Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 03:57:59 -0400 From: Nifty Cub Subject: DAD ON THE CAN: PART 3 Note: This story contains adult content. If this offends you, do not read it. DAD ON THE CAN: PART 3 The next few days of summer were so hot, I sweat bullets just getting out of the shower. At night I kept the windows open and slept with an ice pack on my belly. I don't remember hearing dad go for the bathroom like usual. I can't blame him for staying holed up in his room with the a/c. The evening before my birthday, I was wiped out. I came in the door, dropped my keys, wallet and shoes, and discarded my clothes in a trail to the kitchen, soaked undershirt, socks and all. I swiped a beer out of the fridge and ran it across my chest and the back of my neck with a hiss. Sweat streaked down the small of my back into my wet boxers. "That you son? Come on in here, tell me what you think," Dad called. I followed dad's voice to the bathroom. He was standing in front of the sink in a pair of white briefs. Our electric clippers were in his hand. His face waited for mine in the mirror to see my reaction. I almost spit out my beer. "Whoa!!" Dad had buzzed off the hair on half of his head. There were clippings all over the sink and toilet tank, as well as his neck, shoulders and back. Dad was taking in his reflection with as much surprise as me. He gave out a deep laugh and explained he was only halfway done. He and I always had good heads of hair, and though we keep it cut short, it was never THAT short. I never saw him anything like it. The buzz cut really suited him. I grinned from ear to ear and felt a bolt of shock and pride at the handsome new look. Truth be told, I felt an initial flash of something else, too, maybe like a vampire catching sight of a razor cut. My heart thumped. "Did I get it even in the back?" he asked. I stepped up close and ran my hand on the back of his head. It was stubbly, oily, and sweaty. "Hey, you did a pretty good job," I answered. "One or two spots could get touched up. Want a hand?" He grinned and handed me the buzzer. I gulped a swig of beer and swapped him the can for the clippers. I flicked on the buzzer and felt it jump to life in my hands. As soon as I took the first swipe on the back of dad's head I knew I was fuckin' into this. A clump of hair plopped down onto my wrist and peppered the front of my body on its way to the floor. I evened out the spots dad already started. I took steady mows through the hair he hadn't touched. I guided his head down so I could get the nape nice and close. The swelling in my boxers jacked up into a tent while I held his neck down. It couldn't be helped, but I was glad to be standing behind and out of sight. I came to his side and turned his head a little to get sideburns and temples. When I finished up and turned off the buzzer, dad took a long swig of the beer. He checked himself out in the mirror and looked back at me with a grin. I think he blushed. "How's that?" I asked. He pulled me beside him in the mirror and slung a big arm around my shoulder. "You did a great job, son. Looks damn good." I grinned and held up my arms to show off the clippings. Dad did the same. The undersides of our forearms were normally one of the few smooth spots on our bodies, but now they were covered in hair. The tent in my boxers gave a nod. I think dad may have noticed, but he gave me a kiss on the side of the head and a slap on the back. "Can you do me too?" I asked. I was feeling a little brave. It was a hot summer, and I was into getting the haircut if dad would do it. "Sure, son. Serious?" I nodded, and he said he'd be right back with two more beers. While he was gone I fished out my dick for a piss. The hardon was down enough to manage a stream. Dad came back as I was letting out the last few jets. I had to bend and do a little dance to tuck that cock back in my boxers. Dad lit up a cigarette and reached for the buzzer and the ashtray. "Ready?" he asked, putting a paw on my shoulder. "Go for it." Dad flicked on the clippers and moved his hand to the top of my head for the first buzz. He muttered, 'cool,' and I smiled. I watched the look of concentration on his face as he went to work and hair fell in tufts on his arms. I was in a state of admiration watching his biceps and forearms curl when he took swipes up my head. Dark, furry shoulders, nice thick arms, and matted pits. The smoke from the cigarette in the ashtray curled up in front of us in the mirror. When dad finished an area, he ran his palm over the stubble to check evenness. As he worked, he shuffled closer to my back. By the middle of the haircut I was almost sandwiched against the sink. Dad's sweat and belly hair mopped my lower back. He shifted from side to side and a couple times and I felt his basket brush against my ass cheeks. My thighs tingled and my dick throbbed against the corner rim of the counter. Big time boned. I squirmed to get my hardon to shift to one side. "Almost there, kiddo. How you doing?" "Just enjoying the ride." He flashed me a grin. I reached for a drag of his cigarette and he gave me a glance in the mirror on the exhale. I studied the sweaty curls of hair on his forearms and compared them to the curls on my chest. A chip off the old block. It would have been a sight through the window, two sweaty lugs covered in clippings. He gripped my shoulder and flicked the buzzer off. He gave me a hard clap on the back and pulled away showing me the hair clippings on his hand. "Good job," he said. "I need to rinse off." We took turns in the tub, and a cold shower was just what I needed for the clippings and the erection. While I was in there, dad shouted in an offer to crash on his bedroom floor. It was the hottest night of the summer so far, way too muggy. His bedroom was tiny, with a small path of floor, but I couldn't pass up the a/c. That was nice of him. The cold air in dad's room felt great when we opened the door. He had spread out some sheets and a pillow for me on the floor. The cool sheets were luxurious after swampy nights in the living room. The pillow smelled like him. I let out a satisfied groan and passed out in no time. In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of gentle rhythmic squeaking from dad's mattress. My chest seized up. I cracked open my eyes and kept perfectly still. My dick was rising with each heartbeat and squeak of the bed. I opened my mouth as breath started coming out hard. Every four or five squeaks dad let out a soft, satisfied grunt. My eyes opened wide and I concentrated on the sounds over the noise of the a/c. The rhythm varied itself and the squeaks got progressively louder. Dad was really enjoying himself, though I think was trying to keep it down. I was a little embarrassed and boned as steel listening to him going at it. The squeaks started coming out with a percussive, fleshy sound, skin on skin. He kept an insistent rhythm and I could feel the vibrations of the mattress through the floor. Soon it developed into a more slurpy sound, and as soon as I heard that, a huge drool of precum jerked out of my cock onto my belly. Dad was now grunting with satisfaction and the wet strokes were taking over the a/c. I carefully moved my hand to my cock without making a sound. My eyes rolled back when I gave it a squeeze and smeared precum around the head. I took two fast strokes and cringed at the wet slurp that sounded near the floor. Dad's stroking stopped for a split second and then he was back at it even faster. I moved my hand off to the side and lay there still listening to dad building up. He was breathing heavily. The sheets were starting to rustle. My legs got really tense, ankles flexed, knees bent, hips curling. I was breathing heavily out of my mouth and mustering all the strength I could not to beat off. Then, full voiced I heard him let go. It was a sloppy caucophony of slimy dick slapping, bed shaking, grunting, and huffing. He let out a 'fuck' followed by some jagged, belly crunching grunts. I flinched on the floor as a rope of hot cum splashed on me out of the sky. Followed by another. And another. It was hitting me all over the chest and shoulder and neck. Dad was fucking letting it fly everywhere and moaning like he needed it bad. What a fucking cum cannon. My shoulder was getting soaked. I was paralyzed. After a thud of dead weight on the mattress, I heard dad slowly roll off the bed. I played possum best I could. One of his thick legs thumped down between my ankles. He opened the door and trailed off toward the bathroom. I grabbed my dick in a flash and let out a growl. I smeared cum out of my chest hair and slopped it all over my cock. My temples were throbbing and my legs were shaking. I went at it, loud and messy with the lube, and gripped my hairy ballsack with the other hand. I stroked and stroked, hard and furious. Dad's cum was still warm and slick, and my dick roared for release. My shoulders and head hunched up off the floor, my legs spread wide, ankles curled. Ballsack tightened. I smeared cum on the inside of my thighs and started tingling all over. I was looking in the dark at my noisy dick. The load rose up and my head went back. "Awwwwwwwww FUCCKKKK!" I ejaculated all over myself. Fuckin' amazing load. I heard the first two shots smack the floor behind me with a plop. I huffed out a dozen ropes and ground my teeth together to keep from yelling. My hips were rolling, legs flexing. On the other side of the wall I heard dad clear his throat. There was a faint echo of his lighter in the bathroom. I collapsed in a mess against the pillow, panting and blown away. I must have plunged asleep instantly, because I have no recollection of dad coming back into the room. I woke up before him in the morning and watched him snore for a minute. I went to the bathroom and smiled at my reflection in the bathroom. I tugged at some of the dried cum. Great haircut.