Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:20:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Sean Sirhan <seansirhan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad and Son in Public Shower PART 2 (gay incest)

Late last summer I was working at my job as a surveyor's
apprentice with my boss Scott, his 14 year old son Ben, and
my bosses dad (Ben's Grandpa) Alan.  Since Ben lives in
Colorado with his mom and is only here for the summer, Ben's
grandpa hadn't seen Ben in several years.  So he decided to
spend a few weeks with us, and accompanied us on the trip.

Ben and I have become pretty good friends...considering that
he's nearly 8 years younger than me.  He's a good guy,
really tall for his age and works out constantly with a body
that shows it, and he is kind of quiet and even tempered.
He's really good looking to boot, and has a real dry sense
of humor.  Sometimes you're not sure if he's serious or
joking, until you get it...and have to laugh your ass off at
his wit!

He's pretty naive for 14 in my estimation though, he never
cusses or swears, and the way he talks about girls I doubt
that he's ever had sex yet.  He talks about girls all the
time though, and always talks about which girls he thinks
are hot (and sometimes absently touches his crotch and
adjusts his balls while talking about girls), so I don't
know what to think about his sexuality.

He seems real modest about showing off that amazing body of
his, even though it's hot and muggy outside (and we work
outside the whole day in the sun) he never takes his shirt
off, and keeps me drooling at the sight of his bulging
muscles, and once in a while his big pudgy, pink nipples
peek out of the sleeveless t-shirts he oftentimes wears.

After seeing him naked in all his amazing glory last week, I
know how incredible his body is in spite of his young age,
and I am almost always hard, remembering how beautiful, and
amazing he looks naked.

I assume it's because of his naive good-boy personality that
he doesn't like to show off his incredible muscles and body,
but I still get to scope him out at many different
opportunities as the kid doesn't seem to be aware of even
his own strength.

Yesterday was very awesome, we were at a site that's in the
beginning stages of being transformed from sprawling
farmland and trees in a small tract of timber, to a new
subdivision for a new housing
development.

As surveyors, we are the first to go in and map out a tract
of land, and it took two full days, with us staying at a
hotel overnight.

All went well yesterday morning, it was looking like we'd be
done on time for the day, and be able to call it quits in
the afternoon, and head for home.

Ben's grandpa Alan is a cool older guy, and he and Ben were
getting along great.  Ben and he have a good relationship
via telephone, email and what-not but this was the first
real time they had gotten to spend
together in several years.  Alan was amazed at how big Ben
had gotten, over 6 feet tall and of course, very strong, and
built like a brick shit house as his grandpa described him.
Which of course Ben seemed
pleased with, but also a bit embarrassed.

We had to survey a portion of the timber which was going to
become completely stripped of all the trees later, and as it
turned out, there was an ancient little garbage dump on the
East side of the timber.

Ben and his dad were walking in through an abandoned little
trail which was littered with branches and vegetation with
some of their equipment, when suddenly Ben unearthed a cord
of some sort with his foot, which
in turn (and very quickly) pulled down a 50 gallon drum
which was on a metal stand above us on some sort of a
fulcrum, and it promptly dumped a load of nasty, oily,
SMELLY fuel of some sort, which was full of old
leaves, branches, dead insects, all over Ben.  His dad
jumped out of the way and almost in to me just on time, so
that Ben was the only one it got.

It had to be some sort of old booby trap that someone had
set up probably several years ago, and forgotten about.

The liquid smelled like it was old diesel, and it was ALL
over Ben.  It was a reddish color, so Ben's dad Scott said
that it was old farm diesel.

Ben, ever the non-cusser, simply said "DANG!", and tried to
shake it off his hands, and out of his shirt as much as
possible.  All to no effect at all, he was completely
soaked.

His grandpa Alan was sitting in the truck talking to Ben's
grandma on his cell phone, and poked his head out of the
truck and asked what the heck had happened.

Scott told him what had just occurred, and told him to get
the bottled water and some soap and some fresh clothes, we
were going to have to get Ben cleaned up before we did
anything else!

My heart almost stopped in my chest!

This couldn't be happening, this was too good to be true!  I
was hoping and hoping, and anticipating getting to see Ben
naked again.  But part of me was worried though, after all
we were outside in broad daylight, in a relatively open
area.  There were no buildings nearby and we couldn't see
the road from where we were, but anyone could just walk up
on us so part of me was afraid we'd just put some towels
around him and drive him to the hotel so he could get
himself cleaned up.  So I asked Scott if we should just go
to go to the hotel and have him clean up there, but he said
"No, I don't want him sitting around in that stuff, it can
be absorbed through the skin and who knows what all is in
there, and I don't want him sitting in the truck like that,
it'll soak all the way through the seats."

I was like FUCK YEAH inside!

I all but ran over to the truck, rummaged through the back,
found some gallon jugs of distilled water that we always
take with us, and fortunately, we also had some soap and
towels (thanks to our last trip to Minnesota and our
unexpected stop in the middle of Wisconsin...which you can
read about in my previous post), and I dug those out too,
and ran them back to Ben and his dad.

His dad told me to go back and get a plastic sheet from the
truck, which I did in record time, and we laid it out on the
ground, and he told Ben to strip down.

My heart by now had to have been beating 300 times per
minute, I was so excited and anxious!

Scott told Ben to go ahead and throw all his clothes in a
pile off to the side because we'd have to burn them, and
told his dad to go get the rest of the jugs of water and
another towel from the truck.

Ben seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, and
making sure to stay on the sheet of plastic on the ground,
started removing his shoes and socks, threw them in a pile
off to the side, then took off his
watch and his gold cross chain, took his cell phone out of
his pocket and handed them to me asking me to put them over
on the other side (which I did, trying to not miss a second
of watching him strip down in
front of all of us!)

He pulled off his shirt, and revealed that wonderful
muscular torso, his pouty nipples were so pudgy, and were
like two big fat, pink Hershey kisses on those muscular pecs
of his.

By this time, my heart was almost in my throat, threatening
to either beat itself right out of my chest, or just stop
altogether LOL!

Ben then pulled his shorts and bikini briefs off with one
fluid movement, and then stepped out of them before standing
up, and looking at us with a kind of sheepish grin on his
face as if to say "What the
fuck!"

It was a real sunny afternoon, and the sun shone down on
that perfect hairless body of his, and I think we all just
kind of stared at his beauty for a second or two, before his
dad told me to hand him a jug of
water.

I bent down and grabbed it and handed it to his dad, who
then told Alan to hand him the soap, and started to wet his
hands so that he could get ready to start washing his son
down of all that nasty, rank diesel
fuel.

By this time, Alan was chuckling about it and thought it was
pretty funny.  Ben was taking it good-naturedly, and asked
his Grandpa if he'd like to have the rest of it dumped on
him, and his grandpa thought that was pretty funny too...but
decided he'd better run over to the truck, and try to russle
up a change of clothes for Ben.  After all, we were in the
middle of the outdoors in plain view of anyone who might
just happen along our little situation.

Ben was standing completely naked in the middle of a plastic
sheet, with his arms at his sides and his big chest just
announcing its presence to us all, waiting to get washed
down by his fully clothed dad, while I watched.  His huge
balls hung down low, just dangling
there, and swaying around ever so slightly, with each
movement he made.

By now some of the diesel had started to dry on him
slightly, and in some places on his skin you could see a
trail of pinkish-red diesel, everywhere it went on his skin
before stopping on its way down that
perfectly smooth skin of his.

I noticed for the first time his bare feet, and realized
also that his feet are like the rest of him...big.  I
wondered to myself what shoe size he wears, and also caught
myself wondering what his toes would taste like in my mouth!

His cock, like last time I saw him get naked, was semi
erect.  He is cut, and the head is big even when he's only
half hard.  His cock is shaped like a banana, even when only
halfway hard it still curves down
slightly, before curving upward, and was hanging straight
out from his body, and curved up at the end.  It was thick,
and sticking out 8 or 9
inches I estimate.  I knew from the last time I saw him
naked that once he becomes fully hard that it curves all the
way up, with a delicious banana like shape, the big head
pointing upward.

The sun, shining on him brightly, revealed every inch of his
beautiful body, and the few pubes he has around the top of
his cock could be seen individually in a semi circle, and I
figure that within several months or so he will probably
have a full, fluffy dark bush.  But not yet,
for right now he is still completely hairless except for the
little swatch of adolescent pubes surrounding only the top
portion of his half hard cock.  But the rest of him is pure
manly man.

His grandpa Alan was still back at the truck trying to find
Ben's change of clothes, and his dad told Ben to pour some
water onto himself SLOWLY (because it would be kind of cool,
as the outside temperature was about 85), so that he could
start cleaning him up.

As I opened the top to one of the gallon jugs of water to
hand it over to Ben's dad, his Grandpa Alan came walking
over with some shorts, a pair of sandals, and a towel.  He
seemed to do a double take, seeing his bare naked grandson
standing on the plastic sheet, full of drying diesel fuel.
I'm sure he was taking in the tall boy's muscles, and huge,
_ hard cock which was swaying around heavily as were his big
hairless balls, with each movement he made.

From my peripheral vision I could see his Grandpa admiring
the amazing sight of his naked grandson, from top, down the
tall muscular body, those amazingly long legs, to his big
naked feet.  He must have been
surprised, but very, very proud of what an incredible
specimen had become in his 14 years.  If there was any
question as to how his grandson was developing into manhood,
it was answered with one glance at the bare naked stud.

Ben must have noticed his grandfather staring at him, and
turned towards him and made some dry joke about his Grandpa
getting off the easiest of all, and not to tell Grandma what
a mishap he had gotten himself into.
Alan laughed, and said he'd probably not take any pictures
of the situation, to laugh at later when going through the
family albums!  Ben's face became visibly flushed at that,
and being completely naked in front of us who were all fully
clothed, and he suddenly became shy in front of us, and put
his hands in front of his erect penis for a few seconds, in
a non-successful effort to hide his privates behind his
hands.  His grandpa laughed, and said not to worry, he won't
tell anyone about the little mishap.  Ben smiled, and
laughed too, and turned to his dad and said "let's hurry up,
I want to get this diesel off me!"

I handed the first jug over to him, and he lifted it up over
top of him and poured the entire gallon over his head, face,
and it gushed over his naked body in a wet splash splash,
glug glug glug glug glug before
flooding down onto his big naked feet, then trickled down
over to the ground.

His dad told him to pour some onto his hand and the bar of
soap, which Ben did.  He kind of whooped, as the cool water
hit his bare skin, but said it wasn't as cold as he was
afraid it would be.

His dad soaped up his hands, and reached up and started
washing Ben's face, and Ben's closely cropped dark hair with
the soap.  Since his dad was busy and Ben was standing there
with his eyes squeezed shut, I
freely drank in Ben's beautiful body.  The water was running
off the end of his cock, which was I'd say 75% erect, and
pointing straight out away from his body, with a slight
upward curve.  It was swaying from side to side heavily as
his dad scrubbed Ben's handsome face and hair, and soap
mixed in with water was starting to run down Ben's body, and
water was running off the end of his cock, almost making him
look like he was pissing.

I handed his dad another jug of water, and he reached up and
dumped about half of it down onto Ben's head, and hair,
scrubbing some more to get all the soap out, being careful
to make sure his son wouldn't get any soap in his eyes.  Ben
helped him reaching up to wipe his eyes with his hands and
fingers, and then opened up his big brown eyes, shook his
head like a wet dog, and whooped again.

Scott told his son to pour more water onto himself, and Ben
complied, then dumped some more water onto his dad's hands
and the soap.  His dad then started soaping down Ben's
chest, arms, and back, and ran his
hands over Ben's muscular pecs, and over those pudgy pink
nipples, before lifting one arm, then the other, to wash out
his son's muscular armpits.  Ben lifted his arms, so his dad
could get better access, and his dad took advantage of that
delicious access, and washed them out good, getting every
inch of that muscular, hairless skin and traced a path with
both hands laterally down Ben's sides, ridding that v-shaped
torso of the nasty, smelly, oily diesel fuel.

By now Ben had a huge throbbing boner, his big cock was
fully erect, curved all the way upward like a big banana,
the engorged head parallel to Ben's belly button.  His balls
were swinging in full sight now,
they were like two large eggs suspended in a hairless low
hanging sac, and man oh man did I want to cup them -- along
with his huge, curved up boner -- into my hands and help his
dad wash him down!

Scott must have figured how embarrassing this must be for
his son, and started telling stories of similar incidents
that happened to him at other job sites (though I'm not sure
any full nudity outside in the
bright sunlight, smack dab in the middle of a public future
construction zone were ever part of previous mishaps!)

Grandpa Alan was laughing along with us as Scott told war
stories and continued soaping up his son, all the while
taking more water from me to keep the lather up and get rid
of the diesel...which was trickling off of Ben in little
rivers down his perfect smooth skin.  As he gently turned
Ben around with both hands on Ben's waist and scrubbed Ben's
back, revealing Ben's perfect, round ass, and moved his
hands down to Ben's smaller, lower back, Ben obediently
turned along with Scott's hands to give him better access.

I'm sure that Alan had never had any sexual experiences with
a man his entire life, but I am pretty sure that the sight
of his naked, fully erect grandson being washed by his son
in front of his very eyes had to be a very powerful sight
for his 60 year old eyes.  He was not accustomed to seeing
naked men and boys, and his family was definitely no
different!  So seeing his oldest grandson naked for the very
first
time ever definitely was stimulation overload I am certain.
I'm sure he felt very proud too, as at least part of Ben's
amazing glory had to be passed down from his truly.  That
rock hard, curved up dick was huge, I'm guessing it's around
9 inches fully hard, and those balls are just huge too, the
boy is hung like a young bull, and I just love watching them
all swing around in tandem with each other, as they heavily
sway along with Ben's hairless body as it moves.

I don't know if Alan couldn't stand the excitement he was
feeling by seeing his young grandson like that, or if he was
being sensitive to Ben's shyness, or if he wanted a little
time alone to himself to mentally come to terms with the
incredibly erotic way his grandson
must have made him feel, and perhaps maybe even quietly
congratulate himself for passing along such wonderful genes,
to produce such an amazing male specimen as his grandson is,
but he announced maybe he'd better go try and find another
towel in the truck, as well as make sure no one shows up or
stumbles upon us (and the impromptu little emergency
clean-up session).  But, as he walked off, I figured he was
probably more than a little turned on.

Alan turned Ben around back towards me, and as he started
caressing the curves of Ben's lower stomach and lovingly
making sure to get into Ben's tight little belly button with
his pinky, Ben was facing me with a sheepish look on his
face, and kind of shrugged his shoulders and all but grinned
at me while his dad proceeded to move on down, and there was
absolutely NO WAY that his dad couldn't notice that huge
erect cock, throbbing as he rubbed every inch of his son's
naked body, and the circumcision line of Ben's cock was
stretched down the shaft, as far as it could go, and the
head was positively engorged, and I noticed as the sun shone
down on us that the head of Ben's cock was very large,
shaped like Darth Vader's helmet, and pointed up to the sky.
I'll bet that if Scott would have looked down on him, he
would have seen a
pearl-like drop of pre-cum on the end of that huge cock,
which couldn't wait for the comfortable warm grasp of his
father's slippery soap-filled hands.

I handed Scott the jug of water again, and he poured it onto
Ben's lower stomach and onto his boner, down over his low
hanging and swinging balls, and down a little lower down the
tops of Ben's muscular thighs.  Little lakes of soapy water
were starting to form on the sheet of plastic, mixed in with
the dirty red diesel fuel, and Ben's big feet were firmly
planted on top of it all, and he kicked a few of the sudsy
little puddles off the sheet, and over to the ground off to
the side, to get rid of some of the oily fuel.

As Scott got ready to start washing Ben's lower half, I
wondered if Scott was relieved that he wasn't naked too...in
case he had an erection himself.  I know he was completely
limp earlier in the summer when he was naked too and washing
Ben in the shower, but I figured there's no way that someone
can be washing a young stud as hot as his fully erect son,
without being at least a teeny tiny bit turned on.
Especially since Ben was so hugely hung, and had big balls
that must be able to shoot an incredible load, probably a
few feet away if he hadn't discovered the fine art of
masturbation yet.  I also wondered if Scott wished he was
naked too!  Then he could freely be naked with his son, and
not have to try and pretend he wasn't at least a little bit
turned on, because when you're naked, nothing gives you away
more than an erect penis that you are really enjoying
yourself.

I know I sure wished I was naked, secretly wishing the
diesel would have spilled over both of us instead of just
Ben, so I could be washed down by his hot hairy dad too,
with his grandpa watching.  I know I was
definitely rock hard just like Ben was, and really wondered
what it must feel like to have Scott washing your naked body
while your boner throbs away, bobbing and bouncing around
like crazy as Ben's was.  I was also hoping that Scott might
decide he'd better get naked too, to make it easier to wash
his tall son down, without getting any soap, water and
diesel over his work clothes and boots.

Even though I'm probably not as hung as Ben is, I'm
definitely not small with an 7.5 inch cock when it's rock
hard (like it was as I was watching this whole thing go
down).  I kept having to adjust my shorts to hopefully hide
how turned on I was, and looked over to see what Alan was up
to, and he had his back to us, occupying himself with
something over by the truck.

Scott finally got on down to his young son's fully erect
cock, and lovingly started rubbing his cock and balls with
the soap, and his soapy hands.  He even got down under Ben's
balls, in that super intimate area under the balls, and
before the crack of the ass
starts, cleaning it really well, making sure there was
absolutely no diesel lingering there.

I handed him some more water, and Scott wet down Ben's cock
and balls some more, soaping him up, and literally stroking
his son's boner, his hand visibly going up, then down, the
pronounced curve of his erection, and Ben's big hairless
balls flopping back and forth, like two gongs on a swaying
church bell.  I noticed that Ben was starting to suck his
stomach in, with each stroke of his dad's soapy and slippery
hand,
and his balls starting to tighten up as his dad stroked that
huge boner, and his dad must have noticed it too -- along
with the fact that Ben was starting to breathe a little
heavy -- and moved quickly down to
his legs.

As he washed down those long, built legs, moving down all
the while to the calves of the boy's smooth legs, I noticed
a long vein was slightly visible from the inside of his
thigh, and more pronounced on the
muscles of his nicely built calf muscles of each leg.


I glanced over at Alan to see what he was up to again, and
he must have seen me glance over at him, because he quickly
turned away like he had been caught red handed, and watched
out for anyone who may be coming.


By now, Scott had worked his way down to Ben's big feet, and
was pouring more water on to them, and told Ben to left up
his left foot, so he could clean it.  I'm willing to bet
that Scott would have loved to clean each of his son's toes
individually with his tongue, instead of with his hands and
the bar of soap!  I know I sure would have.  I also noticed
a big drop of pre-cum at the end of Ben's big cock, and it
was starting to drip down all the way off the top of that
curved up erection, down onto his father's un-knowing head
far below him.  I wondered if grandpa Alan could see it!

Seeing that big glob of dripping pre-cum alleviated any
questions I had as to whether or not Ben could cum yet,
being 14 years old I figured he's probably had the ability
to cum for maybe almost a year now,
judging from the amount of pre-cum he was producing!

After Scott washed both feet thoroughly (and I'll bet he was
as disappointed as I was that he couldn't suck the sexy toes
of his hot son), he stood up and suddenly poured more water
all over the kid.  It must have surprised Ben, cuz he kind
of yelled and said "DAD!  You should have warned me you were
going to do that!" and then kind of laughed, and got even
with his dad by shaking his head like a hairless dog,
getting water all over his father.

His dad must have noticed the big drop of slowly dripping-
down pre-cum, cuz he ran his hand over Ben's boner some
more, up and down, stroking the poor boy with his slippery
hand a good 15 - 20 times, as Ben's
balls started to tighten up big time, and I watched in
amazed fascination, as his nuts all but scrunched up inside
their big floppy sack, and I realized - with sheer
exhilaration -- that Ben was about to shoot a humungous load
all over the place.  But Scott stopped...just as Ben was on
the brink, of no return...and moved back down to those
tightened balls, and gave them one last swipe with his soapy
hand
before moving back up, above the cock to the little dark
swatch of pubic hair that was surrounding the cock in a
little thin semi-circle, and washed his son's pubes which
were almost hidden from view by that
huge throbbing boner, which was as hard as it could be (and
still threatening to still shoot a load all over them both
if Scott wasn't careful).

But alas, I guess his dad figured enough is enough, and
announced that Ben was clean enough to get dressed, and Alan
trudged over with the shorts and the towel and an old pair
of sandals, and handed the towel
to Ben.

Scott walked away from him, stepping off the wet soapy sheet
of plastic, and was visibly sweating and just a little bit
shaken up, I am sure that he knew very well that his son had
come daaaaaaaangerously close to shooting a HUGE, geyser
sized load of cum all over him, while his own father and
employee watched.

I think we were all more than a little shaken up, I know I
was ready to cum myself, and suddenly realized that Ben
probably didn't really appreciate the three of us staring at
his nakedness, and he hurriedly dried himself off, that big
cock swaying and bouncing around like crazy, as he dried off
in near record time.

Now that he was cleaned up and his dad was done, he turned
his back to us, giving us one more view of that beautiful,
muscular ass, and his big low hanging balls visible from
underneath, before quickly stepping into the shorts his
grandpa Alan handed him, and pulling them up hiding his
boner and nakedness, then snapping them closed and zipping
them as quickly as he could (but carefully too), since his
cock was still hard.
Next he threw on the old t-shirt, and stepped into the
sandals, and that was it.  He was no longer naked, and no
longer full of diesel.

His dad rolled up the sheet of plastic into a big ball, and
lit a book of matches onto the pile of diesel-soaked
clothing, which ignited into a smoky mass of flames, which
hungrily burned them up until there was nothing left to them
but a little black smoking mass.  He threw the sheet of
plastic onto the fire, which just kind of melted slightly,
but then laid there half melted without burning, since there
was still plenty of water, and soap on it.

We finished up what we were doing, and headed back to the
hotel so we could all get cleaned up (Ben first)
INDIVIDUALLY this time, and it was a quiet afternoon after
that, and somewhat quiet ride back home.

Nothing much was said about the little ordeal afterwards,
other than a few jokes here and there about Ben walking into
(onto) the hidden booby trap.  I'll tell you what though, I
sure as hell wanked off plenty of times since yesterday
remembering the scene which I witnessed in full view, and
man oh man was that ever hot!