Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 09:56:23 -0400 (EDT) From: jon royale Subject: CLOSE SHAVE CLOSE SHAVE by JRoyale The following story contains graphic depictions of intergenerational sexuality and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. March 2013 It had been a bitch of a day at the office and a long hot relaxing shower was exactly what Dan Williams needed to relieve the tension in his body. As the jets of water beat against his skin he tried to put the events of the day---and his prick of a boss---out of his mind. Spreadsheets and deadlines slowly abandoned his consciousness as steam enclosed him in its soothing mist and relieved him of his woes. Soapy water trickled down between his hairy pectorals and trailed their way to his abundant crotch. Dan tossed back his head under the spray and ran his hands over his strong, bare chest. His fingers slipped through the wet, dark body hair now plastered to his skin and made contact with his teats. Daringly, Dan rubbed his hardening nubs with his thumbs and instantly that old familiar longing stirred in his loins. Beating one off might be exactly what he needed to release all that pent-up tension, he realized. Dinner wouldn't be ready for a good half hour or so. Marsha was downstairs slaving over a hot stove and was quite used to his long showers. No one would be the wiser. Dan's thick fingers encircled the base of his prick, which was already standing at the ready and quite eager for some attention. Lathering it up, Dan slid his fist down the thick organ and sighed with satisfaction. He was blessed with eight inches of horny meat. Pressing his back against the wall out of the way of the shower head he began to pump his fist up and down over every sensitive inch. His eyes fluttered closed as he taunted one nipple between his fingers while stroking his errant cock. Almost immediately the vision of his cute, twenty-year-old secretary came into his mind. He fantasized hoisting her up onto his desk and slipping his dick into her tight, juicy pussy. Dan found himself audibly moaning as the scenario played out in his mind and his nutsac began to crawl up between his legs. It wouldn't be long before he blasted a load into the shower area. "Dad?" Dan's eyes shot open with a start and he nearly slipped and fell. He felt like a high school student caught in the act by a parent. "Wh-what is it, son?" he managed, all the while willing his cock to deflate. It was just a lucky break that he hadn't starting shooting. "You gonna be long?" Dan swallowed hard. "No, son. I'm just about finished." For Dan, the moment had passed. To attempt to recapture it now would be futile. He rinsed the soap from his body and reached out from behind the shower curtain for a fluffy white towel. Briskly drying his body in the stall he wrapped the terrycloth low around his waist and stepped out. There, seated on the lid of the commode clad in his tightie whities, was his fourteen-year-old son, Tommy. Dan only hoped the boy couldn't detect his hard on under the towel. The stubborn thing just wasn't about to go down. "What is it, son?" Tommy looked up at his father with the sweetest, puppy-dog eyes. "I was wondering, Dad, if you could show me how to shave." "Shave?" Dan asked as if he hadn't understood the boy. "Yeah. A lot of the other guys at school are already shaving and I'm not sure how. Could you?" Dan cupped his son's jaw in his hand and peered at the boy's face. Sure enough, he hadn't noticed it before but Tommy did have the shadow of a mustache beginning above his upper lip. It was hard to believe that his only child was well into puberty and growing into a man. Dan ruffled the boy's short, dark hair and smiled. "Of course I will, buddy. My own Pop taught me my very first time." "That was ages ago," Tommy joked, dodging the retaliatory poke to the chest his father threw. "Well, get up off there and hit the sink," Dan motioned with a wave of his arm. Tommy bounced eagerly from his perch and stood facing the mirror, his back to his father. "First you have to get your face wet with warm water. It helps the beard stand up and makes shaving easier," Dan explained. Tommy adjusted the knobs and leaned over to splash hand's full of water over the surface of his teen face. Way too eager, he managed to over splash and got the front of his undies wet. "Crap!" he muttered, droplets of water trickling from his chin down over his smooth chest. Dan handed him another towel which the boy used to wipe his chest and dab at his underwear. "You mind if I just take these off, Dad?" he asked innocently. "Looks like shaving can get messy." "Go ahead," Dan replied. It wasn't like they hadn't been naked around each other before. Dan hadn't raised his son to have inhibitions about his body. Tommy hastily dropped his drawers and casually kicked them aside. Dan found himself staring at his boy's beautifully smooth naked body. Hadn't he noticed until now the budding teenage musculature forming on the boy's shoulders, arms and legs? Tommy was very athletic, and highly competitive for his age, and it was showing on his frame. Dan's eyes guiltily fluttered down lower and took stock of the kid's tail. Tommy's ass wasn't flat. In fact, it kind of flared out just like his mother's. His buttocks sat up high and proud, curving in dead center to create a hairless crack. Dan suddenly realized his old cock was thumping against the front of the towel and cursed himself for being aroused by his own son. "Dad?" Tommy was staring at him in the mirror. "Are you gonna show me or what?" "Yes, sure," Dan stammered. "Take the shave cream and get some in your hand. Not a lot. A little goes a long way." But, like most excited teen-agers, Tommy held down too long on the release mechanism and filled his palm with the white foam. "Oops," he innocently said. Dan laughed. "Wash that off. Here, let me show you." Tommy turned toward him, an eager look on his boyishly handsome face. Dan's eyes roved over the lad's chest, which was beginning to show some real definition. Tommy actually had some nice pectoral slopes capped with protruding gum drop nubs. His stomach was youthfully concave, waist impossible small and a dick drooping from his peach-fuzz covered groin that could rival Dan's own. Tommy cleared his throat and once again said, "Dad?" Dan felt his face flush. His son had to know he'd been making appraisal. To cover he offered, "Didn't realize how much you've grown up, young man." Dan deposited an ample amount of shave cream into his own hand and carefully applied it to his son's face. "See how you do it? Just like this." There was barely a few inches between their bodies; the towel was all that separated Dad's hard on from his son's young gun. Dan's heart was thudding in his chest. He couldn't understand the emotions that were running rampant in his adult mind. "Okay, son, turn back to the mirror and let's get started." Tommy excitedly obeyed. Following his father's instructions he retrieved the shaving razor, lifted his chin, brought it to his neck---and prompted nicked himself. "Ouch!" he started, absently dropping the razor into the sink and touching the minor wound. Dan chuckled. "It takes a little practice, son. Sometimes my wind wanders and I give myself a wicked cut. Comes with the territory. Here, let me help." With that he retrieved the razor from the basin and stepped up closer behind his cute, all-American son. Placing one hand across the teen's forehead he tilted Tommy's head back a little and applied the blade to his throat. Tommy watched in the mirror, scarcely daring to breathe as his father passed the cool razor over his delicate skin. Dan made a few passes before washing off the mentholated cream in the basin. "Just like this," Dan breathed into his ear. "Nice and easy." The boy's head was resting back on his shoulder and his nicely tapered back was pressed to Dan's hairy chest. Carefully observing his progress in the mirror Dan continued with the job, cleaning up under Tommy's jaw line and then each of his pink cheeks. Only when we went to splash off the blade before taking care of the boy's chin and upper lip did Dan notice that his son was sporting a blazing erection. At first dumbfounded, Dan quickly resolved to say nothing to his son for fear of embarrassing him. But he found it impossible to ignore Tommy's randy boyhood. Possibly an inch shorter than Dan's, it stood tall and proud from his almost-bare groin. It was smooth and fleshy-pink, unmarred by course adult veins with a nice thickness and a perfectly-formed mushroom cap. Inexplicably, Dan found his lips slobbering as he stole a long look at the masculine piece, trying to remember if his cock had looked similar at that age. Suddenly realizing he'd hesitated in the real task at hand Dan's eyes met with his son's in the mirror. Tommy had been curiously watching him the entire time! The boy knew his dad was checking out his meat. Which meant he also knew Dan was aware of his state of tumescence. For a moment time seemed to have been suspended as they wordlessly gazed at each other. Tommy made no apologies, nor did he make any effort to cover himself. Swallowing hard Dan returned the cold blade to the boy's chin and resumed his work. He hoped his hand wasn't shaking, prayed that he wouldn't produce blood. Nervous beads of sweat had broken out on the older man's brow and it found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. When had his son suddenly become a sexual object to him? To further complicate matters, the loose knot at Dan's waist suddenly came free and his towel dropped to the floor. His big dick, throbbing with excitement, slapped up against the top of Tommy's buns and sprayed droplets of pre-cum against him. Dan froze, Tommy gasped. Dan knew there was no reasonable explanation he could give so, therefore, he didn't offer any. Instead, they both pretended that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. With his big hot dick pressed up against his son's youthful ass cleavage Dan resumed the shave. Boy musk assailed his nostrils and consumed the dad with a fiery lust. He valiantly fought against it as he desperately worked at finishing the job without nicking Tommy with the razor in his quivering hands. Tommy's eyes were on him the whole time. Stealing a glance into the orbs Dan could almost swear they'd become heavy-lidded and dreamy. Not a word was spoken between them as Dan finished removing the light fuzz above Tommy's lip and touched up on some random spots. "S-see, son," he stammered, "that's how it's done. Now splash off your face. With cool water." He took a step back, noticing that a string of pre-cum was hanging from his cock lips. Tommy worked the faucet, bent over the basin to wash off his face and thrust his teen butt into his father's hairy groin. Dan let out a startled sigh and reflexively took hold of the boy by his lean hips. Tommy continued splashing water on his cute face, still acting as though nothing were happening. But his young ass was grinding against his father's hard-on, riding it up and down his taut crack. Finished removing the stray shave cream from his face Tommy shook his head like a drenched pup, carelessly spraying droplets of water. Remaining bent at the waist he grasped the edge of the counter and, bending slightly at the knees, spread his legs a bit wider. "Coach Webb says I'll be making the JV team," the boy casually conversed while moving his ass along his father's man-sized meat. "Says I show real potential." "Oh, yes, son," Dan managed through a dry mouth. "You certainly have potential." "Coach says I could be as good as Billy Wilson," Tommy went on. "He's on the Varsity team and going to be graduating this year. He'll probably get a scholarship to Princeton or one of those Ivy League places. At least I hear that's what he wants to do." All the while he was sliding his hot trench along his dad's leaking tool. Dan just stood them dumbfounded. His boy had to know what he was doing. Yet he acted as though they were at the dinner table discussing his many academic achievements. As much as he knew he should play the role of parent and put an end to this forbidden game Dan couldn't seem to tear himself away from his bawdy son. "Wilson's not the all-star hero that RJ Giagianno is," Tommy went on. "But he's pretty good. He shot the winning basket in last night's game with only ten seconds on the clock." As he was speaking Tommy reached out, opening the mirrored medicine cabinet door and retrieved a bottle from the shelves. Popping a cap with a thumb he brought it to the small of his back and squeezed a healthy amount of baby oil onto himself. The slick oil oozed down through his crack, coating the underside of Dan's steely rod. With all resolve diminished Dan began sliding his daddy cock between Tommy's butt cheeks. "RJ's goin' to Monmouth next year, I hear," Tommy continued. "That's gonna leave a huge void in the teams. B-ball, wrestling, baseball, football. He's a superstar at them all. Real popular at school. Gets all the cute girls. That's what I want to be when I'm a Senior, just like RJ." Dan was whimpering like a hungry dog. His dick was aching from the teasing it was receiving from his son. The big cord on the underside of his daddy dick pulsed as it rode in the cleft between Tommy's firm cheeks. The pungent heat emanating from the boy's young ass caused him to shudder with forbidden delight. Consciously Dan knew he should back away---this was his boy, for Pete's sake---but his feet seemed cemented to the spot. And when Tommy began grinding his teen ass against the big man cock Dan knew there was no exiting the danger zone. Tommy's creamy, upturned buns undulated against Dan's big, twitching dick as it slithered up and down the boy's hot ass crack. The chatty teen began moving his posterior in opposition to Dan's movement, dragging his butt downward while Dan slid up his crack and then raising himself as the cock made it's downward journey. "Coach even thinks I should try out for the football team," the boy went on non-chalantly. "Billy Wilson is pretty darned good as a lineman and RJ kicks butt as quarterback. Me, I think I could handle tight end. Don't you, Dad?" He looked over his shoulder with one brow lowered quizzically, as if he really expected an answer. "Yes, son. A tight end," Dan panted, his swollen tongue lewdly hanging from the corner of his wet mouth. Tommy's smiled and, suddenly shifting forward, lifted his ass high and then quickly leaned back against his father. Dan's dick was first tugged downward from his groin and then pressed right into the boy's trench. Dan could feel the pucker of his son's asshole snapping at his cock head. Tommy squeezed more oil into his crevice, the slick liquid trickling over his winking raisin and his father's sensitive glans. Reacting instinctively Dan pushed forward and emitted a strangled little shout when his helmet popped right through Tommy's surprisingly loose pucker. He could hardly believe he'd just breached his own son's teenage asshole with his big daddy dick! All at once young Tommy was no longer interested in discussing his academic roster. Folding his forearms across the basin counter he cocked his head so that one side of his face was resting on his arms. His back was flat, his legs kicked out even wider and his mighty butt was invitingly thrust out toward his father. "Oh, yeah!" he gushed in a surprisingly deep and sexy voice. "Fuck my ass, Dad!" Dan hardly knew what to make of the situation. His heretofore decidedly straight son, budding sports jock and the apple of most school girl's eyes wanted to be fucked. And the way his ass was moving against Dan's cock, swallowing up a little more with each gyration of his hips, made Dan suspect his son was no cock virgin. His apparently wasn't the first dick Tommy'd had up his teen hole. Who else had been fucking his boy? The way the kid had been gushing about his Coach and the plans the grown man had for him made Dan wonder if the stocky brute hadn't been buggering his son. He'd have to get to the bottom of it later. But right now he was confronted with the dilemma at hand. Rearing back on him Tommy had nearly swallowed half his length up his teen hole already. Dan realized he'd already broken a cardinal parental rule and there was little point in turning back now. He'd deal with the fall-out later. Right now all he wanted to do with give in to his carnal desires and fuck his son like a dirty whore. Grabbing Tommy by the hips to steady him Dan let out a savage snarl and thrust his hips forward, driving every bit of his manhood deep up inside his boy's squirming guts. Tommy gave an impassioned cry when he felt his father's wiry pubes press up against his creamy haunches. Dan remained still for a moment as he luxuriated in the warmth of his son's high school pussy. His jaw had gone slack and his eyes rolled up in their sockets from the enormous sensations washing over his big dick. Tommy's ass ring was clinging to his hairy root and the walls of his tight boy pussy were devilishly squeezing the shaft tightly. "Hot fuckin' dick! Feels so good up my pussy!" Tommy gushed breathily. "Fuck my boy hole, Daddy! Please, oh please fuck me deep and hard. Oh, Daddy!" Dan had never heard such language from his son's mouth but the raunchy words from the teenager heightened his already inflated state of arousal. Dan drew his cock back until the head popped free of the clinging lips and then immediately shoved it back in. Failing to pause this time he began really long-dicking his randy son. His hips flexed as he rammed his big meat into the boy's smooth pink ass, his hairy balls swinging between his legs and slapping up against Tommy's own spermy danglers. He couldn't believe he was actually fucking his own flesh and blood, the boy he'd nurtured from birth, or that he wanted it every bit as much as Tommy obviously did. Had the boy been fantasizing about this moment? And for how long? Had he been planning this seduction all along? Was the shaving demonstration, the "accidental" wetting of his briefs and all the rest of it, a carefully orchestrated attempt to get at Dan's daddy dick? Tommy was moaning like a bitch in heat and every bit of talkative as before. "Love your cock up my ass, Dad. Feels so fuckin' awesome. Punch that fucker up into my belly. The harder, the better. Yeah, that's it! Make me really feel it, Daddy!" Dan drilled Tommy's hole as if he hadn't fucked in years. Tommy's insides spasmed as the hot spear incessantly speared its way through them. Each time Dan moved to punch in Tommy pushed his ass back to meet the onslaught, proving he loved every inch of his father's big luscious cock pounding into him over and over. Again Dan had to wonder how and when his son had become a well-versed pussy boy. It just had to be that high school Coach! He was a beefy, manly stud maybe a few years older than Dan. He recalled shaking the man's hand after a few games and the strong, firm grip Coach Webb demonstrated. The thought of that same man fucking his teenage boy was shocking and, yet, highly arousing at the same time. Was he the only one or were there others? Countless others? Did Tommy's ass crave mature daddy cock or did he get it on with his school chums as well? And how long had all this been going on? Was it some new phase of Tommy's or had he been getting plowed for years? These and other questions raced through Dan's mind while he relentlessly slammed his aching cock into his son's fiery guts. He plowed the boy with strong deliberate jabs, drilling his manhood deep and making Tommy feel every rock hard inch of him. He fucked as though he were punishing Tommy for being such a dirty boy. His cock raced through the tight ring of Tommy's ass again and again. Dan grunted in satisfaction each time his daddy meat was completely buried up the teen jock's ass. To his utter amazement he could feel Tommy's pussy squeezing his prick like a glove from within. Overcome with lust he yanked his rod from the boy's hole and, spinning him around, lifted Tommy onto the counter top. Spreading Tommy's lithe legs like a wishbone Dan sunk his eight inches all the way up inside the boy and resumed the fuck. It was even hotter looking his son in the face and seeing his reaction to each of Dan's forceful thrusts. The kid's eyes had a glazed over look, almost like he was in a trance. A sheen of fuck perspiration glistened his face and his entire torso, making Tommy look sexier than he ever had before. Dan's eyes traveled down to his son's teenage cock and marveled at how masculine it looked in its current state of arousal. Instinctively he wrapped his hand around the piece and began stroking it as if it were his own. Tommy's body writhed about on the counter from his father's touch and gripped one of the man's hairy forearms with his hand, guiding it up and down his teen prick. The hand began to move faster and faster until it was a whir before Tommy's amazed eyes. Dan was fucking him and beating him off at the same time and Tommy appeared perfectly content to merely lie back and let his father do whatever he wanted with him. There was a look of unbridled rapture glowing from Tommy's wholesome, all-American features as Dad reamed him raw. The big adult dick twisted through his teenage guts and pounded deep up inside him. The smacking sound of skin on skin echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Dan's fist flew up and down his son's tender rod in tandem with his own frenzied fucking. His hips were moving out of control, driving his daddy dick in and out of Tommy's tight teen pussy. Tommy's even white teeth gnashed together and he slapped a hand against Dan's chest, grabbing a fistful of chest hair and holding on tight while the older man rode his ass. Father and son were on a such a fuck rush it was inevitable their crescendo should come all too soon. Dan's manly body shuddered as he heaved his formidable prick even more forcefully into his boy's tight teen cunt. An almost deafening roar resounding through his ears and his heavy breathing grew ragged. His muscles tensed, his jaw went slack and his eyes fluttered upward in their sockets. Dan felt his cum load ready to launch and reveled in the dirty realization that he would be seeding his own son with hot daddy cum. He slammed his fuckpole into the boy with relentless fury, his dick feeling more bone hard than ever before. Tommy's piece grew rigid in his palm and began to spasm, signaling his own oncoming orgasm. How delicious it would be, Dan thought, for father and son to actually cum together. Tommy was skittering about on the counter top, his own body going through the ecstasy of imminent release. "You always wanted a brother or sister," Dan growled. "Well, here comes a bunch of them, son." At the same instant that Dan threw back his head, bellowing loudly as his thick load of hot daddy spunk sailed up his pipe and burst free into Tommy's spasming pussy and Tommy's handsome cocklips flew apart and ropes of teen jizz volcanoed into the air, there came a startling screech. Both Williams men shot their heads to the doorway where Marsha Williams stood in wide-eyed horror. Overtaken with the pleasures of orgasm both were unable to control their release even in the presence of wife and mother. Dan's hips moved on their own volition, sluicing his big dick through his son's steamy channel and shooting creamy daddy juice deep inside Tommy's clutching cunt. Tommy kept up with him blast for blast, arcing his teen load high in the space between them and coating himself with the heady stuff. Marsha's eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. Father and son turned their attention back to each other almost as if there had been no intrusion. Dan continued to drive his dick deep into Tommy's wildly spasming fuckhole, although the ferocity of his strokes had somewhat diminished. Never before in his life had he enjoyed such a satisfying fuck. A flood of cum surrounded his adult cock and he heard the scandalous squelching as he churned it around inside his boy. When Tommy had emitted his last voluminous load Dan ran his fingers over the sensitive crown, smiling at the way the boy gasped at his touch. Scooping up some of the sweet cum he brought it to Tommy's lips and moaned when the teen hungrily sucked it all up. Gathering more of the stuff, Dan treated himself to a taste of his son's load. His eyes rolled upward dreamily as he enjoyed the flavor of fresh teen cum. Not wanting to remove his rod from the boy's hot hole Dan gathered him in his arms and pressed his mouth to Tommy's for a deep, torrid and totally unfatherly kiss. "Dad?" Tommy whispered hotly into his ear. "What are we gonna do about Mom?" Dan didn't have an answer. As far as he was concerned there was time enough to worry about that later. For the moment he just wanted to revel in these final moments of after-sex bliss. Marsha would certainly never forgive or forget what she'd witnessed and family life, as they had known it, was most definitely over. But a new life with his son had just begun.