Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2007 00:51:55 -0400 From: Nifty Cub Subject: DAD ON THE CAN: PART 1 Note: This story contains adult content. If this offends you, do not read it. DAD ON THE CAN: PART 1 My dad always smokes when he's on the can. He's been that way as long as I can remember. There's a little window above the sink at his place that squeaks when we pull it up. I hear it in the middle of the night sometimes and it's a tell tale sign that he's gonna be in there a while. Whenever I head in for a piss in the middle of the night the room smells a like a dump and cigarettes. I usually shut the window because the neighbors across the way have a view in. My dad and I are kind of big guys who sweat a lot, and the only a/c is in the bedroom. That's his room - it's basically big enough to fit his bed. I sleep on the hideaway in the living room right outside. Early on I started sleeping in the buff because it's so muggy. I figured he does too after glimpsing him a couple times heading to the bathroom at night with a piss hardon. The only bad thing about our setup is privacy. I've been crashing on his couch since I got out of college, coming up on two years ago. Dad's had this place three or four years since he & mom got divorced. I'm his only kid and I take a lot after him (sneak a couple of his smokes when I come in from the bars). He's coming up on 50 and is still built like a brick shithouse from working as a contractor. I'm in pretty good shape too and definitely have the hormones of a guy in my 20s. I've jacked off a couple times at night on the pull-out when I could hear dad snoring, but mostly I have to relieve myself at morning in the shower. That's tricky because dad and I have the same schedule and he's prone to barge in to take a dump or piss or shave while I'm in there too. I finally brought home a dark shower curtain to replace our clear one. Dad was cool with that because he figured the other one was getting dingy from his cigarette smoke. For me it was a lifesaver for those times he busted in while I was 20 seconds away from cumming with a big boner. Neither of us could see a thing. A few times I was beating off hard in the shower and had no idea dad was there until I smelled smoke. This happened two mornings ago. My heart leaped and I froze with hand on dick. I tried to guess whether the soapy strokes were making an obvious sound. Through the shower spray on the other side of the curtain I could hear dad clear his throat and turn through a newspaper. My pulse was racing and I looked down and gave my hardon a squeeze. I had a huge drool precum and tons of lather so I took a couple strokes to test it out. My strokes went thwack-thwack, but I figured that's the sound a soapy shower makes. I started up into a rhythm again but the sound got me too paranoid. So, frustrated and horned up as I was, I turned into the spray and rinsed off my dick. I needed to stall a couple minutes to let my dick go down. Damn, I was horny. I turned my back to the spray and was rinsing out my ass and legs when I caught a glimpse of movement on the tile just outside the curtain. Holy shit. I had never noticed the tile giving off a reflection. There was a faint image of dad on the john. I craned my head a little and could even make out the reflection of a cigarette in his paw. When he moved, the image was easier to catch. There was an irregular jerking motion that made him stand out loud and clear against the tile. My dick was immediately at straight attention watching all this. I figured he was wiping his ass, but the movement was getting quick and regular, and it started to occur to me what dad might be doing on the can. I fell over myself reaching for the soap, dropping the bar to the shower floor, picking it up and getting a thick lather going. My heartbeat pounded in my ears each time I peeked at the edge of the curtain. Fuck! There was my dad pounding his cock for all it was worth, no doubt about it. In the reflection on the tile I could make out a clenched arm and an impressive hardon pointing straight up his hairy belly. Everything was shaking fast, his arm, shoulder, pecs, and ballsack. I was mimicking the movement at the same speed. My balls tightened up real quick. I looked down at my cock and mouthed a silent 'fuck' before moving my head around a little bit for the best view before letting my load go. Through the shower curtain, I heard dad explode air through his nose like he had been holding his breath a long time. The movement on the tile wall completely stopped. I had only two or three more strokes left on my cock and felt my load slam against the shower wall. The spurts kept hurling out of my cockhead harder than I had cum in months. My mouth was open real wide while my body was shaking. I shook off the cum and shakily turned around to rinse off. With one movement, I shut off the water and pulled the curtain aside. My dick was down and I reached for the towel. Dad was hunched over the sink with shaving cream on half of his handsome mug. No towel on or anything. There was a cigarette going in the ashtray, newly lit, looked like. He glanced at my wet chest in the mirror. "I'll be out of your way in a sec, son," he said, lifting his jaw up to shave. I took a quick glance at his cock. Soft, redder than the rest of him, with a drop of something hanging at the tip. "No prob, dad." I toweled off real quick and headed to the clothes drawer. An obscene boner was tenting up my towel all over again.