all I could tell, from behind I was practically indistinguishable from Michelangelo's David. Maybe a bit of a stretch, but whatever! At last, the grand finale! I swayed seductively from side to side and turned around, smiling wide as our eyes met again. He then looked down at me, at my long, dangling, increasingly semi-hard cock and at my big, heavy balls, all of it totally hairless. I was circumcised, as was he, and my glans pointed lazily at him and drops of cum oozed out from it onto one of his knees below. He gulped, and then took a deep breath, staring at it for a moment, then up at my smiling face, then back at it. He turned a little so as to see it from a couple different angles, or to inspect it. As I watched him, I felt myself growing harder, not fully yet, but I was definitely growing thicker and heavier. "What is that?" he asked, pointing at the cum drop at its tip. "It's something very special," I replied. "It's the stuff that makes babies. It's the stuff that made you, baby." I watched as his eyes grew large, taking it all in, this new information. "Does ... does mine do that?" he asked, his breath picking up. "You might not be old enough yet," I said, and reached out to touch his face. I held his face in my hand, rubbing it with my thumb. "Your turn." With that, he stood up and stepped carefully around me, inches from my ever-hardening penis ... I took his place on the toilet seat and lay my arms on my knees casually. My penis was beginning to point upwards in his direction as I became more and more erect. He smiled at me again, with that shy smile, his cheeks red and his eyes a-glow again. He first pulled up his shirt, playfully flashing his stomach at me, up, then down again. I winked at him again, as I had before when I had done my "show." He then pulled it up the rest of the way and then tossed it on top of the pile my own clothes had made. His chest was small, skinny--not ribby though, since he actually had a little "meat" in certain places, most notably around his nipples. And wow, those nipples ... he had an usually large areola, for a male (let alone a boy!), and his nipples were also larger than usual, almost pokey right now (maybe it was cold for him, in the bathroom?). His stomach was flat and utterly smooth. He brought his arms around his chest, crossing them as if to block the view, but he must have thought better of that and so he dropped them to his sides. Next, he pulled down his little shorts. I watched as they strained a little against his small, hard prick, before he was able to let them drop. He stepped out of them and stood in front of me in his tighty-whiteys, his hands on his hips as mine had been. I could see the shape of his penis through the thin fabric, though from what I could tell he was dry--not a drop of pre-cum in site. That meant, of course, that he was truly prepubescent ... The thought both turned me on (so wildly that my penis grew fully erect, seemingly "ready to go" again) and gave me pause ... He was so young, a child, really, despite his usual intelligence and perceptiveness. I needed to remember that, I told myself, in coming days or weeks if or when we grew even closer. Sammy smiled at me, this time a little less shy and little more like a mini exhibitionist, and then mimicked me by turning around, bending a little forward, and then sliding his briefs down his skinny legs in one movement. There it was, his adorable little fanny. The globes made by his butt cheeks seemed almost completely globular, and they were also surprisingly large for his age. He must take after me, I thought then, leaning forward a little to get a close-up look of them from above. He, like I had, put his hands on his hips, swayed a bit (very mesmerizing!), and then slowly began to turn around ... I braced myself. It was definitely small, maybe 3 or 4 inches long fully erect, and his hairless balls were tiny and were tight up underneath the skinny shaft, which was pointing almost straight up at my face. His little glans seemed to bulge a bit, though, again, not a drop of pre-cum appeared at its opening. I felt like reaching out to fondle it, but I had swatted his hand away from me earlier and so I couldn't be a hypocrite. "You are beautiful," I said, trying to find words to describe what I was feeling about him then. "You are so petite, so tiny ..." I gulped, and looked up into his eyes. "Sammy, you are perfect ... I ... I could adore you." He merely smiled, his eyes soft and full of longing for me in return, and reached out to touch my hair. He brushed aside a loose strand of it, away from my forehead. Those eyes drifted down my body toward my penis, taking me in at this angle. "You ready?" I asked, feeling like I might be about to stammer, my heart racing within me. He nodded, yes, and offered me his hand, which I eagerly took.